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OSCAR SPECIAL (PART ONE OF FOUR)

Given Cillian’s recent success, I decided to jump ahead a little in my fics and give you a little Oscar Special. But don’t worry, I will cover off everything in between in due course and, for some fics, this Oscar part will hopefully get you guessing, while for others it will constitute a happy ending!

Our Dirty Little Secret (Special Part)

Nine months later…

"I don't know why I agreed to this," you told Cillian while clutching his hand just as the car pulled up in front of the red carpet. This was your first public outing with Cillian since the scandal about your illicit affair had broken just over nine months ago and whilst you had found your way together, society did not exactly approve of your somewhat controversial relationship with the 47-year-old.

"It'll be fine. You need to trust me," he whispered in your ear confidently, as if it were just another date night for you and not the greatest gathering of Hollywood's glitterati. Deep down, you wanted to believe him but it was obvious to you that he had put on act, just for you, to calm your nerves. He hated these events just as much as you did and knew how hard it was for you to adapt to this lifestyle with him.

"I should have stayed with Mara, Cillian. I never left her for so long, you know," you then tried to change the topic, talking about the daughter you had brought into this world together just under nine months ago, but Cillian simply chuckled.

"Mara will be fine with my mum, at the hotel. I promise," Cillian assured you with a loving smile. "Despite, I really need you with me tonight," he paused, gently squeezing your hand. "I couldn't imagine being here without you, Y/N," he then finally told you as one of the red-carpet attendees opened the door for you both.

"Don't you dare run off on me," you gasped, seeing all those intimidating photographers taking pictures of you both as he helped you out of the car, your white dress grazing the asphalt.

"I would never," he chuckled, playfully winking at you, as you bit back a smile, realizing that you were too easily flustered.

He then took your hand into his firmly, clearly showing the world that you belonged together and not a single soul would change that.

"Cillian, over here!" a reporter yelled out while, another, shorter woman with fiery hair, aggressively jumped in to get a good shot of you both. The molten sea of cameras around you ignited a varied assortment of insecurities you forgot you ever had. Suddenly, you were a ten-year-old girl again, your heart dancing under its master's feet set ablaze by judgement; but Cillian squeezed your hand gently, reminding you that you were a woman now—his woman.

A familiar warmth spread through your chest as his steely blue eyes fixated on yours. A silently brokered promise passed between you two: Survive this together.

The female reporter from earlier pushed her way to the front, locking her beady gaze onto Cillian with a voracious hunger.

"Cillian, how does it feel to be nominated as Best Actor for your performance in Oppenheimer?" she asked while you tried to back off a little, but Cillian would not leave you alone, holding you closer to him, showing the world that you both were together in this.

"It's a true honor to be nominated. I couldn't be more grateful. The cast, the crew, everyone really poured their hearts into the story, and I wouldn't be here without them. It was something unique and powerful," he responded, barely looking at the woman, but at you instead, trying to keep his focus.

"And I see you are being supported by your wonderful, young girlfriend tonight, making this your first public outing together. Is that right?" the reporter asked, curiosity sparking excitement in her voice as she studied you two intently.

"Well, we do have a young child together, which makes it difficult for us to attend events like this as a couple," Cillian began to say while smiling at you intently. "But, especially tonight, I couldn't ask for more than her presence," he admitted, his voice dripping with sincerity as he gazed at you openly.

The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flutter: It was a look that held secrets, a silent vow. You squeezed his hand tighter now and were unable to keep the smile from growing on your lips.

Cillian then stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, causing you to disconnect from the chaotic dance unfolding before your eyes and connect to the feeling of being near him, a feeling that cantered and calmed you.

"Thank you Cillian, and good luck tonight," the reporter finally offered a soft smile before signalling to her photographer to take some more pictures.

As you walked down the red carpet, a familiar pop song began to infiltrate your eardrums as you ignored the snippets of questions being hurled at both of you, creating a barrier between your world and theirs. Even with the nest of hundreds of reporters and photographers, the red carpet no longer scared you as it used to, especially when you had Cillian by your side, shielding you from the worst of it all.

Eventually, you both reached your seats, not too far from the front of the stage and Cillian introduced you to some of the actors and actresses he had worked with. You also met some familiar faces, like Emily Blunt and her husband John who both had a calming presence about themselves.

The tension seemed to melt away as you chatted with them and, for a moment, you managed to forget all the critical eyes resting on you, fading into the background until it was time to be quiet for the opening speech.

As the ceremony commenced, you merely held hands with Cillian, giving his reassurance every time he gave yours. Despite the constant whispers and sly glances coming your way, you tried to embody Cillian's mantra, staying present in this moment and focusing on his unwavering companionship instead of the judgement weighing you down. For hours on end, you managed to simply enjoy the show and, when finally, it was his turn to shine, you clutched his hand even tighter.

"And the Oscar goes to," the presenter announced, opening the golden envelope while, secretly you had been crossing your fingers for him all week long. "Cillian Murphy!" he then announced, making a-thousand-cameras flash simultaneously as your heart began to race uncontrollably against your ribcage. It was a strange feeling, this overwhelming sense of pride that flooded you, leaving you bruised and raw from the exposure.

Standing up simultaneously with Cillian, a big smile formed on your face as, quickly you caressed his face. "You did it!" you whispered to Cillian, hugging him almost desperately as he embraced you back, tightly. He then kissed the top of your head, taking a moment to soak in the gravity of his achievement as the crowd around cheered and clapped for him.

"Fuck," he gasped, still in shock, before stagehands began urging him to come forward and take his spot to accept the coveted award.

"Go on and give your speech," you chuckled, gently pushing him towards the stage while blinking away the tears threatening to mess up your makeup and, just before he took to the stage, he turned his head quickly to capture your lips for a fleeting second, leaving an imprint of adoration behind.

With shaking hands, he mounted the steps, greeted by rousing applause, and you leaned against the back of your chair, watching his every move as he accepted his award.

"Fuck," was the first word that escaped his lips, causing the audience to laugh in response and his actor's instinct kicked in as he used his impromptu curse to deliver an exquisite speech that brought a tear to your eye.

"I am clearly overwhelmed by all this. Thank you. Truly," he spoke, his voice shaky. "I first and foremost want to thank Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas for having faith in me and creating such a masterpiece. To the incredible cast, Robert, Emily, and the rest, thank you for teaching me so much about the craft. I can't believe I get to share a title with such incredible artists," Cillian said before his eyes drifted in your direction, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "And, of course, I want to thank my beautiful partner Y/N for supporting me through this in those last few months. You have pretty much been a single mother in the midst of award season, and I am so grateful that you are here with me tonight. To you, our daughter Mara and my son Max, I love you beyond words," Cillian said, his voice heavy with emotion, and it was then that your vision blurred with unshed tears.

He then proudly lifted his award into the air before humbly walking back to his seat, stealing a glance at you long enough to let you know exactly what he meant.

"I am so proud of you," you whispered as he squeezed your hand again while, around you, murmurs originated from fellow celebrities congratulating him on his well-deserved win.

"This means a lot to me Y/N. Thank you for having been my rock those past few months," Cillian whispered back, his gratitude evident in the warmth of his touch. The intensity of his words caused your heart to flutter unexpectedly and, suddenly, everything around you became distant and muted.

Not too keen to attend the after party even following his success, when the show drew to an end, Cillian engaged in the necessary press engagements before suggesting that the two of you slipped away before everyone made their way to Vanity Fair.

Together, you crept out into the night unnoticed, weaving your way through indulging crowds, gazing at each other, lost in all the nuances of the day that had unfolded—all the stolen glances between you both during the award ceremony, to the brush of his fingertips against your hand while trying to lead you through the venous crowds.

Eventually then, you arrived back at the hotel where Cillian's mother was watching Mara. She was already eagerly waiting your arrival and, as soon as Cillian walked through the door with the golden statute in his hand, his mother embraced him tightly.

"I am so incredibly proud of you," she beamed while gripping his face, hardly believing her eyes. "Now you've got it all, a beautiful family and the biggest achievement of your career," she remarked, wiping a tear from her eye while looking at you and Mara.

"Thank you mum, and thank you for looking after Mara for us tonight," Cillian expressed graciously, managing a weak smile as he hugged her again.

Mara then squealed with delight, screaming, "Dada!" and you both looked at each other with great surprise.

"Did she just say daddy?" you gasped. You couldn't help but be utterly taken aback, finding yourself at a loss for words as you clutched Mara in your arms and buried your face in the nape of her neck.

It was the first time she had spoken and as you held her tightly, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love that coursed through your veins, rendering you dizzy.

You glanced up at Cillian as he stood there, flabbergasted.

"Dada!" she said again, reaching out for the golden statute jutting out from Cillian's grasp. He chuckled and carefully placed it away before picking Mara up and pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

"Hello Babygirl," he said, laughter dancing in his eyes, and the love in that moment was palpable between them, radiating with a warmth that touched your heart. "I missed you," he then said and your eyes welled up a little. It was moments like this that made you rethink the decisions you made several months ago and you knew that it was time for you to make another now.

"I think maybe it is time for us to move in together now," you proposed to Cillian suddenly, as he looked at you with a gentle smile.

"It seems like two wins for me tonight then," he replied, taking your hand in his as Mara gurgled contentedly between you. He had waited for you to make this call for months now, ever since he first proposed it to you and now it was finally here.

To be continued...

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starlightts-posts · 1 year

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Hey!! I was wondering if you could make an Ao'nung x Sully reader. Where when the sullys arrive aonung is interested in the reader and hes always nice to her and only her which his friends notices and teases him about. Then im guessing 5 weeks of the sullys staying there the reader and aonung are close where its like dating (but not dating, yk?) And then u ask aonung to meet u somewhere at night (like a date) which he agrees then while ur there he never showed up so u walk back home but on the way u see aonung with a girl and u get mad and walk past them and aonung calls for you but u go home then the next morning aonung explains everything? (happy ending thoo) IF YOU DO THIS THANK YOU SM!! <3

Ao'nung x Sully!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: here you go! thank you for your request :))

sorry for any grammar mistakes

With sun rays caressing the markings on your back, you disconnected your queue from your exhausted Ikran and offered your hand to Kiri who has been accompanying you on the banshee throughout your journey to the reefs to seek refuge from the Metkayina clan. She grasped your hand, taking a notice of its rough surface, and slid off the creature with a huff.

The reception by the Metkayina was less than welcoming, especially by their tsahìk Ronal, who circled around your family with a spark of disapproval in her eyes. She lifted Kiri's hand to show her people the extra finger she shared with Lo'ak and your father, claiming you all have demon blood. You placed your hand on Kiri's shoulder to encourage her to move in front of you and escape the frightened looks of the Metkayina and earned a growl in return from the pregnant woman. Neteyam followed suit and pushed you in front of him to shield you from the curious children who tugged on your tail, giving the opportunity to the chief's siblings to acknowledge your presence.

That was when the disgust was replaced with unexpected interest.

Ao'nung began to study your every curve, each marking that decorated your different shade of blue, the way you scrunched your nose when his mother hissed at yours. He tilted his head slightly and took a notice of the matching bracelet you had with the eldest Sully child, frowning at the sight. It was clear that the two of you shared a strong bond and several facial features he found quite pretty on you, but on your brother? Not much.

He wasn't fond of your siblings and decided that it was his mission to make your stay and adapting to their culture difficult, except for you. Ao'nung, for some unexplainable reason, excluded you from his obnoxious teasing. Instead of fooling around and making fun of your frustration when you couldn't master your ilu, he offered you advice on how to do it properly.

His friends noticed the nice behavior towards you, especially after his gaze softened whenever you ran up to their group to rescue your younger siblings, Kiri and Lo'ak, from their nasty remarks. They started teasing him about it and with you passing by, they would playfully punch his shoulder and chant your name to catch your attention.

It's worth mentioning that they received some bruises from the firstborn of Tonowari and Ronal.

To Lo'ak's dismay, you couldn't adapt to the Metkayina ways and struggled to stick by their side underwater. Because Tsireya was busy teaching the rest of your siblings, Ao'nung was entrusted with the task of helping you out. That brought you closer to the Metkayina boy whether you liked it or not, but you weren't complaining. He brightened up your time under the water and showed you beautiful places you could only dream of visiting.

He would occasionally tease you around your brothers to reveal your newly created friendship and flick the back of your head with a toothy grin, making Lo'ak gag.

"Stop," you chuckled and swatted his hand away from your reddening cheek when he pointed out that his compliment made you blush. "Ao'nung, I mean it!"

The boy bit his bottom lip to stifle his laugh, letting you slap his knee. Ao'nung insisted that you take a break after you almost drowned because you were distracted by the colorful corals around you and forgot you had to resurface to breathe. Your side was pressed against his, the contrast of your skin color illuminating the surface of the rock you were sitting on, legs swaying in the clear water.

You pulled away from his turquoise body in thought, his hand slipping down your back in the process which left a trail of electricity behind. Ao'nung narrowed his eyes at your intense frown and shifted in his spot, uncertainty replacing the comfort he found by your side.

You turned to face Tonowari's son, allowing him to catch a glimpse of fear in your yellow eyes he grew to adore. "I was thinking," you began, his shoulders tensing under your gaze. "I mean- it's probably pretty stupid of me to ask, but.."

Ao'nung put his hand on your thigh and left gentle rubs behind as you exhaled deeply. You lifted your eyes to meet his light blue ones, your worry vanishing. "What if-- I don't know.." you trailed off and started to fidget with your fingers. He was patient and let you find the right words to use. "What if we meet here, tonight. Just for fun."

The corner of his lips curved upwards when you winced at your voice crack. He continued to massage your leg as he gazed at the horizon, debating his answer. "Or not! It's totally fine! It was stupid of me to even think--"

"Sure," he locked his eyes on you, soft smile decorating his face.

You slapped his shoulder playfully, scoffing. "You scared me! I literally thought you were going to decline."

Ao'nung chuckled, bringing his hands up. "My bad."

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Pandora is always breathtaking during the day, but when the sun begins to set, the beauty of the moon increases.

You trailed a hand through the clear shallow water, your fingertips playing with the sand in boredom. To say you were disappointed would an understatement, but you weren't disappointed in Ao'nung, you hated yourself for believing he would actually show up.

You should've believed Lo'ak. You should've listened to him when he caught you sneaking out of your Marui to "get some fresh air before bed" and told you that your date won't show up, but you waved him off and asked him to cover for you while you were away.

With a heavy sigh, you picked yourself up and pulled out the blossoming flower Tuk plugged for you, twisting its stem between your fingers.

On your silent journey back to your Marui, you caught a glimpse of a familiar hairstyle standing out of earshot on the shore where Lo'ak swung his fist in Ao'nung's face for Kiri two weeks ago. It was hilarious to listen to afterwards. Kiri mimicked the surprised expressions of her bullies and recreated Lo'ak's effective punch.

You narrowed your gaze at the figure whose back was facing you and dropped the flower on the ground in shock.

Ao'nung was speaking to an awfully beautiful girl you stumbled upon when you were playing with the Metkayina children and Tuk in the afternoon. You felt imitated by her unique appearance with just one glance in her direction.

You scoffed at the sight in the distance and licked your lips. Crushing the blossom with your foot, you stormed past them with clenched fists and didn't dare to turn around when Ao'nung called after you.

Maybe you were naive to think he could return your feelings, but you definitely weren't the type of Na'vi who would cry their eyes out if their date didn't show up.

Ao'nung messed up, he was aware, but before he could reach you, you were pushing Neteyam out of the entrance of your new home.

___

"Where can they be?" you tap your chin in fake thought, your ears flickering when a wave of sweet giggles fill the morning breeze. You cover your growing smile behind your hand and follow the sound of your sister shushing the other girls who wanted to join you after they witnessed Tuk getting splashed with water by you. You peek behind the wicker basket full of useful objects your family received from the Metkayina people and wrap your arms around one of the girl's waist to pull her out of their hiding spot. "Gotcha ya!"

The rest of the children runs out with a mix of screaming and laughing, trying to rescue their friend who is comfortably sitting in your arms.

"Y/n," your smile falls along with your shoulders, the sweet atmosphere changing. You place the girl down and face the owner of the voice, arms crossed over your chest. "Can you please let me explain--"

"What's there to say? That I sneaked out for you and you didn't bother to show up?"

"You sneaked out?" Tuk inquires, her hand landing on the side of your thigh. Your gaze widens, "Y/n!" your sister smacks your leg.

"Go play with the girls," you push Tuk towards the Metkayina kids with a nervous chuckle, but relax when she shrugs her shoulders and skips to her new friends.

"I didn't mean to ditch you," you scoff at his words and roll your eyes. "I mean it." He takes your hands in his, securing them in a tight grip. "What you saw yesterday is not what you think it is."

"What is it then?"

Ao'nung glances around you two, noting the number of people that can possibly catch him pulling you into his embrace. You stumble a bit when your body hits his, cheeks reddening. His fingers caress your back gently as he exhales heavily in your hair.

"My heart beats for you," your breath hitches when he presses your palm on his chest, on the rapidly beating organ. "And only for you." He pulls away, his hands traveling to your flushed cheeks. He smiles at your flustered state. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You better."

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animasola86 · 5 months

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The Magic Toy (2/2)

Notes: Part 2 of The Magic Toy, a continuation of A Scholar and a Pervert.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Double Penetration. Magical sex toys. Mutual masturbation.

Word count: 10.6k

Synopsis: After just having used your special gift from Sebastian, you end up in the Undercroft with him for more toy related shenanigans.

Warning: The horny teenagers are up to no good again and this time they're in the same room!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

The Magic Toy 2/2

(Context: You've just pleasured yourself with your magical toy that is directly connected to the one who gifted it to you: Sebastian, who had to find a quiet place to evade an embarrassing situation before the two of you had some remote mutual masturbation session. When you meet him on your way to the Great Hall, you know you need more and here we are...)

Moments after deciding to indulge in your desires once again, you found yourself kneeling in front of that old couch in the Undercroft, settled right between Sebastian's legs. Both of you hadn't wasted any time in undressing and had simply used a quick spell to get naked, and as you moved closer with your eyes glued to his very real arousal, he watched you with admiration and awe and a little bit of pride as he witnessed you succumbing to your primal needs right in front of him.

He wanted to think that he taught you well, but perhaps this lustful minx had always been inside of you and he had merely awakened it after its long slumber. Whatever the case, he was quite happy with how you had adapted to those new urges and how eager you were to satisfy them.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, he watched you gingerly cradling his cock between your fingers as you seemed to examine it rather thoroughly as if to compare it to the toy that was still in its box, waiting to come into operation as well.

