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aarcanechaoss · 1 year

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In which Patri hears a melody and decides to follow it.

Warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst | Fem Oc

Notes: Yvaine is Iris’ first draft lmao

It was weird. They’d tried to leave, tried to go somewhere far away to repent yet they’d not been granted that by the Wizard King, so now here they stay until they can be trusted. If they ever can be that it. Ever since the invasion Patri found himself surprised by the welcomeness of the Golden Dawn. He often found himself wondering why they didn’t hate him as much as he had hated them. All anyone ever said was as long as he was trying they understood.

He didn’t get it. Even after living with William all this time he didn’t get it, why were humans both so forgiving and so hateful. William never had an answer for that.

Fana was the first to venture from the Golden Dawn headquarters, she’d gone straight to the Crimson Lions and asked if she could see Salamander. The three males were surprised when she returned, happily chatting with the Black Bull’s witch instead.

Vetto ventured out next. He’d gone straight to the Black Bull’s with a basket of varieties, from foods to plants and salves as an apology for breaking Asta’s arms. Now only Patri and Rhya remained, even with both elves coaxing they hadn’t left the safety, the comfort of the Golden Dawn’s base.

Then Rhya just had to go visit a village called Hage… well he never went in just sat atop Licht’s devil Skull and watched clouds. Now it really was only Patri left to even attempt the outside world.

Patri often found himself wandering the base. He’d find nooks and crannies that even William didn’t know about. If he wasn’t wandering he was reading from the vast library the base held. He enjoyed many of the fictional books, hated the historical ones, found romance ones to all read the same and for the horror ones to be a little too real. But he’d found something to make him feel just that bit less out of place.

Or he thought he had.

With one of his usual wanderings he’d found an abandoned hall, William had said no one went down there. It was one of those places that just got left alone, far back behind the library clearly intent on being used but never was. The base had been a large manor once so Patri wasn’t entirely surprised.

What did surprise him though was the sound of singing, every once in a while the singer would stop and keys would play instead. There must have been a piano that was never removed.

As the white haired elf made his way down the hall, passing empty rooms and storage spaces (that he would check later) he came across a door. The door had been left open just enough that Patri was standing in the doorway watching.

She had long night black hair, skin the colour of ivory. She was like the human version of the instrument before her only she used her voice and it the keys and strings attached.

She paused and Patri found himself tensing as she cursed; he couldn’t tell but she must had made a mistake. Lifting a pencil tucked behind her ear she scribbled on the parchment resting against the glossy black instrument. She was writing a song.

Patri found he couldn’t move, could barely breathe as he watched her move her hands back to the keys and play.

He recognised her, he realised after moments of staring. Yvaine was the name he remembered hearing her tell William as she introduced herself, she was the first person to ever have joined this squad. Maybe it was how startling her blue eyes were, or how she seemed to house a never ending stare, as though she knew every secret one held but he’d never forgotten her face. He had even been certain that she’d housed an elf inside her too, but he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t actually tell because he only ever saw her on occasion rather than as often as the others- she was always busy, never available when he wanted to see her…

The music stopped again and this time Patri felt his heart stop as she turned towards him. Sapphire eyes met gold and he couldn’t help but stare back.

She smiled.

That was the first time he’d seen her smile.

“Hello Patri.” She said softly, still smiling at him.

“Hello Yvaine.” He replied, eyes shifting away from hers.

“You can come in you know… I don’t usually bite.” Her smile shifted to a smirk. “Unless I’m asked that is.”

His eyes widened, he hadn’t expected her to joke with him… especially not a joke that made his cheeks flush a bright pink.

“I-I’m sorry for interrupting.” Patri stated, ready to turn away and possibly run to William’s office in embarrassment.

“Don’t be. Come, sit.” She said patting the seat beside her and he found he didn’t want to say no.

~~*~~*~~*~~

“Do you know how to play?” She asks. Patri shakes his head, staring intently at the black and white keys before him. He hadn’t even read a music book let alone knew more than Elven folk songs. “I can show you if you’d like.”

“Why?” He blurted out. She only raised a brow. “Why would you want to teach me? Everyone is acting like the invasion didn’t happen… I don’t understand humans at all.”

“What invasion?” She asked. And that only perplexed Patri because he was certain she would have known, if she had housed an elf spirit she should have known as well as the others.

