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ellecdc · 1 day

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Hiyaa, I’m back again for another seer!reader😋

This one’s connected to the other seer!reader, I was thinking, what if mini padfoot inherits his mother’s abilities? Although he still can’t differentiate the line between his visions and dreams since he is really young. So what happened was he dreamt that a wolf was running after him and his baby sibling and he got so scared that he told his parents, then at the end they all figured out it was just a harmless dream?? Yes, angst with a happy ending please😚

Have a great day babes!🩷✨

mini-padfoot stoppppp I love them

poly!marauders x Seer!reader whose son inherits her gift of Sight

CW: hurt/comfort, fluff, Remus spiralling, continuation of this fic

If you had told Remus at any point in his life that he would one day be a doting stay-at-home-father of not one but two children, he would have called you barmy and maybe suggested you be admitted into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungo’s.

But alas, here he was, currently baking in his kitchen whilst his two children napped as he waited for his partners to return home from their various jobs.

And he loved it.

As if perfect timing, Remus had just slid a sheet of biscuits into the oven and set a quick timer when he heard his oldest starting to cry.

“I’m coming, cariad.” He called out as he wiped the flour off his jumper and pushed the door open to his son’s room, hoping to calm the crying before he managed to wake his younger sibling.

“Da!” Leo sobbed, holding his little arms out to Remus. Remus quickly bent down and scooped the toddler up into his arms and began shushing him and bouncing back and forth.

“You’re okay, m’love. Da’s right here.” He murmured into his head of curly black hair.

Though Remus knew toddlers and babies often cried as they woke up, Leo seemed to be particularly distressed after today’s nap.

“Hey, hey cariad; what’s the problem, hm? What’s the matter?” Remus cooed as he pulled his son away from his body to examine his face.

Remus’ heart lurched as he watched the little black-haired, grey-eyed bub rub at his eyes with pudgy fists; lip jutting out as he took in shuddering breaths.

“Saw bad.” He pouted miserably.

Remus’ heart lurched once again for the poor mini-padfoot who was plagued with his mummy’s gift of Sight.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Remus asked cautiously.

After many discussions that Sirius, James, and Remus had with you, they decided it was best to have Leo describe any potential Sights as dreams until he was old enough to be able to cope with potentially unsettling Sights; there was no use in your child stressing over things he could not control or even properly understand yet.

“Yeah.” The boy cried again.

“What was the dream about, my love?”

“Bad wolf.”

Remus felt his blood run ice cold as he stared at his son in horror.

A Bad Wolf.

“What did the bad wolf do, cariad?”

Leo let out a pitiful sniffle as his big eyes stared up imploringly at his father. “He was chasing us, me and my baby sister. I had to carry her but she wouldn’t stop crying and the wolf kept chasing us. He was growling and drooly and just very scary.” He explained, the end of his sentence punctuated with another sob.

Remus’ body seemed to move in autopilot as he pulled the child back into his chest and began rocking him back and forth, murmuring soft encouragements of ‘your safe now’, ‘da’s got you’, and ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of’ even though Remus himself was terrified.

It was him.

He was The Wolf.

He was chasing them…hunting them; his own children.

He should have known; he should have known better.

He was a monster through and through and he had no right to endanger the lives of these two innocent babes.

He felt sick and twisted even holding Sirius’ doppelganger in his arms like he had any right to tell him it was all okay and he was safe now. As if he wasn’t currently cradled in the arms of the monster he so feared.

Remus moved the child to the living room where he popped on a video of Winnie the Pooh or some other children’s cartoon on the muggle telly for him and handed him a small cup of apple slices.

He stood in the corner of the room - the closest he’d allow himself to Leo - chewing at his cuticles until James walked in the door.

“Daddy!” Leo shrieked excitedly as he abandoned the remaining apple slices in favour of launching himself at his father.

“Hey lovebug!” James cheered back, swinging the toddler back and forth in his arms before putting him back down and letting him race back off to his shows.

“‘Lo Moons! How was- is…is everything okay?” James started, but paused as he noticed Remus’ tense body language.

“Can you please watch them?” Remus whispered, referring to the one child sitting in front of the telly and the other still sound asleep within her bassinet.

“Of course.” James started, sounding like he was ready to ask Remus what was going on, but Remus never gave him the chance.

Remus swiftly moved down the hall and closed himself into their bedroom where he let out his own sob that had been stuck in the back of his throat.

The house smelled heavenly, alerting you to the fact that Remus had been playing around in the kitchen again. You’d been coming home to some of the most delectable pastries and breads that Remus always found some fault in - they were too dense, too flaky, not risen enough etc etc - but they never failed to make your mouth water each and every time.

The pleased smile that had taken over your face as you entered your home quickly vanished when you entered the living room to a tension you weren’t accustomed to in your own home.

Sirius was standing with the youngest of your two children cradled in his arms as he and James murmured solemnly back and forth, and your oldest watched cartoons completely unaware of any stress colouring the atmosphere around him.

“Hey you guys.” You offered cautiously, causing Leo to jump up to greet you.

“Hi mummy!” He shrieked, causing your daughter to stir unhappily in his papa’s arms.

“Where’s Da, pumpkin?” You asked him as he wiggled out of your grasp, clearly eager to return to his shows.

“In bed.” He responded simply, causing you to look at your husbands bemusedly.

Sirius and James exchanged a glance as James moved over to you. “He’s in the bedroom. He seemed very upset when I got home and all he told me was ‘Leo Saw something’.”

You let out a sigh as you looked over at your son, feeling horribly guilty that he was plagued by the same ‘gift’ that you were. You could remember some of your earliest sights at perhaps only slightly older than he currently was, and how upsetting not only the Sights could be, but how upsetting it could be when they happened to come true.

But, you also knew that at his age, what Remus described as a Sight could easily have been a simple dream.

You made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom, pausing to knock gently twice before letting yourself in.

Remus was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands with his back facing you.

You aren’t sure when the last time you saw him look so dejected was, but it caused a horrible lump in your throat nonetheless.

“Moony, love?” You called quietly, moving slowly around the bed in order to stand in front of him.

He never looked up at you, but a sob escaped him at your words.

“Baby.” You cooed as you knelt; placing your hands on either side of his knee and trying to rub circles with your thumbs in an attempt to get him to look at you. “What happened, my love?”

Through quiet sobs, you managed to catch “He’s scared of me. I’m going to kill him.”

“Remus.” You said more seriously. “That’s impossible.”

“He saw the Wolf, Y/N.” Remus responded emphatically, pulling his hands away from his face to expose his reddened and swollen eyes and cheeks. “It…it was - I was chasing him, and he was carrying our sweet-” He cut himself off with a hiccup and tried to cover his face again, but you caught his hands and brought them to your cheeks instead.

“He was trying to protect his little sister, and the Wolf was hunting them. I was hunting them.”

“No Remus.” You argued, but Remus screwed his eyes shut as if your refusal to believe him caused him physical pain.

“Remus Lupin, you listen to me; you would never allow anything to happen to those kids. You love them more than anything in this world; I’ve never been more certain of their safety than when they’re with you.”

Remus didn’t seem completely convinced as he shook his head in disagreement, though he didn’t bother arguing with you.

“And even if that wasn’t true.” You began, drawing your syllables out to encourage him to return his eyes to yours, which he did. “You have three of us here who also would never allow anything to happen to them. If you don’t trust yourself, don’t you trust us?”

Remus let out a defeated sigh as he rested his forehead against yours; his hands still stationed where you were holding them against your jaw as his thumbs gently rubbed near your cheekbones.

“Besides,” You added quietly, nudging his nose gently with your own. “I’m a much better Seer than Leo; if anything were to happen to my children - I’d be the first to know.”

Remus let out a quiet snort at that, causing you to smile.

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, my love.” You soothed; pulling your head back to press a kiss to his nose only for him to hold your head there and press a gentle kiss to your lips in response.

“It wasn’t a bad day.” He countered. “It was quite good, before he woke up from his nap terrified.”

You let out a sympathetic hum of acknowledgement and pressed another kiss to his lips. “It could have very well been a dream, baby.”

Remus sighed as if he knew that, but just couldn’t help being worried. You understood his dilemma.

Before either of you could respond, a cautious knock was rapped against the door as James and Sirius both poked their heads in.

“Hey, Moony.” James started, sounding all kinds of guilty.

“So, Leo told us about his dream he had this afternoon.” Sirius continued, grimacing slightly at the admission.

“Yeah! And, uhm, funny thing…that…” James soldiered on. “It turns out-”

“Red Riding Hood!” Leo squealed as he shoved his head between Sirius and James’ legs.

“What?” Remus asked in bemusement.

“Well, we had a playdate over with the Lovegood’s yesterday, right? And Xenophilius read this muggle nursery rhyme to them-”

“James…” You groaned, leaning your forehead down on Remus’ knee as he rubbed his thumbs through the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“Why don’t you tell them what happened next in your dream, bubs. After the wolf was chasing you?” Sirius encouraged.

“Me and sissy got away from the wolf because Mama showed up with two knights and they fought the wolf! And the knights were Daddy and Da, and then we all went and rescued Papa from an evil witch who locked him in a tower!” Leo explained excitedly.

“Leo,” Remus chided jovially. “You didn’t tell me any of this when you woke up.”

“I forgot!” Leo said with a shrug before he went racing back off down the hallway.

“Cheeky bastard.” You sighed quietly causing Sirius to bark a laugh.

“Sure is; he is his father’s son, afterall.”

“I’m so sorry, Rem.” James offered guiltily. “I was just so excited to learn muggle nursery rhymes and stories; I never even made the connection of the Wolf.”

Remus shook his head at his husband in faux contempt as he turned to lean his head against yours once again. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You hummed as if in thought. “No you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” He asked with a smirk.

You smirked right back. “Because, I would have Seen it.”

“Fair enough.” He whispered back.

“Right. So, now that we’re all good.” Sirius began. “Can we have those biscuits you made yet? They smell bloody brilliant.

“You can.” Remus replied. “None for Prongs.”

This earned him a bark of laughter from Sirius and a horrified squawk from James.

“Ha ha. You’re in the doghouse.” Sirius taunted James, turning to flee quickly when James turned to glare daggers at him.

You knew James had caught up to him when you heard an inelegant shriek from Sirius and Leo squealing in laughter at his fathers’ antics.

“I love them so much.” You mused aloud.

Remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. “Me too.”

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r1nstaaa · 3 days

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Mingyu x fem!reader

MDNI!!! this ones for u, maya <3

warnings: uh idk sex? raw sex yes. angst if u squint. smut mostly. childhood bsfs to lovers. happy ending bc im too soft sorry. it's my first time writing smth like this pls be nice

should mingyu feel ashamed? ashamed for thinking about how good those tiny hands of yours would feel around his thick cock, pumping him and stroking him while you’re on your knees looking up at him through those oh so innocent eyes of yours? should he feel ashamed for not focusing on a word you’ve been saying for the past 15 minutes, his eyes being glued only to your chest and lips?

it started when you were in high school. you and mingyu had been inseparable, almost as if your souls were created from the same one. he lived next door to you and you would go to his place every time you wanted to do something together. your mom treated him like her own son and his mother had practically accepted you as family. you could never have imagined a life without him. and frankly, you’re not even sure if you’d want to.

it wasn’t until the day that mingyu broke the news to you that you realised it was time to let go. it was time to let go of all the big warm hugs, or the ‘bear hugs’ as your mingyu liked to call them. it was time to let go of all the cheek kisses, all the lingering gazes that you were both too scared to act on. you wished you could have said it. you wished you were brave enough. but you weren’t. and neither was he.

he was leaving for korea in a week and there was nothing for you to do except let go of him.

you wished you could have gone about your life casually after his leave, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss him everywhere. you missed him when you went to the restaurant where you bought him his favourite spicy ramen. you missed him at the park where he made you laugh so hard you almost choked on your soda. you missed the smile on his face every time you told him you hated him for making fun of you. the smile that made you wonder if the stars envied him for the way he could brighten up darkness so effortlessly.

it wasn’t until 6 years later that you finally caught a glimpse of him again.

you were at the airport in korea. you’d managed to fulfill your dream of becoming an architect and had finally gotten a project outside of your country. you saw flashing cameras, paparazzi, and a huge crowd of people surrounding a 6’ something guy wearing a mask and some sweats. you never got the idea of surrounding people as if they’re some god. they’re just people too after all.

you had managed to get through some of the crowd when you reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. you pat it several times just to make sure until you realised something. shit. it was missing.

it was right when the realisation hit you that you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around and were face to…chest? god, this man was freakishly tall. you looked up to meet his eyes with yours and it was as if the breath had been knocked out of your damn lungs.

mingyu.

it was YOUR mingyu.

“y/n?” he questioned, almost to himself. he couldn’t believe it. it was you. there were so many thoughts trying to rush their way out of his heart into his mouth that they seemed to all get clogged up in his throat. your name was the only thing that felt right on his tongue.

“gyu?” you questioned back, the look of surprise on your face quite evident.

“you dropped your phone.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear the second you left his eyesight.

“i- oh yeah. thank you” you managed to sputter out as you took the phone from his hand. “what are you- what are you doing here?” you ask him. oh god. this was such a dumb question. what was he doing? you knew what he was doing. you stalked his account like a thousand times. you knew he was an idol.

he flashed a smile when he heard this question. the smile that you hadn’t seen in at least 6 years. it was almost as if it was reserved only for you. he was about to answer you when his bodyguards notified him about something that made his smile drop.

“i’ll reach out to you later. i promise.” he said as his bodyguards seemed to rush him out of the airport. you were left there alone with your countless thoughts and overflowing emotions, unable to decipher which one was tugging at you more.

and so, here you were, in your new and surprisingly well furnished flat, all thanks to your sister. you had changed into your tank top and shorts while emptying your bags and setting up your closet. your room was fairly clean by now, even though you were only about halfway done. you had never been a fan of messy surroundings anyways.

right as you were about to put the last pile of your shorts into your closet, you heard your phone ring.

“oh. an unknown number? at 9 pm? isn’t it a bit too late for that? or maybe it isn’t?” you thought to yourself. you figured the culture here at korea must be different.

“hello?” you said, hoping for some sort of an explanation as to who it was.

“hi.” the voice on the other side greeted you. it was almost embarrassing how quick you were to realise who it was.

“mingyu… oh, hi. um, wow. hi.” your voice was shaking already. oh god. way to go, y/n.

“yes, hello.” you could hear his honey laced laughter from the other side. it made your heart melt. “how have you been?”

“i- okay. first of all, how the hell did you get my number?” you asked, a hint of bewilderment in your voice.

“i had it memorised.” you could HEAR the love in his voice. this was so bad. you were doomed.

you didn’t really have anything to say, nor did you trust your words at the moment. you were afraid if you said something now, everything else would spill out uncontrollably.

“why didn’t you call earlier?” your voice was getting shaky. oh no. you knew this was a bad idea. “it’s been 6 years gyu. 6 fucking years.”

‘“i know, i know” mingyu cut you off before you could continue, your words shooting daggers at his heart. he’d always hated seeing you cry. but the pain was different when he was the one making you cry. “i’m so, so sorry. god, i have so much to make up for. please trust me when I tell you there hasn’t been a single day when you haven’t crossed my mind. i know 6 years isn’t nothing. ghosting you was a dick move. i- please. don’t cry. no. god, can i come over?” he asked, picking up on your silent sobs just as well as he did back then.

and just like he used to be back then, he was here at your doorstep to make you forget about everything that ever made you sad. except that this time, he was the one making you cry. he couldn’t ever forgive himself for this, but he could try to atone for his sins, as he’d like to call it.

you weren’t exactly crying anymore, since you’d always been pretty good at regaining your composure. but there was a certain emptiness in your heart, one that you knew only gyu could fill.

you were standing face to face, him panting slightly because of the 7 flights of stairs he’d just conquered.

“hey.” you said.

“hi.” he looked down at you. the longing in his eyes too evident for you to ignore.

“no security this time?” you questioned with a smile on your face.

“ah, no. that was airport security. kind of a formality.”

you nodded. “you’ve gotten so big. i can’t even hug you now.” you said while giving him a faint smile, referring to the dozens of fangirls he was surrounded by and not to mention, the security.

“oh bullshit.” he said as he pulled you into the tightest hug you could have ever imagined. his arms fully caging you in as if he never intended to let you go. and you wouldn’t admit it, but you never wanted him to either.