You didn't wait long until you lowered your head and closed your lips around his tip while you moved your fingers to gently massage his balls, a feature the magic item didn't have, and you quite missed the feeling of his heated skin when you would indulge in the shaft-only version. You felt him inhaling deeply and when you looked up, he had closed his eyes and was simply enjoying your touch, letting you do your thing as he waited to become more active later.

You kept lapping at his length until it grew harder in your embrace and when the first precum drops found their way out of him, you licked at them hungrily, causing him to moan softly. Another thing that was different to your toy: it didn't make sounds like he did. And it was these sounds, falling from his slightly parted lips, that would travel through your body like a gentle tidal wave only to gather right between your legs, fuelling your growing desire.

Even though you could have played with his cock a lot longer, you felt a shudder in your groin, telling you to move things along. With one hand around his girth and the other cradling his balls, you then raised your body to clamber onto his lap, straddling him with confidence before you quickly guided his tip towards your entrance.

But before you could finally feel the real deal inside you, he had opened his eyes and got hold of your wrist, and when you looked at him, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and brought his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered: “Mind if I have a taste as well?”

You gave him a shaky nod and let go of his cock, your hands falling to your sides as you shifted on his lap. His hand slipped right between your legs and his experienced fingers quickly found your throbbing clit as he started rubbing it vigorously. Moaning softly, you leaned back on your arms and grabbed his knees, trying to stay steady as he kept assaulting your wet folds with precise movements.

You felt him dipping his finger in your slick until he prodded at your entrance, and with ease, his digit slipped into you all the way to his knuckle and you squirmed frantically on top of him when he curled it against your soft flesh. The wet sound he produced as he started moving his finger in and out quickly, gently stretching and scratching over your sensitive walls, filled your ears and only added to the sensation pooling inside your stomach.

Breathing heavily, you arched your head back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling, almost falling into the well of bliss already, but before you could, he withdrew his finger, and when you wanted to glare at him for leaving you hanging like that, you saw him licking it with slow and deliberate movements of his tongue, his dark eyes boring into yours. The shiver you felt at just this sight alone was enough compensation and your initial frustration turned into yet another shade of lust.

You dove in then, your hands grabbing his face as you claimed his lips for a heated kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you pushed yours into his mouth. He grabbed your waist and held you on top of him, slowly moving you back and forth to grind against his erection, and all you could do was moan against his lips as he spread your wetness over his length.

In the midst of your passionate kiss, you felt him moving one hand between your bodies and with a quick push and your subconscious assistance as you mindlessly raised your hips, the head of his cock found its way into your tight channel. Then gravity did the rest as you lowered your body onto him, your walls enveloping him as they basically sucked him in deeper until he was completely buried in your warmth, his tip definitely prodding at your cervix.

You kept kissing him breathlessly, your moans and whimpers swallowed by his eager tongue and lips. His arms snaked around your torso and he pulled you right against his chest, the slight angle change coaxing a groan out of you, as he continued to let his tongue dance around yours hungrily. You quickly felt light-headed and when you eventually leaned back to catch your breath, you looked at him and saw the same passion burning within his eyes.

The both of you clearly were a match made in heaven with how you were willing to devour the other with just your gazes. Mesmerized by his dark eyes, you grabbed the back of the couch on either side of his head and slowly started grinding your hips against him, watching him closely as he reacted to the sensations rushing through both of your bodies while you felt his cock moving within you, pushing and stretching your walls which clenched tightly around him in return.

It was an agonizingly slow rhythm you fell into, but after having him push you to your limits countless times before, you felt a strange sense of glee seeing him squirm beneath you, eager to move more and faster and harder against you, but then being denied that pleasure as all he could do was sit there and hold your waist with his hands and look at you with his lips kiss-swollen and trembling as he watched you moving on top of him with the tiniest of motions.

His breaths were loud and certainly disgruntled as he dug his fingers into your skin, urging you to move things along, but you only grinned at him and relished in seeing him like this. “Be happy I won't tie your wrists and ankles while I'd do Merlin knows what to you,” you whispered slightly hoarsely, remembering the day he had done the same to you.

He chuckled darkly. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” he replied, and in your mind you took his words and committed them to memory for a future adventure as you watched him with a frown, your cheeks burning up even more.

When you focused back on the very present adventure, you brought your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them at first, before you gripped them firmly as you started moving slightly faster on top of him, feeling your walls tightening around him, the friction intensifying with every motion of your hips.

You still only moved a little up and down on him, just enough to hold the feeling of having him prod against your cervix every time you'd slam your hips back down with a force that caused you both to moan loudly. For a moment you admired his patience, even though you could feel his fingers digging into your waist, and when you finally moved faster you told yourself it was for your own need, because frankly you did indeed need so much more than just those teasing prods.

And so you raised your rear and strained your legs as you held onto him, feeling him almost slip out entirely before you went down hard, your walls holding him in place almost possessively until they were stretched more and more. You quickened your pace and rode him with all the fervour that burned within your stomach. Your noises grew louder, as did his grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the vast space.

Despite being finally fucked open by his eagerly throbbing cock, you soon felt your muscles contracting as the first wave of pleasure made its appearance. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned against him and rapidly moved on top of him, the friction igniting a feeling akin to a wildfire spreading through every single nerve, causing your entire body to twitch and shudder.

Your release came to you violently and you cried out as you felt it push out of you, the wet sensation only adding to your desire to keep moving and feeling more of this incredible experience. Feeling more of him. And even though you quite enjoyed being on top, you felt your legs trembling badly and you could barely lift your body as your orgasm kept spasming through you.

He felt your struggles and with a swift motion that you hadn't expected, he picked you up by your waist, pushed you up and himself out of you and then you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you, leaning on his arms and knees, his eyes staring into your soul as he looked down at you.

Your hands first found his face, before they moved down his chest and between your bodies and despite the shaking of your fingers, you managed to grab his soaked length and guide it back into your quivering cunt. He helped the motion by pushing in all the way, filling you up so deliciously you had to close your eyes under the sensation.

Before he started moving again, you felt his lips brushing against your cheek and as you cracked open an eye, you saw him smiling at you, his shallow breaths hitting your damp skin in an almost relaxing and definitely cooling fashion. With him buried within you, your hands moved back to his face and then up into his hair as you pulled him down to you and kissed him demandingly, but lovingly, barely noticing when he started thrusting into you at a slow pace.

As your tongue invaded his mouth to meet his, you felt his hips slamming harder against you, each thrust causing a moan to slip past your joined lips and the couch beneath you to creak dangerously. He kept this up until he had to break the kiss to catch his breath and when he leaned away, he really leaned away and sat back on his knees, his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him while you draped your legs around him.

He held his movements there for a moment and tilted his head as he watched you with his lips parted and his hair even messier than usual. Yet his eyes were as attentive as ever as they wandered over your body laid out in front of him like that, with your hands resting palm up on either side of your head, your chest rising and falling fast and your breasts moving with every shuddering breath you took.

You always looked the most appealing to him when you were barely holding it together, as sweat covered your skin and your limbs seemed boneless and exhausted. He'd seen you like this on countless occasions and it would still take his breath away every single time he was lucky enough to experience this with you. His hands moved up your torso then and gently caressed your curves, his thumbs teasing at the soft mounds of your breasts. “It should be illegal to look this beautiful,” he whispered with a look into your eyes and he saw you smiling at him almost timidly.

Your hands twitched then and he knew you were eager to sit up and grab him and kiss him again, but your body seemed to protest against any kind of movement, so you opted to just smile at him. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you...” you said quietly and licked your lips, your eyes wandering over his strong arms, his broad shoulders, his toned chest and the fine trail of hair leading to where he was currently deeply connected with you.

The feeling of his cock warm and hard between your tight walls, not moving, just resting, felt divine and almost comforting, and you had the sudden urge to hold it in your hands, feel its texture and smell and taste it – and when you realized you could, you opened your eyes wider and a wicked smirk spread over your face. He frowned at the sudden change of demeanour and raised an eyebrow.

“Hand me the box,” you asked him a little breathlessly and chewed on your lips in anticipation. “Please?”

It took him a moment to comprehend your request, before he raised a hand and summoned the desired object to his palm. You quickly grabbed it and freed the magical toy from its silky bed. When the box fell to the stone floor below, you had already cradled his fake cock between your fingers and brought it to your lips. You watched him closely as you began to move your tongue around its tip and you could feel it thrumming against your skin, as if it came back to life through your very touch.

He inhaled sharply then and you still wondered what it must feel like to have two cocks currently being taken care of. He never told you, but he was almost a little too overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your walls tightening around the real deal while you closed your lips around the toy version.

The magic he had used was coursing through his body, igniting all the nerves and muscles and fibres and cells as if his entire body was set on fire. He could feel it tingling on his skin and itching in his fingertips and it took him everything to not dissolve into a puddle right there and then.

To keep him occupied, he grabbed your waist and sat up a little straighter to allow himself to drive his very real cock into your tightness at a better angle, and when he started moving, you moaned against the toy between your lips, his thrusts moving you up and down the couch. While you kept pushing the life-like item in and out of your mouth, he kept pushing the original in and out of your quivering pussy in an alarmingly fast fashion.

To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement, yet you tried to hold the toy between your shaking fingers while your body convulsed and every muscle was contracting. You felt another wave of pleasure approaching fast and as it did, you let out a muffled cry as you almost bit down on the cock in your mouth because your jaw clenched up slightly.

He grunted at the notion and quickly grabbed it out of your hands, before he leaned over, keeping the rapid rhythm of his hips as he claimed your mouth for a heated kiss that you could barely respond to with your mind overcome by a bright light as the tremors of your orgasm swept over your senses.

The cock-toy rested between your breasts, thrumming and throbbing, and when you felt him twitching within you, his groans swallowed by your mouth, you were pushed to even further heights as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warm seed filling you up while it simultaneously spurted right into your face as he leaned back and held the toy in his hand like an extension of the real thing.

He watched his cum hitting your chin and lips and cheeks and the sight alone would have sent him right over the edge again. You kept your eyes closed and waited for him to finish, your lips parted and your tongue slipping out as if to ask for more, and he gave you more as he pushed the item into your mouth, scraping it over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat where he held it as you fought your gag reflex.

Groaning loudly, you felt him shuddering within you as if he was clenching every muscle to give you even more of his seed, and indeed you felt it hot and sticky as it hit your throat and slid down slowly. Your eyelids fluttered and when he would pull the fake cock out of your mouth, you coughed slightly, before you swallowed the rest of what he had given you.

When you looked at him, you saw him staring at you with warm eyes, admiration and awe and love oozing out of him, and while you tried to lick and wipe his cum off your face, you gave him the same look back, feeling the warmth spreading in your stomach, and it wasn't just his seed settling within you.

It didn't matter how often you would indulge in your urges for each other, it would always end in you realizing how lucky you were with him, and vice versa, as your love for him would only grow the more time you would spend connected like this.

And Sebastian stayed connected like this as he eventually collapsed right on top of you, dropping the magic toy between your bodies and the back of the couch as he did so. Burying his still slightly twitching cock deep into you, he pushed you even deeper into the cushions. You wrapped your arms around him then and held him close, your breaths no longer as frantic, as you slowly came down from the heights of your shared experience.

You didn't know how much time passed as you just lay there like this, his heavy body giving you the comfort you so desperately needed after exerting yourself so much today – and you realized it must still be only noon or early afternoon and yet you had already experienced more orgasms in those few hours than most others would not experience in days or weeks, not that you were comparing yourself to anyone, just the thought alone made you chuckle in a mixture of disbelief and adoration for the skilled boy on top of you.

“I love you, you know that?” you eventually put the warm feeling into words as you rubbed your hands over his broad shoulders.

“I've had some idea,” he said gravelly, his voice low and deep as he mumbled his reply into your collarbone. “And I love you too... I might even love you more...”

You laughed at that. “Impossible!” you exclaimed and shifted slightly beneath him. “I love you more, because you know what? I love you,” you said and pushed one of your hands onto his warm skin as your other moved to your hip where you felt something poking against you, “and I love your cock,” you whispered, gently pushing your hips upwards against him, “and I love your other cock as well!” you added and closed our fingers around the item and lifted it up carefully.

As you gave it a soft squeeze, he leaned back slightly and propped onto one arm while he faced you as you brought the toy to your lips to give it a gentle kiss.

“You have more to love, so I love you more. Case closed!” you concluded with a smirk.

His dark eyes wandered over your face, his gaze a little stoic as he took in your features and your words, before a sly smirk broke from his lips, lighting up his entire face. “Actually,” he said and rolled onto his side, and even though you felt him slipping out as he did that and you already missed the feeling of being filled, he distracted you greatly as he put his big hands on your breasts and kneaded them gently. “I think we are even then. Two for two.”

You watched him with your breath hitching in your throat, before you chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replied and leaned his head down to trace the tip of his tongue around your hard nipples, coaxing a series of moans out of you. He halted then and leaned back up, looking at you. “You know, no, you're right, we are not even. I might have two cocks for you to enjoy, but you give me these spectacular tits to taste and your beautiful holes to fill. So, with that logic, I will always love you more because you have way more to love and give.”

You blinked slowly, then rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Can't we just love each other equally?” you asked with a frown as you mindlessly fondled the toy between your fingers.

“Do you love my cocks equally?” he replied instead and watched you with a smirk.

“Of course!” you said quickly. “I mean, hmm. No, I do love the real thing more because it is attached to you, the whole package.” You looked at the item in your hand then. “While it is nice to have this thing with me in my dorm at night, I'd much rather have you lying next to me...”

He gently pried the toy out of your hand and leaned over you, his breath ghosting your lips. “What about having both lie next to you?” he asked hoarsely and softly brushed his lips against yours. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you leaned up and deepened the kiss, quickly losing yourself in the sensations of his warm lips and his eager tongue playing with yours as you completely forgot about his suggestion.

Eventually you felt him shifting slightly against you and when he suddenly grabbed your waist and turned you around until you were lying on your stomach, you gasped and tried to look at him over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I'm curious,” he said and brought his lips down to kiss you between your shoulder blades. “Would you be able to tell which one I'm putting into you?”

You shivered at the implication and bit your lip, accustomed to his constant experiments, yet still a little nervous about them. “Let's find out,” you whispered then and turned your head away, breathing deeply as your heart started hammering inside your chest.

You felt his mouth on your shoulder once more before he leaned away and positioned himself behind you. He pulled your hips up slightly, his knees pressing against your thighs as he worked your legs open. Bracing for the inevitable intrusion, you inhaled sharply, but then you felt his hands on your rear, gently stroking your soft flesh with his thumbs teasing between your cheeks.

Of course he was taking his time until you all but forgot about what he had initially planned, yet you were also not complaining. Having him prepare you so thoroughly was one of the things you loved so much about him. He might be rough at times and certainly unpredictable, but he would never willingly hurt you. Pushing your head firmer into the cushions, you focused on his hands exploring the curves of your body until they moved along your thighs and around them to finally tease at your wet folds.

You felt him pulling them apart with his thumbs before he rubbed the inside of your labia with precise motions, coaxing quiet whimpers out of you as you squirmed slightly against his touch. Then his hands diverted and one moved down to focus on your clit, while the other paid more attention to your entrance. His fingers rubbed and prodded, and all you could do was moan softly. When he would dip a finger into your tight opening, you let out a whimper, feeling your walls clenching around his digit immediately.

He pushed deeper and moved faster while he rubbed your nub almost feverishly. Tremors rushed through your legs and more moans escaped you as the tension within built and built. He added another finger and started stretching your walls as he caressed you from the inside, his knuckles brushing against your folds while he pushed as deep as possible, and you squirmed at the sensation, suddenly remembering how he'd had his entire hand in your pussy once.

The thought alone made you shiver and it weren't all good shivers. You hoped he wouldn't repeat that particular incident, yet in your position, you couldn't really do anything against it. With your heart beating faster and your breaths loud and hot as you buried your face in the cushions of the couch, you felt him opting to add another finger and with three of his long slender digits inside you, you felt already so full, but you knew he wouldn't stop there.

Yet instead of stretching you even more by pushing deep, he pulled his fingers out and hooked them into your clenching hole, holding it open, and the image of him inspecting you so closely let goosebumps ripple over your skin like waves. You couldn't help but squirm against him and when he would let go and let your entrance relax again, you sighed deeply. But the relief didn't last long, because he – and you – then remembered what he had wanted to do all along.

He pushed his cock in – and just from that motion, you had no idea if it was the real deal or not, all you felt was him stretching you, your walls clenching tightly around him as he slipped in almost all the way, before he pulled back and repeated the same movement over and over again until your walls had slightly adjusted to the intrusion. Yet the friction also caused your head to become completely empty and so you really couldn't care less about how he was fucking you right now.

Yet him being the scholar that he was, he had to know. So you felt him folding his body over yours while almost pulling out of you, making it extra hard to distinguish between the detached toy and its original. “And? What do you think? Which one is it?” he asked quietly, his voice right in your ear, making it even more difficult to form any coherent thought.

You let out a whimper and turned your head only a little to catch his face out of the corner of your eye. “I... I don't know...” you breathed barely audible.

“Try pushing it out,” he told you and it took you a moment to follow his words before you deliberately clenched your walls around whatever was pushed halfway into your tight channel. Yet you couldn't tell if you couldn't move it because it was attached to a strong body that made it impossible to push out or if you were just too weak to move anything on your own.

“I... can't,” you whispered. “I don't think I can...”

“So you're saying it's my cock, the real one?”

“I don't know...” you replied, working your muscles again, but nothing happened. “I really can't tell...”

When he then suddenly sank his entire length into you, prodding your cervix with an eerie precision that made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you could certainly tell that it was the real deal as you felt his balls pushing against your folds. While you moaned and whimpered as he kept repeating that motion again and again, you felt his lips on your cheek, before he leaned back and grabbed your hips, picking up the pace yet another notch as he slammed his pelvis against your arse relentlessly.

You melted into the cushions and forgot about everything as soon as another orgasm crashed over you, rendering your body boneless and your mind empty, as your walls tightened around him, squeezing and pumping him while he kept driving himself in and out in a remarkably steady rhythm until you heard his groan echoing through the Undercroft.

Yet when you expected him to give you that final thrust right before he would empty himself within you like he usually did, a motion that would always add to your own pleasure, he suddenly pulled out, only to push back in again, yet this time you were sure he had put the toy inside you as he pushed it deeper than his cock would normally reach, even if it was just an inch or two.

You felt the object prodding right against your cervix and definitely beyond, causing your knees to shake violently beneath you as you arched your back and cried out in nothing but bliss (with a bit of pain) as he shot his load right into your womb, the warmth spreading further than usual as you moaned and writhed against the sensation.