“You’re joking?”

“No… I haven’t been in the kingdom for the last few months I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She gave him an owlish blink, those blue eyes genuinely curious. But a thought came to Patri.

“Then… how did you know who I was when we’d first met face to face? How… I could have sworn I felt something akin to an elf presence?” He asked, thinking back that first month of living at the Golden Dawn base. Yvaine had stalked into William’s office covered in what could have been either blood or sludge and dropped a report on his desk, greeted Patri by name and left.

Her eyes darkened for a second and he worried he’d asked a stupid question before they seemed to brighten again.

“People talk.” Was all she said. “Now. Do you want to learn? I found music was a better output of my feelings than violence ever was.”

It was honest. She was honest, always had been from what he’d seen with William. While she was blunt, often only giving short answers or what seemed like perfectly practiced responses, she hadn’t ever lied. But as he noticed she would just not answer a question she didn’t want to answer.

“What’s this song about?” He asks tentatively.

“My parents.” She answered. “They’re not a typical couple I suppose.”

“Oh… are you close with them?”

“I love them dearly though I haven’t seen them in some time. We just don’t have the time to see one another. My father likes to travel and cause trouble, my mother prefers her home amongst the forests, away from towns and cities.”

“They do seem like an odd couple with that description.” He said, now glancing up at the parchment. She had notes everywhere, lyrics, keys, symbols he didn’t understand. “What’s that mean?” He asked, pointing to one of the stranger looking things.

“That’s a treble clef. It’s mostly used for notations above middle C.” She answered, pressing down on a key as she spoke. “That’s middle C.”

“Why is it a letter?”

“Not sure, that’s just how they named them.” She answered.

“Then why start with C and not A?”

“Well, A is amongst the keys.” She said, playing the note for him. “But C is the most common key. C major has no sharps or flats so it’s a natural scale. You do have A, B, C, D, E, F and G. The black keys being both sharps and flats.”

“That’s easy to remember.”

Yvaine only laughs and guides his hand to the keys. Her hands are soft, not a single callus on them. They’re small, not dainty but his own hands almost swallowed hers even as she presses her thumb over his to place a five finger scale.

“That’s only C, D, E, F, G.” He realises. She hums before moving his hands again now going from C to C, his thumb tucking under the first three fingers, moving into another finger finger scale. “Is this a C Major?”

“Partly.” She answers before moving her hand back to show him more, her thumb tucking beneath the third and then the fourth fingers. It was embarrassing but he wanted her to hold his hand again. “It’s the first scale anyone learns before they move onto the others. Majors are the easiest to learn, Minors while sounding nice often take time to remember when you first start out.”

Patri could only watch as her fingers hit keys in patterns he could only describe as mesmerising… and she wasn’t even looking at her hands he notes. Yvaine was staring at the page scribbled with notes and symbols that he now understood was music. If he hadn’t known her magic to be illusions he’d think it was music based and she seemed so happy that he thinks he wants to try too.

Slowly he watches, fingers moving in the same pattern hers were against the keys, not playing them, only learning and watching.

Not much later he felt as though he was being watched, but it wasn’t Yvaine who was quietly singing, scribbling again against the paper while her left hand played, slowly, guiding him. He paused and turned, the doorway was still very much open but similar to how he had been William was now stood, watching, smiling at them.

Yvaine stopped again and looked to where Patri was but this time she no longer held that peaceful look, that soft smile. William coughed and stepped into the room.

“I apologise Patri, Yvaine I did not mean to intrude but Yvaine is needed by the Wizard King.” William said, pink dusting his cheeks just as it had Patri’s.

And Patri thinks again as she stands and bows to them both, she was professional, even when she didn’t need to be. She began to walk towards the door, her music and notes in hand as Patri watches from the seat and William moves out of the doorway for her to exit.

“Ah and Yvaine.” William began. She turned, sapphire eyes staring back at Violet. “You have a beautiful voice.”

“I agree.” Patri said.

And suddenly her eyes turned wide like a doe’s and her face flushed more brilliantly than either male’s had.

She thanked them quietly before rushing from the room, they’d never seen her embarrassed before.

“Did I make her blush?” William asked and Patri could only laugh.

“I think we both did.”

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aarcanechaoss · 1 year

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Pretty Boys

Masterlist

William and Patri have found comfort with Yvaine and she with them. A confession turned more brings something to be desired.