“i missed you.” he whispered into your hair. “god, i missed you so much. i’m so sorry.”

he spent 3 hours explaining why he couldn’t contact you and what he had been upto without you. after a while, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything besides the fact that one, he did not have a girlfriend. and two, he had changed a lot. appearance wise, that is. he wasn’t the mingyu who had left for korea anymore. he was taller, stronger and undeniably hotter. little did you know, mingyu had been thinking about the same things as you were. when did you get so fucking irresistible? i mean, sure he did have a thing for you back in high school. hell, he hasn’t even been able to get over it for the past 6 years, but seeing you like this, with barely anything on and a newfound confidence which you certainly did not have back then ignited something in him. he didn't know how long it would be until he finally gave in.

and so, here you were. facing him on your bed, talking about some degree of yours, when all he could focus on was the way you licked your lips before continuing, or the way your tits were almost fully out on display for him due to that sad excuse for a clothing item you were wearing. you noticed too. he wasn’t exactly being subtle. the way his knees were touching yours and the way he kept playing with his fingers was driving you insane.

“well, then yeah. here i am now, i guess.” you finished telling him about your life. you were almost completely caught up on each others’ stories now, or so you’d like to believe.

his stare hadn’t once left your lips. you hadn’t really noticed how close his face was to yours until you had finished talking. “gyu” you questioned, your voice almost a whisper. the space between you could be easily closed with just a lean forward from either of you. it had come down to self control now. and lucky for you, mingyu barely had any when it came to you.

“can i?” he questioned, his lips almost on yours. almost.

you responded by putting your lips on his, and his hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. his grip on you was so strong, it made you whimper against his lips. you didn’t bother pulling away to breathe, the action seeming a bit too unimportant at the moment. you had other things to do right now. “gyu..” you moaned out as his lips made their way down to your neck. “so sweet. so good. been thinking bout this for so long.” he whispered against your skin, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on different parts of your neck. his hands made their way up your top, making direct contact with your skin. the warmth radiating off of his hands made you melt under his touch.

his hands came up to grasp the hook of your bra as his mouth worked wonders on your sensitive spot. “can i? please?” he asked before unclasping the hooks and discarding the small material of clothing into a small corner of your room. his hands snaked further up your body as he guided your top over your head. he had your tits right in his face now. “fuck… so pretty. shit, all for me?” he asked as he latched onto your right nipple, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud while his hand worked wonders on the left one, pinching at it, making you squirm. “yes.. gyu please. need more. need you.”

“patience baby. been wanting this for so long. gonna make it worth it.” he said as he took his shirt off. god, it was a sight to see. he was gorgeous. the toned abs, the huge biceps, and not to mention, that beautiful face, he was going to be the death of you. “like what you see?” he questioned teasingly, but your brain was too focused on the way his hands were squeezing your tits while he used his mouth to suck and nibble at your collarbones. he stopped all of it to grab your attention, and you whined at the loss of contact. “gonna need answers baby. be a good girl and use your words, hmm?” you moaned out a weak ‘yes’ as a response, but he accepted it out of mercy.

“lie down for me, pretty girl. on your back, thats it” he said as he helped you get off his lap and onto the mattress. his lips travelled all the way from your neck to your breasts, down to your tummy. he placed several wet, sloppy kisses all over your tummy, making sure to mark you as his on any part of your skin that was visible. your neck had already served its purpose as his canvas, his art on full display for any man who’d even dare to look at you. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was completely obsessed with the idea of making you his. god, he wanted you so bad.

his hands found their way to the waistband of your shorts, which he tugged at as a way of asking for your permission yet again. you pulled them off yourself making him let out a groan at your compliance. he was facing your clothed cunt, the wet spot on it embarrassingly evident. he kissed it once, looking up to see your reaction. “does that feel good, love?” he asked as his hand made its way to your core, rubbing light circles on it through your underwear. he was such a tease.

you couldn’t find it in yourself so speak, so you just nodded. this made him stop again. “please baby, i’m gonna need you to use your words, yeah? tell me how good i’m making you feel.” he said as he spat on that damp spot on your underwear, teasing you even further. “mingyu… feels so good.” you managed to moan out, earning a chuckle from him. “see, it wasn’t that hard baby.”

he pulled your panties off, spreading your legs even further and getting down on his knees on the floor as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed. “such a pretty pussy. can’t wait to taste you baby.”

his fingers danced against your clit, tapping slightly in an attempt to tease you. this made you let out a whine. “shh baby. i’m gonna take my time with you.” he said, as he tapped his fingers against your lips, signalling you to take them in. you wasted no time in sucking on his fingers and coating them with your saliva. “such a good girl.”

his hands slid against your folds, the coldness of your saliva mixed with your slick making you shiver. he rubbed on your clit while his other hand was busy playing with your tits. he inserted one finger into your hole, making you gasp.

“shit, you’re so fucking tight. need you wrapped around me.” you felt his tongue lapping against your cunt, the feeling sending you into overdrive. you had your hands in his air, tugging at it for some sort of control. “ah- gyu, please. fuck.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations reaching straight to your core. just as you felt your high approaching, he gave your clit one last kiss before pulling away. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“aww baby. ‘m sorry. but if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be around my cock.” such a fucking tease.

he pulled his pants off, revealing his deliciously prominent bulge in his boxers. he was palming his cock while staring at your cunt. fuck.

“shit baby. you’re so beautiful. you want me to fuck you?” he knew the answer. of course he did. he could see you how you clenched around the nothing at the sight of his cock being freed from his boxers. lord have mercy. “yes min. please fuck me.” you managed to choke out. that was all he needed.

he stood between your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. he slowly rubbed against it, gathering your wetness before slipping it in. the stretch you felt made you moan out loud. the sound was music to his ears. once he was buried inside fully, he waited for you to let him know it was okay to move.

“shit, you feel so good baby.” he groaned, holding back the urge to thrust hard into you and absolutely ruin you for anyone else. but he knew it was too soon. he wanted to savour this moment, feeling your warmth surrounding his cock. he leaned down to kiss you as he began to move steadily, swallowing up all the sounds you were making. “f-fuck gyu, feels so good” you whined against his lips. his hips rocked into you, building up a rhythm. each powerful stroke made your breath hitch, as your nails were busy creating their own masterpiece on his back. he was proud of it too.

his hands were on your waist, gripping it tightly as he thrust into you. he was picking up his pace. he pressed down on your abdomen, making you gasp loudly. “you feel that baby? feel my cock against your tummy? does that feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse and laced with ecstasy. “y-yes min. i’m close, fuck.” he knew from the way your pussy clenched around his cock that you were close. his rhythm was starting to falter as he approached his own high.

“where’d you want it baby? want me to come on your pussy? gonna look so pretty.” you nodded, barely registering his words. you were so close. “please.” was all you could let out. your breathless plea was enough to convince him.

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself come undone around his cock. a few more thrusts and he pulled out, spilling his seed all over your pussy. he collapsed onto you, placing feather light kisses all over your neck and collarbones.

“i’m never letting you go again, you know?”

“i know.”

“i love you, y/n.”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #seventeen #kpop #mingyu x you #mingyu angst #mingyu x reader angst

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postmortemnivis · 1 day

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could be read as a part two of this post

“when i met you,” price started, “you were a mess of a man.”

simon grunted in response, his arms crossed over his chest almost as if he wanted to protect, shield himself from price’s words. each cut deeper than knives, aiming straight for the strong walls he’d built around his heart, the ones that only you had been able to tear down.

a mess of a man. he knew it, he didn’t need to hear about it too.

“at first, i honestly didn’t think you were going to ever become someone.” the older man admitted.

johnny’s laughter could be heard from the living room, where he and kyle were chatting about god knows what, probably the last poor girl johnny shagged in a bathroom stall at a pub the previous night.

“you didn’t?”

price shook his head. “as i said, a mess of a man, simon.”

a mess of a man. simon knew himself, he knew he was no saint, no good: he was a murdered, the angel of death that could be seen in the middle of the field, his dark glow foretelling the end of anyone who found himself in the middle of his bloody path. his hands were stained with the blood of many, the same hands he refused to touch you with; the only thing that kept him sane was knowing he wasn’t ghost, ghost’s crimes were shielded from simon by his black gloves and balaclava.

simon looked at price as his hand rested on his shoulder. he remembered what it felt to be neglected by his own father, and price knew it. price always seemed to know everything about his boys, he could see right through him. what simon needed was guidance, and price would’ve given it to him.

“nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued, “most of you boys are, you seek for something more. think of johnny, he enlisted when he was sixteen. you enlisted the day of your eighteenth birthday. we all know that if you’re a responsible man you don’t run to the army. we’re all crazy, messed up men.”

price also knew they were reckless, a suicidal loyalty bound to him. after all, their job attracted the beasts, the outcasts, the sadists, the worst of society.

simon rolled his eyes when price referred to them as boys. the man was less than ten years younger than simon, but he still felt the paternal pressure and instinct to protect the boys. his boys.

“wha’ made you change your mind?”

price motioned simon to move further into the kitchen, away from the people that were invited to his house.

“her.”

your voice echoed as you walked out of the bathroom, letting johnny finally hold his little niece. gary was walking behind you with the brightest smile on his face. gaz made a comment about how the three weeks old baby looked just like you, with simon’s dark eyes and pale blonde hair. if only he knew you helped simon dye it every month and a half, him sat on the edge of the bathtub and you standing between his thighs, his hands firm on your waist as he—for once—looked up at you instead the other way round.

you agreed with a chuckle, looking around for simon.

“look a’ the lassie, she’s already an uncles gal!” johnny’s laughter filled the flat. from the corner of his eyes, simon could see the person he’d grown to call his brother hold his newborn daughter.

“her?” he looked at you, the softest and most subtle smile crawling on his scarred face. simon struggled to hold back his smirk.

price nodded. “i remember we all could tell that you met someone. you’d become less… rigid. you’d smile more, were more clement with the recruits.”

“she changed me.” simon shrugged, attempting to hide the smile that would try to crawl on his face anytime he’d think about you. even after years, between a marriage and now a child, his eyes would light up at your thought alone. that’s the impact, the effect you had on him.

“that’s good, simon.” price spoke. “we’re all happy you’re doing better. we remember how you used to-”

“okay, got the message.” simon interrupted him. “loud an’ clear, john.”

his life before you seemed so distant and he almost couldn’t remember of a time where you weren’t by his side yet. like a far away dream, closer to a nightmare than a dream, but still something that didn’t look like the life he was living now. he didn’t need to remember a bit of it, what was the use? he had you now, everything before the day you met didn’t matter anymore, it didn’t exist anymore.

price sighed, looking to the ceiling as he tried to find something in his pocket. “coming outside for a smoke?”

simon shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “nah, capt. quit a while ago.”

it’d been months since you’d showed him the pregnancy test that shook his whole world. he’d fallen to his knees in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by worried recruits, johnny immediately sprinting close enough to check whether his lieutenant was okay but far enough to give you two privacy.

“promise me ‘m not dreamin’.” he murmured, pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your chest.

you brushed his short blond hair back, biting your lip as you smiled. you could feel your eyes tingling, tears threatening to spill at any given minute. “you’re not, si. we’re gonna be parents.”

you chuckled, leaning down to kiss his head and felt your white work shirt getting wet by his tears. you looked around at the faces of the confused recruits, and you smiled, because you knew you were the only person who’d ever truly know how the scary lieutenant, the ghost, really was.

“we are.” he whispered before kissing your still flat stomach, getting back up and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “thank you.”

in the nine months he’d been taking care of you like a person on their deathbed—really not necessary, si, i can still do the dishes by myself—he’d stopped smoking, and treated himself to just one beer every first sunday of the month.

he had worked on himself, hard.

for you and for your daughter. he wanted to be a better person, a good man. he wanted to be nothing like his father, that having haunted and scared him for so long and being the main reason he always tried to postpone having children, what truly held him back,, but he tried to be a better man.

that was what distinguished him from his father, he tried to be better.

leaving the military was sure next, after fixing the downstairs bathroom faucet and oil the doorknob of the closet. he wondered how the boys would take it, but in the end he didn’t really care, he knew they’d understand.

“quit.” price repeated, eyebrows raised as he put his lighter back in pocket. he wasn’t a social smoker, but knew better than to smoke near a baby, even if he would’ve excused himself to the balcony.

simon smiled as he heard you scold johnny for throwing the little girl in the air. “what if you drop her?”

“ah wid never, lass.” he reassured you, laughing at the slap he got on his scruff.

“you’re a good man, simon.” prices hand found its way on simon’s shoulder again. “you went through a lot, but you’re still fighting for a good cause, you didn’t let it change you. that’s what makes you a good man.”

simon was about to deny, say he wasn’t, he was the worst man there was, but then you walked into the kitchen, all smiles.

“hey si.” you smiled. “baby’s hungry.”

simon immediately stretched out his arms to hold the baby, a bottle already in his hands as soon as those words left your plush lips, your lashes batting up at him.

you wrapped your arms around one of his strong biceps and smiled up at him and then at price.

“cute, isn’t she?”

“is indeed.” john nodded, smiling under his thick moustache.

before he decided to leave the kitchen to leave you three some privacy and join the boys in the living room, where johnny had apparently put on a rugby match—“scotland-wales, for fucks sake, lad!”—he shot simon one final knowing glance.

simon returned the look, your eyes too focused on the little girl in her charcoal grey onesies to notice.

“you okay, si?” you whispered, but your husband's eyes were unfocused, staring off into space as price’s words kept replaying in his head like a broken record.

he nodded, kissing your forehead almost instinctively. “yes, love.”

you smiled up at him and then at your daughter, simon’s mind travelling an hundred miles an hour, waiting to crash on itself and get brought back to reality. price’s words echoed in the background of his brain, quieter each second that passed.

a good man.

tagging who asked:

@mr-sol @v1x3n @m4dyy @softangelheart @redzluvvesage @nittoka

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lyssasdrafts · 19 hours

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unrequited love — azriel x reader

description: you’ve always gravitated towards azriel, suspecting him to be your mate. however, he might be too closed off for one to realize.

includes: angst, unrequited love, rejected mating bond, cassian being your wingman

let me know if i should write a part two with a happy ending 🤭🤭

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

azriel, who was cold and intimidating. azriel, who you were supposed to be scared of. azriel, who does unspeakable things for a living. azriel, who was so beautiful to you.

you could barely find it within yourself to hold his gaze. the coldness in his eyes that softened when he looked at you, those sparring glances and longing gazes. it was so easy for you to distract yourself whenever his hazel eyes watched you. azriel rarely smiled, but those rare moments you heard his laughter made your heart stop. his laugh compelled your heart, tugging on a string in your chest that you’ve never felt before. it was the way his lips curled and he threw his head back, the way the wind blew his hair as you watched him fly, the way you’d felt drawn to him like it was magnetic.

there was something about his beauty that struck you. it was the subtle way his shadows danced around you and called to him. how badly you wanted to know the thoughts behind his tired eyes when he looked to the ground. how his scars and battle wounds stuck out to you, making you want to hear his stories. you avoided looking at his lips because your first thought would always be to pull him closer. you wanted to trace your fingers along the outline of his figure, you wanted to hold his shoulders and wake up in his embrace.

more often that you’d like to admit, you thought of azriel when you closed your eyes at night and still couldn’t sleep. you stared at the darkness and wondered what he would be doing right now.

perhaps it was love at first sight. this wasn’t the kind of attraction that felt like an explosion; no, it started with a spark. it was fleeting, just like those moments you had with him, and it lingered. it lingered the way a poison makes its way through your body, killing you slowly. it lingered the way a bruise could only heal overtime, yet it still hurt in the smallest ways and left a mark.

but perhaps you would never heal.

you suspected azriel was your mate after the first time you saw him. from the longing that consumed you, to the plaguing thoughts of azriel refusing to leave your mind, to the spark in your chest.

perhaps he would notice it too.

but he never did. everyday, azriel showed you a new face of indifference. if there was ever a chance for you to be left alone with him, he avoided that opportunity.

a part of you told yourself that he was just scared. he didn’t like to open himself up to others, and he barely even knew you. but perhaps if you’d been patient with him and stuck around longer, he would realize. he had to realize, right? there was no possible way he couldn’t feel your pining through the mating bond, he couldn’t sense the attraction in your eyes when you glanced at him.

for now, you would keep your distance. you would give him space. but sooner or later, you needed to talk to your mate. you needed to confront azriel.

you had always confided in cassian about your feelings for his brother. besides the fact that he knew azriel better than anyone else, he was one of your closest friends. cassian had laughed at first, not believing that anyone could be attracted to his friend who was so cold and distant towards everyone. but cassian had been wrong.

after some pleading on your end, cassian decided that he would help you talk to azriel. you could have a more personal conversation with someone that azriel was already comfortable with. you wanted to know more about azriel other than your previous small talk and mission reports. you hadn’t planned on confessing your feelings or revealing too much, you just wanted to see how azriel would act around you.

it’s a shame that cassian isn’t good at being subtle. first, he brings you over to azriel and formally introduces the two of you. azriel blinks, as if he hadn’t already known who you were. but then you notice how he’d laughed at one of your jokes and figured there might be something there.