But what you thought was the pinnacle of pleasure, was nothing compared to what followed while you were still blinded by your combined releases. Because suddenly the pressure was back and you felt a sharp pain as he stretched your entrance first with his fingers, then by forcing his cock past it and right next to the toy wedged deep inside you. You'd had the pleasure of experiencing both at once before and despite the haze clouding your mind, you remembered the pain and soreness that had come during and afterwards.

Squirming violently against him, whining and wailing quietly, you tried to keep him from moving by clawing at his leg, but he only put a hand on your lower back and rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and somehow it relaxed you enough to just let it happen. But it didn't ease the pressure you felt when he would slip into your tight channel and the toy would push against your walls painfully as he stretched you more than you were comfortable with.

Whimpering soundlessly as tears started pouring out from behind your lashes, you succumbed to the sensation and only when he moved his finger to rub tight circles around your clit and then started moving within you, did you start to adjust to having two cocks inside you. They filled you up so much, rubbing against each other and your walls, both of them scraping over your pleasure points and against your cervix and all of it quickly overwhelmed you enough to forget about the pain the double penetration brought along.

You felt your muscles contracting and as you dug your fingers into the lumpy couch, holding on for dear life, you experienced the constant up and down of your orgasm with every cautious thrust of his hips. It started with pain that jolted through you like lightning, only to explode in pleasure as a blinding light engulfed you. And it built and built and quickly took over your body and soul.

And you moaned and whined and squirmed and writhed while he drove his length in and out with the toy lodged in place as it was pushed forwards with every slam of his pelvis against your soft rear, always hitting the same spots that made your head spin more and more.

You almost felt your consciousness slipping at one point as you became too exhausted to even utter a single sound any more, but then his hands were on your hips, snaking around your chest, closing around your breasts until you were pulled into an upwards position.

The new angle sent a barrage of stinging pain through you as it seemed to move things around inside you that should not be moved that way and you surprised yourself when a long, agonized scream broke from your trembling lips, echoing eerily through the Undercroft.

And suddenly the pressure was gone as he put you back down and pulled out immediately. You were still too shaken to do anything, but you could feel him prying the toy out of you as well, before he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his voice whispering soothing nothings into your ear.

“I'm sorry,” was the first thing that registered in your clouded mind and you didn't quite know why he would say that, you were too numb to feel anything at this point.

He gently rolled you around, then pressed you against his chest as he lay down beside you, his strong arms holding you tightly, but carefully. You gingerly raised a hand and moved your fingertips over his skin, then heard him issuing a relieved sigh, before you felt his lips on your damp forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered and with your face so close to his throat, you felt him swallowing hard.

You inhaled deeply and slowly your body came back to you. Your walls were clenching around nothing now, probably still a little too stretched to go back to normal just yet, but the pain was bearable without the pressure of the unusual intrusions. “I'm fine,” you whispered hoarsely and pressed your lips against his neck to underline your words.

He leaned you back a little to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and still very much concerned. “I'm sorry I hurt you...”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand up to cup his cheek. “It's okay --”

“No, I... I keep pushing you past your comfort zone and I really shouldn't be doing that...” he said quietly and you saw him clenching his jaw as he lowered his eyes.

“Sebastian,” you whispered and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, you gave him an exhausted but genuine smile. “It is okay, really. I'll be fine, you know I can handle much worse...”

“But you shouldn't,” he insisted, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “I shouldn't treat you like this, I should love you and cherish you and do all the things you want to do instead of these stupid experiments...”

You snaked your other hand up and grabbed his face firmly. “But you do,” you whispered. “You are doing all the things I want to do --”

“So you wanted to scream in agony just now?” he said darkly, working his jaw with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, that came unexpected, but yes, generally, I want to do what you want to do! I want to spend every single minute of the day with you and I want to experience all these things with you and only you and I don't want to be anywhere but by your side! And I love the fact that you are so eager to learn new things and try them out with me, really, I do,” you said with a somewhat firm voice despite the shaking that had settled in your limbs.

He listened to you intently, the shadow slowly pushed aside to be replaced by a softer expression. You kept caressing his warm cheeks and when you were done, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his.

“And if I may remind you,” you whispered against his mouth, holding his gaze. “I love you, unconditionally, with every fibre of my being. I am yours, Sebastian,” you concluded and you noticed his eyes widening a little when you said that. “All of me and I want you to use all of me,” you added and felt your cheeks blushing. “However you see fit...”

He raised his eyebrow at that, his lips parting slightly, but he didn't say anything yet. His eyes wandered over your face as if he was committing every detail to memory. “Are you done monologuing?” he then asked and a smirk broke from his mouth.

You scoffed in playful indignation and pushed your fingertips against his jaw as you let go of his face. He chuckled, then moved in to plant his lips against your cheek.

“Sorry, I love your monologues,” he whispered and kept kissing your jaw all the way down your neck. “I love every single word that comes past those beautiful lips... and I am honoured that you are mine, you have absolutely no idea. You are my... most prized possession... and you make me the happiest human being on this planet by allowing me to... use you...”

He accentuated his last words by gently grazing his teeth over your pulse before he actually sank them into your skin, coaxing a soft whimper out of you as he marked you. You felt his tongue lapping at the bruise and then his lips as he kissed the spot gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered and you cuddled against him as he leaned back to look at you. His hand moved up to push a strand of hair out of your forehead as he watched you quietly.

What could have been a tender, peaceful moment was slightly disrupted by the unpredictability that you apparently loved so much about him. A smirk crept onto the corner of his lips and with a swift motion of his arm, he had produced the magic toy that you also loved so dearly you would even accept it to hurt you. You inhaled deeply as he held it in front of his face as if to examine it and you saw it throbbing and glistening.

“You know, I wonder if it had hurt less if I had put this up your pretty little bum,” he then said and his words, as lewd and unexpected as ever, caused you to shiver deeply.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed with a noise that could have been a laugh or a very startled cough.

He grinned at you. “That's one thing we never tried,” he said and lowered the toy to look at you. “What do you think?”

You took a shuddering breath and bit your lip. “Not today...” you whispered, your body already protesting just from thinking about whatever he might have planned to make that idea a reality.

“But you would try it?” he asked, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Really?”

“I would go against my own words if I would deny you this now, wouldn't I?” you said quietly.

He looked a bit more serious then. “You know you are still entitled to say no, right? I do not want to force you to do anything!”

“I know,” you whispered and leaned up to first press your lips to the toy he was still holding, then past it to give him a soft peck on the cheek. “But I meant what I said. I want to experience these things with you... and I know that if I don't like it, you will not push me further. I trust you.”

He dropped the toy then to grab your face with both of his hands, eagerly pushing his lips to yours for a quick but heated kiss. “You are perfect, you know that?”

“I've had some idea,” you replied with a smirk and claimed his mouth for another kiss while your hand searched around blindly until you could feel your fingers brushing against your precious toy.

Grabbing it firmly you noticed him flinching against your lips before he leaned back and watched you curiously, clearly wondering what was going on in that pretty head of yours. Your words, however, surprised him massively.

“You know, I think I cheated you out of an orgasm just now...” you whispered, starting to move your thumb over the tip of the toy.

He frowned at that, eager to remind you that it had been his own fault for pushing you too far, but you seemed too determined to accept that as you kept fondling his fake cock between your fingers. “You really want to go again, after... what I just did to you?” he asked quietly, watching you closely.

You tilted your head slightly, leaning against him as your eyes wandered over his face. “Yes,” you said firmly. “Make me feel good again, Sebastian.”

He clenched his jaw then and his mind was racing. Of course he wouldn't say no to such an offer and he immediately went through his catalogue of potential ways of coaxing all these different noises out of you, but then he thought back to your scream and your words and this whole encounter.

So when he eventually decided on what to do, you were too surprised to say anything. You watched him untangle his limbs from around you and get up from the couch, before he would grab his wand and walk a few feet towards the other corner of the Undercroft, and then you saw him conjuring a large bathtub, with steaming water and foam and soap bubbles filling the air around it.

Once he was done setting it up, he returned to the couch and swiftly picked you up, cradling you in his arms as you cradled your toy in your hands, and brought you to the bath where he would set you down gently until half of your body was submerged in the warm water that was surprisingly soothing on your slightly aching muscles.

Inhaling deeply, you leaned back and let the water flow around you as you watched him with a soft smile playing around your lips. “Aren't you coming in?” you then asked, and when you would playfully dunk the toy in the warm water he'd flinch and give you a deep chuckle.

“I'm already right there,” he said with a nod towards the magic item as he knelt down beside the tub, leaning his folded arms on the edge.

You looked up with a frown. “It's not the same...”

“Trust me, I really shouldn't be in there,” he told you, despite feeling the urge to do just that grow stronger by the second.

“Why not?” you asked rather innocently.

His eyes were on you. “Because I just couldn't control myself...” he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze wandered over your naked form and how the water splashed softly around your curves and glistened on your skin. “I want you to feel good again... and not be ravished into oblivion or worse...”

You opened your mouth at that, your eyes boring into his before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” you then whispered and he just issued a loud exhale through his nose, while smirking at you darkly.

He was about to find more reasons against your request, but then you bent your knees and let your legs fall over either side of the tub, leaving your centre exposed and open, and as he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering right to your perfect pussy, he saw it before he felt it as you pushed the enchanted toy against your entrance and with only a little flinch, shoved it all the way into your tight little space.

He groaned quietly and gripped the edge of the tub with shaking fingers, feeling your walls tighten around his detached length deliciously. You kept chewing on your lip as you started moving it in and out slowly, your hips stuttering under the sensation. He watched you quietly, feeling his real cock spring back to life slowly with every snap of your wrist against your folds. Swallowing hard, he stood up slowly and noticed your eyes following his every move.

He gave you one last glance, asking if this was really what you wanted, and you understood immediately and nodded. With a deep sigh, he then clambered into the tub with you, sitting opposite you as he snaked his long legs under yours and put his feet on either side of your hips. You watched him with your eyebrows furrowed, your face flushed and your gaze a little confused.

“Just keep doing what you're doing, love,” he told you with a smile. “I'm right here.”

This wasn't what you had expected but it was better than nothing, because now you could watch him as he closed his hand around his cock and started pumping it at the same pace as you pushed the toy in and out of your tight channel. With your breaths quickening, you eventually felt your hand cramping as you kept a firm grip on the base of the item but the water made it quite slippery to hold.

He saw your struggles and with a swift motion, he moved closer, his bent knees brushing against your legs, before he gently grabbed your wrist with his free hand to assist you, only to completely take over and move the fake cock by himself as you lowered your hands and simply watched him in awe, moaning quietly under his ministrations.

With his real cock in one hand and the toy in the other, he quickly felt overwhelmed once more and it only got worse when he suddenly felt your nimble fingers moving over the inside of his thighs as you were determined to assist him now. He let it happen and focused on bringing you pleasure while he let you close your fingers around his hardening arousal.

With the water splashing around you, you kept squeezing and pumping him while he pushed the enchanted object faster in and out of your quivering cunt and you both started moaning and groaning quickly as pleasure built within your bodies.

You watched him intently, noticing every little twitch in his face as he was consumed by the sensations, and once you met his dark eyes, breathing heavily, you had the urge to lean in, and when he did the same only seconds later, your mouths collided with a smack as you kissed him passionately. He scooted slightly closer and deepened the kiss with his tongue frantically circling yours as you both worked against the other faster and harder.

Your moans were swallowed by his eager mouth and his groans vibrated on your tongue as you quickly lost yourself in the feeling of his captivating lips and confident prods and pushes. You barely registered the twitching of your thighs and the shuddering of your body, but you felt his movements, the throbbing of his cock in your hands, the jerk that made his hips buck against your touch, and then, as he grunted against your lips, you felt him spasming and his seed pushed out of him and disappeared into the water.

You kept kissing him even though he had halted his movements against you for a moment, trying to catch his breath despite having his mouth still claimed by your eager lips, and once he regained his composure, you felt him gripping the toy with nimble fingers before he worked it even more vigorously against you, determined to push you over the edge next.

Now it was your turn to moan into his mouth as the tension in your stomach exploded into a million little lights that blinded you for a long moment before you thrashed your head back and threw your arms up as you collapsed against the back of the tub, your heart thundering inside your chest as the water splashed around you. He kept pushing the toy in and out through the tremors of your body, causing your hips to stutter and your thighs to twitch and your toes to curl up painfully.

You were too boneless and your mind too fuzzy to register that he eventually pulled the toy out and moved closer until he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest first against him. Then he leaned back and stretched his body the length of the tub, your motionless form resting on top of him.

“Do you feel better?” you heard him whisper softly, his voice vibrating through you in a calming fashion.

With your eyes closed, you somehow managed to shift against him, your arms snaking around his torso, your cheek pressed to his chest, your ear right over where his heart was beating fast and hard. “Yes...” you breathed against him, still feeling that captivating heat tingling between your legs.

With how you lay on top of him, you realized your rear was practically floating on the warm water, your cheeks exposed to the colder air around you, but it was the most soothing feeling you'd ever felt, especially after having worked your pussy so relentlessly today. Surely it didn't come close to that day he had pushed your body to its limits for what had felt like hours, but it had still been quite the workout.

No matter how much you loved it, having two of your favourite things to play with definitely seemed to take its toll on you.

You felt his hands moving over your back, his fingertips grazing your skin as they worked their way to your round cheeks. Coaxing a whispered gasp out of you, he grabbed your arse and started massaging it with eager fingers. You inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself at the feeling, and leaned against him, tightening your arms around him.

While you relaxed more and more, the warm water moving lazily against your bodies, his body heat so comforting and his touch almost mesmerizing, the fog inside your head lifted slowly – and frankly, you didn't think that was a good thing. And even though you didn't want to ruin the soft moment you two shared, you felt the need to voice your concerns.

“We probably missed a lot of classes, huh?” you mumbled into his chest, your cheek squished against him, and felt him shaking as he gave you a deep chuckle.

“That's what you're worried about?” he asked quietly.

“I wish I could spend all my days with you like this,” you replied and pressed your lips against his warm skin. “But we are still in school... and with the exams approaching...”

“Oh love, shush!” he grumbled and pinched your bum playfully, making you squeak and flinch slightly. “We'll catch up, don't worry. You picked a good day to be extra horny, it was only History of Magic we missed...”

“Oh, well, then...” you muttered under your breath as you moved your hands along his back and suddenly felt something brush against your knuckles. You felt him stiffening slightly as you closed your hand around the toy that had been unceremoniously discarded after it had brought about your current state.

Shifting against him but not moving away from his hands still working on your arse cheeks, you managed to bring his fake cock to lie beside you on his chest and when you tilted your head up, you noticed him watching you curiously, his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing around his lips. “What are you up to now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Nothing,” you said in earnest and smiled at him, while you cradled the toy in your hand and held it carefully to your chest as if it were indeed a beloved pet in need of some cuddles.

“You know, I would be really jealous if that wasn't my cock...” he told you with a frown and a crooked smile and you could hear the sincerity behind his words. You were about to reassure him that nothing could replace the real deal, when a mischievous twinkle settled in his dark eyes. “I was thinking...” he started and tilted his head, the tip of his tongue moving along his bottom lip.

Your turn to frown as you leaned up slightly to better look at him. “Yes?”

“As much as I love it when you use that thing to satisfy your needs, I think it's a little unfair,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through his and your body.

“Unfair? What do you mean?”

“Well, you can use it whenever you want and I have to comply, not that I am complaining, really, but what if I wanted to satisfy my needs? Play around with something of yours?” The smile he gave you was almost sinister and as he asked his last question, he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your arse.

You squirmed slightly and felt your mouth fall open. “Like what?”

“Hmm, a replica of your beautiful bum?” he said quietly and let go of it only to smack his hands on your cheeks, causing your body to sway against him and the water to splash around you.

The shriek you issued was muffled as you pressed your mouth to his chest. “Or perhaps... a mould of your other mounds...” he went on and his hands found your waist before he swiftly spun you around and you could barely hold onto the toy as he snaked his arms under yours and grabbed your breasts, pushing your back against his chest while he started fondling them eagerly.

“These would make for great pillows,” he explained with a chuckle, while you were hardly able to react to either his suggestion nor his touches. “Would you like that?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear now as he pulled you up a little, your nipples hardening quickly under the ministrations of his fingers. “Doesn't this feel nice?”

“Yes...” you breathed with your mind clouding up all over again.

“Just imagine it,” he continued and you weren't sure if it was his fingers rolling your nipples between them or his soft voice vibrating through you that caused the heat to rush back between your legs. “You are in bed at night, missing me dearly, and while you play with my cock, I can fondle your tits and show you how much I miss you too...”

You closed your eyes and felt them rolling back as the first moan escaped you. “Yes...” you said again, unable to form any coherent thought under the image and the very real touches. “Sounds... mhmm...”

“Good?” he asked with a chuckle and continued kneading your breasts. You nodded and started rubbing your backside against his front, the toy in your hand being squeezed unconsciously. Of course he felt your tight grip and when he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear, you shuddered deeply. “Put it in,” he told you and his words alone coaxed another moan out of you.

With nimble fingers you obeyed and brought the magically enhanced cock near your entrance once more. You were still or already worked up enough to allow it to dip in without any struggle and when you felt it slipping deeper, stretching you and filling you up and gliding right where it belonged, you moaned and whimpered, licking your lips as he simultaneously groped and massaged your tender tits.

Instead of moving it in and out, you put it in all the way and kept your hand in place, you even clenched your thighs together, rubbing your rear against the real deal behind you in the process. And soon enough it worked its magic and started thrumming and vibrating inside you, making you squirm and moan and the water around you to splash about loudly, most of it now on the stone floor of the Undercroft.

Sebastian held you in place, his hands palming your breasts as you thrashed your head back into his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted and trembling, more and more noises falling from them. He kept grinding his front against your rear and you felt his real cock hardening between your cheeks.

“Now imagine having my cock in your tight little arse,” he whispered and his lewd words only intensified your experience as he pushed against you at the same time. “Both of my cocks filling you up and moving within and giving you all these... feelings...” His voice was low and he seemed to struggle to utter them as well as you both kept moving against each other, your entire body on fire as he stimulated all your senses.

The toy vibrated inside you more and more, shuddering against your walls with a force you hadn't experienced before, your hand cramping against your folds as you did your best to keep it in. Your stomach tensed up badly, your moans and whimpers louder and quicker, and you felt so light-headed and overstimulated as he continued to pinch your nipples and rub against your rear and whisper dirty words into your ear.

