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dracosathenaeum · 3 years

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The Game | D.M.

Summary: You and Draco are friends with benefits but a game of spin the bottle causes you both to rethink your situation

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, slight Fred Weasley x reader (hot make out scene 👀)

Warnings: Smut, angst, daddy kink, baths, alcohol

Word Count: 3,651

A/N: You’ve just lost the game, you’re welcome xx I also wasn't going to post this tonight but @fuckingdraco and @dracoswift hyped me up, ily <3

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FOR THE NON-BRITS: touchwood = knock on wood

You weren’t anything special. No golden girl like Granger, not a descendant from anyone of significance, no. You were just you. And perhaps that was why he was so surprised when his heart started tugging at his chest every time you left his arms.

He had been with countless the girls.

He had touched you the same as he had touched Pansy.

He had kissed you the same way he had kissed Daphne.

He had held you the same way he had held Millicent.

He had fucked you the same way he had fucked half the girls in the year.

Yet you still managed to be different.

You had started out as just another pass time, but you had lasted longer than any of his other flings, and beating Pansy was a trial in itself. She had stuck to him like glue in between other flings. He didn’t hate her company; he just knew he your company hadn’t become annoying to him yet, and that was all he needed. Maybe that’s why you had lasted so long, as soon as he realised girls started falling for him, he would pull away and break things off. But it had been almost half a year of your mutual agreement and you showed no signs of infatuation, no pesky feelings that would get in the way of good sex and he liked that.

He hadn’t grown tired of you. Hadn’t begun to find your voice annoying or your kisses dull. He still loved the way you felt in his arms, loved waking up to you curled into his side and most of all, being inside of you.

He wasn’t in love, feelings may be there, but not love. Not that he was willing to jeopardise his consistent shag of course, finding another girl to take over would be easy, finding one who wouldn’t catch feelings would be the hard part. Besides, he was used to you, if you wanted to break off the arrangement, he wouldn’t stop you but he sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to do it. He would simply wait it out, wait for you to fall for him like all the others before you had. Except this time he would give you a chance, test out your compatibility perhaps, though clearly you were both very compatible in bed.

You had both set some rules early on.

1. There would be no labels attached to whatever relationship you two had

2. If either of you wish to pursue a romantic relationship with someone else, you must break off this agreement first

3. Could use the other to keep unwanted advances off

That last one was more for him than it had been for you, not many people had noticed you before you started sleeping with Draco, but none had attempted to even flirt with you since the two of you became public. Everyone knew of course, that you weren’t together together, just fuck buddies as it were, that was all of Draco’s relationships after all. But that didn’t mean anyone dared try to interfere.

Astoria Greengrass. The younger sister of Daphne Greengrass, someone Draco still considered a friend despite their history and her feelings. Astoria however was not someone anyone expected to try and cosy up to Draco, especially considering how Draco’s arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist as she threw on a flirty smile. Astoria was innocent, she was young, and her sister had surely warned her away from him judging by the look of hurt flashing across the elder sister’s face. Yet here she was.

A 7th year party was the last place you expected Draco to be stolen from your side, but you let him go, you don’t really have a say after all, rather, he’s the one that lets go of you.

You knew the game well, you had watched the girls before you fail at the final hurdle but you were determined. You had first noticed him properly in 3rd year, started developing feelings in 5th before finally getting your chance in 7th. You had managed to catch his eye; you had learnt the failures of the previous girls and you used it to your advantage.

You finally had the chance to be something more, to pretend he loved you when he held you, when he fucked you, when he moaned praises in your ear. You wouldn’t ruin your chances. Not yet. Not when you had spent the past 6 months hiding your emotions, willing your face to give off no sign of jealousy. There was only one emotion you found hard to find, hurt. But that usually came after he was gone, when he wouldn’t stay some nights and instead left you the second he was done with you. Those were the nights that you realised just what kind of game you were playing, that in the end, you would be the one to lose everything.