“any plans for tonight?” cassian breaks any feelings of awkwardness for you. if you had spoken to azriel alone, you doubt you would he made it this far. you trusted cassian well enough to know he could carry a conversation. “i’m going out with nesta. it’s date night for us, you know, because we’re mates.”

the word leaves you frozen, eyes widened and shocked. you had left out the part where you suspected azriel was bonded to you, leaving cassian to simply assume you just had a dumb crush. he was clearly trying to tease you by pushing the subject with azriel.

“do you have a mate, y/n?” cassian gives you a large grin. you held back a sigh, he definitely was your professional instigator.

you tried to laugh it off, remembering that you conveniently hadn’t told cassian that you thought azriel was your mate and might as well be falling in love.

“no,” you lie. then you realize the chance you have, and you glance towards azriel hopefully. “what about you, azriel?”

“i don’t have a mate,” azriel says coldly. “and i don’t want one.”

you try to ignore the pang in your chest. it felt like azriel had tugged on the string that potentially connected you before ripping it apart. he doesn’t want a mate. you think about all the implications of this. azriel had never suspected anything from his end, he had never thought anything special about you. you hold back your tears when you realize your loss and the feeling of rejection stings you. you seemed to have finally found your mate, only for him to not want you back.

your lips purse, fighting back what you really wanted to say next. you excuse yourself soon after, cassian following you closely behind.

“i’m sorry,” cassian awkwardly tries to give you a smile. “you wouldn’t like azriel anyways,” he waves his hand. “he’s cold, and doesn’t like to socialize. he wouldn’t have gotten along with you.”

you nod in agreement, keeping your head down as you stared at the ground. the feeling of emptiness, of losing your mate, it plagued you. cassian offers to walk you home, to which you want to politely decline in your sadness. however, you could use someone to cheer you up.

it’s not until you’re completely alone, back in your own room, that you allow yourself to grieve. you shut the door tight and lean your back against the wooden surface, sliding down to the floor. it’s not until then that you start to cry at the loss of your mate. not because azriel was hurt, but because he’s rejected you.

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mrwavellswaps · 11 hours

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Drained

<Jack> So I’ve got something to confess but you’ve gotta promise not to be pissed with me okay?

<Koby> Oh god. What the hell have you gone and done Jack?

<Jack> Well… You know how I’ve been using that magic amulet we found to switch bodies with sexy hunks and what not?

<Koby> How could I possibly forget you pinning me down time every night and fucking me with every new body you steal. My asshole still hasn’t recovered from the time you swapped with that meathead with the 9 inch cock. Why? What the hell have you done?

<Jack> Hahaha… Uhh… you see ever since we got the amulet there was a guy I wanted to swap with right away but I wasn’t sure you’d be happy with it. I’ll just show you…

<Koby> WHAT THE FUCK JACK!!! YOU SWITCHED BODIES WITH MY STEP-DAD?!

It all started a few months back when Jack got his hands on a very special amulet. It wasn’t long after he bought it from a strange jewellery shop that he found out about its ‘special properties’. The amulet allowed Jack to switch bodies with anyone he wanted! Just by wearing it and looking at the person he wanted to become with the intent of switching, it would happen. Almost instantly reality would shift as Jack’s body and clothes transformed into theirs while vice versa happened to the other person. Needless to say it was a thrilling experience that he and his boyfriend quickly began to abuse. Having Jack swap with all sorts of hot hunks to spice up the sex and dating lives. Always swapping Jack back to normal in the end though as not to make things too confusing. They even tried getting Koby to wear the amulet and switch with someone a few times but it only seemed to work for Jack for whatever reason.

But that’s where Koby’s step-dad Brian comes in. Jack had been crushing on the older man ever since the moment he laid eyes on him. He was such an incredibly handsome older daddy with perfect silver hair and voice that could melt Jack into a puddle. Not to mention Brian was jacked! Despite being a middle aged man he kept himself in incredible shape and it really showed. Koby had suspected for a while that Jack had a crush on his step-dad but had chosen to ignore it, knowing how awkward of a topic it would be.

That said, ever since obtaining the amulet, the idea of switching with Brian had plagued Jack’s horny mind almost every day. But he’d strayed away from it for the sake of his boyfriend. It’d be too fucked up. But as time went on… his desire for Brian’s body only grew.

It all came to a head when Jack went to visit Koby’s parents to drop a few things off while Koby was at work. Of course it just so happened that Koby’s step dad opened the door, seemingly getting ready to go to the gym. The older man was wearing a tank top that hugged his torso tightly, showing off his pecs generously to the point where Jack could clearly see Brain’s pointed nipples underneath. But what really made Jack want to cum on the spot were the incredibly short gym shorts that Brain had on that left nothing to the imagination. Showing off his meaty legs in all their glory and allowing for Jack to make out the outline of Brain’s thick dad dick.

“Heyyyy Jack! What’s up?” Brain asked with that perfectly masculine voice as he smiled kindly with his handsome bearded face. It was too much. Jack couldn’t contain himself.

“What’s up… is that I need your hot fucking dilf body!” Jack blurted out as he swiped the smiley out of his pocket and put it on.

“W-what!?” Brain’s expression quickly turned to shock and confusion. But before he could even process what was happening, Jack activated the amulet’s power.

Jack grinned maliciously as his body began bulking up considerably. His chest heaving forwards into thick pecs, his arms expanding with delicious looking mass and his legs practically ballooning with incredible new size and strength. And as muscle all over his body continued to bulge bigger, he also found himself growing older and more mature. His skin beginning to weather slightly as his hair greyed. His face swiftly twisted as its features changed almost in an instant before a short and well trimmed silver bearded grew across it. Jack couldn’t help groaning with excitement as he felt his body reshaping itself into a total daddy. His ass quickly becoming nice and rounded while his cock thickened considerably. Even the moans escaping his mouth deepened into much sexier ones that immediately made his new dick twitch.

All the while his clothes morphed along with his body. The baggy t-shirt he’d been wearing changed into the exact same form fitting tank top Brain had been wearing. The same happened with his jeans as they shrunk into the very same tight gym shorts he’d been wanting to rip off Brian seconds ago. Even his socks and shoes changed into Brian’s sports socks and trainers.

It seemed like an eternity but after only a short few seconds, Jack had completely transformed into his boyfriend’s hot step dad. All of that muscle. All that dick. All that hot dad energy. It all belonged to Jack now as he looked down at himself with eyes full of lust and wonder. Meanwhile Brian stood across from him, having just undergone the opposite transformation into Jack’s former body.

“W-what… W-what the F-FUCK is happening!? You look just like me!? And I… I feel weird. I don’t… why? What’s going on!? Why do you look like me!?!?” Brain screamed hysterically at the front door.

“Yessssss… finally. This body is mine.” Jack groaned as ran his hands across his new face and beard before lowering them to his chest and giving his pecs a squeeze. “Mmmmmm it feels even better than I imagined.”

Naturally Brain continued to be hysterical and demand answers from his imposter. Afraid of creating a scene, Jack pulled Brain into the house where he explained the situation. Telling the older man that he’d just switched their bodies. Brain began to rave and rant, demanding his body back but was quickly silenced when Jack threatened to never switch them back. Little did he realise how true that threat would soon become.

Jack made sure to spend a few hours admiring himself. Checking out every inch of Brian’s hot dad body. Touching it in every place he could think of. All the while the real Brian had to try and cover his ears and hide in another room so as to not have to listen to his step son’s boyfriend moaning about how much he loved his hot hunky dilf body while jerking off his stolen cock. But eventually after blowing multiple dad loads, Jack decided it was time to swap back. After all, he couldn't have Koby finding out about this.

Except… the amulet didn’t work. Jack had no idea why, but he couldn’t get it to activate! He started to worry a little which only sent Brian into a full on panic. That’s when he noticed it. The signature purple glow of the amulet was gone. He’d noticed it slowly getting dimmer and dimmer recently with every swap but he hadn’t thought it was a big deal. Yet now it was gone all together!!

“Fuck fuck fuck. This is bad. Fuck what do I do…” Jack mumbled to himself with Brian’s deep sexy voice. “Okay. Don’t panic. There has to be a solution. I’ll just uhhh… go to the gym in this hot daddy body and work out for a bit to clear my mind. Yeah. Then I’ll find a way to fix this.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Telling Brian to stay inside while he headed down to the gym. He was already dressed for it after all. And when he got there Jack couldn’t help but feel all the eyes on him checking out his gorgeous body being shown off by his tight gym clothes. He had to admit he loved the attention. So much so that he was trying his best not to get a massive erection as he worked out. Yet as he came to the end of the workout session he’d made for himself, he still couldn’t think of a way to work the amulet. He’d even tried to test it while at the gym to see if he could swap with another dude there. But nothing. That’s when he knew he had to break the news to Koby…

<Koby> WHAT THE FUCK JACK!!! YOU SWITCHED BODIES WITH MY STEP-DAD?!

<Jack> I’m sorry! I’ve been crushing on him for ages. I tried to resist but I just couldn’t help myself. Your step-dad is just so fucking hot.

<Koby> This is so fucked up.

<Koby> Please for the love of god get the fuck out of my step-dad’s body.

<Jack> Well… That’s kinda why I messaged you.

<Koby> Jack. What have you done?

<Jack> I think I might be stuck in your Step-Dad’s body.

<Koby> What?! How?! Did you lose the amulet or something!?!?

<Jack> No I’ve got the amulet. It’s just… it would probably be better if we talk about this in person. I’m at the gym your step-dad usually goes to. Meet me here.

An hour later Koby finally showed up at the gym. He messaged Jack that he was outside in the car park so Jack wasted no time in running out to see him so he could explain what was going on.

“Fucking hell Jack…” was the first thing Koby said as he watched his boyfriend jogging up to him in his step-dad’s body,

“Sorry…” Jack said as he couldn’t help giving a cute but guilty smile. “Your step-dad was too hot to resist.”

“Yeah yeah you already said that. I don’t need to hear it again. Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Why the hell can’t you switch back?” Koby growled with a mix of annoyance and concern.

Jack sighed. “Well… I think the amulet might be out of charge.”

“Out of charge? What do you mean out of charge. How can a magical artefact thing be out of charge?!”

Jack shrugged his new muscled shoulders at the question. “I dunno! Maybe it just ran out of its magical juices or something?” He reasoned as he pulled out the amulet, showing it to his boyfriend. “Look. The jewel isn’t glowing at all anymore. I think it’s just drained.”

Koby was silent for a moment as he processed everything before finally speaking up again. “Jesus fucking Christ… I can’t believe this.” He tossed his head back in frustration. “So. Not only did you switch bodies with my own fucking step-dad… but you’ve stranded yourself in his god damn body!? What the fuck Jack!”

Jack took a step closer, putting a hand on Koby’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “Look, I'm sorry. I promise I didn’t mean for this. I was just gonna steal his body for a couple hours, have some fun and swap back. That was it I promise. I didn’t know this stupid amulet was gonna run out of juice before I could undo it!” He reasoned as best he could.

“Well that doesn’t matter now does it! It happened and now you’re stuck like this.” Koby shouted in frustration, his voice echoing across the car park and catching the attention of a few people. “Because let’s face it. Neither of us have any clue on how to recharge that thing so it might as well just be a useless piece of junk now. You’re stuck as… as my fucking step-dad! God that’s so FUCKED!” Koby buried his face in his hands.

Jack wasn’t sure what to say. Koby was right. They had no idea how to recharge this thing or if it even could be recharged. The only place they could’ve thought to find answers was that strange shop Jack had gotten the amulet from to begin with but unfortunately it’d up and disappeared not long after Jack bought it. The shop having been replaced with a coffee place.

“Look… I might be stuck like this now but…” before Jack could finish, Koby cut him off.

“But what?! We can just keep being a happy couple despite this?? You’re in my fucking step-dad’s body now Jack! How the hell are we supposed to continue being a couple???”

Jack frowned slightly. “Koby. Please. We can make it work.”

“How? How could we possibly make this work?”

Jack thought for a moment. Yet as he did, a somewhat mischievous glint sparkled in his eye. He took another step closer to Koby, closing the distance between them even more as he looked down at his boyfriend with a small smirk. “Come on babe. You’re seriously gonna tell me you’ve never had thoughts about your step-dad huh? Your hot… hunky step-dad who never has any problem showing off his handsome body?”

“W-what?” Koby looked up at Jack with a shadowy look of shock on his face. “Why would you even suggest that?! I… I’m not into my own step-dad Jack! That would be so fucked up!” Yet he didn’t make any attempt to move away.

“Really? Because I find that hard to believe. I mean just look at this body.” Jack gestured down at himself before giving his biceps a cocky flex. “I’m an absolute fucking hunk. The kind of daddy most people have wet dreams about.” He moved even closer. So much so that his impressive pecs were almost pressing up against Koby’s face. Practically begging the smaller man to bury himself between them. “Surely you must’ve snuck a glance at him here and there when he wasn’t looking. Maybe sneaking a peek at him through the crack of the bedroom door while he was getting changed one time? Or perhaps you’ve snuck into his dirty clothes hamper and stolen a pair of his underwear…” Jack grinned.

Koby shook his head. “N-no! I’ve never done any of those things! I… don’t…” he stumbled on his words slightly as his eyes couldn’t help glancing over the body of his step-dad.

“You don’t what? Fantasise about fucking your hot step-daddy? Come one Koby. I can see it in your eyes. You want me. You want this.” Jack gave his pecs a quick bounce. And before Koby could even give a response, Jack grabbed Koby’s hand and dragged it towards his crotch. Forcing Koby to cup his step-dad’s fat cock through those tight gym shorts. “You want my big dad dick, don’t you boy?”

Koby felt a shiver run up his spine as his hand groped the outline of his step-dad’s manhood. It was huge. And just touching it was making him so damn horny. He tried to resist the forbidden feeling but he just couldn’t. And as Jack slowly leaned in for a kiss, Koby couldn’t bring himself to pull away. And before he knew, their lips collided and Koby found himself making out with his own step dad. It was so unbelievably fucked up and yet he couldn’t help getting a massive hard on…

“W-wait… I… How is this even gonna work? You’re still my step-dad. What are other people gonna think?!” Koby finally said as their lips separated.

“Who gives a fuck what other people think. We’re not related, not by blood anyway, so what’s the harm?” Jack reasoned as he wrapped his arms around Koby with a reassuring smile. “All that matters is that we’re together. Just let daddy look after you from now on.” He continued as he pulled Koby into a deep hug. Rubbing their bulging crotches together in the process. “And from now on call me Brian.”

Koby didn’t say anything. Instead just allowing himself to lean into the hug. To lean into Jack… no Brian’s muscle. This was the most fucked situation he could imagine and yet he couldn’t help being enthralled by it.

“Now how’s about you and I head home, boy? I’m just itching to stuff that tight hole of yours nice and full with Daddy’s cum.” The new Brian grinned as he took Koby’s hand, ready to embrace their new life and any controversy that may follow…

To be continued?