It was when he groaned behind you that your orgasm crashed over you with such a power you were sure your soul had left your body for a moment as you were engulfed by the brightest light yet, the worst and best tremors ever as your limbs twitched and shuddered, and in your frenzy you jerked your hips upwards, your hand slipped and amidst your overwhelming release you barely felt the magic toy slipping out of you.

It all went so fast, you were still floating on your high when you heard him issuing a pained grunt and his movements against you halted. “Fuck...” he cursed loudly and inhaled sharply.

You took a deep breath, your body was barely responding, but in your mind you registered his discomfort and slowly turned your head to him. “What's... wrong?” you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaking and barely audible.

“I once again...” he grunted and gave you a strained chuckle, “underestimated the power of your pussy...”

You frowned and when the haze slowly lifted and you came back to yourself, you shifted against him to fully look at him. “What do you mean?”

Instead of telling you, he raised one hand from your chest and pointed ahead. You followed his outstretched finger and took a look into the dimly lit, vast space of the Undercroft with its stout pillars and damp walls and cold stone floor. Not to mention the array of discarded crates and barrels and old furniture littered about, and suddenly you saw it, quite a distance away from the bathtub. Covered in dust and cobwebs. The magic toy, writhing slightly on the floor.

“What... no!” you exclaimed and already sat up, ready to retrieve it, rescue it, but he held you back by grabbing your waist. “Did I do that?” you asked breathlessly.

He chuckled softly and moved one hand between your legs, his fingers dipping into your still throbbing wetness, your clenching walls completely unaware of the force with which they had pushed out the intruder. “Indeed you did...”

“I'm sorry!” you told him and turned your head to him. “I didn't mean to...”

“I know, don't worry,” he replied and pressed his lips against your temple. “My own fault for pushing all your buttons at once, eh?”

You blushed deeply and gave him a shy smile that made him lean in and claim your mouth for a deep kiss. You raised your hand and held his face. “Did it hurt?” you whispered against his lips, your eyes full of concern as you watched him. “Does it hurt?”

“It's fine,” he whispered back. “You might have to check for bruises though,” he added with a smirk.

He might not have expected it, but you moved immediately, squirming out of his hold to kneel between his legs, the water splashing about some more until there was barely any left. You bit your lip as you put your hands gingerly around his real cock, carefully examining it with your fingers sliding over his heated skin, along the bulging veins and the agitated tip. You felt him flinching under your ministrations, causing you to look up in alarm.

“What is it?” you asked, very concerned about his well-being.

He inhaled deeply and smiled at you. “Give it a lick and find out,” he told you with a wink, leaning his arms on the edge of the tub as he watched you with a gaze full of dark amusement, and after your initial disbelief and a slight rolling of your eyes, you did as he had said and lowered your head towards his tip. You had barely closed your lips around it and extended your tongue as he started twitching against you.

Gasping in surprise, you felt the thick ropes of cum spurting into your mouth, hot and heavy on your tongue, filling you up so much that you had to lean back and let him continue to come on your chin and neck and chest. While you swallowed his seed with heavy gulps, you kept watching him shoot his load all over the front of your body. And you let him, even though you usually didn't like finding clumps of dried cum between your breasts hours later.

But you felt as if you owed him this after making his magic toy fly through the Undercroft like that. That poor thing... But apparently he didn't seem to have taken any damage, it all seemed to work just fine, maybe even a little too much.

Once he was done and spent and empty, or so you hoped, you looked up at him, moving your tongue around your soiled mouth. His eyes were even darker as he stared at you, taking in this rather unfamiliar sight of you covered in his cum. You saw him inhaling deeply and then he moved in and cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours. You whimpered against his lips, but kissed him back quickly, overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of emotion.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he grunted against you before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you until you felt boneless and light-headed all over again. Putty in his hands, you barely registered how he leaned away and gathered you in his arms, definitely not minding his seed rubbing all over him as he pulled you against his chest.

While you took deep breaths to regain your composure, you noticed him lifting a hand and with a flick of his finger the water level in the tub rose up until its warmth engulfed you both almost completely, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the evidence of his last eruption. As you relaxed against him, your thoughts went back to the dirty toy lying on the floor, unloved and forgotten.

“Do you think it'll be alright?” you whispered against him, really dreading the thought of having damaged your favourite toy.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Don't worry, I'll make you a new one... if you allow me to make a mould of your breasts.”

You groaned in fake displeasure, but then moved said breasts against him and smiled to yourself at the prospect of having him fondle them remotely. “Fine, if you insist...”

End notes: I honestly cannot for the life of me write shorter smut, I am so sorry! This got even longer than I had anticipated. And I could have gone on and on, but I had to end it somewhere, so I hope you don't mind this rather abrupt ending.

By the way, the idea for making a mold of her breasts and the general idea of making him have something to use "against" her came from @msiecrane and @amberlide - thank you both so much for your input! :D

So with that in mind, this will certainly get even more parts one day, the possibilities are endless! Pranks? Anal? Him tied to the bed? These are all things that will happen! (They are already happening in my head...)

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#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow reader insert #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy reader insert #reader insert #smut

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒔

summary - morgan gets hurt while at a family/friend gathering, causing all the women's instincts to kick in except yours. which doesn't end well for your relationship with a man from the 40s

warning - angst, swearing, no happy ending.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You didn’t know how it had all gone wrong. One minute, you were chatting with the girls, having a good time as you discussed life so far, and the next, one of the kids had fallen and hurt themselves, causing all of the women except you to go running. You didn’t think it would be a problem, and the child had many women coming to its aid. What was wrong with you staying seated? It wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t like you were entitled to go and help it. Your instincts usually kicked in when you were on the battlefield, and a child was in danger, but you weren’t. You were surrounded by friends and family, knowing the child wasn’t in life-threatening danger.

But apparently, your partner Steve had seen a massive problem with it. He was fuming because he thought that you should’ve gone over. He had thought that you cared for children and would have instincts. Steve couldn’t believe he was with someone who didn’t care, someone who he had thought of starting a family with. He couldn’t be with you if you didn’t even care for someone else's child. What would you be like with your own? Would he be the one who would have to care for and protect it? Steve felt like he had been blinded this whole time and was glad he finally saw the truth.

The car ride home was awkward. You didn’t know what had set Steve off, but he wouldn’t look or talk to you. “Steve? What’s wrong?” He grunts, his knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, clenching his jaw harder as he refuses to answer. You gnaw on your bottom lip, shifting awkwardly in the seat, your heart pounding as you wonder if you did something wrong. When the two of you finally arrive at your house, Steve turns the car off and gets out quickly, slamming the door as he heads inside. You slowly get out to follow him, cautiously entering the house and heading toward the bedroom, where you notice him packing. “What, Steve? What are you doing?”

He doesn’t stop as he continues to pack. “I’m leaving.” You look at him confused, tilting your head as you begin to feel your heartbreak. You wonder why he’s leaving because you know there are no missions.

“What? What do you mean you're leaving?” Your brows furrow, growing annoyed at his lack of response. “Steve. What the fuck do you mean you’re leaving?!” You step closer, placing your hand on his, stopping him from packing for a second. You stare at his blue eyes that stare back with a hardened gaze, glaring at you and recoiling from your touch.

“I don’t think we’re right for each other. We want different things.” He growls out, pushing your hand off his and continuing to pack, ignoring how your breath hitches and the tears forming, not finding it in himself to care for you right now. “I can’t be with someone like you.”

You scoff. “What do you mean someone like me, Steve? We both want the same fucking thing? What the fuck changed?” You growl, now growing angry at his lame excuse. You push against him, punching his chest as he faces you. “Answer me! What the fuck changed?!” Tears now flow down your face, mixed with sadness and anger.

“You want to know what changed?! You didn’t even fucking move when Morgan hurt herself?! Everyone else fucking rushed over, and you sat there with no fucking care! I want to have a fucking family, but not with you. If you can’t care for a child that’s not even yours, that says a lot about you being a mother.” He growls, getting into your face, his finger poking your chest as you back into a wall. Steve leans forward, getting closer as he whispers harshly. “I’m sure I can find someone else who would fill the role perfectly. You aren’t needed for me to get what I want.”

You stare into his emotionless eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat as you nod. “Okay…” Your hands land on his chest as you push him away from you. “You do that. You go and throw away the many years of our relationship over something like this. Have fun finding someone who will put up with your shit like I did. You aren’t as fucking perfect as you like to think, Steve.” You growl, stepping away from him and walking out the door. You head over to the cabinet and grab a glass before grabbing your finest whiskey and filling it to the top. You ignore Steve as he watches you from the doorway, his bag on his shoulder as you skull the drink. Your eyes watch as the man you love walks away from you and out of your life. “Pathetic.” You shake your head, slamming the glass into the sink, ignoring how it shattered, and head over to the couch. You’d deal with it all in the morning. Right now, you just want to go to sleep.

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blackswan446 · 1 month

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Can i request for yan! fae jk who lured the mc towards the fae realm and decided to have kids with her but yeah no smut but just the mc (reader) trying to escape from time to time until she birthed twins

sealed fate.

→ pairing: yan!fae!jjk x reader

→ wc: 2895

→ cws: mc gets knocked out, kidnapping, implied non-con/forced pregnancy

→ notes: ahh another ask! i hope you like it and thank u for requesting :)

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the rain poured down, hitting your hooded head almost painfully. the trees did little to protect you, barely stopping the rain from soaking through the thin fabric of your jacket. it was cold and dark, and no doubt dangerous, but even this was better than staying inside your house for a second longer. anything was better.

the cool raindrops soothed your hot and tear-stained face, and the wind provided some relief from the sweat that had managed to build up on your neck and forehead. though it was odd, you felt a strange sense of comfort when you entered the woods, even during a storm such as this one. this storm was no match for the hurricane that tore through your home, leaving shattered plates and a broken family in its path.

ever since you were a little girl, you felt an odd connection with the woods. you found solace in the trees, with their twisted roots and vibrant leaves, you felt most at home when you were amongst the serenity of the forest. whenever reality became too much for you to handle, you would go and just sit in the woods, and inhale the sweet, woody air of it. you envisioned yourself living here, in a cute little hut, where you drank plant teas and grew flowers and ate delicious soups by a roaring fire.

if you were being honest, the only reason you hadn't ran away to live out your dreams was because of your little sister. she was a tiny thing, only three years old, and you knew that if you left your house, then she would have the weight of your parents constantly fighting on her little shoulders. she would have to face the constant screaming, the blaming, the pain, all by herself. she didn't deserve that, and at her young age, it was likely that she wouldn't live long enough to be able to adapt. she couldn't protect herself from the harm that came to you, and one day, it was bound to be the end of her if you weren't there to protect her.

sure, you could take her with you, but it wasn't that easy. securing a job, a place to live, and staying in school would be impossible with a child to take care of. besides, the world was a dangerous and unforgiving place, and a young girl and her even younger sister would get eaten up by debt and injustice before they could even get their foot in the door. so you were stuck, and as soon as your father stormed out of the house, you knew he wasn't bound to return for days, so you took off for your safe space, just for the evening.

through your vision, obstructed and blurry from tears and rainwater, something caught your eye. it was a flower, a tall, purple flower. it was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you would probably would have never seen it if the moonlight didn't hit the petals so perfectly. spikey, purple leaves sat in a bunch on the ground. these leaves surrounded the long stem, which had more pointy flowers blooming from it. aside from its unique appearance, there was something different about this flower. perhaps it was because of the alluring colors and remarkable shape, but something about it had you spellbound.

your body acted before your mind, and you felt your legs moving across the muddy ground towards the bewitching blossom, before you could think it through. of course it was beautiful, but there was another side of this. beauty was only skin deep. the flower could be poisonous, even just to the touch. another animal could have its watching eye on it, captivated by its moonlit glow, and might not take kindly to someone approaching it. but nothing was stopping you, nothing was going to stand in the way of it.

as you drew closer to it, you could see the raindrops roll off the velvety petals of the flowers, almost taking the violaceous fluorescence with it into the dirt. kneeling down to get a better look at the enigmatic flora that illuminated the black forest. just as you reached out to take the stem between your fingers, you heard the sound of mushy footsteps behind you. before you could do anything, a powerful force met the back of your head, and the violet radiance in front of you blurred before disappearing completely.

stirring from your state of unconsciousness, you immediately noticed how warm you were. the last thing you remember is being out in the frigid, pouring rain, and stumbling upon an mysterious yet enchanting flower, before everything went dark. as the remnants of oblivion started to wear off, the reality of your situation set in. panic struck in your chest as you sat up hurriedly, kicking off the knit green blanket that laid over your lap.

looking around, the place you were in enticed you almost as much as the flower from earlier had. it looked to be someone's home, and oddly enough, it resembled the same home that you had fantasized about spending your days in, and you couldn't help but feel weirdly comfortable in the unfamiliar place. it was tiny, but you didn't feel physically trapped inside. you were laid down on a small couch, adorned with wooden trim and a floral fabric, with two matching chairs on either side. on the other side of the room, opposite you, was a stone fireplace, which had a fire aflame inside, eating away at logs of wood. various little knick-knacks and clutter collected on the walls, the shelves, and the tiny coffee table, like books, and pictures, and even more plants.

looking at the light that flowed through the thin, white curtains, you could tell it was early morning, when the dew drops gathered on the blades of grass and the birds began to sing their songs. as you went to stand up from the couch, you heard some various shuffling and clinking noises come from another room, and you sank back down into the soft cushions. almost as if you were hiding from whoever or whatever had brought you here. you felt your heartbeat pick up as the sound of footsteps on creaky wood drew closer to you.

"is that you, my flower?"

whipping your head around, you scanned the once-empty room to find the source of the sweet voice. you found it, or rather, you found him. he was tall, much taller than you, and strong, too. his hair was sleek and black, and suited him well. the clothes he wore looked, well..worn. but not in a bad, falling apart way. in fact, they looked like they were high quality and comfortable. a brown leather vest, a soft, white shirt, and loose pants that matched the brown of the leather, hung from his rugged form nicely. he was handsome, his facial features were well proportioned and elegant. he smiled softly at you, and walked over, setting down the two mugs in his hand before sitting next to you.

"here," he said, reaching out an open hand and revealing a strange, vibrantly pink berry, "for your head. i know it hurts." you looked at him, confused, but took the berry from him anyways, fiddling around with it in your hand. "who are you?" you asked, the question coming out quiet and curious. he laughed shortly, shaking his head.

"you're asking me that in my own house?! you're a funny one, angel, i knew i'd like you." he chuckled. you furrowed your eyebrows at him, the questions in your mind growing stronger and louder as you got further away from an answer. "no, i'm serious! who are you, why am i here, what's going on here?!" you demanded, heart pumping frantically as he looked at you, amused.

"first off, my name is jungkook. i would ask your name, but i already know it, and you'll be changing it soon anyways, so i won't bother. besides, i think i'll stick to calling you angel, if that's alright. second-"

"wait, wait." you interjected. "why would i have to change my name? why am i here?!" you repeated, scoffing at the ridiculous words leaving his mouth. "i was getting to that, but then you interrupted me. and if that attitude keeps up, then you are in. for. it. got that, my angel?" he asked, facial expression not matching the sweetness in his voice. you nodded slowly, biting back from asking again what was going on here.

"good girl. now. the reason you're here," he paused, shifting himself to face you, your legs criss-crossed and back against the couch arm, "is because we're getting married, and we're going to start a family. it's that simple. and the reason you-"

"-what?! why the hell would we do that?! i mean-"

without saying a word, jungkook placed his hand on your knee, tightening his grip until you stopped talking. "you didn't already forget what i said, did you, flower?" he asked innocently, looking you in your eyes and smiling again, as if he was asking a simple question. "and the reason you would have to change your name is because it's a human name. human names are much too different than the names we use here. don't worry about it, though, i have plenty of name books if you need help." he finished, taking his hand away from your knee as you sat there, dumbfounded. first, you were trapped in this shed of a house. then you found out this stranger was all of a sudden, just going to marry you and have kids with you. and now, that stranger was suggesting that he wasn't even a human?!

you took a deep breath and blinked slowly. "what do you mean 'a human name'? are you..not..a human?" you asked slowly, nervous to trigger another one of his scoldings. he shook his head. "that's what they all say when they find out. i got lucky, though, it's not all of us that look this good." he answered cockily. "so, what are you then?" you inquired, speaking slowly once again. he sighed thoughtfully, looking around the room as if he would find the answer written on the lines in the green wallpaper.

"to put it shortly, i'm a fae. humans call us fairies, or pixies, and they compare us to tinkerbell. but i have a book that would explain it much better than i ever could. besides, there are more important things we need to do right now." he hinted, raising his eyebrows cheekily. a sick feeling arose in your stomach as you shook your head frantically.

"please, no. i'm too young to have children. i can't stay here. i need to go home, i need to be there." you beseeched, voice going low and desperate. jungkook shook his head. "you don't, though, is the thing. listen to me, [name]. i didn't just grab you randomly from the forest last night. i've been seeing you for years now, i've studied you, i know everything about you. i know why you come here, i know why you're so eager to get out, and i know that you don't really want to leave. don't lie to me, angel. if it weren't for that little, helpless sister of yours back home, you wouldn't be trying so hard to change what was obviously meant to be." he snarked, his voice firm and confident.

"if you know me so well, then you should understand why i can't stay here. she's just a child, for god's sake. she'll get killed if she stays in that house with them." you argued. he shrugged his shoulders unsympathetically, eyes cold and uncaring as you pleaded with him. an idea sparked in your head, a far-fetched one, but it could be the ticket to your escape and your sister's safety.

"what if she lives here with us? she's only three. we can raise her, and that way, she's safe, we're together, and i don't have to have children. that'll work, right? please." you suggested, practically begging as you clasped your hands together in front of you. he gave another thoughtful look, lighting a small fire of hope inside of you, only for it to be set out by the arsonist who started it. "it's a good idea, it really is, angel. you're smart, i like that. but it's a bit late for that. your parents have already been taken care of, and your sister was sent off to safety. nice try, though." he explained, speaking as if he were talking about the weather, so casually and normally.

tears dripped from your eyes, down your cheeks as your breath stuck in your throat. "what are you talking about? where is she?" you asked, barely able to get the words out as you choked on the grim thoughts that dripped their poison all over your mind. "don't worry, flower. like i said, she's safe. she's alive. i promise, she is not going to be stuck with your parents, all by herself. i love you too much to hurt you in that way. your parents, on the other hand..." he trailed off slowly. you knew immediately what had happened, and he knew you figured it out, so instead of continuing the story, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears that dampened them.