You try not to look, you really do. But it’s an itching behind your eyes, fingers fiddling with the cup you’re drinking out of and it’s the anger in Daphne’s eyes as she watches their exchange that makes you finally turn and look. He’s leant against the wall with Astoria stood infront of him, fingers innocently strung together as she stared at him from under her perfectly curled eyelashes. A whisp of her perfectly curled hair falls infront of her face, you watch as her mouth forms an innocent ‘o’ before trying to blow it away only for it to fall back. Her giggle makes you want to hex her. Draco tucking the strand of hair behind her ear makes you want to shave her head. The flush that comes across her face at Draco’s actions and his hand that lingers in her hair a second too long has you joining in on the spin the bottle game you had previously sat out of.

Downing the contents of the glass in your hand, you wince at the burn before sitting at the empty spot between a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

You look up to see yourself directly across from Cormac McLaggen which has you cursing under your breath and sending a silent plea to every god and deity there is to save you from that. Anyone but him.

You cheer when the circle cheers, watch as horny teenagers practically swallow each other’s tongues. Cormac gives you a greasy smile that has you wanting to get up, but it’s better than watching Draco and Astoria flirt their perfectly compatible arses off.

“Anyone but that bastard McLaggen.” You whisper it just before you spin, hoping that it works in your favour rather than jinxes it, tapping the table leg behind you with a quick “Touchwood” just to cover all grounds.

You’ve fucked it.

It spins, but the universe is mocking you. It slows down, likely to land on fucking McLaggen. He could be a fucking prince for all you cared but there was no way you’d let that slimy shit kiss you.

You cross your fingers, willing for it to pass him. And for a while it looks like you’re screwed, but just as you’re about to feign alcohol poisoning it passes him, by barely an inch, but all the same it passes him. You watch with wide eyes as it lands on Fred Weasley by that one inch and you let out the breath you hadn’t known you held. The worried expression on your face quickly became one of relief, a look of relief could’ve been mistaken for happiness, and for a certain blonde, it had.

Fred raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not expecting that reaction from you, before offering you a toothy grin that you return before crawling to where he sat, settling your arms around his neck as his guided your face to his.

You couldn’t stop the moan that sounded at the first touch of his lips against yours. They didn’t know your lips as Draco’s did but that didn’t stop him from being a damn good kisser, knowing exactly where to put his hands and when to use his tongue. Fred Weasley was good. You briefly wonder if the alcohol was why you couldn’t pull away but that didn’t matter when he took your lower lip between his teeth and bit hard.

Forgetting yourself and where you were, you didn’t object when he grasped your thighs in his hands, pulling you to straddle his lap. You don’t hear the cheers erupt around you; you don’t hear Astoria shout after Draco as he leaves her mid conversation, and you don’t notice he’s gone until Fred pulls back to catch his breath.

You catch Pansy’s gaze from over Fred’s shoulder and that’s when you realise something was wrong.

She was smirking at you.

She only ever did that when things had gone her way, which, when concerned Draco, was never a good sign.

You were in half a mind to just turn your head slightly and kiss the man you were sat on senseless again, especially with the way his fingers gripped your thighs under your skirt. But you also knew they were trying to keep you from running as soon as you could, as if knowing you would inevitably follow the Slytherin out but wanted you to stay anyways.

Your head drops to Fred’s shoulder, breathing in a scent you could only describe as homey and warm, the opposite to Draco’s crisp, sharp aftershave, a scent you loved and could almost describe as home.

All these years and not even a magical first kiss with someone (though you were very drunk) could waver your love for him.

“Draco is one lucky bastard.”

“I’m sorry, Fred.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a game after all.” You grimaced at his tone but dug yourself deeper into the hole.

“If it’s any consolation you are a damn good kisser.” Complement a man then leave him high and dry for another, great job y/n. You were doing great.

“The second he fucks up you know where to find me though yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that left you lips, in a life where you weren’t already enamoured with Draco, perhaps this could’ve been the start of something.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

His fingers slip from your thighs, offering you a hand to steady yourself before you take off, the bottle continuing to cause messy drama as you watch Harry’s spin land on Theo. Damn Draco and his fucking temper tantrums for causing you to miss that moment.

The walk back to Draco’s room sobered you up, head clearing and realising what him leaving meant. Was he mad that you had kissed another person or was he… jealous?