#male body swap #male body theft #age progression #stepdad #identity theft #musclegrowth #male muscle growth #male transformation #muscle theft #male tf #magic #permanent #hairy #daddy #dad #dad and son #young adult to middle aged #middle aged to young adult

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slvtforyeo · 21 hours

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ever since he started masturbating to your live streams and videos, mingi got a lot more horny than he thought. he really tried to control himself but he just can't resist you. he started to give you more and more gifts every time you went live and you were happy to receive those.

as time goes on, you started to wait for him to enter your live and accept his gifts, but tonight he was missing. you were a bit disappointed but you kept going on your live until it eventually ended. suddenly, there was a ding and you saw that someone messaged you. you open the chat box and was startled to see his user, the infamous @fixonmydick.

fixonmydick: hi umm

fixonmydick: im sorry if i didn't watch your live, i know you went live just now but i have some errands to run

fixonmydick: i know you don't know me personally but umm

fixonmydick: i saw your post that you'll have a one premium show for one only and umm im interested

ah, so he saw her post last night. maybe she should give him a chance.

you (lustfulpuss): no worries ! it's fine if you had to run some errands

lustfulpuss: besides, i ain't forcing anyone to watch me live

lustfulpuss: anywy, I'll think about your offer.

mingi smiles shyly when he sees your reply, mentally preparing himself once he wins and gets the chance to fuck you stupid. he's confident with his cock, but he's nervous about the feeling once her enters inside you.

[a few days later]

you announce the winner of who won the free fuck, and of course, mingi won. it was kinda biased, but you were curious to see him irl too. when mingi saw your post, he was smiling like an idiot, kicking his feet in excitement.

lustfulpuss: hi

lustfulpuss: you won the contest! the roulette picked you ><

hell, even your messages are cute. you had to make a lie, to cover the real intention you have: wanting to be fucked by him.

fixonmydick: thank you vv much for the opportunity !

fixonmydick: i hope i don't scare you or something lmao

lustfulpuss: why, r u gonna scare me with your cock?

fixonmydick: im very embarrassed and shy to say this but i think so, yeah

as time goes by, you two continued to chat to at least get to know each other. you both introduced yourselves with your real names and where you from. you two exchanged numbers because it's kinda a little awkward to chat at a camgirl website.

when he revealed his face by sending a picture, you were surprised on how good looking he was. you have never ever wanted someone to fuck this instant. he was also pretty tall. you know what they say, if a guy's tall, so is his dick.

word count: 474

a/n: SURPRISE BITCHES (wait for the part 3)

network: @cromernet

part one: fixonmydick

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fic #ateez smut #ateez fluff #mingi #mingi smut #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #mingi x reader #song mingi #ateez mingi #cromernet

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ramblingoak · 3 days

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Getting Home Safe

Mushy May In Lucifer's Hollow: Day 4 - First Aid

Secondo x Dewdrop

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Secondo is the Fire Chief and Dewdrop teaches art at the high school. ~

Warnings: angst regarding someone getting hurt but otherwise just fluff, a little suggestive so nsfw, 18+ mdni, 670 words, thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers and @foxybouquet for helping with Dewdrop's nickname (fuocolino means "little flame")

“You should’ve gone to the hospital.”

Secondo hummed, tilting his head back when Dewdrop’s light fingers continued to clean the cut on his head. He could feel the irritation coming off the fire ghoul in waves. As soon as Secondo had gotten home and Dewdrop had seen the bandage he hadn’t stopped grumbling.

“I wasn’t going to drive all the way to the hospital, fuocolino.” He snaked an arm around the ghoul’s slender waist, trying to bring him closer but the ghoul wouldn’t allow it. “Aether took care of it just fine.”

“It needs stitches.” Dewdrop slipped away from Secondo’s grasp to search through the first aid kit. “We could call Omega I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing it.”

“Omega is a veterinarian and in case you haven’t noticed I am a man.”

“Trust me I’ve noticed.” A spark of something flitted between them. Secondo debated on getting up and hauling his fire ghoul to their bed but he stayed still, knowing Dewdrop wouldn’t be happy until he’d said his piece. “I just wish you’d be more careful. You’re the Fire Chief aren’t you supposed to stay behind a desk all day?”

There was an edge to his tone that Secondo didn’t like so he stood up, pleased when Dewdrop finally allowed himself to be tugged close.

“My job is to keep this town safe, sÌ?” He raised an eyebrow when Dewdrop stayed silent, only continuing when the ghoul gave a small nod. “Sometimes that means I have to go out there myself.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Dewdrop relaxed slightly, leaning against Secondo more. “I don’t need the lecture grandpa.”

“Nonno?” Secondo said the word with a playful growl, sliding his hands just below Dewdrop’s ass and lifting him to set him on the table behind him. “Che monello sei.”

“Did you just call me a brat?” The amber eyes of his ghoul seemed to light up from within and his tail started tapping against the tabletop in agitation. “You better watch it, I've been doing Duolingo an-mmph!”

Dewdrop’s lips were warm, just shy of being hot. The inside of his mouth even more so when Secondo swept his tongue in. His fuocolino channeled his irritation into returning the kiss, the claws on the tips of his fingers digging into Secondo’s shoulders as he held on. After what happened today Secondo just wanted to lose himself in his lover, all he wanted to do was carry him to bed and bury himself inside of him. But he understood Dewdrop’s worry, it was something the ghoul had brought up when they first began dating.

His fuocolino didn’t want to lose another loved one.

Eventually they had to pull away for air, both of them taking deep breaths as their foreheads rested against each other. Secondo carded the fingers of one hand through Dewdrop’s hair, marveling like he always did at the soft, golden strands.

“The only thing I want to do at the end of the day is come home to you.” Dewdrop smiled at Secondo’s words, his tail wrapping around Secondo’s waist. “Even if it’s to you being cross with me.”

“Well sometimes you deserve it.”

Secondo just smiled softly but that was enough for Dewdrop to see he agreed with him. After one last kiss the older man pulled away with a sigh.

“Go ahead and call Omega if that will make you feel better.” He rolled his eyes at the ghoul’s triumphant grin but in truth he was willing to do whatever it took at that moment to make him happy. “But I think he’s on a date with Terzo so prepare to be bitched at in Italian.”

Dewdrop gave him a feral grin before hopping off the table and going for his phone.

“There’s something you should have figured out by now, nonno.” Secondo just raised an eyebrow when Dewdrop moved close again, his phone ringing in his hand and his eyes gleaming with mischief. “The Emeritus brothers don’t scare me.”

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originalaccountname · 5 hours

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Uhh i just finish stormbringer and i didnt quite understood Rimlaine relationship im sorry if this comes off as annoying its just that i read some of your analysis and you explain thing very good, thanks in advance 💗

Their relationship is complicated and contradictory. Ultimately, their lack of communication (both in talking and listening) dug a hole so deep between them that they both had to die before it was fixed.

I'm gonna attempt a timeline to break it down, so you can see what happened. This got way too long despite my best efforts so I'm putting it under a cut:

At an undisclosed time, Rimbaud, a spy/special agent working for France, goes to defeat a mad scientist and ability user, Pan. Pan had created a sort of puppet, named Black No12, who could manipulate gravity and obeyed him blindly. Rimbaud managed to cut the link between them, and Black No12 turned against and killed his creator and master.

Rimbaud took Black No12 under his wing as a fellow spy for France. He trained him and made him his partner. He gave him a name, his name from before he changed his identity to become a spy: Paul Verlaine.

Rimbaud wanted the formerly brainwashed person he found to be independent. Despite his origins, Rimbaud wanted Verlaine to feel human. He was his friend and wanted him to be happy.

Verlaine, on the other hand, was haunted by not being or feeling human. He felt lonely and isolated, and Rimbaud pushing so hard to make him feel human only rubbed salt in the wound. But he didn't tell Rimbaud any of that.

Rimbaud gave Verlaine the hat right before their operation in Japan to retrieve project Arahabaki. The hat had a special ability alloy woven into it meant to make sure no outside instructions could be used to brainwash him again. That was Rimbaud trying to guaranty Verlaine complete agency, one step closer to making him human. This was only a grim reminder of what he was to Verlaine. After the lukewarm reception of his gift, Rimbaud starts to feel permanently cold.

When they got (what they thought was) the artificial human from Project Arahabaki out of the lab, Verlaine was taken by the Bungou Stray Dogs curse of seeing yourself in other people and wanting to save them to save yourself. Verlaine told Rimbaud he was taking the child and going into hiding to raise him as a normal human being, to protect the child from the same pain he felt. Rimbaud, who hadn't realized how his dear friend suffered, still didn't understand and tried to reason with Verlaine that they couldn't possibly turn their backs to their home, and that the child would still be with them in France.

This poor communication resulted in Verlaine feeling trapped and choosing to shoot his only friend in the back. They fought and Rimbaud got the upper hand before he got surrounded by the lab's guards and desperately tried to use Arahabaki to defeat them too. This ended in the Suribachi incident and his loss of memory. Verlaine still had enough strength to stop Arahabaki/Chuuya's rampage before vanishing who knows where.

Fast forward 8 years, Fifteen happens, with Rimbaud, now permanently cold, who got some of his memories back. Rimbaud wants to know more than anything what happened to his partner and friend all those years ago, and is even willing to kill Chuuya (and Dazai) for it. As he dies, he remembers what happened that night while they were escaping, and how Verlaine chose to shoot him in the back over Chuuya. He tells Chuuya that he was probably human all along, and to live no matter what, before vanishing into thin air.

One year later, and Verlaine has found Chuuya and decided to try again to take him so they can be lonely together. He's trying to both isolate and protect Chuuya in a twisted sense of responsibility and kinship (and the power of projection). When Verlaine finally loses himself to Guivre, he manages to tell Chuuya about how he stopped Arahabaki 9 years ago in Suribachi so Chuuya could do it to him now. Chuuya understands from this that Verlaine might have felt lonely and oh so bitter about the world, that he might have hated his existence, but he had found friendship in Rimbaud and wished to save the world in his name. One person had been worth it, so he couldn't just destroy it all.

After the fight is over, Verlaine is dying from Guivre's energy having been depleted by Chuuya's efforts. As he dies, Rimbaud appears: Rimbaud has created a singularity with his own ability at the time of his death, maintaining his mind alive in his subspace by absorbing himself as his ability on loop. He's like the Old Boss was in Fifteen, just a puppet, not a human... but he's still Rimbaud. And Rimbaud wanted his friend to live and be happy.

Rimbaud apologizes for not understanding Verlaine's struggle with humanity and incidentally handling it badly. Then, he passed on his ability, now a singularity, onto Verlaine to replace Guivre as his source of life: a lot less powerful, but enough to keep him going. Rimbaud tells him he's glad Verlaine was born because he got to meet him, and disappears for good.

Verlaine realized then, way too late, that he really cared about Rimbaud. Rimbaud spent a whole year as something that wasn't human just for the chance of seeing Verlaine again and apologize to him. That got to Verlaine too. Since then, he's been hiding in the Port Mafia's basement, uncaring of the world, and mourning his friend and the friendship he passed by without knowing.

In the shortest, in-novel words possible:

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Όπτιμους ἀνέστη! Happy Easter. I will burn in hell.

TFP Optimus gives a messy egg-birth. Ratchet is here too.

Flying into the Well of All Sparks, Optimus was ready to sacrifice himself, or at least what he's grown used to think of as himself, his frail, mortal form of metal and wires. He was prepared to merge with Primus. Apparently, Primus had other plans.

It started with warm airflow embracing him near the end of the Well, permeating his armor like it was paper thin, overwhelming him, igniting and soothing at the same time, and finally carrying him lightly back to the surface. It continued with his friends' confused happiness. And this new fuzzy feeling, and Ratchet's concern, and a discovery. Oh, the discovery. Optimus Prime not only came back alive. He came back full of eggs.

Living, precious sparks, nested in their vacuoles and soft, translucent shells, were growing inside his gestation tank. The organ designed to incubate one to several eggs has expanded to embrace the holy gift. Ratchet tried to count them but failed. There were just a lot, mostly blue, but some green, pink, and yellow.

Ratchet's medical fascination mixed with religious awe. The more he observed and studied the unique case of his Prime, the deeper it got, even though he had to face things that had to be left out of the equation for others. Medical confidentiality was a thing when it came to Optimus' increasing sexual appetite, to him constantly being on the verge of arousal due to being stuffed in a quite pleasurable way, to his gestation tank pressing on his waste reservoir and making the messiah of Primus visit the waste receiver twice a day. Optimus' increased energon consumption was less of a sensitive issue, yet he was still uncomfortable drinking this much openly, so Ratchet had to watch him fuel in private to control his ration.

So much stayed behind the closed doors of the medbay during Optimus' daily scheduled check-ups. So many little… inconveniences.

When Ratched had Optimus in the examination chair once again, everything seemed noticeably more intense. Optimus seemed more nervous and tired, and he told Ratchet about feeling so full that he was afraid to move. Even his waist plating looked slightly pushed from the inside. He lubricated copiously, letting out oily pink droplets, and the valve visibly throbbed so hard Ratchet called for all his medical professionalism not to growl in frustration and want. He was lying to himself about it being just fascination and awe. Fascination and awe never leave you with your spike in hand after your friend's and leader's daily check-up, moaning and thinking about his heavily pregnant tank.

Ratchet prepared the endoscope, and Optimus tensed. "It's going in," Ratchet informed him, trying to sound calm.

When the head of the endoscope touched the eagerly unfurling petals of Optimus' valve, there was a sound of a small piece of armor retracting. Ratchet tried not to stare at the spike pressurizing, instead focusing on Optimus' frantic apologies. It's alright. They'd been there. No need to feel ashamed. But holy Primus, fuck, how big this spike was, and how big the valve below was, and how smoothly it took the endoscope.

"Ratchet, please, stop." He complied immediately, detecting almost pleading undertones in the strained low voice. Optimus growled, and his hips jerked uncontrollably, grinding on the probing device. "I'm sorry, but I feel like my waste tank may give. The sparks are pressing on it."

"Then we should empty it before it's damaged," Ratchet told him, the phrasing felt odd and ridiculous but was aimed to comfort Optimus, highlighting him being aided and taken care of. The endoscope slid slowly in and out, stimulating the nodes where the tube connecting the waste tank with a small nozzle next to the valve lay close to the inner interface equipment, intertwined with its tubing and energon lines.

Optimus shuddered, and moaned, and started pouring the floor before the examination chair with periwinkle blue fluid. It arched between his legs, soiling Ratchet's hand still holding the endoscope. It wasn't the first time a patient voided the doctor, damn, they've been through the war quite horror-rich, but it was the first time Ratchet didn't really mind.

"I need a sample anyway," he said, grabbing a test tube from a tray and catching the stream with it. It did little to dispel Optimus' embarrassment, but at least it was true and gave Ratchet his pitiful excuse to watch closely his Prime peeing with, with the endoscope inside, open, ready to lay his blessed eggs.

Oh yes, he was ready. As soon as he stopped emptying himself and Ratchet took his hand away to clean it alongside the tool, his body spasmed like it was welcoming a long-denied overload. "Ratchet, I feel my destination almost…" He groaned, not from pain. "They are coming, I cannot hold them anymore."

"No, damn, Optimus, w-wait a minute!"

Ratchet rushed to the shelf, where awaited the basket, voluminous enough to accommodate a prime clutch and padded with soft material. Two seconds later, he found Optimus mindlessly stroking his spike, trying to distract himself and relieve the tension at the same time. His plating noisily rattled against the chair, his broken whimpers made Ratchet's mind dizzifyingly spin and Ratchet's panels open, but Ratchet was left with little time to care. He saw Optimus' valve squirting a jet of lubricant, his whole body contracting, and a first butch of divine eggs falling wetly into the basket.

They were magnificent. Glowing, warm, colorful, fertilized by Primus, and coming from Optimus' overloading valve. Ratchet didn't hear his own praises and prayers, only Optimus' powerful engine roaring, his cooling fans whirring, his shaky in-vents, and beautiful strangled grunts escaping his voice box.

With his own spark pulsing and his spike throbbing, Ratchet held the basket with one hand, using the other to touch the seam between Optimus' thigh and hip plating to draw attention to himself. "You alright, Optimus? Any pain now?"

"I am fine, my friend. How are… they?"

"Perfect, you… You are doing wonderful," Ratchet reassured, the container in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Optimus' hand never left his own spike, and Ratchet surrendered too. Powerless before the spectacle of life and pleasure and how badly it aroused him, he placed the basket on the floor, right in the puddle, and quickly stroked himself until the blinding overload made him moan and grab Optimus' leg.

It took a couple minutes more and two more small overloads for Optimus to tense in a final one, his spike spilling intensely, his frame using every output to dump the charge. He was crying.