"see how everything's falling into place? don't you see that, flower? this is your destiny. this is where you were always going to end up." he asked, looking lovingly into your eyes as he stroked your cheek. "why can't you just accept your fate?"

the various noises of spring filled your ears as you inhaled the clean, fresh air next to the open window. little birds chirping to one another, the rushing water of a nearby stream, and the occasional footsteps of an animal crunching the leaves and grass. the sky was a stunning blue, with perfect white clouds dotting it in all the right places.

you glanced over to the small cot, bedecked with frilly pink lace and a long, white piece of fabric wrapping around the bassinet and cascading down to the floors. the two infants inside were sound asleep, swaddled in pink knit blankets with various little toys sitting around them.

your heart swelled when you looked at them; similar to how it swelled when you looked at the land across the tiny stream, but for all the opposite reasons. when you looked at your children, your heart was warmed and overwhelmed with affection, with pure adoration. but when you looked across the stream, you felt trapped, and disappointed, almost as if the current washed over you and brought a storm of sadness and heartache with it.

of course you had tried to escape, twice, to be exact. the first time, you just made a run for it in the middle of the night. you didn't bother to plan ahead, or be cautious, so it wasn't really a shocker when you tripped on a rock and twisted your ankle. your cries woke jungkook, who came storming out of the house and picked you up by the torso, swinging you over his shoulder as you cried and pleaded with him. luckily for you, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a heavy warning.

the second time didn't turn out as well for you. and like salt in the wound, what made the fallout even worse for you is that you had a plan. you were careful, thorough, and even set up a distraction for jungkook, so you could slip away in the midst of chaos. if only the fire had burned a little brighter. a little hotter. even if it were just a little more powerful, you could be back with your sister where you belonged. but no, the measly flames were too weak to do any real damage to anything. so one pot of water and a missing person in the house led to jungkook catching up with you, just as you were about to cross the stream to freedom.

that time, he didn't play so nice. he threw you down roughly, spat venomous words at you, and did what he thought was necessary to put you in your place and cement you there, with him, forever. despite your prayers, and pleas, and everything in between, your fate was sealed as soon as he kissed you goodnight when he was done.

one baby would've been different. maybe with one baby, you still had a fighting chance to get out. not only was your fate sealed by the touch of his lips to yours, but you knew it, too. and everything fell into place as soon as you laid your eyes on the two babies in front of you. twins. jungkook was overjoyed, of course. and in a way, you were too. they were your children, after all, and all parents loved their children.

well, almost all parents.

sometimes you wondered about your fate. was this really it? even if you had no reason to go running into the woods, even if you had peace at home, is this still where you would end up?

was your one safe space playing against you this whole time?

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dead-slander · 2 months

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A night to remember

Little authors note: This is my first fanfiction I've wrote in years. Hope people enjoy this fanfiction as I might be a bit rusty haha. smut was always my strong suit as I'm a little perv so I figured my first post should be that :0

Summary: The group has just gotten to the prison, it's the first time anyone has felt safe in a long time. You and Daryl have been getting closer and closer. You end up sharing his tent and you both find out how much you enjoy each other's company.

Includes: dirty talk, fingering, oral, wet dream, unprotected sex and Daryl being a sexy ass mf

Word count: 2065

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It's been a while since the walkers had appeared. Your group have been trying to find somewhere to stay for months now. Luckily the group you're with has been stable throughout this time till you all found the prison.

During the time you had been going out and hunting with Daryl to help out the group as much as you could. He was shut off from the group for so long but due to Sophia on the farm. Carol had looking after him and making sure he was ok during the time. As you were around Carol a lot you were able to make a bond with Daryl.

Daryl ended up teaching you lots of different ways to hunt animals. How to survive out in the open. You would spend days together in the woods searching for food. You and Daryl were a dream pair, able to get a lot of resources and even laugh about the small things. Your glad you have been able to get to know him.

during the time you've spent together you started to adapt feeling for him. Daryl is very closed off to most people, but you have been able to see that he's a very sensitive individual. He cares a lot about the people around him, he just prefers to not show it.

Now you're in the prisons field around a large fire making whatever food you have been able to hunt down. Everyone is talking about how the prison is amazing. it's safe and secure its the walkers inside that will be an issue.

You look over towards Daryl eating his food like an animal. most people would find it unattractive, but the animalistic nature is just so luring, you can't help but stare. The way his arms flex every time he goes for a bite. How the fire makes them glow and you can see every muscle in his strong arms move.

While you're in your own head staring at his arms, he looks up at you. His eyes are piercing into yours as if he knows what you've been thinking. You quickly look away and try make it look like you were looking around the area. You saw a slight smirk appear on his face as you look away.

Suddenly your awkward thoughts are interrupted by ricks voice. "I say we sleep as soon as were all done. we should try clear out the walkers there and get inside the prison. It will be much warmer and safer then here" Everyone agrees and starts finishing up.

You and Daryl have slept side by side for a while now. When going out on runs it would be easier bringing minimal things so you could take back more. It's just become a habit sleeping next to one another even if it's separate sleeping bags. You both head to the tent and get settled down.

"You been staring at me a lot the last few days, is there something I've done for this to happen?" Daryle questions as your about to get in the sleeping bag. Without hesitation you replied, "you're starting to smell, I don't want to be in the same tent with no ventilation." You practically kicked yourself when you said that, why can't you just admit to him you like him. "I don't think that's the reason (Y/N), no need to lie to me." He said smirking and he got into his sleeping bag right next to you. "Whatever, no point in arguing with you." Daryle shrugged it off and started to go to sleep.

After a few mineuts of uncomfteble shifting you finally fell asleep.

You were in a house. You had food on the stove and had music playing on a radio nearby. The sun was shining through the window of the kitchen, everything was nicely painted. Suddenly you hear a knock at the door and hear "I'm back from work" As you turn towards the kitchen entrance. Daryl walks through the door holding a bag.

"I didn't realize you were going to cook today I bought dinner." He said as he lifted the bag up slightly. You smiled at him, "it's fine we can always have a mix of both and save the leftovers." Daryl placed the bag down on the floor and placed his hands on your hips. "You look really good in that apron (Y/N)" He paused for a second and looked you up and down. "Would look better with nothing on underneath though."

He then went down to kiss you and you gladly accepted. You placed your hands behind his neck to deepen the kiss. He then breaks the kiss and grabs your legs to hoist you on the counter. "What's gotten you so worked up today?" You smirk at the expression on his face. His eyes were blown out and desperate. "I've just missed you, working on the bikes is great, but not having you there is a struggle. Then I walk in an see you in this. How else am I meant to react?"

You giggled and pulled him into another kiss. He slowly started to kiss your neck leaving small love bites on your collarbones. His hands gripped your trousers and pulled them down in one swift motion. Daryl then pulled your panties off and crouched down. Daryl had his face level to you pussy. "You've always been so good to me; I need to show you how much I appreciate you." he dove his face between your legs and started giving small kitten licks to your cunt.

Your fingers wove into his hair and started grabbing it so he would go harder. Daryal started giving long licks up and down your cunt avoiding the one place you wanted it. "Daryl please stop teasing me, I really need it!" You whined hoping he would do more. "Are you that desperate, doesn't sound like you want me to do any more than this. "Daryl, I swear to god, please don't stop. Keep going please."

After that he stated to suck on your clit, you let out a loud moan and he started to lick your clit faster than before. He put his fingers inside your cunt and moved them with a natural skill. A coil in your stomach started to tighten as you were getting close. "Come on sweet pea, cum for me" Just as you were about to reach your high you woke up.

You were covered in sweat and saw Daryl looking at you with a smirk on his face. "Well, I didn't realize you liked me that much sunshine." You immediately covered you face in embarrassment, just as you were going to stand up Daryl grabbed your arm. "I don't exactly know what you were dreaming about, but we can make it a reality?" He questioned with lust filled eyes.

You accepted his offer; he pulled you in closer towards him and you could feel how hard he was. "You can say no if you don't want to" You nodded your head, "I want a verbal answer (Y/N)" you looked at his stupid smile "Please Daryl, I really want to."

He pulled you into a rough kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You gladly accepted and thought for dominance. His hands started to travel to your shoulders and then down to your chest giving them a gentle squeeze. He was being super gentle you, as if he squeezed too hard you would break. You moaned into the kiss and he squeezed a bit harder. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders and his hands traveled down you waste and gave you ass a squeeze.

You hands made their way down to his crotch rubbing his clothed cock softly. His breath hitched and he grabbed you ass harder. You started to take off his trousers and rubbed him over his boxers. He started to remove your shirt and your bra straight after. He kissed from your jaw to your chest and started to suck your nipples. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth grazing over slowly.

You finally grabbed his cock and realized how hard he really was. He removed his mouth as you started rubbing his length harder and started panting into your chest. You squeezed him a bit and rubbed up and down his length. You slowly got up from your spot and made your way down his stomach. You left small kisses on his hip bones and grabbed onto his boxers and pulled them down. Your eyes widened at the size of him, you got slightly scared that it wouldn't fit.

You heard a small chuckle from him as you looked up at him. "Don't worry sunshine I'll make it fit nice and easy." He smirked down at your expression. Just for that you slowly started to lick up his length teasing him with your eyes as you do so. You slowly place him into your mouth and start slowly bobbing your head. Daryl grunts grips your hair to try get you to move faster. Your hands reached down to play with his balls. As you look up into his eyes you can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair is sticking to it. Daryl pulls your hair a bit harder to pull you off.

All of a sudden get you get flipped over onto your back. He starts to rub your clit with his cock. He slowly drags it down to the entrance and starts pushing it inside. There's slight sting and you can feel tears prick your eyes. Daryl bends down to kiss your cheek and pleasure starts to numb the pain. He continues to push inside of you until he's fully inside of you. Daryl looks into your eyes with slight desperation, asking you if he can move. You start rolling your hips from underneath telling him its ok to thrust.

He finally starts thrusting slowly into you. Your legs wrap around him, making him move faster. Sweat forms on both of your bodies due to the heat of the situation. The tent if filled with his grunting and panting. Daryl realizes he's making noise and puts his head in the crook of your neck to muffle any moans, his hand goes down to your clit and starts to rub it in circles quickly. You moan loud at the rough feeling of his hands against your sensitive clit. "Daryl I-I think I-I'm getting close."

"Finish on my cock bunny, you know you want to" The nickname caused butterflies to form in your stomach and the coil to become even tighter. Just as you feel the coil snap Daryl rapidly thrusts into you. He places a hand over your mouth in the hopes it will make you a bit quieter. Just as the overstimulation was becoming too much he pulls out and finishes on your stomach.

He collapsed into you and the both of you couldn't help but chuckle from exhaustion. After a minuet or two he got up and grabbed a small rag from his bag and started to wipe you down. Daryl went beside you and pulled you into his chest.

"Daryl?" You asked as you looked up at him with doe like eyes. He looked at you with a raised brow "Is everything alright sunshine?" He asked with slight worry in his eyes thinking you thought this was a mistake. "This isn't a onetime thing, is it?" You asked as your eyes went glossy. He pulled you into a tight embrace "No, I would like to stay like this, just us." He went silent and looked up. "Unless you want it to be a onetime thing."

You broke away from the embrace and looked at him "Daryl, I want to keep doing this. I want more then to have sex; I've liked you for a while. I've never been sure if you liked me the same way." You looked down embarrassed at your confession and he sat up. He grabbed you face and looked into your eyes, "I've liked you for a long time (Y/N)"

He gently pulled you into a soft kiss. After a bit you time you both pulled away and smiled. He laid down once again and pat his chest, inviting you to cuddle into him. With that you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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Under The Moonlight

Request: Yes or No

Don't kill me pls I love y'allllllllll if it helps i have three parts already writtennnnn! look at the pretty man

CW/TW: Violence, implied homophobia, Christianity, bashing Christianity (idk if that should be a warning), Vikings being Vikings, men being men

Apologies to any ppl from Greenland or people with a lot of knowledge on Norse culture and their gods, I will get some things wrong.

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The sail to Kattegat had proven to be a difficult feat, though most trips across open ocean typically were. The ocean had shown mercy at first; when the waves would only brush against the side of the boat gently, beckoning curious eyes to gaze into its depths.

But upon sailing closer to Kattegat, a storm began brewing above. The sky turned a dark shade of gray as the waves began to grow, slamming against the boat harder and harder, threatening to capsize it with each powerful hit. The other boats traveling alongside them began to disappear until the drenched man could no longer see more than a foot ahead of him through the pouring rain. With the roaring waves and claps of thunder hounding his senses, (Y/N) could hardly hear the instructions his siblings shouted in an attempt to keep the boat from sinking into the darkness below. But in the end, Leif's experience allowed everyone to escape the storm without losing a single person.

Rising from the wooden seat, (Y/N) stared at the harbor settled between the mountains, a horn blaring through the air to signal their arrival. The town appeared large and heavily occupied. Far more occupied than he had expected. Kattegat was a seemingly well-known town but the man hadn't expected to see so many Vikings gathered in just one harbor. His half-sister seemed to share similar thoughts. She stared at the town, gaze lingering for a moment before she looked back toward her brothers with uncertainty but after meeting (Y/N)'s eyes, her lips pulled into a warm smile and her shoulders relaxed.

Freydis Eriksdotter. Only younger than him by a few weeks. With her long blonde hair and tender blue eyes, Freydis had been a shining light in his darkest moments. While she physically resembled her mother, her stubborn and fierce personality could be attributed to their stubborn and infamous father, Erik Thorvaldsson. She had proven to be the perfect combination of her parents; her idle hands that could weave thread and mend injuries also knew how to handle a sword. And with a father like theirs, it was imperative they knew how to defend themselves, from animals and people alike.

"Stay close and out of trouble," A voice rumbled from behind him as the boat neared the docks.

Then there was his older half-brother, Leif Eriksson. With his broad structure, long brown hair, and bright blue eyes, Leif resembled their father in more ways than one. And yet, he tried to be everything their father wasn't; gentle, forgiving, and merciful. He and Freydis easily adapted to (Y/N)'s presence after his mother brought him to their home. They gleefully took him in, calling him their brother within days and growing to love him within weeks. Leif proved to be the older brother anyone could ever wish for.

"I'm not the one you should be telling that to." (Y/N) muttered, folding his arms over his chest and feeling the boat slow to a stop. The Vikings on the docks were quick to help secure the boat and one took a moment to examine the condition of it and its passengers.

"How in Odin's name did you avoid the storm?" He questioned curiously as he rested his hands on his hips

Brushing off his question, Leif addressed the man. "Did any ships from the west make it in last night?"

"No, just two ships before the storm." He answered and nodded toward the shore, drawing (Y/N)'s attention to it. Littered across the sand were bodies, flags, and pieces of wood. Few searched through the wreckages for valuables or familiar faces while others treaded into the waters to pull the corpses onto land. A saddening sight for anyone. Lives lost to the rage of the ocean. Leif studied the shore and exhaled softly, shaking his head lightly before turning to his crew.

"Toke, Ulf, you stay here with the boats and resupply," Leif instructed the two men and then turned his sights onto siblings. "Freydis, (Y/N), check with the captains at the harbor. The rest of you will come with me to search the town."

Freydis frowned but before she could protest, (Y/N) gently grasped her arm. "The time will come." He assured her gently. Freydis pursed her lips and nodded, gazing after their brother as he and the others disappeared into the crowded town. She heaved a sigh and turned back to look at their messy boat.

"You know, I do not need you watching over me," Freydis muttered and retrieved some more rope from the floor, squinting up at their sail to check for anything else that had possibly gotten loose in the strong winds.

"It's my job as your big brother." (Y/N) reminded teasingly, a grin appearing on his face when she scoffed softly and rolled her eyes. Freydis expertly tied the rope in her hands around the mast, glancing at the men as (Y/N) took the things Toke and Ulf had quickly retrieved. (Y/N) looked over their supplies, ensuring they had everything they needed.

"Where are you from?" Someone called out, pulling the Greenlanders' attention away from their tasks and onto the man watching them from the dock.

He was tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His brunette hair had been tied back into a bun, allowing them to gaze at his bearded face and dark eyes. He regarded the crew with mere curiosity and a boyish smile that screamed trouble, exuding an aura of friendliness. But even with his kind eyes and relaxed posture, (Y/N) couldn't find it in himself to trust him. They were newcomers on strange land. Easy targets for vultures.

Slipping his fingers around his sheathed dagger, (Y/N) allowed his eyes to sweep over the man once more, taking note of the axe holstered to his hip. When he turned his attention back onto the stranger's face he found the man already watching him. The brunette tilted his head to the side expectantly, presumably awaiting an answer from him but he received silence in return as (Y/N) turned his back to him and focused on taking count of their food supply, or rather lack of.

Chuckling softly under her breath, Freydis peered over her shoulder and answered, "Greenland."

"What kind of journey was it?" The man inquired, gaze lingering on the quiet man.

"Long. Five weeks. No stops." Freydis answered once more and watched the man closely as he finally tore his eyes away from her brother and stepped closer to asses the boat. Upon finishing with the mast, she finally faced him.

"Five weeks across open ocean in this?" He peered down at Freydis with twinkling eyes and a wolfish grin. "I'm impressed."

"Then you are easily impressed."

"Not true. My standards are quite high." The man objected playfully, watching his sister with an all too familiar look. (Y/N) had been no stranger to that dance, especially when it came to Freydis and the other women of the crew. And seeing as his sister appeared rather taken with the handsome stranger, (Y/N) doubted she'd only flirt with him.

"So are mine." Freydis pulled herself up onto one of the seats, wrapping her hand around one of the ropes attached to the mast to maintain her balance. She smirked at him, blatantly looking him over to feed into their little flirtatious game. "Are you from Kattegat?"

"No, from Ringerike. I'm Harald Sigurdsson." Harald spoke his name proudly, almost as if he were important. It made (Y/N)'s eyes roll. "Who are you?"

"My name is Freydis." The blonde answered before motioning toward (Y/N) with a nod. "And this is my brother."

"Ah." Harald leaned back, hand resting on the hilt of his axe as he looked back at (Y/N). "Then, I believe after such a long voyage, I would think a hot bath would sound good to your sister." Bold words slipped from his mouth and (Y/N) found himself raising his brows at him, hearing Ulf and Toke snickering quietly from their spots. Freydis looked at her brother with widened eyes but the corners of her lips twitched upward in amusement. Meeting her gaze, (Y/N) knew Leif would be far from pleased if he allowed her to leave the boat with a stranger, but he'd be unable to blame (Y/N) for it. Freydis had a habit of doing whatever she wanted, with and without permission. So, with the knowledge Freydis could easily defend herself if it came to it, (Y/N) hesitantly nodded.