You had never let yourself hope before, but then again, you had never found a reason to.

He’s waiting for you, pacing around the room with his brows furrowed in a way that reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum. The thought of it making you laugh, giving away your presence in the room.

“Draco, I-“

He pushes you against his door, hands trapping you against the hard wood of the door behind you as his mouth swallowed your words. His hands worked quickly to strip you of your clothes as you tried to reciprocate his actions as best as you could, mind whirling as this was not where you had expected this to go.

Fred’s kisses had been new, they’d been exciting and addicting. But Draco’s? Even whilst he was pissed and rough, they were home. Lips you were used to, lips that could mould to yours perfectly instantly, lips that knew exactly how you liked to be kissed.

He pulled away to bring his mouth to the column of your neck, giving you a harsh suck where he knew would have your knees buckle, using the movement to sweep you off the floor and onto his bed.

Draco works fast when he’s angry, nothing in his mind but fucking his anger out of his system. He’s out of the remains of his clothes before you even have a chance to catch your breath. He stares at you with an unreadable expression so you match his, your features showing indifference rather than the usual lust you would allow yourself.

His narrows his eyes at you one last time before he brings his body between your spread legs, his warm mouth making contact with your cunt, tongue swirling around your clit. Your hips raise of the bed, wrists pulling at the charm that held them in place over your head as the rest of your body tries to get as close to the source of pleasure as possible.

A whine leaves you as his mouth stops its ministrations, one of his hands pushing your writhing hips back onto the bed as his darkened eyes find yours once more.

“Good girls behave, y/n.” You can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips when eases a finger into you, eyes never leaving yours.

A second finger joins the first, curling at a certain angle that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a heavy weight starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Only good girls get to cum y/n, you haven’t been very good tonight, have you?” The tightness in your stomach ready to uncoil when his lips met your clit again, giving a harsh suck before pulling away from you completely. Without his hands holding you down your hips rise up, following his fingers as they pull out and away from you, his cold gaze telling you everything you needed to know.

“I’m sorry Draco, please. Please. I was so close; I swear I’ll be good from now on. I promise. Draco please.”

“I don’t think you have.”

He’s standing again, hands on his hips, tongue running across his lips, the lips that had just almost pushed you over the edge. You didn’t have time to be frustrated over the near orgasm, besides, Draco had a thing for orgasm denial, you were all too used the edging.

“Unbind my arms.” He raises an eyebrow at your attempt to shift in power, but does as you ask all the same.

Your hands reach for his heavy cock, mouth giving a tentative suck at the swollen head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. Your hands give him a few hard strokes before you take him back into your mouth, eyes watering as you struggle to fit even a third of him in your mouth.

“As much as I love to see you choke on my cock, I don’t think you deserve it today.”

You stare up at him through your eyelashes, the twitching of him in your mouth was all the confirmation you needed to know he was very much enjoying the view of you struggling to accommodate the size of him. 6 months of practise but you still couldn’t manage to take him in all the way.

His hands cup your face as he pulls you off his cock, replacing it with 3 of his fingers instead. His fingers press down on your tongue, forcing your head back, the rest of your body following as he lowers himself over you, his free hand already lining himself up with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

All it would take would be one small shift of your hips and he would slip inside of you but the last time you had tried that he had bent you over his knee and slapped your cheeks until they were burning. You knew when to test him, and right now was not the time.

“Please fuck me Draco, I’m yours-” You’re not done practically purring your words when he thrusts so that his hips are flush with yours, giving you no time to adjust before he starts pounding into you with deep satisfying thrusts that have you drooling on his fingers.

His hands hold yours above your head, his mouth hot against your ear as he grunts and reminds you of who you ‘belong’ to.

“That Weasley could never fuck you like I can. This cunt is mine; it’s made for my cock and my cock only, do you understand?”

You whimper as your only response as his hips switch from their long deep thrusts to sharp snaps of his hips against yours, his mouth still reminding you who you belonged to.

“This cunt is mine; do you understand?”

You don’t know if you had responded with a “yes” or if it had simply merged with a moan to become incomprehensible.