Warnings: smut, threesome

Notes: as promised

It started when she bumped into them. Her night black hair a stark contrast to his white-blonde, her clear unmarred face contrasting the other man’s scarred. her voice was as clear as a bell and eyes as dazzling as sapphires. In one word, never uttered between them aloud, they thought she was beautiful.

It was like their minds melted whenever she smiled at them, like their skin was on fire when she looked their way and when she spoke… both men can agree that her voice was far too enticing.

Patri brought it up first, telling William how… strange he felt with her around, how he hated when she wasn’t. William was no better, agreeing with Patri almost immediately. Neither couldn’t find it in themselves to lie to each other… there was no point.

And it didn’t matter how much she smiled or how fast their hearts beat Yvaine made them so terribly nervous. Every time they met, spoke, ate together it was like their hearts were going to leap out of their chests.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Yvaine Stormholder was far too kind. She held herself with high standards and probably looked like she lived on caffeine and she currently had a nasty bruise healing over her cheekbone as she was talking to William about her patrol and simply checking in with the both of them. Patri was watching with wide eyes, taking her in.

Her hair was pulled back in a braid, loose strands framing her face perfectly and her cloak was draped atop William’s desk. Yvaine’s uniform looked disheveled and it was driving him mad. The open collar, the smoothness of her neck, the sharpness of her jaw, the way he could see her pale skin shining beneath the opened buttons of her shirt. Golden eyes met with Violet. It was time.

“Yvaine…” William said, “Patri and I have something we’d like to discuss with you.”

They’d practiced this, they’d planned for this. Whether rejection or acceptance came was an entirely different matter.

“Of course. You can tell me anything boys.” And there was that damn smile again.

“We- uh we.” This was harder than either of them thought. Patri swallowed before blurting out. “We both have feelings for you and would love if you would give us a chance.”

“Please.” William whispered afterwards. Yvaine only sat, mouth dropped a little, sapphire eyes staring wide at both men. They couldn’t look at her, they’d destroyed the friendship that had formed and thrown it off a cliff- and then she smiled.

“Oh thank gods.” She breathed out with a laugh. “I thought I was insane for having feelings for you both.”

Patri and William’s jaws dropped but she continued.

“It’s been so tough pretending to just be friendly with you when every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hands and-” she paused. “Ya know other couple things.”

“Couple things?” William asked.

“Yeah.” She squeaked, her pale face flushing a brilliant red.

“You like us both!” Patri exclaimed. She nodded. “You aren’t going to pick one of us?”

“Oh is that what you intended!” She seemed panicked. “Gods sorry I… I don’t think I could-”

“Yvaine breathe.” William said, having moved to kneel in front of her. He grasped her hand. “Trust us we are just as glad that you didn’t choose.”

“Don’t give me heart attacks like that.” She sighed, leaning forward. Her forehead pressed against William’s mask, most definitely making an indent in her skin. Yvaine reached a hand out, grasping Patri’s in her own. Both men just laughed.

“Where’s the fun in that.” Patri teased, pressing a kiss to her hand. Her blue eyes seemed to gleam something nefarious as she moved her other hand to William’s chin.

“And just for that Will gets the first one.”

“First what?” William asked before melting. Her lips pressed against his, warm and inviting, her hand- though cold to the touch- tilted his chin up so the kiss could deepen. Her tongue pressed against his lips, prying them apart to explore his mouth. William’s hand fell to her thigh, tightening his hold the longer the kiss lasted.

And then she pulled away.

“How was that?” She asked, panting. Whether Yvaine was asking William or Patri neither knew but the Elf didn’t bother with an answer as he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, just as deep, just a needy. He was lent over her, still standing and now straining his neck just so his tongue could explore her mouth… and how he wanted to explore more than that.

She was left panting harder, sapphire eyes bouncing between them both, leaning into their hands.

“If this is a dream I don’t know if I want to wake up.” She laughed, placing her exposed neck on display as she threw her head back. Patri growled, as he dove for the smooth expanse.

William watched, eyes darting between both Elf and woman.

“Perhaps…” William said slowly, Violet eyes turning dark with want, with need. “… we should make our way to a less… public location.”

“Who’s room is closer?” Yvaine asked without hesitation.