"Well then," Freydis turned back to Harald and stepped onto the dock, turning her chin up at him and quirking a pale brow. "Where could I get one of these hot baths?"

"Come." Harald chuckled, shooting the man one last glance before he placed his hand on Freydis's lower back and led her down the dock until they disappeared from view.

"With that attitude, he's asking for someone to dig an axe in his back," Ulf said as he stood up, casting a glance over the boat.

Shaking his head, (Y/N) looked at him and offered a smile. "We've come for other reasons." He reminded, watching Toke finish securing everything.

With the boat taken care of, the two men followed (Y/N) down the dock and looked around as he led them into town. Sellers shoved varying items in his direction, shouting off prices and rambling about their products. Amongst the perfumes, clothes, and weapons being sold, there were slaves. Shackled and shivering. (Y/N) felt his throat tighten at the sight of them.

"There's Liv!" Ulf pointed out and (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the slaves, turning his back to them as his friends slipped from the crowd one by one.

"No luck." Yrsa sighed. Before (Y/N) could speak, another horn sounded off, signaling the arrival of more ships and it only took a moment for Lief to slip out of the crowd and join the group, looking over everyone with newfound determination.

"The cross belongs to an English Viking." He revealed, eyes searching for Freydis's familiar face and frowning when he didn't spot her. Turning to his brother questioningly, his frown only deepened when (Y/N) avoided his eyes and sheepishly rubbed the side of his neck.

"She left with someone. A so-called Harald Sigurdsson."

Sighing heavily, Leif nodded. "I'll find her. We'll meet up at the docks."

When Leif disappeared back into the crowd, (Y/N) faced the crew and motioned for them to start heading back. On the short walk to the docks, it began to rain lightly but the wind picked up considerably. They just couldn't seem to stay dry for long. It didn't take long for Leif and Freydis to join the crew, eyes trained on the ships sailing into the harbor. Upon getting closer, (Y/N) spotted two of the men on one of the ships, crosses dangling from their necks. Considering the loud cheering from the docks, the two were loved, perhaps even worshipped.

"It's him," Freydis confirmed, looking back at her brothers when the men stepped off the ships. She looked back at the sound of a familiar voice and her eyes narrowed upon seeing Harald greeting them, appearing to know the men on a personal level.

"Isn't that-"

"Yes." Freydis breathed, jaw clenching. Grasping the handle of her knife, Freydis took a step forward, ready to get her revenge on the man who had fled from justice. But she didn't get far before (Y/N) took her arm and pulled her back. Too many eyes, too many Christians. They'd see her coming from a mile away if she brazenly rushed at them and he doubted they'd only pray for her if she were caught.

"Not here," Leif told her, keeping an eye on the men as they strode deeper into town. Grunting softly, the blonde sheathed her knife and stepped back, eyes bright with rage. "Toke, Yrsa. Go get our things."

The men stopped briefly to eat, giving Toke and Yrsa enough time to gather everyones' belongings and bring them back, handing them off just as the men got on horses and began leaving town. The crew followed them out of town, keeping a safe distance away and being mindful of the other Vikings with the men. Leif led everyone into the dense forest, stepping over fallen logs and foliage as they climbed up the side of the mountain. A tiresome trek but a necessary one. Freydis needed to bring justice down on the man who had hurt her and her brothers had vowed on helping her. So, (Y/N) ignored the way his muscles ached for rest and marched on.

The winds lashed furiously on the mountain but it was the least of (Y/N)'s worries as he took in the sight below. A whole camp filled with more Vikings than he could count. Tents perched in just about every corner, horses roaming around, carts filled with supplies. It looked like an army preparing for something, but what exactly? (Y/N) swallowed and looked at Leif, taking in the concentrated look on his face.

"We'll set up camp in the forest." Leif decided, turning to his equally perplexed and surprised friends. "We'll keep an eye on him until the time is right." Leif nodded to his sister and Freydis returned it, eyeing the camp one last time before she turned and began heading back down the mountain, the others following close behind and exchanging glances. (Y/N) strayed for a moment, looking over all the Vikings present. A need for so many warriors could only mean something big, something important. Part of him didn't want to find out what it was.

Turning his attention away from the camp, he caught up with the others and headed down the mountain where they could rest until a solid plan was created. Yrsa and Ulf worked together to prop their furs on long sticks, Liv and Leif collected some sticks to create a small fire and Njal left to watch the camp. (Y/N) explored the forest, gazing up at the tall trees towering over them. While he was no stranger to a lush forest, he'd been used to seeing vast snow-covered plains for most of his life. He missed the openness of his home... He missed his parents and brothers. Sighing softly, he turned his sights onto the bright green brush and grass, searching for fallen branches and sticks to help feed the fire Liv and Leif had started. He'd have to take in the sights of nature another time. They had more important matters at hand.

Returning to camp with a handful of sticks and crouching down by the fire, he set the pile down beside Liv and brushed his hands free of dirt. Liv gave him a thankful smile, picking up a few and tossing them into the fire, the crackle growing louder. (Y/N) lifted his head to look at the others, noting Skarde seemed awfully quiet and upset. Yrsa had settled down on a blanket made of furs whilst Ulf and Toke conversed and his sister sat by herself, looking out in the direction of the camp. She perked up at the sight of Njal, watching him return with a conflicted expression.

"He must be important. He hasn't come out of the main tent." Njal informed them, gaze cast onto the ground as glances were exchanged.

Running a hand over his face, Skarde shook his head and spoke shakily, fingers toying with the thread wrapped around his hand. "This changes things."

"This changes nothing," Freydis spoke, snapping her head toward him and narrowing her eyes when he scoffed.

"Really? What is your plan then? Go down there and simply take your revenge?" He questioned, raising a brow at her as she stood and faced him.

"If I have to, yes." Noticing the growing animosity, Leif stood up from his spot beside Liv, glancing between his sister and friend as they went back and forth, both Greenlanders growing more annoyed with each passing second.

Skarde slowly nodded in disbelief, rolling up the thread in his hands and tossing it to his feet. "I won't be a part of such a plan." He spat, pushing himself off the tree he'd been sitting against.

"Then you break your oath to my father?" Leif furrowed his brows as he walked forward, placing himself between the two and staring up at him. (Y/N) rose up from his hunches and stepped around the brunette to stand beside his brother, briefly pulling Skarde's attention off his siblings and onto him.

Clenching his jaw, Skarde spoke, "I didn't promise your father to be a part of foolishness."

"What do we know of this place?" Njal's deep voice interjected, his tone full of uncertainty. "Trees, cities, and giant armies? These Norse are not our people."

"They are Viking... Just like you." Freydis raised her brows, pointedly looking between Njal and Skarde as she spoke.

"No." Skarde asserted with a light shake of his head. "We are Greenlanders. As are you." He said, inhaling deeply before he continued. "Until this morning, no one among us had ever seen more than 40 people together in one place. Now, I look at more men than in Iceland and Greenland together. We must be able to admit that what we came here for is now hopeless."

Silence fell over the crew and when nobody countered his argument, Freydis scoffed in disbelief and turned away from them, stalking off in the direction of the camp. (Y/N) didn't hesitate on following his sister through the foliage until they came across the tree line. Freydis stared out at the camp with crossed arms and a frown on her face. The crunching of leaves signaled Leif's presence, having followed his younger siblings as well.

"You shouldn't have stopped me at the harbor," Freydis muttered bitterly. "It would be done."

"And you would be dead," Leif stated bluntly, gazing out at the camp.

"Then I'd be in Valhalla with the other Einherjar, feasting with Odin and the Gods. And Father would be proud."

"We are not here for Father, Freydis." (Y/N) spoke up, hand reaching out to gently touch the back of her arm. She looked down at his hand, her tense figure slowly relaxing at her brother's touch. "We came here for you. Besides, Father didn't think of-"

"What are you trying to tell me?" She asked defensively, tilting her head up to look into his eyes. "Do you believe it's hopeless? Because I will not stop until I get my revenge."

"No, Freydis. We're asking you to trust us." Leif said, softening his gaze as he looked at his sister. Freydis swallowed and looked back at him, lips pressing together. She released a shaky sigh and nodded, loose curls bouncing against her speckled skin.

"I trust you."

"Good. Because I have a plan."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" (Y/N) questioned, eyeing the Vikings walking around with their weapons close to their sides and crosses hanging proudly from their necks. When night had fallen, Leif had pulled him away from the rest to take him to the camp. Leif wished to infiltrate the camp and figure out what exactly so many of their people had been gathered.

"If you'd like, you can return to camp," Leif glanced back at him, shoulder roughly bumping against another Viking walking by. (Y/N) stepped closer to his brother, listening to the soft prayers oozing from tents and groups of Vikings. Unease bubbled in his stomach. Too many Christians for his liking. Leif lifted his hand to his face, brushing back some hair before an older man suddenly reached out, snatching his wrist and staring at the tattoo Leif had on his wrist.

"What you doing over here?" He hissed quietly, voice thick with an English accent. He spared a look around before releasing Leif's wrist and glancing at (Y/N). "Come with me before one of these damn Christians catches sight of the both of ya." He sucked his teeth, shoving the brothers forward and away from the other Vikings. (Y/N) stumbled out onto an open area and looked back at the man, watching him warily glance back.

"If that Jesus bunch caught you two prowling around over there, you'd be lucky to get back." He shook his head, leading them toward a cart and pulling their hands up. He began stacking folded blankets and coats made of fur on their hands until the sound of drums began echoing through the air and everyone began heading in the direction of the sound.

"Stay close," Leif whispered to his brother, following the older man through the crowd. Men on horses led the way with their torches held in the air, only stopping once the crowd stood in front of those beating the drums. (Y/N) handed the blankets off to the older man, nodding to him and keeping close to Leif as they slipped through the crowd until they reached the front. A few Vikings stood on top of a hill overlooking the crowd. Harald Sigurdsson among them. He appeared to be quite important.

"Welcome, friends!" The man standing beside Harald began, voice echoing through the valley. Murmurs erupted through the crowd and a name seemed to be passed around: King Canute of Denmark.

"Over a hundred years ago, a great Viking army set off for England to avenge the death of Ragnor Lothrok. It achieved its goal. And after many great victories, our people were invited to settle into communities there. With time, we sent our loved ones to live and work there. The Danelaw became their home." King Canute spoke, allowing a brief moment of silence to pass as the information settled in.

"A year ago, all that changed. And a slaughter began. A massacre. Unknown in the long history of our people. An attack. Not warrior to warrior, but waged on innocent women and children." The more he spoke, the rowdier the crowd got, murmurs growing louder. "Waged for only one reason; to cleanse England of our people. You have been summoned here for a purpose, to avenge the death of our people and to show the English that they cannot murder Vikings and expect us to do nothing!" The crowd erupted in cheers, swords being slammed against shields in support. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably as shoulders bumped against his, adrenaline beginning to pump in the veins of those around him.

"Our ancestors would not. Ivar the Boneless and Bjorn Ironside would not. I will not. Will you?" The crowd roared their response. It was not in a Viking's blood to simply ignore an attack against themselves, against loved ones. But many of the Vikings present weren't there to avenge a loved one. A blind and unexpected attack was an easy way to bruise someone's ego. "You are here for your families! You are here for your honor! You are here because you are Vikings!" King Canute finished, hearing the overwhelming shouts and roars of agreement, metal swords slamming against shields. Leif and (Y/N) exchanged a look, arms brushing against each other and providing the brothers with some sense of comfort in a sea of furious men and women.

"We will fight the English." One man staggered forward, head turning to sneer at the others. "But not with Christians!" He bellowed, motioning toward them with his axe as others cheered in agreement. Despite the years, (Y/N) could feel his scar ache as he looked toward the gathered Christians, a certain disdain swirling in his chest. "Christians killed my family. They are my true enemy."

"And you are mine, Pagan." One of the Christian men responded, stepping forward from the rowdy crowd. "These men are nothing but idolaters. Worshippers of Satan!"

With a war cry, the first man ran at the other, swinging his axe at him but his blow was blocked by the second man's shield. The two continued swinging at each other, urged on by both crowds alike. Swiftly going down the hill, Harald got in between them, blocking with his shield and swinging at the men in an attempt to push them away from each other. Releasing a cry when a sword cut him, Harald sneered at the men and spread out his arms to prevent them from attacking each other.

"Enough!" Harald snarled at them, heavy pants leaving him. He turned toward the first man, dropping his arms to his sides as he addressed him. "Jarl Gorm, you say you'll never fight with Christians but what am I? Did I not spend every summer of my youth with your family? Did you not love me like a son?" He questioned, whipping his head to look at the second man. "Jarl Nori, a pious Christian. I saw your sister the night of the massacre. What would she say about your refusal to fight with your brothers here? Would she not call you a coward?" Harald looked between the two before taking a step back and facing the crowd.

"That your God is Odin or Christ means nothing to me! Only your honor does! Only your courage does!" He shouted into the night. Heaving softly, he touched a hand to his sliced arm and lifted his blood-soaked fingers into the air. "This blood is not my blood. It is our blood, it is Viking blood! And it will always be!" His words garnered cries and shouts of agreement, flags swinging back and forth. The two men nodded to Harald and retreated to their previous spots in the crowd, content with keeping the peace for the time being.

"It is going to be a long night," Leif whispered as the cheers continued. (Y/N) could only sigh in return.

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"Did you sleep at all?"

"You know very well I can't sleep around strangers." (Y/N) answered with a yawn, trying to push away the exhaustion clinging to his body. Leif frowned, using his fingers to comb his hair back into a bun but before he could lecture his brother, (Y/N) turned his back to him and looked out at the bustling Vikings.

"What now?"

"We find him and we keep an eye on him," Leif answered and walked forward, the sound of singing filling the camp as Vikings went about their day. Men and women collected supplies, heaving them onto carts and helping one another. (Y/N) searched for the man, eyes flickering from face to face, never allowing his gaze to linger to avoid attracting attention to them. Feeling fingers lightly tap his arm, he followed Leifs' gaze and spotted the man walking through the ground. However, before the two could follow, Leif's shoulder was roughly grabbed and his body turned to face a stranger.

"It's them, all right." The man nodded to his friends and sneered at the brothers. "Your father is Erik Thorvaldson, yes? Erik the Red?"

"And what is that to you?" Leif asked, eyeing the men around them. (Y/N) brought his hand to his dagger's handle, looking over his shoulder at the men behind them, their shields up to block them from leaving.

"Our name is Becken. Your father killed our brother Sven." The man revealed, motioning between himself and the other Viking standing beside him.

"Our father's history has nothing to do with us." Leif retorted, reaching out to grab (Y/N)'s arm and gently push him forward, hoping to avoid a fight but one of the men cut in front of them, blocking them from getting too far and cockily grinning at them.

"Your father is a killer. Run away to escape justice. It has everything to do with you." The first man asserted bitterly. (Y/N)'s grip on the dagger tightened and he looked back at Leif, searching his face for permission to swing at the man in front of him. Leif grimaced and turned toward the man who had begun it, raising his brows.

"You're making a mistake." He warned.

Scoffing, the man in front of (Y/N) shook his head. "No, Eriksson. The mistake was yours." He declared, charging forward but before he could bring the sword down on the younger brother, (Y/N) grabbed his attacker's forearm and turned his body, slipping his dagger out while simultaneously elbowing the man directly in the nose. The man cried out in pain and stumbled backward, hand raising to touch his now bleeding nose. The pain, however, only fueled his rage and he charged again with an enraged cry. (Y/N) quickly dodged the following swing and slammed his foot into the back of his knee, sending the man toppling downward. He rolled over onto his back and attempted to get up but (Y/N) kicked his face, causing more blood to spill from his nose as his head slammed back into the grass. Retrieving the man's discarded axe from the ground, (Y/N) threw it at one of the men charging at his brother, successfully hitting him and causing the man to fall.

"Brother!" Turning, (Y/N) caught the shield Leif tossed at him and blocked a swing from a sword, using the shield to shove the man onto the ground. He spun around and leaned back, narrowly getting cut by an axe swinging in his direction. Lifting his leg, (Y/N) kicked the man in the stomach and made him stumble backward, using his momentary loss of balance to charge forward and dig the dagger into his arm. Pulling it out and panting softly, (Y/N) stepped back and briefly pressed his back against Leif's.

The man that had attacked him first blindly charged, face soaked in red. (Y/N) raised the shield to block his punch and lowered it just as quickly, swinging the dagger at his face and cutting his cheek. Moving his hands down to the bottom of the shield, he swung it sideways and hit the side of the man's face, knocking him down again. When another one charged, he did similarly, aiming at his wrist and knocking the sword from their grasp. Releasing the shield and charging, (Y/N) tackled the man onto the grass and pinned his arms down with his knees, lifting his dagger above his head and bringing it down.

"Enough!" Leif called, and (Y/N) froze, blade frighteningly close to his attacker's eye. Panting heavily, (Y/N) peered over his shoulder and spotted his brother holding a sword to the first man's throat.

"Just like your father." The man cursed, spitting out some blood and saliva.

"You're wrong." Leif lifted the sword, using the side of it to knock him out. "If I were like my father, you'd all be dead." He breathed and turned toward (Y/N), tossing the sword aside and motioning for him to stand. (Y/N) looked down at the man writhing beneath him and huffed softly, standing up and trailing after Leif.

"Taking another's life would've complicated things, (Y/N)," Leif scolded, looking back at him with a disappointed frown.

"They attacked first." (Y/N) argued with a huff. "They would've had it coming."

Sighing, Leif shook his head and looked forward. "You sound like Father." He muttered, leading his brother to a stream near the camp and crouching down by the water. (Y/N) joined him, letting the cool water wash his hands before he dipped his dagger in and cleaned it. Once satisfied, (Y/N) rose and wiped the blade against his pant leg, sheathing it and drying his hands on his pants. He caught sight of figures in his peripheral and gently kicked his brother's leg to catch his attention.

"Eriksson from Greenland. Not the sons of Viking warrior, Erik Thorvaldson, banished from Norway and Iceland for murder?" Harald tilted his head, regarding them with an amused smile. Leif stood up, shaking his hands off, and sharing a cautious glance with his brother.

"The same." He confirmed, eyes flickering to the men beside Harald. Most wore crosses.

"I suppose when you have a father like Erik the Red, you learn to fight like that." Harald chuckled, not catching the distaste that passed over Leif's features at his words.

"My name is Leif." He walked closer, tilting his head up to look at Harald.