“Yes what?” His hips continued their thrusts all the while, never losing their rhythm as your body arched into him and squirmed trying to get closer.

“Yes, daddy.”

You don’t call him that a lot, only when you’re truly in need of a trap card and apparently you were as it fell naturally.

His eyes snap up to meet yours, his grey eyes turning even stormier than before as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and fingers finding your swollen clit again.

“Be a good girl for daddy and cum.”

You don’t have to be told twice and finally let go of the heaviness in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his as your body clings onto him, mouth unable to keep up with his kisses. The sight of you lost in pleasure, body writhing under his own, the fact that he had been the one to bring you this much pleasure was all he needed to paint your walls white. You hadn’t even noticed his stuttering hips, hadn’t noticed him still before pulling out. You were still in a daze, collecting your breathing as you came down from a high you had never experienced before.

“Are you okay?” You blinked away the blurriness in your vision to see Draco’s worried eyes scanning your face, hands keeping your gaze on him. “Was I too rough love?”

You know you must look horrendous right now, sweat coating your skin, a dazed expression on your face but you still give the biggest smile your tired muscles could.

“I’m perfect.”

“Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please.”

You’re in that space between reality and dreams when he picks you up, an arm hooked under your back and knees. He places you on the toilet first, you made the mistake of forgetting once and you made him promise to never forget again.

You watch as he moved around the bathroom, eyes appreciative of the view. Watching his back muscles become taunt as he stretched was something you could never get tired of. The red markings down his back from a couple nights ago were still prominent, you had offered to heal them, but he insisted on wearing them like ‘battle scars’ to show off in the quidditch changing rooms, you had rolled your eyes when he gave you that reason.

He had charmed the bathtub to fit the both of you, sliding in first before helping you step in. You rest against his chest, humming appreciatively as he runs his hands across your skin, focusing on the way they felt rather than the ache between your legs and on your wrists.

“I mean what I said.”

“hmm?” you had almost fallen asleep, his voice pulling you out from your haze.

“You’re mine. All of you. If you’ll have me.” You’re fully awake now, body tensed up as you realise exactly what he meant. You turned your body to face his, ignoring the water splashing over the sides of the tub as you settle between his legs again, facing him, “You want me? What happened to wanting no strings attached?”

You knew the game he played well, you wouldn’t fall at the final hurdle, if that was even what this is.

“I want you y/n. I’m not going to spout some bullshit love confession like some first year drugged on Amortentia, but I can’t share anymore.” Draco Malfoy was bad at communication but good lord this was a new low even for him. You were half inclined to continue feigning indifference to protect what you had, but the other half was greedy. Draco was offering you more, how could you not take this opportunity. You had beaten the game, you had gotten Draco to want more with you, well at least you were 70% sure.

“Is this some roundabout way of you asking me to be your girlfriend?” His upper lip twitched as you said the word girlfriend, the action making your own eyes drop to the space between you. Wet fingers cup you face, bringing your face back to his as he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. You had had lazy kisses together before, during lazy morning sex. But this, this was slow and meaningful and full of emotion. He might never be good with words, but this, this would be enough.

You pull away from him by a hair’s breadth, lips only millimetres apart. “Okay.” Each syllable you said caused your lips to touch again, neither of you moving just yet. He lets out a shuddering breath that he must’ve been holding in, a grin covering his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re lucky you asked now, I was hoping to visit Fred soon.”

The ache between your legs only became worse as he kept you awake for the rest of the night, edging you and taunting you for hours to prove you belonged to him and that a Weasley wouldn’t even begin to compare (too bad you never got the chance to).

Waking up with sore limbs and a satisfying ache all over your body was worth every second it had taken to get here. To win Draco Malfoy.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Keeping You Safe - Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Request: ‘can i request? frank castle x reader where she has a stalker, frank finds out about it and takes care of it please’ - anon

Warnings: fluff, angst, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: stalking, tw: guns, swearing

Words: 1736

A/N: Hope this is okay, anon! Thank you so much for the request! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

The restaurant you worked in was rather rowdy tonight – that seemed to be its default setting lately – on rowdy nights such as this, you normally just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. However, tonight you were so glad that you were rushed off your feet; you were on bar duty tonight so the drink orders from customers just kept coming. It did well to distract you from the man who was staring at you from across the busy street.