“William’s.” The golden eyes man breathed.

“Well then Captain… lead the way.”

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The door had barely shut behind them before Patri pounced on her, lips sucking and nipping at her jaw, hands travelling down her sides. William stood behind her, his hands grasping at Yvaine’s hips, pulling her flush against him. A soft sound left her lips at the feeling, she grabbed Patri’s arms, fingers tugging on his sleeves as if to pull him closer.

William’s lips met the back over her neck as he pushed her braided hair to the side.

“You’re so beautiful.” The Captain murmured against her skin, breath warm and shiver inducing.

Patri’s teeth nipped at the junction of her neck and shoulder as his hands moved upwards, pressing gently over her breasts before tugging at the buttons. It didn’t take long before her uniform shirt was discarded and thrown across the room, Yvaine’s brassiere the only thing covering her chest.

With both men distracted, placing chaste kisses across her neck and shoulders, Yvaine was quick to tug at Patri’s clothes. William’s hands crept up her stomach, feeling how her soft stomach seemed to tense and relax with each soft drag of his fingers as they moved higher and higher. Soon his hands grasped her breasts. A soft moan left Yvaine’s lips, head tilting backwards into William’s shoulder.

“I think we should move this to your bed Captain Vangeance.” Yvaine said breathily and neither male found that they could disagree.

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Patri’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his hands moving between his face, the sheets and Yvaine’s hair. Her braid had been long undone, draping like a cloak of midnight across her shoulders and the Elven man’s thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. She had one hand splayed over his hip, seemingly holding him down while her other hand was behind her, reaching for William.

William had his bottom lip worried between his teeth as he rocked himself deep inside the illusion mage. He was leant over her, his face buried in her night black tresses, pressing his lips to the uncovered smooth expanse of skin.

“Fuck.” Patri growled, fingers tightening their grip in her hair making her look up beneath dark lashes. Those hypnotic sapphire eyes staring deeply into his gold. Her nose pressed against his pelvis as he bucked up into her mouth, the soft gagging only spurring him on. William’s deep thrusts pressing her even closer to Patri.

“Taking me so well darling.” William whispered, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps along her spine. She moaned around Patri’s cock, the vibrations only making him buck up more and as William’s hand moved between her thighs, fingers grazing her clit Yvaine found herself losing balance. The illusion mage felt like she was melting in their embrace.

“Yvaine.” Patri moaned, “G’nna… f’ck’n’…”

“Me too.” William grunted, hips undulating faster, his pace sporadic and almost deeper than before. Yvaine was close, almost cumming from the image of Patri’s splayed out before her. William’s fingers and cock hitting places she didn’t think could be hit.

It was a strange sort of unison, barely seconds apart between orgasms. Yvaine was first, hips shaking, nails breaking skin and thighs twitching with each rolling wave of her orgasm. Patri was next, with one final buck he found he couldn’t stop himself from releasing down her throat, hissing in overwhelming pleasure as he felt her swallow his seed. William quickly followed suit, glad he’d been smart enough to ask beforehand that Yvaine took strong contraceptives because he couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the wave and thrust of his hips as he came.

They collapsed with heaves and pants, Yvaine face-planting into Patri’s stomach as William pulling away, prepared to grab a towel from his bathroom and clean them all up.

“Where are you going?” Yvaine questions, face still squished against the Elf.

“To clean us up?” The Captain replies, eyes crinkling as he grinned. That beautiful face that she had peppered a million kisses on, still flushed and happy from their endeavour.

“Are we done already?” Patri murmured, almost sleepily as his hand trailed through Yvaine’s long, thick hair.

“Give me a minute to feel my legs and I could go again.” Yvaine giggled.

William chucked and meant forward, pressing a kiss to Yvaine’s flushed cheeks.

“Let me at least grab a towel for when we are done.”

“I suppose I can allow that.” Yvaine snickered, watching as her partner vanished into the nearby bathroom. She turned to Patri, chin digging into his chest. “Shh.”

Patri raised a brow, watching as she pulled herself up, shakily bringing herself into a seated position over his thighs. Her lips fluttering along his skin.

“What are you doing?” He whispered.

“Putting on a show.” She smirked.

William can certainly say he hadn’t expected Yvaine and Patri up and ready for the next round for the minute he had been gone but he couldn’t say he was unhappy with it. So of course he immediately joined.