"I'm Harald Sigurdsson. We met yesterday, though I didn't quite catch your brother's name." Harald said, tilting his head to look at (Y/N). His cocky and playful smirk made whatever respect (Y/N) had gained for him the night before wash away in an instant. His lip pulled back and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, a soft scoff escaping him. Harald merely chuckled at his distaste, eyes slowly raking over the Greenlander.

"I believe that's none of your business." (Y/N) responded, eyes trailing down from his face to the cross he wore. Harald's hand raised to toy with it, fingers wrapping around it and blocking it from view. (Y/N) lifted his gaze and met Harald's, holding eye contact for a moment before he looked away. Leif's brows furrowed slightly, glancing between his brother and Harald.

"His name is (Y/N)," Leif piped up after a moment of silence, climbing up the short hill to be at eye level with Harald. "We heard you last night. You're a good speaker. You moved many."

"Did I move you?" Harald asked, eyes remaining on the younger brother. His lips quirked into a small grin when (Y/N) refused to meet his gaze, only begrudgingly getting closer when his brother motioned for him. Crossing his arms over his chest, (Y/N) looked back at the men and briefly looked into Harald's dark eyes. When neither brother responded, Harald finally tore his eyes away and looked at the rather perplexed Leif, hand dropping from his cross. "Freydis said you captained your boat all the way from Greenland. Could use good ship captains who can fight. I can promise great glory if you join us in England."

"Glory?" Leif repeated, curiously glancing back at (Y/N). "I thought you were going to England for revenge?"

"We are. But true Vikings always reach for glory. It's what defines us."

"Like I said, you're a good speaker. I'll think about it." Leif answered grimly, although his tone made his answer rather clear and obvious. Harald's jaw clenched but he nodded, watching the brothers brush past him. (Y/N) paused, reaching out to touch Harald's cross, studying the metal and designs carved into it. Harald reached up to pull his cross out of (Y/N)'s grip, pausing when their fingers brushed against each other. His eyes lowered to look down at their hands.

"I wish you luck with our sister. You'll need it." (Y/N) murmured, releasing the cross and joining Leif in heading back to camp.

The rest of the day had gone by uneventfully as the army began moving toward Kattegat where Jarl Haakon allowed them to set up camp outside the walls of her city. She graciously opened the main hall for them, hosting a feast for the warriors ready to fight. (Y/N) and Leif wandered around the hall, keeping to the sides and mostly out of view as they waited for Freydis to slip inside and enact her revenge. A risky plan but they were aware of the dangers. Death is not the end, his mother would say to him whenever he grew afraid.

"There's Skarde." (Y/N) whispered upon spotting the man slipping into the hall. Just in time for another speech from King Canute.

"Friends!" He called from the table settled at the end of the hall, rising to his feet as the Vikings fell silent and turned toward the king. Leif walked forward, heading toward the other side of the hall as quietly as possible. (Y/N) remained on the other side, glancing at Leif as he kept to the wall but made sure to remain within their view, or rather Harald's view. It proved easier than expected seeing as Harald's eyes found him almost instantaneously.

"This is a historic occasion. Our thanks to Jarl Haakon for opening her city to our righteous cause. It is an honor to be here in Kattegat, in the great hall of Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. To eat from the same table as Lagertha and all the heroes who came before. We are humbled and inspired by their legacy. But now is our time to make history. To show the cowards in England, that Vikings, despite our differences, are still one people. One heart. One soul." He concluded his speech and (Y/N) slipped out toward the middle of the room with Leif joining him midway as the Vikings dispersed. Finally meeting Harald's eyes, (Y/N) tilted his head at him and lifted a hand to his dagger, watching Harald's eyes narrow as they flickered to his hand. His eyes left the Greenlander for a moment.

"That's close enough, Greenlanders." One of the Christians who never seemed far from Harald spoke, stepping toward them and gripping Leif by the collar. Harald rose from his spot at the table and approached them as more men surrounded them. With his attention on the brothers, he didn't spot the cloaked figure descending upon the table with a knife in hand.

"Whatever you are planning, do not act on it. I'll kill you if I must."

"We're not the ones you should be worried about." And then, a frightened scream broke the tension.

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sun-stricken · 3 months

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Avatar knew nothing about devil slayers so Gray decides to do more research on his own (his previous research was stopped because of the mission)(AU Julia didn’t follow him and make them share a house). When ft gets back together he decides to ask Levy if the council had any information, but gets nothing. He asks Freed and even goes to saber to ask Rufus. Nothing.

On one of their missions together, Rogue asks how Gray is doing, because Rufus had mentioned he had visited. This prompts Gardel to remember Levy asking him if he remembers the council having any information about devil slayers. Laxus remembers a comment from Freed about his frustration towards lack of information about rarer types of magic. Together (mainly Wendy and Rogue) they put together that maybe Gray isn’t as sure about his magic as he seems.

No one’s heard of it + received from his reanimated father + had for only a year + not his original magic + played it up in a dark guild + absorbed a curse = lost and confused fledgling devil slayer. But just to be sure, they have a period of ‘Gray watch’ to try and confirm their suspicions. Gray watch= subtle (or unsubtle depending on the slayer) watching and questions. Gray’s probably confused, but it’s fairy tail so he’s not too concerned (plus the dragons have done weird things before).

Bonus: Gray being jealous of the slayers all having each other and hanging out, but with their weird behaviour starts to believe he’s dodged a bullet.

Thoughts? Would love to hear your ideas

firstly, anon, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk abt Gray + Dragon slayers again, second, im gonna take this and run

i love the idea of the dragons being protective/taking Gray under their wing so to speak, and i love the idea of them scrambling to try and help him in some way even more

Rogue, even though he technically set off everything, actually didnt know much other than what he observed himself, when Rufus told him Gray stopped by but didnt stay to chat with him or Sting (or Frosch!) he tried to ‘subtly’ interrogate Rufus

Rufus figured out what he was doing and shut him down, saying to ask Gray himself and that it wasnt his business to tell

Although, Rogue also saw Rufus carrying a book on different slayer magic types so he hazarded a couple guesses

When he does set it all off its like their collective braincell goes into overdrive

they dont all figure it put right away, its post mission that they discuss what they know

‘Gray Watch’ as you so beautifully put it, is their clumsy attempt at sussing out info and to help him

Gray noticed something was up fairly quick because, while they were trying, subtly isnt exactly their forte

he first noticed because Natsu was actively trying to get closer and the conversations he started didnt end up in fights

At first when all the questions started he just thought they were curious because he was another slayer, and when most of their questions ended in his lack of answers he thoight they would just stop and go back to normal but they didnt

They just kept coming, if they were asking questions they were giving advice, or even complimenting his new magic and how fast he figured it out

While the Dragons think hes totally lost and confused, he isnt really, Grays used to having to adapt quickly and at least it was ice devil slayer magic, he gets the big picture and the dynamics of it but he just doesnt know what the hell it is? and why isnt there any information on it?

Gray ends up convinced theyre all infected with some sort of virus, a virus that apparently makes them really social, with.. just him? (hes still working on the theory)

Their advice is kinda a hit or miss, they only know the stuff they found out pertaining to Dragon Slayers, and they assume what works for them will work for him too, sometimes it does but a lot of the time it doesnt

Dragon and Devil slayer magic, while under the same subtype of magic, are very different, but they dont have the resources to know that outright

other tidbits my brain came up with

Dragon slayers specifically have a naturally high metabolism and appetite

they assume thats its the same for Gray, Natsu told Mira to start adding extras to his plate when he eats at the guild, and also started offering the snacks he eats during the day

Gajeel would try to inconspicuously ask Levy abt dif slayer type and she happily did even though she knew exactly what was doing

Sting started to pester Rufus for any info on Devil Slayers constantly, while Rogue actually looked himself, they actually went to magic experts and various libraries around town and on jobs when they took them out of town

got a whole lot of nothing

When someone or Gray said anything about Devil Slayers you could literally hear their brains working in overtime while they listened

they probably took notes or something

Wendy would often ask Gray how he was doing with his new physical and mental changes and give tips on what she does when she got overwhelmed with all the sudden alterations to her person, which really confused him bc he hadnt noticed much actually changing about himself

Anything Laxus figured out himself he would relay to Freed to tell Gray, hes gotta keep up his persona hes got goin on yk?

Slayers in general have heightened senses AND emotions

Dragon Slayers, and slayers in general but its most extreme/prominent in the Dragons, have highly protective tendencies.

Devil Slayers have slight possessive traits and jealousy issues, again, slayers in general have this but its more prominent in Devil Slayers,

that being said, Gray being a slayer now means he wanted to spend more time with the others so he didnt try to stop the uptake in attention they were giving him. But since they had the plan to help him they were also spending a lot of time together, which in turn made him feel jealous and upset as if they were ignoring him

But as time went on and the dragons were getting more desperate for info Gray started believing that they were all crazy or sick

actual pictures of the Dragons trying to solve Gray

sorry its short! i didnt want to keep you waiting any longer🙏

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ladylovegood-69 · 1 year

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"The Sun and the Moon"

Part1

Backround about you:

Y/n té'fiti

(beautiful art made by Eana Unil)

You are the oldest child of Ronal and Tonowari being 16 years old. You are a worrior. You are taller then most female navi your age (same high as Aonung). You have a more toughter body bc of all the swimming and treining. You have tattos of all the things you achived in your journy to become a worrior. You are a serious person, get annoyed and angry pretty easy and your very protective of your family and peaple you love.

Your relationship with Roxto:

You are the man in the relationship. You are taller, older and biger then Roxto. His here to calm you down when you get annoyed or angry, but he also alweys drags you around with get you a little annoyed but you let him cz he is your sunshine(witch is also your nickname for him and he gets pretty flusterd when you call him that but he enjoys it). You are strong on phisical touch, its a way to show your love since your not much of a person to show emotion espect for anger and annoyenc, witch Roxto is used to but he still loves you. And he loves every contact you have with him.

(let the story begin)

You where on a hunt with your father and a few other hunters to gather food for the clan,when you all hear a horn being blown signaling that something or someone is coming.

"Come on lets see what this is all about." said your father witch you all nodded and started your way back to the shore on your tsurak.

When you get closer to the shore your saw your peaple gadering around darker navi peaple witch got you confused, what are forest peaple doing here. You looked at you father alarmed, but he only nodded at you saying to calm down but you only frowned. You dont like this.

Roxto and Aonung where messing with the darker navis about there tails, Tsireya noticing you coming immediately went and told them to stop. She knew you would get mad.

Once you and you father arived to shore peaple made path for you to meet the darker navi peaple. All eyes where on you both.

"I see you Tonowari.""Jakesully" your father and Jakesully gretted eachother as you did the same gesture of i see you to Jakesully and his wife Neytiri and they both did the same.

You turned around and cought the eyes of two boys that looked around the same age as you. They both did the sighs of i see you and you did one back. They where supprised i mean you where taller then most girls they seen, stronger and you did look bit intemedated, but you where very beautiful.

Then your mother came, you knew you mother was way stricter and more harder on peaple she didnt know, to outsiders, but you where to, not as much as her tho, you where a mix of both your perents.

"I see you Ronal, tsahik of Metkayina." gretted Jakesully " I see you Ronal." followed Neytiri.

"Why you come to us Jakesully." asked father. "We seek uturu." responded Jakesully.

"Uturu?" mother said in disbelieve, i was shoked. "Yes, a refuge for my family." Jakesully said. I decided to speak up "We are reef peaple, your forest peaple. Your skills mean nothing here."" We will learn your ways. Am i right?" Jakesully asked his wife desperet. "Yes."

You mother started looking at the forest peaple touching there arms, tails. "There arms are thin. There tails are weak. Your be slow in water." mother told, i agree what are they doing here there just ganna end up dead.

Mother then holds up a girls hand showing that there are five fingers insted of four. "These children are not even true navi." "They have demon blood." mother shouted. Everyone gasped, i hissed, demons how dare they show up here. I was getting annoyed.

"Look. Look. I was born with the sky peaple, and now i am navi. Alright? We can adapt. We will adapt. Okey?" Jakesully said trying to work with the peaple to let them stay. "My husband was Toruk Makto. He led the clans to victory against the sky peaple." Neytiri said getting mad. She looked at my father who looked awey, then she looked at me but i didnt looked away i held my chin high staring down at her with narrowed eyes. She was right he did win, but why run awey then, why hide. "You call this victory? Hiding among strangers?" i asked hissing, Neytiri looked down not knowing what to say. "It seem Eywa has tern her back on you. Chosen one." mother said witch angerd Neytiri who hissed at her and my mother hissed back.

I prayed my mother awey from Neytiri not wanting things to get ugly. I was starting to get really tired from all this. I held her by her shoulder and one hand on her stomack to calm her down. Jakesully did the same getting infront of his wife apolagizing fro her behavior. I just glared at both of them.

You looked at your father seeing that he is uncomfortable about the situacion, so you decided to speak "Toruk Makto was a gread leader. All navi peaple know his story. But we Metkayina are not at war. We cannot let you bring the war here."you told Jakesully getting frastueted, you dont want youre peaple to die or get hurt just bc of them, you dont want war.

"I dont want war. Okey? I just want to keep my family safe." Jakesully responded desperet, looking at you then your perents.

You perents and you looked at eachother.

"Uturu has been asked." said Neytiri.

You werent sure, what if they do bring war here, you dont want that you want your peaple safe, your family, your loved ones.

Your mother still didnt like the idea, but your father had a strong heart. Yor mother looked at you , you nodded slowly, if that what your father think is right then let it be. It was decited. "Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us, treet them as our brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea. So they will be like babies taking there first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless." father said looking at the family.

The Jakesully family thanked us.

"My son Aonung, my daughter Tsireya will show your children what to do." father said. Aonung wasnt very pleased with this "Father why-""It is decited. And my oldest daughter will teach you Jakesully and Neytiri." father countinude, i wasnt pleased eather, annoyed to say, that i had to teach them. It is easy to teach babies, kids they learn faster, but with adults it will be harder, but you did not say anything it is your father desision and you must listen.

"Come me and my sister Tsireya will show you our village." you said gesturing to Tsireya to folow you witch she happely did.

"This is for you.Your new home." you said standing infront of ther merui. "Yeah, this works. This is great.Its nice right." Jakesully responded.

(later)

As me and Tsireya went back to our merui i was stopped by non other then my sunshine Roxto.

"Ma Y/n i missed you." said Roxto hugging me from behind. "Sunshine." i responded tiredly, i just wanted to sleep now. I turned around and kissed his head.

He blushed and giggled "You seem frastureted, come walk with me. Maybe it will clear your mind" said Roxto pulling me with him. I grunted, i am tired, but seeing how happy Roxto is now i just let him drag me where ever he wants.

We stoped somewhere sitted down and just sat next to eachother, his hean on my shoulder and my arm around his weist. "I have something for you." said Roxto as he pulled out a beautiful makeshift bracelet. " I made it my self." countinude Roxto as he blushed and put the braclet around my wrist. I looked at the gift, it had pearls and pretty shels it was a very beautiful gift.

I smiled and looked down at Roxto pulling his face close to mine and kissed him. It was a passionet kiss, full of love. Then i pulled awey and started kissing his neck going down to his colorbone leaving heckeys, marking him mine.

"A-ah~" Roxto moaned. No matter how many times you and him madeout it was like first time for him. He felt so good when you to are thogether like this.

It was getting darker so you pulled awey and just looked at him and he was looking at you with a huge blush on his face and a little breathless. What a pretty sigh. You held his face "I see you Sunshine." i said. Your eyes where half lidded, you looked tired but he saw all the love you have for him. He blushe even more "I see you ma Y/n." his big eyes showing the same amont of love he has for you.

"Come now i need to take you home its almost eclipse." you said pulling him up and puting you arm around his weist and started walking him home.

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Thats is for part one of "The Sun and the Moon"

hopped you enjoyed.

Also to apolagize if there is writing mistakes, english is not my first language.

This is the first time writing something like this so please no hate.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #roxto x reader #roxto #sunshine #sunny(him) x grumpy(you)

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!

what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))

mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.

this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.

ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time

(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)

okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH

(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)

ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3

n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3

but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you

will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change

if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...

I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love

you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before

which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.

once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it

now if you get married...

I imagine cove won't propose at all

like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...

in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween

but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him

he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.

and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.

first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory

but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:

"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"

and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."

also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.

!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea

okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever

that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth

(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)

or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.

now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child

another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it

even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.

I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them

and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."

of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.

you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.

"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...

but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.

I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...

anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.

well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,

baxter."

pa."

cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.

if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.

ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course

I also think cove is very scared abt being a father

especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.

he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter

baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father

cries if they call him dad btw

if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..

cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear

either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"

n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him

if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course

but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)

well... actually no he does

hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder

adopts them like immediately basically

I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)

n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))

imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two

and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..

and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time

(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)

"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes

the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.

you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."

also!! smth I just thought of...

imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid

like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL

(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #angst #baxter ward angst #cove holden angst #angst with a happy ending

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astroyongie · 2 months

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Blackpink February Reading 2024

note: please take it lightly

Jisoo

Love: is she dating? Yes. Is Jisoo happy? She has no idea. She has no idea if the relationship she is in is actually is something she wants to take further however she also doesnt want to finish because she likes her partner to a certain extend

Career: I feel like Jisoo has cut ties with so many people in the industry, she made a huge cleaning on who she wants to have around and who she doesnt. She havent spent much time with people she likes either because she is too absorbed with work

Self: Unfortunately, Jisoo has been a little bit of an ass with her partner and a little bit of emotional manipulative towards them as well. I also feel like lately she has been moody as hell, probably due to everything happening in her private life

Jennie

Love: listen, yes she is dating but no she doesnt want to keep the relationship she Is in at the moment because she knows it lacks of commitment and it wont be something that will last until marriage and right now what she wants is someone that will give her that

Career: the way she is so hurt with someone that used to be close to her in the industry. Be aware, any rumors concerning Jennie - if info ends up getting leaked-, know it was from someone that was very close to her and she really took that personally and to heart. the deception is real

Self: overall she is happy with her life because she counts her blessings and she knows that despite the tough times she has everything one could wish for. Jennie doesnt like to dwell on her bad karma and focus on the positive. Her family has been her pilar for everything

Rosé

Love: GIIRRl, still dating but!! Keep an eye open because Rose will probably make some type of teamwork, collab or post something where her partner will in in, just because, she can (and who would notice?)

Career: she has been a little bored lately because she doesnt really know where she wants to take her career. The opportunities given to her doesnt sem to phase her enough to stay and accept it. Rose wants something that gives ethereal

Self: Rose will be focusing on her schedules that are bringing her outside Korea and overseas. She is expanding her name since she is searching for something exciting to do but also for progress and success elsewhere

Lisa.