Nick had started off just as a regular customer but lately it had seemed that he was following you. At first you thought that you were just being paranoid but Nick had begun to turn up at your local grocery store and the gym at the same time as you. He wouldn’t do much apart from watch you which unnerved you. These could have just been coincidences but when he began turning up at your regular haunts and there were weird calls on your cell phone, no voice, just heavy breathing. You had reported all of this to the police but there was nothing they could do and they didn’t seem to be taking your case seriously. It infuriated you.

As you were making a vodka cranberry, your co-worker whistled and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “oh look, Y/N! Here’s your boyfriend.”

You glanced up and your insides turned to mush and you felt a smile spread across your face as you watched the handsome man who was heading towards you with a grin on his face. To everyone else, Frank looked menacing but you knew that he had a soft interior, though he wouldn’t usually show it.

“Hello, angel,” he chuckled as your cheeks flushed, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

You glanced down at your plain black work clothes with a raised eyebrow, “if I didn’t know any better, Mr Castle, I would say that you’re trying to flirt with me,” you giggled.

Frank let out a smirk, “can’t blame a guy for trying,” he chuckled, rapping his knuckles on the bar, you smiled as you kissed him on the cheek. You had had a crush on him for the longest time.

As you poured his drink and placed it in front of him, you chanced a glance outside, breathing out in relief when you saw that Nick was nowhere to be seen, “so,” you started, leaning against the back bar, smirking at Frank as he took a sip of his beer, “what’s new with you? I haven’t seen you for a few days and I know that a lot can happen for you in a couple of days,” you teased.

Frank laughed, rubbing his hands on his jeans, shrugging as he licked his lips, later you would deny that your eyes followed his tongue, “cracking skulls and taking names.”

“Typical Punisher behaviour,” you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully.

As you and Frank began to catch up you glanced away from his gorgeous face for a second when you heard someone pull a chair out. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as your body went cold with dread and you felt the colour drain from your face. Nick was sitting at one of the tables, just staring blankly at you.

Frank saw the expression on your face and he trailed off, turning around to follow your unwavering gaze. Nick almost shrunk back beneath Frank’s hard stare but he wouldn’t stop staring at you, “can we help you, man?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Nick shrugged and thankfully looked away from you and you released the breath that you’d been holding. Frank turned back round to look at you, his eyes were soft as he looked at you in concern, “is that guy bothering you, Y/N?” he asked.

You shook your head, offering Frank a small smile, though your heart was racing, “he’s harmless,” you lied, you didn’t want to tell Frank the truth about your stalker because he had enough on his plate right now.

“Okay, if you’re sure, but I’m walking you home tonight.”

You flushed as you smiled at him, “thanks, Frank.

True to his word, Frank stayed with you as you cashed up the till and the late night drunken stragglers stumbled out. Nick was the last one to slink out of the bar beneath Frank’s glare. Frank scoffed as he turned to face you again, “you let me know if that guy becomes an issue.”

You giggled, you were glad in this case that Frank was so protective over you, “I will.”

You walked down the street with Frank’s warm arm around your shoulders and you couldn’t help but smile, it felt so natural to be with him like this. When you reached your apartment, Frank grinned at you, “when are you in work next?”

“Thursday,” you smiled, “I’ve got a few days off, why?” was he about to ask you out?

“Could I walk you back home again? I get worried about you.”

You thought it was sweet of him to offer but you couldn’t stop the wave of disappointment that you felt in your stomach, “I don’t need a chaperone, Frank.”

“No, I know, I know but you know what I’m like,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled as you relented, “that would be great, thanks Frank.”

Frank nodded and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, “goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Frank,” you grinned as he stood and watched to make sure that you got in safely.

On Wednesday morning you got a call asking if you could cover somebody’s shift that evening, you were going to say no but you really needed the money. So you agreed to do the shift, you probably should have called Frank but you didn’t, like you had told him before, you didn’t need a chaperone. You weren’t about to become dependent on him.