The basket was full, the eggs piled in it, glowing. Each spark was visible inside, each had its own unique song. Ratchet and Optimus, both calming down, could already sense their energy and life.

A gift, a treasure. The future.

#transformers #valveplug #tfp #optimus prime #ratchet #primus #mech preg #egg preg #medical kink #piss kink #wasteplay #easter #immaculata conceptio #virgin birth

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Absolution

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader (afab, fem)

Category: smut, sex pollen

Summary: Obi-Wan really should have let his curiosity go and avoided that flower.

Warnings: 18+, smut (!!), sex pollen, slight dubcon (because of sex pollen but all consensual), unprotected p in v sex, master kink, slight sub!obi-wan, slight dom!reader, reader talks obi-wan through it basically, suggestions of inappropriate use of a lightsaber, virgin!obi-wan, religious guilt, hints of reader’s past feelings, reader kind of ignores some Jedi rules, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a lot of talks of fluids I feel, slight angst I guess, let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Happy May the Fourth! Happy Star Wars Day! Wrote an Obi-Wan fic last year so thought I’d keep up the tradition this year as well. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, certainly not the best smut, but I did end up rushing it a little to get it posted today so… sorry! This is for @lightwxlker who I told about this over lunch at uni <3 (feel free to read but please never look me in the eye again if you do). Can’t wait to see you later to see The Phantom Menace!!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

Absolution:

(Noun)

Formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment.

Declaration that a person’s sins have been forgiven.

It felt like you'd been trekking through the dense forest for days. Really, it had only been a few hours. But with no end in sight, and Obi-Wan's continuous promise of almost there, you were convinced that the two of you had been lost for about a week.

The Jedi had told you that you were in search of a hidden community that had answers to some questions that the Council had about... something. You didn't know. You rarely paid attention when Obi-Wan explained these things. As much as you respected him, these briefings started to sound the same after a while. It was the thing he reprimanded you for most often.

"Can we-" You wheezed. "Can we stop for just a minute?"

"Soon." He called over his shoulder simply, pushing aside a leafy branch for the both of you to pass through.

You considered pushing him over, tripping him up maybe, and even just stabbing him with your lightsaber. Just to have a break for a moment. It was unclear how he managed to walk through dense forest for hours on end without even a hint of fatigue peeking through. You envied him for it.

Luckily, your prayers were answered when a clearing appeared. It was small, sheltered by the canopy of trees above you, but it was a good place to stop. You didn't even have to say the word, Obi-Wan already knew what you wanted.

"Fine, rest here for a moment." He sighed, pointing at a rock.

You collapsed quickly, thankful for the brief reprieve, and watched as the Jedi made a slow circle around the clearing. He was inspecting every little thing there was to see. If there was one thing you had in common with the man, it was your curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

"Rather fascinating." He mumbled to himself, ignoring the burning of your stare on his back as he moved, poking at a fungus of some kind with the tip of his finger.

"Be careful. It might be poisonous." You warned, stretching out your legs in front of you.

"I know my living organisms." He replied steadily, pulling up and moving on to the next one.

It was a flower. Rather large, with pinkish petals and an indigo centre extending on from a bright green stem. It looked vaguely familiar to you. You racked your brain, thinking about the botany books you'd spent your spare time reading when Obi-Wan had insisted that you should know more about the planets you were constantly visiting.

Nothing was coming to you. Maybe you hadn't seen it in one of those books. Your head tilted as you watched the Jedi stroke gently at the petals with the backs of his fingers, mumbling about how it felt soft, and something came back to you when the flower seemed to move of its own accord.

"Get back." You shot up from the rock you were previously sitting on and took a quick step towards him.

"It's fine." He insisted, not looking at you - too entranced by the flower as he continued to caress the petals. He didn't know this one. He found it intriguing.

You remembered where you'd seen the flower before. A book hidden deep in the archives, where you ventured when you knew no one was looking, part of a collection of things that the Jedi were not supposed to have interest in.

Your pace picked up as the flower curled in on itself, the fleeting look of disappoint clear on Obi-Wan's face, reaching for his shoulder to wrench him back.

"No! Obi-Wan, stop!"

But it was too late.

As you made contact with his robes to pull him away, the flower blossomed open. A bright cloud of purple pollen burst out and coated the two of you, settling itself over your skin and infiltrating your lungs, and therefore your blood stream, as you breathed it in.

You coughed, scrubbing at yourself to try and get it off. But you knew you were past that.

The Jedi turned to you, surprised to see the panic in your eyes. "It's just flower pollen, nothing a little water won't wash away."

Your voice was shaky as you spoke. "What have you done?"

He frowned and glanced back at the plant. It wasn't one he recognised, granted, but he also hadn't been warned of anything dangerous in this area. So he really wasn't concerned. "I don't understand. What's wrong?"

"It's a flos venerem." You whispered. "We need to find shelter."

As you turned around in a slow circle, trying to decide which way you were more likely to find somewhere to figure everything out, Obi-Wan watched you with a curious gaze.

"And what is a flos venerem?"

You scoffed over your shoulder at him. "Do you ever read?"

You knew it was an unfair question considering the place you'd read about the flower wasn't one he, or any other Jedi, frequented but you were angry and frightened. Angry at him for not listening to your warnings. And frightened for yourself since you knew what the flower was going to do to you.

He looked on as you closed your eyes, feeling out with the Force. "Now is not the time to insult me. Tell me."

You whirled on him. "It's an aphrodisiac. A powerful one. And if we don't find shelter soon then you're going to be doing some strange things to these trees."

Obi-Wan frowned, puzzled by what you were saying. "Is there a cure?"

You laughed humourlessly, turning away from him again. "Is there a cure? Is there a cure, he asks. Ha!"

"An antidote?"

"No, there's no antidote." You hissed.

The effects of the pollen were already weighing on you. You imagined Obi-Wan was also feeling something as well, just unaware of it. At least you knew what you were supposed to be feeling. The Jedi Knight had no idea.

Your mouth felt dry, like sand on your tongue, and your skin was hot to the touch. A dull headache was forming at the base of your skull too and you knew these sensations would only get worse if you didn't do what the flower wanted you to. There really was only one way to fix it. But you couldn't find it in yourself to tell your companion the solution. You were ignoring the heavy feeling in the base of your abdomen.

Sensing your apprehension wasn't overstated, Obi-Wan pointed back in the direction you'd come from. "There was a cave a little while ago. We can go there and you can tell me more about this... aphrodisiac flower."

You only nodded, lacking the strength to tell him that you wouldn't be able to listen to his voice out of fear of what bodily responses that would cause in you. Your existing attraction to Obi-Wan would only be increased by the influence of the plant. And you were scared what you'd do, or what you'd suggest, to ease the feelings.

You started marching in the direction the two of you had come from, jumping away from Obi-Wan as he fell into step beside you and his shoulder brushed yours.

"Keep- keep your distance for a while." You muttered, pushing away the lick of heat that had shot through you at his proximity.

He frowned back at you, feeling bad for making you so clearly uncomfortable. "My apologies."

"It's okay. I'm just-" You cut yourself off with a groan.

Obi-Wan's stomach lurched at the sound. "You're just what?"

"The flower is making it difficult to be next to you." You turned your head away from him, desperately trying to breathe in the clean forest air and nothing else. But all you could smell was him. The scent was so strong that you could practically taste him, his skin, and it was making your mouth water.

"You're already feeling the effects of the flower?" He hummed, pondering. "I feel nothing so far."

It wasn't true. But he was completely unaware of what he was feeling. He put the dry mouth and headache down to minor exhaustion, the hike through the forest finally catching up with him. And the stirring he was feeling... down below was foreign. The Jedi secretly believed that maybe he was immune to the flower's influence.

He was severely wrong.

You glanced back at him, instantly looking away when you caught his wide-eyed gaze. His eyes were so blue, so familiar.

You marched ahead of him, ignoring his quiet protests as you urgently sought out the cave. It came into sights quickly and your pace picked up, practically running towards it now. When you reached it, you discarded your top layer of robes, the heat your body was producing making it feel as if you were melting, and left your lightsaber by the entrance to the stone shelter. You feared what you may do with it when the flower's effects got even worse.

Obi-Wan followed closely behind you and watched with curious attention at your actions, slightly puzzled when you made your way towards the back of the cave and sat down facing the wall.

"Sit over there." You pointed over your shoulder to a spot far away from yourself. "I need to think."

"Trying to remember an antidote?" He asked, wondering what there possibly was to think about right now. And without his help as well.

"Sure." You sighed, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. You weren't thinking about an antidote since you knew there wasn't one. You were considering your options. Even though you knew they were limited. Very limited.

He trusted your word however, which was mildly foolish of him, and took a seat where you'd instructed him to do so. He kept his gaze on you, fixated on the back of your head, as he observed your breathing pick up and then slow back down several times of the course of a few minutes.

What Obi-Wan failed to notice was how his breathing was in tune with yours, increasing when yours did and lowering when yours did.

It didn't escape him though when the flower's influence started to manipulate his body even more. The dry mouth, dull headache, rapid heartbeat, and hardened dick were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. And Obi-Wan couldn't stay in denial for much longer.

So he called out your name.

Big mistake.

You jumped at the sound, having to bite your tongue to prevent noise slipping from your lips, and glanced at him over your shoulder."Yes?"

"I believe the flower is finally setting in." He decided that was the best way to put it and not that the sight of you was making him think things he hadn't even considered since he was a lot younger.

You looked at him silently for a second too long, eyes flicking downwards before moving back up to meet his again. "Meaning?"

His brows creased for a moment. "You know."

You did. So you turned back towards the wall and stared at it. "I'm thinking really hard about it, okay? I'll work something out."

Lies.

Time progressed slowly, moving at a sluggish pace that had you wanting to claw your way out of the cave in temporary insanity, and you could hear Obi-Wan's condition growing steadily worse by the minute.

You were finding it a lot easier than him to control yourself, probably due to your more extensive knowledge on the subject of simple carnal pleasure. But Obi-Wan was losing it.

You kept your eyes focused on the stone in front of you, desperately trying to ignore the sounds that Obi-Wan was making behind you. The breathless whimpers that were leaving his mouth were heavenly to your ears, creating a pulse that shook through your body regularly. Despite the sounds making you feel good, it was getting harder and harder to stop yourself from giving in and crawling over to him. Especially since you could hear him tearing off at least one layer of his clothing.

"Obi-Wan, please be quiet." You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

To the Jedi your voice sounded husky, tempting almost. "I cannot help it. Please help me."

His voice was desperate, almost whiny, as he begged you for some sort of assistance. If only he knew what that assistance was.

You squeezed your eyes closed, resting your face in your hands. "I'm trying."

It was a lie. You knew that nothing could be done. The passage from the book you'd read about the flower had been very clear. Death was inevitable. Unless you engaged with someone... intimately.

It was the only method that would get your bodily reactions to calm down. If not, the next few days would be painful for the both of you. You'd be extremely aroused the whole time, heart racing at a million beats per minute, sweat would pour out of you and cause severe dehydration that would be impossible to remedy, and finally your body would give up from the sheer exhaustion of trying to handle it all. Then, you'd drop dead.

Just how exactly were you supposed to voice that to Obi-Wan, the man who'd boasted about his ability to follow the Order's rules for years, that the only way for the both of you to survive this was to sleep together? And how were you supposed to recover from possibly finally having the man you'd wanted for so long for just one night and then never again?

"I can sense that you're keeping something from me."

Your head snapped up at his statement. He was correct, sure, but you hadn't expected him to pick up on it in his state.

So you turned around to look at him, legs crossed in front of you and back against the wall to keep yourself as far from him as possible.

"There is one solution that I know of." You confessed, still thinking of a way to tell him.

"Just tell me. I know it's troubling you. It's okay." Obi-Wan's tone was soft and comforting.

You took a deep breath in. "You won't like it."

"Do we have a choice?"

You let the breath out again. "Death."

He released a tired and humourless chuckle. "I can assure you that I'll prefer whatever solution you have to death. So tell me."

You debated what words would spook the Jedi less. Were you clinical and informative? Or soft and subtle? The sweat dripping from his temple, begging to be licked away by the tip of your tongue, was telling you to be harsh and raw with him.

Your gaze fixed on his mouth. "We have to have sex, Obi-Wan. Multiple times probably." The last part was added on for emphasis, meant to draw a reaction out of him.

He gave it to you. His already flushed cheeks reddened some more, eyes darting away from yours momentarily. It's not that the antidote was unexpected, he figured that it would lead somewhere like this considering the two of you had been contaminated by an aphrodisiac, but he thought maybe that there would be another solution. Or that you'd at least beat around the bush a little more.

Obi-Wan didn't know how to tell you that he'd never done something like that before so wouldn't even know where to start.

Little did he know that you were already well aware of that fact.

"I'll guide you through it." You paused. "But once we get started I don't think you'll need much guidance. The effects of the pollen will probably lead you."

His eyes snapped back to you, a frown pinching between them. "And what do you know of it?"

"Obi-Wan..." You mumbled, tilting your head down slightly to give him a meaningful look.

He didn't look thrilled at the notion.

You scoffed, annoyance bubbling at his obvious judgement. "We all have a past."

He knew what you meant. Sure, everyone had a past. He just didn't realise you had that sort of past. Still, he realised he had no place to pass judgement against you.

Heat pulsed between your thighs at the sudden wide-eyed apologetic look he was giving you. A groan rumbled in your chest and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"I see that this is hard for you." He whispered and you attempted to hold back a laugh thinking that this probably wasn't the only thing that was hard. "So, how about you come over here and... show me what we have to do."

You looked back at him, surprised by the boldness he was showing. Yes, he wasn't a shy man by any means but you thought he'd have been a bit less confident in this situation. Or maybe the whole thing would just be so meaningless to him that he thought it'd be easy.

Obi-Wan could feel random muscles in his body clenching as you stared at him. He'd never felt like this before. He'd always known that you were beautiful, it was impossible to ignore, but he'd never thought much else of it. But now? He couldn't do anything else apart from think about it.

You slowly pushed yourself up from your seated position and fell onto your hands and knees, too tense to stand up, and made your way towards him steadily. He was surprised to find himself practically buzzing at the sight of you crawling towards him, a ravenous look on your face. You stopped about a foot in front of him, looking up into his eyes through your eyelashes.

A hand reached out for you.

You took it.

With his help, you settled yourself over Obi-Wan's lap, a leg either side of his thighs so you straddled him. You didn't let your weight rest on him just yet, wanting to check in quickly to make sure he was okay. It was taking everything in your power not to start touching him all over despite your overactive brain basically screaming at you to do so.

His eyes moved rapidly, taking you in as he searched across your body. A hand landed on either of your hips, encouraging you to move closer to him. So you did, chest pushing slightly against his and weight pressing into his lap as you sat down. The both of you let out a sigh at the contact, pain eased for just a few moments.

It was then that you noticed you'd sat on something extremely hard.

"Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" You chuckled, about to reach down to remove the weapon from the inside of his robes.

But Obi-Wan's eyes flickered over your shoulder to somewhere behind you. Slowly, you turned to see what he was looking out, a small pinch between your eyebrows, and saw where you'd discarded your own lightsaber earlier. What you were surprised to find was his lightsaber resting up against a rock beside yours.

"Oh." You croaked and looked back at him, eyes shooting to his crotch for a brief moment. "You are just happy to see me."

"The flower." He grumbled lowly.

Your heart fell momentarily, your face along with it, before you recovered and looked downwards towards his chest. "Right, of course."

Realising he'd made a fatal mistake, Obi-Wan placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to make eye contact again. "A combined effect of the flower and... you."

Your mouth dropped open for a second, dazed by his statement, before a smile blossomed along your face. "There was one thing I forgot to mention."

"And what was that?" His eyes were fixed on your mouth now.

"The flower's effects are stronger and fast acting if you are already attracted to the person you're with at the time of exposure." You leaned towards him closer, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. "I expected to feel the influence at least an hour or two before you did, Master."

A soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a whine, escaped his lips at the use of the title. It surprised you, you hadn't thought he'd be into that kind of thing. You didn't give him a chance to give you a real response though, the noise he'd just made finally pushing you over the edge.

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, thumbs swiping over his cheeks to wipe the purple pollen away. He let out another sound at that, this one more shocked, but equally as unrestrained. Your mouth opened just in time to catch it and swallow it against your own moan at finally feeling his lips melding with yours.