Love: she has her priorities straight and those are her relationship. Well no news for Lisa, she is focused in providing image and adapt herself to the new life her partner wants her to have

Career: honestly she is struggling a little, because due to her relationship, Lisa might have lost quite some opportunities. But at the same time she has become a little paranoid and believes people only want to work with her to get closer to her partner. She is also overwhelmed with the fans demands

Self: again the energy of being overwhelmed is very present, I believe that she is exhausted and truly needs to rest. But her soul needs to go back to its roots and she isnt ready for that

#Blackpink #Blackpink reading #Blackpink tarot #Blackpink headcanons #Blackpink imagines #Blackpink scenarios #Blackpink astrology

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solacedeer · 1 month

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@floydsteeth thank you c: Also i should prob tag @mllorei and @m-mmiy since they asked and i didn’t answer question so heres some general Info about the fun stuff___

- Born in Rhodolite, closer to the southeast, In a town almost entirely made up of farmers

- Circumstances lead to her just leaving home super young, hitching a ride with some vintners who’d only been passing though town and were headed to a farmers market.

- Ended up staying with said vintners, they put her to work tho.

- When they had to go she wanted to stay in the capital because there weren’t any big libraries a walking distance from where they were going. Found out she did NOT like being alone.

- ‘hitchhiked’ away. Ended up on a random boat. Was really bad with harpoons. Can’t swim. Still can’t.

- when she asked them to teach her to swim they said ‘No. Just don’t fall in’ so she didn’t fall in.

- Ended up migrated to Tanzanite by her late teens early twenties. Since she is extremely receptive to any and all attention praise community she naturally gravitated toward the people who dedicated their time to follow Azel around. He likes that she can strip fruit really fast.

(small note; - She does genuinely believe in Azel though, she can’t think of a reason believe a god wouldn’t want to be incarnated.)

— ☆

I described her as like a dog or a parrot as opposed to being cool because she isn’t cool.

I’ve drawn her on my blog in the past but she’s always with Keith so she’s always got a stupid silly blank blissed out blank happy face so random info__

- For routes i always have a first Phase where her names Dimitri and then she gets called Demelza be because I’ve done that since forever, Demelzas her real name though.

- I consider her to be an Egotist, not at the expense of anybody and in such a small scale that its probably not all that different in practice then Altruism. But its still there. Because my oc’s need to suffer under the weight of their minds a little

- She fidgets with her gloves, Pinches the skin underneath, Pulls them up against her wrists, Rolls her fingers into the fabric of them.

- Extremely sentimental, still hums Oh my Darlin’ Clementine like the Ladies would while they were working whenever she’s focused. Still likes to watch people cook. Still a little comforted by the sound of crickets from a distance. Very regimental

- Good with first aid. Knows which plants are antibacterial/anti inflammatory + works as a great bandage. Had to adapt to different materials in Tanzanite.

- Good at Playing things off, her caretakers never knew much about her because she’s good at avoiding the truth. As for lying shes got too many tells.

- Overall more of a River then a Lake. Faster moving, ebbs and flows. Extremely aware of the emotions she’s having.

- Demelza (last name was Aster but im considering changing it just because that goes WAY back to when I was using her as a MYSTIC MESSENGER oc so)

also heres a better edit of her face. I’d changed some parts because it made sense geometrically but did it make sense within my heart 🤔 ? no- it did not.

#also Meta lore is that theres a split between the belle ending and the azel ending entirely dependent on whether she goes to tanzanite #because shes still an oc i put in place of belle in my head and there MUST be a rationale #‘hop in line gentlemen this azel thing can’t last forever hehe. I don’t mean that. Don’t spread that around.’#i only write camp so the girls names are bonnie brae madeline and clementine #this is all inconsequential stuff so its full of holes #I still usually pair her with keith bc i like keith.#I can’t wait for Azels route to come out how are they going to make him partner material??? Like healthy partner material

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friends-to-lovers-tournament · 9 months

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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Quarterfinals, Match 1

propaganda under the cut!

Makoharu:

They are the first ship that comes to mind when I think of friends to lovers. I know Free! hasn't been popular since 2013, bug I just love them so much... Makoto's devotion to Haru. There's even a movie that flashes back to when they're kids when Makoto says "I love swimming and I love Haruka". Soft...

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..."

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.” In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

#friends to lovers tournament #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#fuyupoly #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #free!#makoharu #tachibana makoto #nanase haruka #tournament polls #polls

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 6 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 23

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Selmy&Tyrion POV

Words: 2959

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Her nimble fingers were gentle as Ashara weaved them through Tyrion’s tangled hair. “Your hair grows longer. Would you like me to give it a trim dear Vaiko?”

Dishwater blonde hair hangs over his mismatched eyes, Tyrion moves his hand to swipe them away. The boy didn’t even remember when the last time he got his hair trimmed. Those days in Casterly Rock seemed so far behind him. He hadn’t thought once of what should have been considered his home. If he had more happier memories, Tyrion might have been able to shed a tear.

“No.” Tyrion twists a stray curl between his fingers. “I think I like it long.”

Ashara bobs her head in agreement. “Yes it does suit you.”

The salt air did wonders for Tyrion. Nothing pleased him more than to just lean his head back on a warm day and listen to the screeching of the sea birds above. Clashing of waves was better than any kind of bard that had visited the Rock. Only the open sea around him. Training even became easier too. While he wasn’t fast, Tyrion was low to the ground and could adapt to dodge and roll in order to get away from a counter-attack. Selmy realized that instead of seeing Tyrion’s body as a disadvantage, think of them as advantages instead. Both were learning from the other and despite certain shipmates poking fun at a dwarf trying to learn how to sword fight, Tyrion didn’t care. The blisters and calluses on his hands were proof that he was getting stronger. All this training wasn’t for nothing. He may never be as good as Jaime or even Barristan, but at least he’d be able to defend himself if the need called for it. Thinking about his father’s condescending sneer gave Tyrion extra energy to continue on with his training.

Ahead in the distance was a giant blur that was slowly getting closer. Tyrion had to squint his eyes to see what it was.

“Ah, we are arriving to Lys.” Ashara muses. The beautiful Dornish woman smiles on, her journey with them was almost ending. He liked her, she had a dry sense of humor much like himself and her eyes were the most vivacious shade of violet; much like those of a Targaryen. But Tyrion had noticed that he didn’t like Ashara as much as Ser Barristan did. Young in age, Tyrion knew when adults liked each other. Barristan was a man in love every time he laid eyes on Ashara. Sad blue eyes came to life once Ashara would chirp in on a discussion.

“Too bad we’re not porting in Braavos. A book I read said the Titan lets out a loud roar whenever a ship approaches its entrance, to warn the Arsenal of Braavos. That’s so cool!”

Chuckling, she leans over the side and gazes at the young boy. “I’m going to miss you, Young Vaiko.” There was a lingering undertone of melancholy when she said so.

A bitter knot chokes him when he regards Ashara Dayne. “Will you not come with us for the rest of the journey? I hear from Lys it’s not that far from Volantis. That way Barristan and I won’t have to look for another ship to sail on. We could just stay on this one. Just the three of us.”

“I am expected back home. Now that I know Ser Barristan isn’t up to something that would put my brother and Rhaegar at risk, I will be going back to Starfall after we get more supplies for the journey back.”

Pursing his lips, Tyrion looks back out to the water. “Did he tell you who the recipient is? He hasn’t told me anything.”

“I’m afraid not. The recipient is as mysterious as that box that he doesn’t let out of his sight.” In a lower voice she admits “I tried to open it, but the darn thing doesn’t even have a lock!”

Yes, it was an infuriating question on how the chest opened. One Tyrion mulled over every so often when he was bored. Many times when Selmy was asleep, Tyrion would grab the box and spend hours tinkering with it. Every night proved useless and Tyrion ended up going to bed utterly frustrated and cursing that damn box.

“It must be of utmost importance if he hasn’t told either of us.” Tyrion assumes and catches sight of said knight coming up on deck, box securely underneath his arm.

Pretending that they hadn’t just been talking about him, Ashara flashes him a stunning smile that made her dimples more pronounced. “Do you see, Ser? Lys is up ahead. We should be there within the hour.”

Barristan Selmy seemed all too aware that his time with Ashara was dwindling as well.

Ashara removes herself from Tyrion who returns his attention back to the upcoming land. As she walks the length of the deck to Selmy, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious sway of her full hips, the clicking of her heeled boots approaching him. Although Selmy did quite like seeing Ashara in her beautiful dresses, her attire suited her body’s wonderful curves.

Her smile is almost teasing, sidling up to the older knight. In a secretive manner, she presses herself closely to him. “Will you finally tell me who it is you’re delivering-” she taps at the chest that he was carrying “-this to? They must be important if a knight of the Kingguard leaves his charge.” Ashara whispers, intent lilac eyes staring him down. Her full lashes cast a shadow over an otherwise vibrant hue.

This was a delicate matter. Varys made that certain. The truth of (y/n) Lannister was not to be revealed unless it ruin whatever the Spider had planned. Being dishonest was not a trait that Selmy had, but in order to fulfill this odd request, he had to.

The fear that was in Varys’ voice made Selmy realize just how important this mission was. Varys was a confident man of much power in Westeros; there wasn’t much for him to naturally fear.

Plus, it would be unwise to give away information to someone who was technically his enemy. The House of Dayne sided with Rhaegar in this war. If possible she would do anything to protect her brother Arthur and help with the success of Rhaegar’s campaign. “I’m sorry, my lady. I made a vow that I wouldn’t tell a soul. The recipient must remain a secret.”

Even from Tyrion who had no idea that his sister was actually alive and well in Volantis.

A slither in her voice put fear into his chest. “Is it the same vow you gave to Aerys when you promised to protect him and never leave his side?”

Barristan didn’t want his last interaction with Ashara to be about the Mad King. That heavy accusation in her eyes and the disapproval that made her lips curl downward. He didn’t want to be her enemy. Damn his vow. Damn the king.

“It must be more important than protecting the king.” She continues ruthlessly. Satisfied enough that she was able to make Barristan flinch, Ashara backs off. “Do not make me regret helping you. You’re a good man, Ser Barristan. But that goodness will not save you if you are in fact trying to sabotage my brother and Rhaegar.”

He manages a smile. “I understand. You are a force to be reckoned with, my lady.”

Her smile returns as she bumps against him playfully. “And don’t you forget it.”

While the tension between them lifted, Tyrion had been listening intently. Many at Casterly Rock always underestimated Tyrion. They didn’t realize how good of a listener he was. He knew secrets he shouldn’t. Knew strategies that would crush any army.

Nerves ate away at Tyrion when he heard Ashara bring up Aerys. Tyrion could never forget that Ser Barristan was alleged to Aerys. He had grown close to Barristan during their travels. Barristan provided Tyrion a proper father figure which the young boy had been craving for. A patient teacher who was willing to work around Tyrion’s disadvantages, Tyrion wanted to trust him. So desperately Tyrion wanted Barristan to truly be a good guy.

What if Aerys had sent Selmy to hire the Golden Company to aid their armies? The chest could contain gold in order to buy their swords. If Aerys was desperate enough to win, then the Golden Company could easily do just that and destroy Rhaegar. The last thing Tyrion wanted to take part in was helping the Mad King win.

It felt good to stretch on actual land. While Tyrion had grown his sea legs, he much preferred the stable ground. The harbor was busy with stalls of vendors and people minding their own business; going about their everyday lives on their beautiful island. Tyrion had always heard that the people of Lys were one of the most gorgeous people in the entire world. He wondered who could possibly be more good looking than Ashara or Cersei. Well, Tyrion knew it to be the truth now. They had the attractive traits that those of Old Valyria had centuries ago. With their olive skin, it made the pale blonde hair and purple eyes more bright.

Bastardize Valyrian fills the air as bargains are made and vendors shout out the daily catch. All of it was enthralling that it made Tyrion’s neck hurt from swiveling his head in every direction. There was so much to see, but unfortunately they would only be staying in Lys for a short amount of time. Lady Ashara had to get back to Starfall, so Tyrion and Barristan would have to find another vessel to take them the rest of the way to Volantis.

Ashara exchanged a few short words with the captain before joining the two on the cobbled streets. “My captain will find you another ship. In the meantime, how about a drink? There are many quality taverns around the harbor. And you can taste the delicious cuisine of Lys.” She smiled at Tyrion and twirls one of his dirty curls in her fingers. He liked the affections she had given him. And she didn’t seem bothered by his deformity. Tyrion would miss her.

“If you insist.” Barristan chuckled which made Ashara twirl in front of them and lead the way.

“Yes I do! I want just a little bit longer with the both of you.” She admits. Quite easily, Ashara is weaving her way through the crowds making Selmy and Tyrion struggle to keep up with her, especially Tyrion who only stood at three feet. Barristan kept his hand clasped around Tyrion’s to make sure the young boy didn’t get lost. It was an odd feeling for Tyrion, the only people who had ever held his hand in a protective way was his sister.

For it being midday, the tavern that Ashara led them to was fairly packed with many different kinds of faces. Gruff faces, pleasant faces, sunburnt and pretty all alike. At the sight of some pleasure slaves that were skulking about, Barristan made sure to cover Tyrion’s eyes. They showed a little too much skin for a young boy to be around.

They took a table in a lone corner, letting Ashara order the drinks before sitting down. “What do you think Vaiko?”

“I haven’t seen much of Lys, but the bits that I’ve seen are amazing!” He couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. How could he though? Whenever Tywin allowed Tyrion to accompany him on his travels, he often kept Tyrion hidden and forbid him from going out. This was different. This was freedom. Freedom and acceptance.

Barristan grinned to himself as Tyrion and Ashara conversed with one another. The boy was beaming and chatting away happily.

From his periphery, he met the gaze of a young boy. A scrawny boy with sullen eyes and hair that stuck out in various directions. He didn’t look out of place, but it was clear from the amount of eye contact that he was there for him. Perhaps one of Varys’ little birds.

Excusing himself, he wonders over to the boy near the door. Immediately he hands Selmy a slip of paper. “Lord Varys instructs that you hand this note to any high priest or guard you may encounter when entering the Red Temple. This is your key inside.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs and puts the paper away safely. In a blink of an eye, the boy had fled. As if never there.

When he returned to the table, food and drinks were already there as Ashara spoke of her skepticism of their destination. “Just be wary of the Red Temple. All there is there are religious fanatics who worship fire.”

“Not necessarily.” Tyrion interjects in a smart manner that makes Ashara raise her eyebrow quizzically. “They revere fire as holy. They worship the Lord of Light.”

Placing her chin on her palm, Ashara says “You know quite a bit. Are you a secret scholar?”

Blushing, Tyrion picks up his fork. “I just like to read.”

“Even more curious. Only little lords know how to read.”

A moment of silence before Tyrion replies “That’s because I’m the bastard son of one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“You didn’t.” he takes a bite and immediately forgets what they had been talking about. “This is the most delicious thing I had ever tasted!!”

Thankfully Ashara just chuckles and drops the subject, much to Barristan’s relief. Even though Ashara was no friend to Lord Tywin, it wouldn’t be good if anyone were to find out that Vaiko was in fact Tyrion Lannister of the rich Casterly Rock. Anyone else of a lower pedigree might contemplate kidnapping the young boy for ransom. Not that Tywin would pay it. Ser Barristan didn’t want to risk it either way.

The parting from Ashara Dayne was difficult for the both of them. Tyrion tried his best not to look back at the tavern where Ashara still enjoyed drinks with her other shipmates who had arrived to join her. They returned to the dock where the captain eagerly let them know that there was a spice ship that would be willing to allow them on board. Everything was moving quickly that Tyrion didn’t have much of an opportunity to miss Ashara. Ser Barristan hustled him on the spice ship as it was due to depart in a few minutes. Back to the sea life for the duo. Tyrion wished he could have explored Lys more, but it wasn’t to be. Perhaps coming back, Barristan would allow a stay.

Eying the knight, Tyrion’s gaze trickles down to the chest that was permanently attached to him. He always seemed to keep one hand on the top, protecting it subconsciously.

“May I ask you a question Ser?”

“You may.”

“We’ve been traveling together for quite a while. I think I deserve to know who we’re delivering that box to. I can’t follow you blindly anymore. If this is all in the name of Aerys, then I might as well have returned to Starfall with Lady Ashara.”

Those watery blue eyes that often looked sad regard Tyrion silently. He waited with baited breath, wondering if the knight would be truthful. “If I tell you, you must not tell a soul.”

That made Tyrion snort. “Who am I going to tell?”

The corner of Selmy’s mouth twitched into a smile. Reluctantly, Barristan drops to one knee in order to whisper the truth into Tyrion’s ear. “The recipient is your sister, (y/n). Tyrion, she lives. She didn’t die in the fire. Somehow she made her way to the Red Temple in Volantis where she is safe.”

Abruptly, Tyrion jumps away from Barristan. Eyes wide in disbelief, for once the well versed boy was at a loss for words. Lips parted many times with questions that were hastily forgotten. Small hands curl into balled up fists. “Truly? (y/n). . . She’s alive?”

He nods in confirmation.

Tyrion sharply looks away, trying to process everything that had been revealed. For a year he had mourned his beloved sister. A sister who loved him when no one else did. Someone who had always been happy to see him when others grimaced at his presence. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“It’s a delicate situation.” Selmy admitted and looked out to the docks of Lys that were growing smaller and smaller. “I don’t know all the details exactly, but this needs to be treated with the utmost care. (y/n) being alive needs to be kept between the two of us.”

There was a sharp pang of fear. “Does Aerys know? Is that why you’re delivering. . . whatever that is to her? Is it meant to kill her??” His questions were growing frantic and Barristan had to calm him.

“Aerys knows nothing of her survival.” Quickly reassuring him, Selmy draws him closer. “He is too focused on the war with Prince Rhaegar. As for the chest. . . I have no idea what it may contain. There is no latch nor lock. Try as I may, I don’t know how to open it. Or if it can even be open.”

“(y/n) is alive.”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to go see her.”

“Yes.”

Barristan Selmy was reminded how young Tyrion was as he started to cry softly. “My sister. . . she’s alive.” **

“My lady! Has Ser Barristan left Lys?”

Goblet in hand, Ashara lowers it partially. “Yes. The captain directed them to someone who can get them the rest of the way. Sit. What’s the matter?”

The young man takes a deep breath. “I’ve heard some urgent news. From Westeros.”

Intrigued, she leans in. “What news?”

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