Your shift passed by with no incident, but at the end of the evening, just before you were about to close the doors, Nick walked in looking at you with that sleazy smile that made your blood run cold, “Nick, hi. We’re actually closed now, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair, “no, I know. I was just wondering if I could speak to you.”

You swallowed and nodded, forcing a smile on your face, “of course, just give me a moment,” you walked behind the bar to where you kept your phone and you decided to text Frank in case anything happened.

You: SOS, I’m at the bar, that man has come back, I don’t know what’s gonna happen but I might need your help x

“So, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering whether I could take you out on a date sometime.” Nick asked and you bit your lip.

“Oh, Nick. I’m sorry but I don’t really like dating customers, I would prefer it if we could just stay friends.”

There was deafening silence for a second before he scowled, “don’t date customers? You looked pretty cosy with that customer the other evening! If I can’t have you no one can!” The night took a sinister turn as he whipped out a gun and pointed it at you.

Immediately, you held your hands up and you felt tears fill your eyes as you willed Frank to hurry up, “Nick, it doesn’t have to be like this, please just put the gun down.”

“It does have to be like this! Don’t you get it, I love you, we belong together,” he placed his finger on the trigger.

It was then that Frank snuck up behind him, so he didn’t startle Nick and he knocked the gun from his hand and pounced on him, pinning him to the floor, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?” Frank yelled, bringing his fist to punch Nick in the face. Nick groaned in pain as his nose burst and the blood sprayed Frank.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch in horror, when you finally found your voice, you called out to Frank, “Frank, no! Frank!”

Frank ignored you as he kept on punching Nick until he grew limp, “you’re going to kill him stop!”

Frank listened to you this time and ran over to you with blood all over him and he pulled you into his arms, “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just shaken up,” you stammered, “you saved my life, thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank looked at you with a mingled look of hurt and concern on his face.

“Let me clean you up at my place and we can talk about it,” you sighed as you took him by the hand. Frank dragged Nick out onto the sidewalk and only called an ambulance when you had begged him to; you didn’t want Nick to die.

When you got home, you sat Frank in your bathroom and began cleaning the blood off his face, “you didn’t tell me that you were in work tonight,” he whispered in a gruff voice and you sighed, running your fingers through his hair.

“I told you that I don’t need a chaperone, Frank and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Frank scoffed, “you wouldn’t have bothered me, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me about that guy? In fact you lied to me the other night. Had he been stalking you?”

You nodded, “I thought that I was just being paranoid but yes, he was stalking me,” you shivered, “you’ve got enough on your plate already, I didn’t want you to have to deal with anything else.”

Frank sighed as he took your hand and looked at you sadly, “sweetheart, I wouldn’t have minded, I just want to keep you safe,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “god, I really want to kiss you right now.”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach as you smiled, “take a shower first,” you giggled, “thank you, for saving my life Frank.”

“Always, Y/N.”

That evening, there was a news report about Nick being hospitalized; he was practically drinking through a straw. You knew that Frank had had no choice, Nick would have killed you but you couldn’t help feeling guilty. Though, at the same time you were glad that Frank had been around to keep you safe.

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 3 years

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The Night of the storm.

X-orcist au. Dreams, Demons and Desires.

Synopsis: pre X-orcist, where the story starts. The worst night of Dreams life, and the last night of Nightmare's. Angst piece. Make sure to check the tags for potentially triggering topics.

It hadn't been an intentional kiss. Not planned. Not anticipated.

All those years Nightmare had dreamed of doing it, the nights he'd stayed up hugging his pillow. The times he'd let his mind wonder to the sound of Dreams voice. Every dream he'd had where he'd wake up shaking and warm afterwards. It was a longing that had pulsed in his soul for years, which stretched far beyond the brotherly love.

He should feel disgusted in himself right? It was his own dust and bone, something untouchable to him. But in this moment he couldn't have cared in the slightest.

He wasn't fully sure what had happened to lead him to kiss Dream, all he knew was that they were. It should have felt so wrong, but instead it was a feeling of warmth that he'd never experienced before. He loved it.