Usually, in the past, you’d have some sense of patience in this situation. But it’s like the feeling of his skin under your palms and his lips against yours, your tongue in his mouth, sent the pollen vibrating in your bloodstream. And before you knew it, your hands were tearing at his clothes, absolutely desperate to get them off.

And while Obi-Wan was a little more hesitant than you, inexperience slowing him down, once he felt how eager you were he could only join in on the action. His hands were soft, almost silky, like they hadn’t ever seen a day of hard labour in his life, and they sent warm bursts of electricity through you as they slid against your skin.

All barriers between you were removed in less than a minute, although time seemed to be flying now that you’d actually gotten beyond just staring at each other and ignoring all feelings your body had been screaming at you to address.

“Do you know what comes next, Master?” You questioned, wondering how out of practice he really was.

Obi-Wan seemed to pause, taking a long thought, before saying anything. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know.” You said and he seemed both embarrassed and surprised. “That’s not what I was asking. Do you know what happens?”

“I’ve heard things.” He admitted slowly.

Up until this point you’d been trying to avoid looking down at his naked body. Sure, the two of you had been pretty enthusiastic in taking the other’s clothes off but neither of you had verbally stated what you were comfortable with actually doing. That didn’t mean you couldn’t feel every inch of him pressing against you though. Somehow in the tumble of robe removal, you’d slid forward on his lap which had caused your torsos to connect. And you hadn’t bothered to move back again.

You searched his face for any sign of discomfort, finding none. “Can I touch you?”

He sputtered. “You already are.”

“No-“ You took a deep breath. “Can I touch you… down there?”

You were hesitant to say certain words to him, cringing at just the thought of them coming out of your mouth and entering his ears. You shouldn’t be shy about this, having done this countless times before. But now you were doing it with Obi-Wan, someone you admired with the deepest affection, it felt different. A good different but different nonetheless.

“Oh.” The flush he’d been sporting across his face stretched to meet the tip of his ears and you reached up to tuck some hair back away from them. “Yes, you can.”

You could see that the lust the flower caused had taken over all rational thought as his irises, usually so blue and bright, had been consumed by his pupils dilating. Was this a good idea, you silently wondered? Did he truly want this? Or was the flos venerem speaking for him?

Before you had the chance to ponder over that even more, the animal instincts in your brain took over and your hand was wrapping around his, pretty sizeable, cock.

He hissed at the sensation of your warm palm touching him and you observed his reaction with hungry curiosity. You liked the way his eyes fluttered closed and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, the way his head snapped back against the cave wall and he didn’t even seem to notice that it should’ve hurt. He was too absorbed in the pleasurable way that you were touching him.

You were touching him.

Obi-Wan felt as if he were flying amongst the stars.

Your hand slid up and down his length, taking in every minor reaction he gave you to see what he liked. The answer was: he liked all of it. No matter the pace of your strokes, the pressure of your squeeze, or the angle of the twist, Obi-Wan revelled in it all.

Every sound he made caused what felt like a flood to pour from between your thighs, skin prickling with flames of desire. You increased the speed of the pumps against his shaft, feeling him twitch in your hand. Obi-Wan started babbling to himself, something you couldn’t quite understand but realised were certainly happy mumblings. It didn’t take much more until he was orgasming, cum spurting out of him in hot ropes and coating both of your stomachs.

You weren’t surprised to see that he remained hard. At least the botany books hadn’t lied to you about the multiple times thing.

“Need you inside me now, Obi-Wan.” You whispered, pleased when his eyes seemed to spark with something akin to excitement. Pushing yourself up slightly, you took him in your hand again and aligned him with your entrance. Notching him against you, you inched down onto him slowly, feeling your hips stutter willing you to go faster, and watched his face scrunch up in pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” You asked despite knowing the answer. You just wanted to hear him say something, even a noise of approval would work for you.

He nodded rapidly and whined. “Yes, yes.”

Pleasure rocketed up your spine, walls clenching around him and he whimpered again. His hips bucked up underneath you and your eyes rolled back in your head.

He did it again.

You came.

A shocked laugh escaped your throat as the orgasm rippled through. You hadn’t realised it would be that easy but given that you’d denied yourself any friction and stimulation for way too long considering the situation you were in, it only made sense.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “Did you just-?”

“Yes.” You sighed and rocked your hips against his, thighs still trembling with the aftershock.

“Stars-“ He gasped, head falling forward to bury his face in your neck. You smiled at the feeling of his beard scratching against your skin and moved faster.

Time became a haze, multiple orgasms rolled into a blur, and before you know it you felt like you couldn’t move anymore. Your legs ached, your body dripped with sweat and your breathing was shaky and uneven.

But you were determined for one more.

Obi-Wan gasped about it being too much but couldn’t stop himself from continuing to thrust up underneath you. Which you were thankful for considering you could feel your thighs cramping up and barely managing to support your weight. His arms locked around you, trapping you against him, as he pounded into you urgently like he was chasing something. He was really. And you could understand.

“Come on, Master, just one more.” You murmured against his temple.

It took only those words of encouragement for Obi-Wan to spill inside you once again, the feeling of that setting you off as well. And finally the two of you relaxed, the pollen’s effects wearing away.

The two of you sat against each other breathless for a moment before you eased up off of him and settled beside him. He immediately collapsed against you, sliding down until his head met your lap. You placed a hand in his hair as his breathing slowed down to a normal pace.

Now that the high had passed, guilt was setting in.

“What have I done?” Obi-Wan croaked, burying his face against your thighs.

You froze, knowing you should be feeling this same shame but not finding it in yourself to care. At least not right now. “It’s okay.”

“No!” He almost wailed. “I broke- I broke rules. Sacred Jedi code.”

“You had no choice. It was either that or death.” Tears stung at the backs of your eyeballs, willing yourself not to crack and break down. He needed you to be strong. “There was no other way.”

He knew you were right, a small seed of relief buried deep in his chest. He didn’t have another choice. But then there was another matter…

You continued to try to make him feel better. "The council will forgive you, Obi-Wan. It couldn't have been helped."

The Jedi could only nod in reply. That wasn't what worried him anymore, your logical argument had been enough to reassure him of that. What did worry him is how much he wanted it to happen again.

He glanced up at you. "What about you? Can you forgive me?"

You paused, hand stilling against the side of his head. "There's nothing to be forgiven."

"Please." He whispered against your skin. "Please just-"

It hurt you to hear the break in his voice. A man, usually so confident, reduced to this. All because of something out of his control.

You took a deep breath, stared straight ahead at the cave wall opposite you, tears in your eyes and a hand combing through his hair. "I forgive you, Obi-Wan."

A/N: I listened to Star Wars ambience on YouTube as I wrote most of this. Hope you enjoyed!

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi fic #obi wan kenobi fanfic #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan smut #obi wan fic #obi wan fanfic #star wars #deakyjoe’s fics #deakyjoe’s writing #ej’s fics #ej’s writing

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I love zosan and think the art made me love it even more, but if I'm being honest with myself and how I feel about the canon, I'd say there should be zolu and sanuso before zosan. Let me explain:

The only logical explanation for Zoro - a pirate hunter, who had killed pirates for very petty reasons... to join a random guy with no crew, no boat and a pipedream, is that he saw something in him. The sheer amount of loyalty this man holds for his captain is more than akin to blind devotion than anything. And the trust Luffy holds in his first mate is absolutely astounding.

Outside of the ladies, Sanji only ever defends/vouches for Usopp. Even though Usopp is a man, Sanji doesn't treat him with the annoyance he sometimes has for Luffy and Zoro. During the water 7 arc, he keeps defending Usopp even though the Mary fiascos. He's super protective towards him.

In conclusion, here's how I think it'd go:

Sanji had been unintentionally courting Usopp and only realized it when water 7 happened. At some point while they're still in recovery or maybe while they were still traveling to enmys lobby, he tries to tell him what he's realized. Because if he really leaves the crew, this would be his only chance and he needed to live without regrets, as there was no guarantee what could happen.

Sanji: Usopp, I know it's not the time or place, but-

Usopp: Haha, this isn't Usopp, I'm Sniper King, remember?!

Sanji (defeated, knowing nothing will come of this): Yeah, well, when you see Usopp, can you tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't tell him on time, but I love him and I regret only realizing it now...

Usopp: ...

Usopp: Oh... well... I'll be sure to tell him.

Sanji might have taken that as a nice way to reject him, so he decided to take it with dignity and leave but was stopped when he heard

Usopp: And thank you... I mean, he'd probably thank you. For telling him.

Would it be too pathetic of Sanji to hold onto hope?

After everything was said and done, Usopp joined again. Sanji had forgotten, with all the things that happened, about his confession. So he was a bit surprised when he approached him about it.

S: Soooo... Sniper King told me what you wanted to tell me...

U, sweating bullets: Whaaat? I didn't mean- I mean I never told him to tell you anything, idk what you're talking about. That sniper king guy probably lied!

S: I don't think he's the type to lie. He's a man of honor, you know.

U, not believe that he's getting jealous of himself: you're so easy to defend him, you like him or something?

S, with embarrassment but loving adoration: Yeah.

U, heart broken: Oh. Well, I wish you two a happy life then.

(If he's wondering whether or not to "rejoin as SK", but living a double life would be hard and -)

S: Wait, where are you going. I just told you I loved you and you're walking away? Did something happen, I thought...

U: You said you like Sniper King, not me. (*insert rant about how SK is so much better than Usopp and all that self degrading bs*)

S: Okay, okay, no. I know you're the same person. But if you insist: I love you too. Not only in a friend way, not because of your persona, but because of you. Usopp.

And awww, would you look at that, they started dating. Time passes and Usopp stops feeling as insecure as he had before. Sanji keeps flirting with women but never means it and they all know it because they always ends up back in each other's arms. But then something devastating happens. Sanji can't stop thinking about how the mosshead never wears a shirt. It's infuriating and Usopp kind of understands, at one point he goes "Have you tried touching his chest? Maybe you'll get it out of your system."

To which Sanji is 1. Speechless, petrified, flabbergasted; 2. Shook and horrified at the suggestion; 3. Kind of obsessed with the idea now that he thinks about it; 4. defensive because "my love, you are all I need how could youuuu think thaaat".

In that order.

Usopp, laughing nervously: It's not like I haven't done it.

Sanji: What?

Usopp: What.

So it turned out, that one night of drinking made Zoro almost kiss Usopp, which he backed away because he was afraid, but then Zoro called it "physical traids" which made him.confused and a bit worried that he didn't know what that was, so he said he'd think about it. Zoro looked at him in a way that conveyed "what is there to think about", but never voiced it. With a shrug, he said okay and never tried anything after that.

So Sanji and Usopp decided that they needed to talk about it with the swordsman himself. To work out the logistics if anything... What he said, however, none of them expected.

Zoro: I don't know why you make it into a big fuss. Physical traids, yeah, it's like: I find you attractive, you find me attractive, we care for each other so we make out or if we're feeling it - more. How can Luffy het it, but you can't.

Jaws on the floor.

They call Luffy in on the conversation and it gets worse.

Luffy: Yeah, it's like when I'm bored, or feel like it, we do stuff. But I don't really wanna kiss anyone else and I told him you guys are okay to kiss cause I trust you!

Explaining to them that, yes - that's kind of what dating is, and yes - they've been technically exclusively dating until now, went about as well as one might have hoped. At one point, Sanji definitely got frustrated from his own overthinking about why Marimo had hit on his boyfriend but never him. To which Zoro responded that he had tried a couple of times but Sanji just kicked or ignored him, so he gave up, thinking he wasn't interested.

And at some point Luffy definitely drops something like "I'd like to try with you guys too, it could be fun." with a beaming smile and both Usopp and Sanji wouldn't be able to stop thinking about ot for a week straight, low-key obsessing over it until they decide, okay, yes. And then they would tell him and he would just go "Oh, right, forgot about that, sure, let's do it!"

(idk this was funnier in my head)

#idk what this love triangle is called #sanuso #zolu #zosan #op #zolusanuso #zolusan #usolu #sanlu #idk how to tag I'm gonna cry

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 9)

Guys, I don't normally post here unless I have at least another POV ready, but I'm gonna admit this last Ivan POV is NOT working out. I rewrote it three times, and it's still fighting me. Hopefully I can dig myself out of the ditch, but oh well. Y'all can enjoy Till's POV while I suffer.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight

Till's life is going well. He's used to the new house, he's found new inspiration to write and mix more songs ever since Mizi's concert, so he's going live more often, which means his audience has been growing steadily. Dewey got a promotion at work and Isaac is doing an EMT course that will guarantee him a promotion as well.

He's also started chatting more often with Navi, enough so that they are... almost friends? He doesn't want to assume, but Navi is always so happy to talk about anything Till wants that the conversation flows easily. Navi especially likes to know what Till is eating, all the boring details that Till finds himself... eager to share. Till has never been overly chatty, and idle conversation is awkward, but somehow Navi shows so much interest in what he has to say that Till finds himself invested in expressinging himself more, in looking for things to talk about.

Navi likes knowing what Till thinks of the weather, and actively engages with him over which brand of ramyeon is better. Somehow, they can get into discussions over the most innocuous thing, and end up discussing music and lyrics and mixing for hours on end.

They have an ongoing discussion about the use of english in lyrics, which frequently comes back up whenever one of them thinks of another argument, and also an untold pact of sending animal pictures to each other; Till sends pictures of any dog he sees on the street, because Navi said it's his favorite animal even if he can't have one, and Navi sends back cat pictures, since his sister has one and cat pictures are easier than snake ones, which are Till's favorite animal.

Till feels... warm, about it. He's never had many friends, being a lone wolf throughout his school years; he was always in detention, or going directly home after school. He'd always had a temper, something that only really cooled after he left school and was allowed to focus on music. Dewey was his brother, not his friend, and Hyuna was more of an acquaintance than a close friendship.

Till also felt. Guilty, maybe? About the amount of money Navi kept spending on him. He wasn't a friendship expert, but he was pretty sure friends didn't send you almost 50$ dollars when you complained about picking between ramyeon and tteokbokki and told you to pick both.

(Till knew it was a mistake to migrate over from texting to Kakaotext, since now Navi could send him money directly through that. But he also had to admit the amount of stickers Navi used was beyond cute.)

Navi had also sent him some other gifts, beyond the spontaneous kakaopay transfers and normal stream donations; he's sent Till a collection of rings after bothering Till for a week straight to give him his ring size, a comfy sweater that Till didn't take off for a week due to how soft it was, and so on.

Till felt a weird tingling feeling on his stomach, a blush taking over his face whenever Navi sent him anything. He's normally fine ignoring it after a token protest, too practical to actually deny money.

He thinks he should feel bad about it, or something. Dewey told him, a few weeks into his streaming career, that he'd feel awful about getting so much money and not giving it back. Till thinks it's an exchange; he streams and people give him money for entertaining them. For a little while, the same applied to Navi. Why should he care if someone wasted their money on Till? He didn't think gacha companies were at fault for people's spending habits.

That was until they started texting. That was until Navi stopped being just a name on the screen and became a person who liked dogs, did spicy challenges for fun and had strong opinions about the conservation of endangered animals.

Till thought he might start to feel guilty, then, or at least want to pay Navi back somehow.

Instead what he gets is a warmth throughout his chest and an entirely undignified urge to squirm in place. He likes it when Navi spends money on the most mundane things, when Navi tells him to get himself some food. When Navi sends him money with instructions to get something specific Till scrambles to get it, and enjoys the treat with red cheeks and an unknown tightness in his chest.

He doesn't get it, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone else.

(Reviewing the memory, later on, will show Till the following; the weird warmth, the urge to squirm, it is arousal. Till likes it a lot, when Navi gives him things and tells him what to do with it. He feels spoiled and taken care of and confusedly horny about it all.)

He's doing his best to not care much about it, but his weeks-long wave of good luck seems to have run dry, because he ended up sick some two days ago. He's had to cancel three streams already, and is miserable enough he's debating actually going to a doctor about it.

Luckily for him, he's not coughing or nauseous, which are his least favorite symptoms. He is congested and his nose is running all the time, and he does feel feverish, but there's not much he can do about that except sleep it off.