Hopefully no one needed any of them over the weekend because they can all agree that this was a far better use of their time.

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aarcanechaoss · 7 months

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Taste

Masterlist | Scent MDNI

William Vangeance x OC

That dreaded part two- in William’s office

Warnings: Smut MDNI

I am writing this the day after surgery so it’s short and I am tired but I wanted to get this done before I forgot again. And also because @lovepony5122 asked for a part 2

Her skirt was bunched around her waist, the buttons of her uniform shirt undone and open to the cool air of Captain Vangeance’s office.

Speaking of Captain Vangeance… Yvaine’s fingers tangled in the short tufts of soft white hair his own hands grasping her thighs tight- thighs that were draped over William’s shoulders to give him easier access to what he wanted. Her.

His tongue moved slowly, tracing the shape of her, tasting her with each flick and thrust of the muscle. His violet eyes stared up, watching Yvaine fight throwing her head back in pleasure every time his tongue grazed her clit. He smirked against her, tongue penetrating her the same way he had last night.

She wanted to tease him? He would tease right back- paperwork be damned. His desk be damned. Fuck whatever happened to this desk he needed to taste her, to ruin her the way she helped ruin him. Her scent permeated the air, that craving he held for her so strong he thought he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

He moaned against her cunt, the vibrations tickling her clit and making Yvaine buck forwards.

“Fuck.” She cursed, waiting impatiently for him to continue. “William,”

She couldn’t get enough of him, wouldn’t get enough of him. But she needed more. His tongue was taking her places but by the gods- she needed his cock, she needed him.

“Fuck me William.” She groaned, tugging his head away from her sensitive vagina, clit throbbing mercilessly.

“With my fingers…”

“Your cock.” His face flushed. “Don’t get all embarrassed now Captain.”

“You are a tease.” He muttered against her thigh, that smooth expanse of skin just for him. “I was enjoying myself.”

She cocked a brow as his eyes flashed gold for a moment. She ignored that, a trick of the light on his violet eyes.

“You’ll enjoy yourself more when you fuck me like you mean it over your desk.”

He growled. Growled like some primal animal that needed release. And perhaps he was something feral as he pulled away, pulling Yavine off the desk and pressing her stomach and chest against the warm wood. Her hands sweat slicked and sticking to a paper that was no doubt important.

Before she could saying anything he was inside her. Rocking against her, sighing into her hair as he leant over her.

The only sound in the office was of skin against skin and moans quiet enough not to draw attention from outside- he had a reputation after all.

A hand grasped her breast pulling her up slightly, tongue- still covered in her slick- lapping against her neck.

“Fuck.” He growled. Cock seemingly going deeper and deeper, pushing right against that spot, that place that made her want to cry out. She whimpered, thighs shaking as her high came crashing over her faster than she expected.

William wasn’t far behind, he needed her, wanted her and craved her wholly with every thrust and buck of his hips, his bare face pressed against her long black tresses, taking in her scent once more.

He swore as his own high crashed over him, their hips now rocking to a slower rhythm as they chased the end of those blinding orgasms.

Yvaine turned in his arms, both of them hissing as his cock slid from between her thighs.

She kissed him. Hard and deep, tongue grazing his own, tasting herself on his tongue before she pulled away again.

“What are we?” He whispered.

“Whatever you want us to be.”

“Figure it out together then?”

She only kissed him again before straightening her skirt and fixing her top her keen hearing picking up footsteps from outside.

“Yes.” She replied, kissing his cheek and passing him his mask. “But maybe another time and not when we are about to have someone knock on your office door.”

He went to speak as three loud knocks echoed through the room. He straightened himself up as Yvaine speed walked to the door, sending him a teasing wink.

“Hello Langris.” She smiled, stepping around the Vice Captain. “Good timing my meeting with the Captain just finished.”

Langris nodded, taking no notice of her hair left askew and her kiss swollen lips.

“Good timing indeed. Going on a mission?” Langris looked to the Captain expectantly.

“No.” She replied instead. “Just doing an overview for my patrol, I’d misheard something about my schedule being changed.”

“Ah. Good idea to talk to the Captain then. Anyway good day Lady Stormholder.”

“You as well Langris, Captain.” She waved then vanished down the hall, not to be seen again until dinner.

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