He's currently huddled into his couch, slowly eating the samgyetang Isaac made for him and watching a show Hyuna recommended. It's a simple, no-thoughts-necessary show; the female MC is a former yakuza member that's trying to leave her past behind and live as a teacher, and the two competing love interests are a big executive type who has a child on the school and is an ass to her but is able to afford a pretty luxurious life as long as she goes along with his plans, or a old member of the Yakuza who fell in love with her when he was a child and is now reforming himself to be able to stand besides her "in the light", as he put it.

Till is cheering on the yakuza guy, mostly because he's a lot sweeter than the asshole executive.

He's also live-blogging to Navi, who has been hovering so badly that Till gave up and allowed the other to get his actual address so Navi can buy him some soup and energy drinks. He thinks he'll regret it later, but he's not complaining right now, when Navi is making sure he has food delivered for every meal and also all the necessary meds.

You [ 5:47PM ] Oh look, the asshole is going on a business trip. Maybe we'll get some good scenes with the yakuza guy now.

Navi [ 5:47 ] You're really invested into this, aren't you? What do you even like in this character?

You [ 5:48PM ] He's just so much better than the asshole. I don't get why girls would ever go for someone who's so rude to them.

Till huffs, looking up at the TV as the in-between episode extra starts. They're always funny, showing the behind the scenes and some interviews with the actors. He likes the main actress well enough, and by what he saw the actor for the asshole is a well-established star that he had no idea existed until now.

Well, the same can be said of the younger yakuza guy. His actor, someone named Ivan, is talking about how he prepared for the role, and Till can't help but be interested. The asshole guy only talked about his physical conditioning, but Ivan is talking about how he talked things over with the director, watched former-yakuza interviews and did his best to research about the motivations of his character.

He's also very handsome, in an endearing way, and Till can't help agreeing with the interviewer when she tells Ivan his fans will love the role, and that seeing him do such an earnest character will get all the girls swooning.

You [ 5:48PM ] Also, seeing the interviews, this Ivan person is just a lot better than the other actor. He cares a lot more about his character, which I think is way more important than how you look.

The interview ends, and Till decides to send another commentary before getting up to fetch more tissues for his nose.

You [ 5:48PM ] I bet Ivan would look cute doing aegyo. He's got the face for it, at least. Though I don't know if actors do that, I've only seen Idols do it on command.

Message sent, Till puts his phone to the side and gathers his little mountain for tissues and shuffles to the trash can, dumping them before refilling his water bottle and getting a new box before snuggling up again.

Navi still hasn't answered.

He frowns. He knows Navi can be busy, he definitely has other things to do rather than keep Till company, but he usually sends a BRB text if he'll be away from his phone for more than a minute.

He's still a little sick, and fervish, and miserable, so he doesn't think too hard about it and messages Navi again.

You [ 5:50PM ] Navi?

Navi [ 5:51PM ] Sorry, hyung. I just got surprised. My name is Ivan as well.

Till makes a little surprised noise. Ivan isn't that common of a name. What are the odds?

You [ 5:51PM ] Wow, it must be weird to share names with someone famous.

Navi answers quickly, but with far poorer grammar than what Till is used to.

Navi [ 5:52PM ] haha yeah well, I got used to it. do you like Ivan?

You [ 5:53PM ] I haven't seen much besides this series, he seems pretty good. Did you have any recommendations?

Navi – or, well, Ivan. Till quickly goes to change his contact name before he forgets – takes some more time to answer, and Till decides he must be busy, so he puts the show back on, doing his best not to sneeze into his soup. It's only as he's almost napping that he gets a text.

Ivan [ 5:52PM ] "Creating Heaven", "So long, not enough" and "Kamera" are tolerable, but hyung should watch some more and tell me what's your favorites!

Till is too sleepy to type, so he just takes a picture of himself giving thumbs up and snuggles back on his couch, Ivan-the-actor's soothing voice talking with the MC lulling him to a nice, dreamless sleep.

#writing #wip #alien stage #ivantill #you taste the silver

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Steal His Shirt

Link to AO3 is here

Relationships: F!Tav/Zevlor Additional Tags: Penis In Vagina Sex, Friends With Benefits Summary: Post game. Zevlor settled down outside of Baldur's Gate. He got in to a weird relationship with Tav. One particular morning, Tav decided to mess with him by stealing his shirt. He was not impressed by her little game. Yet, she was sill quite entertaining. Word count: 3k

Zevlor was a simple man. He didn't need much possession to live his life. He preferred practicality over vanity. What good could a fanciful sword do if it broke at his first swing in combat?

After coming back from Avernus, he trimmed down his possessions even further. He only had so much time to pack up before he got exiled from the place he once guarded with his own life. Ceremonial armour was left behind as they were no longer needed. Ring with the commander's seal was taken from him as well as his home.

He got to keep his sword and gauntlet because he paid for those himself. He needed them for the road. He was filled with bitterness when his sword was returned to him. He looked at Helm’s symbol at the hilt next to the filing marks, where his rank once was, and decided to file the deity away himself. That was the most petty and revengeful thing he would do. For all the rubbish fate had thrown at him.

He eventually reached Baulder’s Gate with whoever survived that one Hell of a journey.

He was secretly glad that people died when the cult of Absolute bursted in the city. The thought was as low as it was practical. The tieflings that came with him had a better chance to settle in if the city was less crowded.

Once all the civilians settled down, there was only his fellow former Riders left. Some of the young ones joined the Fist. Some others grouped up to start their own adventure. A few of the older ones and his close associates decided to leave with him. Maybe he got his position stripped off him, but not these comrades who went through literal Hell with him.

They settled far out of reach of the Fist and their own kin. Their kin made it quite clear on their way from Moonrise Tower to Baldur’s Gate that they didn’t want any more to do with him unless it was life and death. Well, maybe they wanted him even less when it was life and death. Alas, his duty was fulfilled when they reached the city. He held up his end of things.

Zevlor really thought his soldiering days were beyond him. He thought he could try living a civilian life. However, power came back to him. He didn’t realise that his civilian life ended when power was granted to him a second time.

He lived to serve a purpose. Glory and honour were merely rewards that came along. Despite not knowing which god he should pray to, the power he wielded was true. He needed to do something with it. He couldn’t bear the thought that he held power only for it to go to waste.

Zevlor and his men settled in a medium-sized town. It sat along the way leading to Baldur’s Gate. Travellers and merchants that went through this place kept it busy. It was peaceful enough. They joined the local force run by the town.

They felt something was wrong shortly after. It was Serrell that pointed it out for them. Protecting a small place like this was too idle for them. Their training and discipline from the old days pushed them towards something bigger than the town they resided in.

To Zevlor’s surprise, everyone left the local force. He would have thought some would want to settle down. They seemed to be at the right age for that.

They formed a group and started to sign up for various missions. Their skills and might were proved to be very much needed. They gained reputation quickly. The youngest once said she lived more comfortably now than in Elturel. She made more or less the same money but a lot more freedom. Everyone seemed to be truly happy since Avernus.

One thing to Zevlor’s particular delight was seeing their new friend again.

He wrote to Tav before they left Baldur’s Gate and after they set up base here. He mentioned in the letters that she was welcome to visit any day. He didn’t expect her to come. She was the beloved hero, after all. Everyone wanted some of her.

From the interaction they had before, Zevlor knew their beloved hero was not the sweet girl with a pretty face she presented to the world. He liked her. She was a good ally and could be a good friend, most of the time.

Tav was very happy to see them. She sat next to Zevlor and drank the night away with them. She drank quite a bit and was leaning on him by the end of the night. His heart stirred but he knew better than overthinking. He just sat there and let her rest against his arm while participating in the chat and drank himself.

He didn’t drink much. As an unspoken rule, two others didn’t drink much either. The pair of them took all the drunk ones to Serrell’s for the night. He lived the closest to the tavern. Zelvor’s only mission was to escort Tav up to her room.

He was proved wrong. He didn’t overthink.

Once they were up the stairs, Tav didn’t look as drunk as she was when people were around. The way she dragged him into the bed with her, swiftly rode on his hips, and eagerly shoved her tongue into his mouth were forceful and passionate. Her eyes burned with lust when his name spilled from her lips. She knew what she was doing. She didn’t sit next to him by chance.

Maybe he was old. He was not dead.

He liked her.

He woke up at his usual time in the morning. Event from the previous night came to him. He got too comfortable in the bed with another body’s warmth. He missed the chance to get up and didn’t get a second one until noon that day.

She stayed for three nights. She was on her way elsewhere, just like all other travellers who set foot in this town. They were never to stay.

What more could he ask for?

He had no idea why she chose to spend her nights with him. He didn’t dwell on that one. He had a life now. He had a little home to himself in this town. He had his loyal companions. He had a purpose and the power to serve it. To ask for anything else would be greed.

However, he could hardly be blamed for being greedy.

Tav dropped by every month or two. She seemed to be always on her way somewhere. They had fallen into the habit of spending nights together whenever she stopped by.

Zevlor knew damn well if he wanted to have a life with someone, he should stop joining Tav at night. He told himself, there was no such person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just yet. While he was searching for that special someone, maybe he could indulge a little. He was not immune to mortal desires and temptations.

Hells, when he realised that was a terrible idea, it was too late.

He didn’t like her for her pretty face. She was smart, cunning, steel minded, and practical. He had not seen another one of her type. He knew that if he wanted to settle for a life, her type would be a challenging choice, to say the least. The worst part was that he was very fond of everything that made her “Tav”.

They never knew each other’s schedule. Her visit was always a nice surprise. Tav arrived yesterday while Zevlor was meant to depart with his men today before noon.

It was easy for Zevlor to arrange himself. The team was to meet up at the tavern before departing. All he needed to do was to take his pack with him.

Winter was approaching. Temperature had dropped considerably over the past week or so. Sex was slow and lazy last night. She seemed to enjoy the heat from his infernal heritage more than anything. She could be such a tender and loving lover when she wanted to.

She grumbled when he left the bed. He saw her rolled over to his spot to consume the rest of his warmth. That gave him a little smile.

He gave himself a quick wash. When he came out, his shirt was not where he left it. She seemed to be still sleeping, so he quietly searched in the room.

He didn’t own a lot of things and he knew where they were. The only place left was her.

Now he remembered why he didn’t like young girls when he was a young lad. They were playful and usually were so at the wrong times.

He walked to her sleeping form and patted her shoulder firmly. She merely scooted away from him. He took a long breath and calmed himself: “I know you are awake. Give it back right now. I need it.”

Tav lazily opened her eyes and yawned. She stretched and got her arm out from under the cover. There his missing shirt was.

Zevlor took another deep breath and let it out: “Give it back now. I won’t repeat myself again.”

She slowly sat up in bed and let the cover fall. His shirt was a little too big for her. The sleeves covered half of her thumbs. She did most of the buttons up, except the top two and bottom one. The curtains were closed to keep the heat in. The room was lit with candles. The small patch of skin on her chest peeking through looked as sweet as honey in the warm light.

He shook his head, voice low like a growl: “Now.”

She was not threatened by him at all. She rolled onto her fours and crawled towards the edge of the bed. She purposefully made a show of her supple rear and plumped chest. Her hands crept up the side of his waist to his neck. She was kneeling on the bed and pressing her breast against his. She cooed: “What a cruel way to wake a poor girl up in the cold, soldier.” She had her arms around his neck and one hand playing with the tip of his ear.

Zevlor felt the softness and warmth from her body, but cool on his ear. Her hands were already cool. She only got out from under the cover for a brief moment. He told himself to not warm her hands with his. He kept a stern look.

She hugged him closer in his silence. She peppered kisses along his chin and jaw. Those lips were so close to his, but all he got was some fleeting touch at the corner of his mouth. He reminded himself not to move and suck on her lips.

She was amused by his resistance. She rubbed the tip of his ear between his fingers and sent tingles down his spine. She purred: “It was an awful lot of work to put it on. All these buttons…”

He cleared his throat: “You only have yourself to blame.” That sounded nothing like the scold he was delivering. Gods above.

He patted the side of her hip and sighed: “Enough games. Give it back, now.”

All the warning she gave was a few giggles. She held onto his neck, with her knees open, and manoeuvred her own weight to pull him down to the bed. His body reacted quicker than his mind. He put one hand behind her head and the other held his weight up above her. One of his knees was placed between her open knees.

His body got too familiar with her and displayed no resistance. The only response was not to crush all his weight on her. His body had its own mind.

She was giddy, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, looking up at him. She was quite happy with her childish play. Zevlor couldn’t hold back his smile and chuckled. One of her hands let go of his neck to reach for his behind her head. She gently led his hand down the side of her neck and onto her soft mound of flesh. The effort she put into playing innocent was minimal: “If you want it back, you will have to take it off.”

Desire burned inside him. This was a lost battle and he knew it. His thumb rubbed her nipple in a way that hardened it almost immediately. He played it between his fingers the way that made her breath quickened. His stare was intense. There was no more use in pulling a face: “I need to go soon.”

She let out a little moan when he pinched her: “You got up early. There is plenty of time for you to take me for a ride, my dear ride.” She reached with her foot to tickle the base of his tail. The tail coiled around her calf needed no further encouragement.

He said nothing but stared at her with flames in his eyes.

She pulled him down for a kiss grabbing his horn: “Don't be so cold. Give me a kiss and take me for a ride.”

Zevlor, she called.

Zevlor, she called again.

He answered.

His fingers made quick work of the buttons. Her smooth skin was there for him. He bowed and brushed the fabric aside with his nose. He needed to taste her skin and hear her moan. He sucked and bit her hardened nipple until she let out the first cry of pleasure.

After he undid the last button, his fingers brushed over her slit. She was wet already. He wasted no time and unlaced his pants. Once his cock jumped out of the confinement, he crawled into the bed. He was aching for more of her.

With the last bit of patience, he rubbed the tip on her clit then ran the ridges of his cock along those puffy lips. He noticed how much she liked it the first time they fucked. She arched her back and grinded her hips on his length. Every time she drove her clit over his ridges, she made more lovely noises.

Zevlor straightened himself up one more time. He dragged her towards him by the hips. He lined himself up and plunged to the hilt. By now, he knew better than to treat her with great care and gentleness. Those could wait until next time.

Her hips bucked to meet every thrust. Her hands were busy pleasuring herself up and down. Moans and gasps streamed for her parted lips. She got wetter with each motion. The sounds they made would make a grown woman blush.

She was magnificent.

That's what he liked about her: bold and unapologetically lively. She could ignite the world with it and cast any shadows away.

She looked divine in his shirt. Some part of him wished to keep her in it. He wanted to leave his mark on her, if he couldn’t be hers. How he sat awake some nights thinking about her, he would never tell her. How his mind wandered when young children ran past him, he would never mention to anyone. To share the pleasure of the flesh with her was beyond his wildest dreams.

He kept ramming into her and making good use of his length. Her whines and cries made him want to surrender and ravish at the same time. He hissed, grunted, growled, and sighed. Her cunt was perfect for him. Her wetness and tight grip on every single ridge on his cock gave him so much joy.

He was close but she was closer. She writhed under him. The knees that hugged the sides of his waist wanted to close up on him. He grabbed the back of them and pushed down. His tail released her calf and hugged her waist instead. He leaned down to her beautifully opened front and kissed her: “You are going to be the death of me.”

The moment of bliss was near. She latched onto him when he gave her a kiss. His tail felt every ragged breath. Tears slid down her temples while she sucked his tongue. Her hand was firm on his horn and fingers dug into his muscle in a tight hug. In her waves of euphoria, she groaned and cried. More tears gushed down her temples. Her cunt clenched relentlessly to coax Zevlor to empty his balls into her. He did his best to give her a few more thrusts before cumming inside her.

They stayed still to catch their breaths. She smirked with marks of tears on her face: “Maybe a little death, yes.” He snorted and gently slapped her thigh.

He could see sunlight creeping up the ceiling from the top of the curtains. He looked at the shirt she was still wearing. It was in no state to be worn by him today. She followed his eyes and giggled: “A rag after a ride?” He laughed at her terrible line and got up to get her a rag. When he walked past her pack, she said nonchalantly: “There is a little parcel in my pack. It’s a little present for you.”

That was new, he thought. He threw her a wrung rag then opened her pack. He tried not to pry too much into it, as it’s not his place. He took a small parcel out. It was flat and soft. She urged: “Open it.”

A guess came to him. He found two shirts inside it. At a glance, they looked identical to the ones he owned. They were made in some thicker material that was both durable and comfortable. He walked over to the candle to take a better look at them. The details at the collar and sleeves matched exactly the same as his. She probably had them made for him. His old shirts were styled differently from what Baldur’s Gate had to offer.

He turned around and saw her already snuggled back under the cover. The used rag was left on the side. No sign of his shirt anywhere. He hurried to finish wiping himself down and got his pack ready.

He blew out the candles before he left. The last one was by the bed. She opened her sleepy eyes and pouted. He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. She smiled: “See you again soon, Zevlor.”

Helm’s tears. He shouldn’t be blamed for being greedy and making terrible life choices.

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End Notes:

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Honestly, smut is too difficult for me lollllll

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Character Focus: Romeo (Part III)

Omar and Romeo, each in their own way, act as mentors of sorts to Laurie and Erik. They both quickly get attached to the boys.

Romeo has been the only one to notice that Laurie and Erik's relationship might hide something more. Probably because he's very good at keeping his feelings hidden too. But conversations like this one with Erik may have set him thinking.

But if he wondered at that point, it was quickly forgotten because this was also the night he met Jamie, Gloria's cellist friend! Who dropped heavy hints just in case 'cause, you know, (I quote) "the man is cute".

In the end, Erik and Gloria weren't those who got some that night...

Jamie acts so disillusioned that Romeo tells him the truth: that he's still married and about to be a father. Jamie reacts... unexpectedly.

By accepting Romeo just the way he is, Jamie unknowingly unlocks something in Romeo's heart. When Romeo goes on "paternity leave", he takes the time to go and see Jamie so that he doesn't feel abandoned. This starts to feel like the first serious relationship Romeo has ever had.

But Romeo is now a father. And little Vincenzo is heir to the Pastorini legacy. What will that mean for him? His future hangs on Romeo's decisions for his family activities.

When Romeo gets back to Anne Arbor, he realizes just how much he has missed the gang.

The relationship between Laurie and Erik has suddenly deteriorated but even Omar doesn't have any insight to offer.

He doesn't really have the opportunity to dig into this, because he's come for something else. He demands Laurie to set a clear date for the end of his assignment. By opposing Laurie for the first time, he asserts himself as his equal.

Laurie asks for Romeo's participation to "one last move" against the Hei clan. It's still quite unclear but Romeo at least knows his time in Anne Arbor is coming to an end. But what about his relationship with Jamie? If he wants to give this a chance, he first needs to be completely honest with him...

And once again, Jamie doesn't seem put off. Jamie has his own complicated history (with Ash - you can read more about it here) and now that he's found someone who seems to like him back, he's not ready to let go.

Romeo has been asked by Laurie to arrange for Gloria to meet a notorious conductor on the lookout for talented musicians for his temporary orchestra in Los Aniegos. He also knows that Laurie specifically wanted to see Gloria play.

That is how he suddenly understands what must have happened.

This is all the more frustrating to him that he is very well aware of the reasons why Laurie pushes Erik away. Guilt has guided Romeo's whole life, and like Laurie, he didn't think he had the right to be happy.

Romeo goes to Tokyosou with Omar and Laurie to convince the Umeda family to join their alliance against the Hei clan.

He is dismayed to find out that Laurie had sex with the Umeda daughter and therefore now seems to use physical intimacy as a way to get information. He sees it for what it is: an escape mechanism.

When they get back and Erik is waiting for Laurie, demanding a conversation with him, Romeo knows what it must be about. Erik has been sent to Los Aniegos, the same place Gloria has now conveniently moved to. He tries to comfort Erik and invites him to his place. But Erik is in a very bad mood and unwilling to confide. He gets drunk on Romeo's homemade limoncello instead.

Romeo does manage to get some points across though. Including the fact that he has guessed Laurie and Erik's situation.

Laurie now confirms that the "last move" will be a mission in Shang Simla to destroy the Hei clan's main source of income: the plasma fruits crops. And that Romeo will be free of his bonds after that.

Which prompts Romeo to ask Jamie to come live with him in Monte Vista once the whole business is over (on the condition that he doesn't die!).

Laurie and Romeo now address each other as equals, both (reluctant) mob bosses but as close as can be to being friends. When they go back to Northeney for the first time since Luca's execution, they discuss for the first time Romeo's father's last words.

Will Romeo survive the Shang Simla mission? Will he get to be happy in Monte Vista with Jamie? Stay tuned. ;)

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Darkness - Chapter 1

„Why do we have to attend to this meeting again?", Enzo asks for the fifth time.

„Because", Draco lazily repeats himself, „the Dark Lord has asked us to join."

„You know what happened the last time he asked us to come, right?"

They know. Of course they know. Despite being Death Eaters for almost a decade now, the five friends Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Lorenzo and Blaise have been invited to these meetings only two times before today: The first one was two years ago, to announce the engagement between Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini. The second one was six months ago, when the boys found out that Draco was going to marry Astoria Greengrass.

„At least there are no more Greengrass sisters left for you to be punished with", Blaise mumbles bitterly. While Draco seems really content with his father's choice for a wife, Blaise never really stopped complaining about Daphne.

„I wonder which one of us it will be." Mattheo notices a little bit of excitement in Theo's voice. His Italian friend has always been very passionate. Mattheo suspects that Nott secretly craves a hot wife, who he will make happy and with whom Nott will found the family he never got as a child. Well, everyone is dealing with childhood traume differently, obviously, because the only thing that Mattheo has learned about families in his childhood is that Riddle men are lousy fathers and shouldn't have children.

But each to his own, of course.

„I can't believe that we have to go out and marry some random purebloods just because Harry Potter couldn't be defeated in the battle of Hogwarts seven years ago."

That was true. Mattheo was there when his father killed Harry Potter in the forbidden forest on May 2nd, 1998. He was also there to see Harry Potter standing up again and being more alive than ever. After that, Harry Potter disappeared. He was never seen again. The battle lasted days, but at the end, both sides had to accept that they couldn't win. At least for now. Since then, there had been this hybrid form of living together, tolerating each other on the outside, but plotting each other's death on the inside. Harry Potter has become kind of a legend, some people started to even doubt his existence. But there were whisperd on the street.. whispers saying that one day Harry would come back and end what he began.

In the meantime, the pureblood families decided to arrange marriages between themselves to form strong allies. The Greengrass sisters were high on the market, hence they were the only ones not married and not too young, so no matter what Blaise might be saying, he was lucky to ger Daphne. Mattheo nows he will be the last one to be married - his father didn't need him to win an ally. He just hopes that Theo or Enzo won't get engaged to a 14 years old baby in the sheer desperatiom of finding a pureblood girl.

Mattheo happens to be the last one to enter the room - which is ridculous, because he is going to take the seat left to his father anyway. He always does. In contrary to his friends Theo and Enzo, Mattheo is attending these gatherings more frequently. Draco and Blaise are asked to attend every single time, now that they're married men.

„It's always refreshing to see these young souls among us, isn't it?" His father starts his monologue. „And look, they seem to be thrilled to be here, too!" Which is a lie. None of them is happy to be here. „I would love to always have you guys around, but we have decided that to enter these holy rows, a boy should be old and wise enough to found his own family." Again, Mattheo thinks this is really pathetic, coming from a leader who never married, but who is he to judge? He is getting more and more nervous though. No matter how hard he tried, his father didn't tell him which one of his friend had been bethrothed.

„As you all might be already suspecting, we have all gathered here today, to celebrate the bond of two powerful, ancient, traditional pureblood families", he makes a dramatic pause, „but our possibilities are limited and they will stay limited if we focus on only our people. So, to make us even stronger, we decided to let you three marry some foreign purebloods, so that we can have some families all around the world." Well that is new. Mattheo smirks at his friends. When there was one word to describe Enzo's type of women, it's definitely „exotic."

„To ensure that everyone understands that this is my wish, I decided to let my son be the first to marry a foreigner."

„What?!" Mattheo bursts out, his smirk long forgotten. His father turns around to face him. Like always, Voldemort seems completely calm, a smile across his face. The Death Eaters might always have admired how patient the Lord has been with his son, but Mattheo knows his father better. He knows that spark in Tom Riddle's eyes very well. It's the face his father maked before torturing him with crucio until he can't even remember his own name.

„Don't let my son's impulsive reaction fool yourself, my friends. Of course he is more than happy for the opportunity to make us stronger and give us some pureblood heirs that will be inheriting our legacy. Am I right, Mattheo?"

Mattheo doesn't even hesitate. „Of course, father. I just didn't excpect to be the next one, that's all. You know, Theo, Enzo and I had a bet going on, about whose engagement it will be today and I just lost some galleons I'm afraid."

He chuckles and some Death Eaters laugh, too. His father awkwardly squeezes his thigh under the table, a gesture of approval. Draco, Enzo, Theo and Blaise definitely know that Mattheo's smile is just a facade, but there's nothing they could do for Mattheo right now. If the Lord wants him married, he's going to marry.

Voldemort suddenly stands up and gestures towards the heavy doors.

„Please welcome with me, the King and Princess of Turkey."

A Princess? Mattheo is wondering for a moment, but before he can even comprehend the meaning of this announcement, they're entering the room.

And suddenly nothing matters. There is no war, there are no Death Eaters watching, the arrangement and his disapproval of this arrangement are all forgotten. There's only her.

She has the biggest Doe-eyes he has ever seen. Her long, dark hair is casually falling in waves on her back. Her legs are long - and the little black dress she's wearing is emphasizing this detail more than Mattheo feels comfortable with - Draco and Blaise never seemed to have a problem with showing their wives off, but Mattheo already can tell that his wife is never going to wear a dress like this again.

The only thing about her that Mattheo dislikes is her facial expression. She seems to be nervous, which is normal, resgarding the circumstances, but there's also a hint of disapproval in her eyes. Like she didn't want to be here. Like she didn't want to marry him.

„Welcome, Selim", Voldemort happily says. This is when Mattheo realizes that there is a man entering the room next to this woman he shall marry. The King ignores that Voldemort refused to use his title and lets his biggest smile wander around the room.

„The pleasure is all mine, my friend. I can't wait to connect our families together. For that", he makes a dramatic pause turns around to the woman next to him, „I want to introduce you to my cousin, Leyla."

Leyla. What a perfect name for a perfect woman.

The King puts his hand to her back and slowly pushes her forward. Mattheo feels a panic building inside of him. It's not a good sign that he already feels jealous enough to break this man's hand for touching her, right?

Leyla (oh Lord, he loves thinking her name, he can't even imagine what it will do to him, when je finally gets to call her that) slowly proceeds towards his father. She seems uncomfortable when she finally is near enough to politely courtsy to his father.

„My Lord." Mattheo was smitten before, but hearing her voice is definitely what puts him over the edge. How can someone this Perfect even exist?

Voldemort smiles wildly at her, while awkwardly embracing her. „Welcome to the family, my precious daughter. Let me introduce you to my son, Mattheo."

It takes Mattheo a few seconds to comprehend that this is his clue to stand up and greet the guests. It takes him all his willpower to approach to the king first. „Your majesty", he says casually, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

Then he slowly turns to face her. She gifts him a warm smile and then does the cute courtsy she had given his father too. Mattheo stretchs out his hand, a little invitation for her to put her hand in his, which she does. He places a little kiss on her hand. „Welcome in our world", he says, still holding her hand.

„The pleasure is all mine, my Lord", she answers. Her accent is adorable. Her voice is soft, her smile is wide enough to let her dimples appear, but to his own surprise Mattheo can see that the smile doesn't reach her eyes. She's playing her part of a willing sister/soon-to-be wife accurately, but that's what she's doing. Playing. She doesn't want to be here.

Of course she doesn't want to marry you, Mattheo reminds himself, you are Voldemort's son. He holds her hand a little longer than necessard, but not too long to cause any suspicion, then he turns to face the King.

„So... why are you willing to sent your sister to a foreign country?", he asks, while gesturing their guests to join everyone on the table. His father is not a fan of his question, he can sense that much, and the other Death Eaters seem to be uncomfortable, too, but the King is calm, while answering: „She's my cousin, not my sister. And in Turkey it's still tradition to secure a partnership via marriage, my Lord."

„Mr. Riddle", Mattheo corrects, while helping Leyla to take the seat opposite to him, „my father is the only Lord here."

Once again, Mattheo doesn't have to face his father to sense that this time the Dark Lord is more than pleased with his son's perfomance.

„Oh, my apologies, Mr. Riddle. I didn't mean to be rude."

„You wouldn't be still standing here, if your words had insulted me", Voldemort intervenes. It sounds like a joke, but Mattheo knows that his father is more than serious.

„How old is your cousin?", Mattheo continues to ask.

„She's 24 my L- Mr. Riddle."

24? Daphne and Astoria had both been 22 when they were married off. And even then the Lord had stressed out in many occasions that the women of the Ton should marry sooner and give us as many new pureblood members as possible. Why would his father choose someone who is only a year younger than Mattheo?

„How much are we giving you for her?"

Someone gasps loudly. It is no secret that both Zabini Sr. and Lucius Malfoy had given Greengrass a little fortune for his daughters, but it was never officially spoken out - especially not with Daphne or Astoria in the room. Mattheo can see that Leyla's face tenses at the mention of the money.

„I can assure you that we have already talked everything through with your father, Mr. Riddle."

„Exactly, my son. There's no need for you to ask these questions", his father warns.

Mattheo smiles wildly at him. „I'm just trying to get to know my future wife more, father. You know, I had named you some criteria and I just want to be sure that she checks all the boxes."

„I can guarantee you that she has all the points you wanted", Voldemort lifts a brow and smirks at his son, and Mattheo can see that his father is genuine. She is fulfilling everything he asked for.

„Well, in that case... I think we can schedule a wedding in two weeks from now, right?"

The King visibly relaxes. „Of course, my Lords. I can't wait to become a part of your family."

Leyla chuckles. For a moment Mattheo thinks that he might've imagined that, but from the look on Theo's face (who is standing on the wall right behind Leyla) he can see that this really happened. Everyone's gaze turns to her, but she is looking at her cousin.

„No offence, cousin, but you just sold your own blood for money. What do you know what family is?"

There‘s a change of mood in the room. Everyone is so tense, they don‘t even dare to breath. Mattheo shares a glance with his father and realizes that the Dark Lord seems to be content with his soon-to-be daughter-in-law‘s outburst. Voldemort wanted his son to marry this woman and he apparently knew about her behaviour. Which means that Mattheo has to accept it, too. Not that he was complaining.

„Leyla, sweetheart, that‘s not very nice of you. I think my father and I have raised you better.“

„Your father and you have not raised me“, she snaps, „my nannies did. The only thing I have learned from you personally, my dear cousin, is to lock my door with an unbreakable charm every night, to prevent you coming in and trying to rape me.“

SMASH.

He had slapped her. The force of his hands had made her fall on the ground. King Selim did stand up, too and - to everyone‘s surprise - so did Mattheo.

„I can‘t remember to give you the permission to touch my fiancee“, he says, his ton still casual, but with a dangerous fire in his eyes. He walks around the table to grab Leyla by her arm and lift her up to her feet. She winces a little bit. She obviosusly expected him to be more gentle.

„She‘s still under my guard“, the King protests.

„She is not. The second you brought her in this room, she was mine.“

Again, there‘s this killing silence. The king waits for Voldemort to reject, but that‘s not happening.

„I guess some changes of plan are necessary here father“, Mattheo declares, „The wedding shall take place in five days - three if we can organize everything - and I think it would be more fitting if my bethrothed stayed with one of our friends in England, during these days.“

„She can stay with us“, Theodore quickly intervenes.

Mattheo smiles at his friend. „Excellent. Now, I think the meeting can come to an end. Your majesty, let Mr. Malfoy guard you out of his house.“

„But… Mr. Riddle, My Lord - we didn‘t talk through everything yet and I am still waiting for my.. my..“

„For your payment? Is a new found alliance with us not payment enough for you, your Majesty?“

„Well, of course it is.. but…“

„No but. I won‘t pay money to someoke who treats a soon-to-be Riddle like this. Oh and Selim?“, he adds, dropping all formalities, „you‘re lucky that she said trying to rape me and not rape me, because if you‘d dared to touch what‘s mine, you wouldn‘t be standing here right now.

#slytherin boys x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #slytherin boys #theodore nott #mattheo x leyla #darkness #hogwarts au #harry potter fanfic rec

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