Nightmare made sure to take in every sensation as it happened. Dream tasted sweet, just as he'd always imagined. Something warm and honey-like.

"mmmhfff"

He could hear the sound of their kiss and the ruffle of their clothes as they pressed together.

Their head pieces clinched as Nightmare moved closer again. There was a lot of heat spreading through his non-existent veins and a deep craving for more that he needed to satisfy. At that moment he felt Dreams hands rest on his chest, gripping his coat. He paid no mind until he felt Dream apply pressure.

Violently and suddenly, Dream shoved his brother away parting them.

Nightmare stubbled back, feeling upset at loosing his grip. But when he turned his gaze back to dream, the disappointment faded..... Replaced only with a twisting, ill feeling.

Dream’s chest was pounding with each breath, as his whole body shook. Night felt his soul sink when he looked at Dream's expression. The shock in his eyes was shifting into that of disgust and horror.

With a low clap, Dream slapped his hand over his mouth as if he was about to be sick. In fact it looks like he might just be.

"what.... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

The words rammed around Nightmare's head and made his soul clench. He released in that moment what he'd done. Now he felts like he was going to be sick.

A sudden flush of every lewd thought he'd had for Dream in the past, pops into his mind. Even worse he remembers every time he'd had to excuse himself to relieve them. Each new memory greets him with a sick feeling.

"why would you... How could you!?"

His brothers voice sounded like white noise and was just barely in focus. His head swarmed with a million excuses, trying to justify or cover up his actions. But nothing could ever be convincing enough. Voices screamed in his head for him to lie, to say it was a mistake or an accident. But he couldn't.

His silence caused Dream to start crying. The slightly younger twin felt so confused and violated. His emotions tossed wildly inside him like snakes. How was he supposed to feel in this moment?! His brother kissed him!.

"ANSWER ME!"

He near screamed in desperation. A cry for this to all be a joke or a miss understanding. But instead his brothers next words practically broke him.

"I love you Dream"

The tears streamed down Dreams face, as his body continued to tremble. Every part of Nightmare wanted him to wipe away those tears. To hold him close like he always had. To make it ok. But how could he when he'd caused them?

"Dream I can't help it..... Everything about you... Its like you were made for me"

There was a feeling like a dam braking and his confession poured out of him. He told him everything. How long he'd felt this way, how he'd tried to stop but he couldn't. How every day he felt like he fell in love with him all over again and how no one else had ever made him feel the same.

Though all this Dream stayed quiet and listened. His tears fell silently down his cheeks and soaked into the top of his scarf.

"who cares what others say..... All we've ever needed is each other"

There was a glassy look in his brothers eyes, as he continued to cry, and it was unbearable to see.

Nightmare reached his hand forward "Please don't cry Dream Its ok it-

Slap

It was a sharp pain as Dream slapped his hand away, hard.

"don't you dare touch me! "

Dream tried to sound threatening, but it was impossible as his voice broke. He backed away from Nightmare, as if fearful, until his back hit the wall.

"You c-can't ever touch m-m-me ever again.... y-you're sick!"

That made Nightmare angry. How was he sick? He wasn't in control of his feelings. It wasn't his fault that Dream made him feel this way. The bright, happy-go-lucky brother had done this to him. It was his twins fault so what right did Dream have to call him sick?!

If Dream really wanted to see something sick...

He could ram him against that wall, kiss him until he was breathless and touch him everywhere. What a joy it would be to have Dream shake beneath him, Nightmare knew he'd have Dream clawing at his back by the end of it. He'd fantasied of it many times and in that moment he had every desire to take what he wanted.

But as he looked again at Dream's tear stained face, he knew he couldn't. He could never do that. It frightened him that he'd considered such a thing for even a moment. Maybe Dream was right..... he was sick.

He took a step back.

"Dream.... I"

But his brother shock his head.

Dream could feel burning shame on his face. It was a boiling hot feeling spreading through him quickly. It felt like he was on fire and he couldn't fully understand what he was feeling. All he knew what that his brother caused it and he wanted to get as far away from Nightmare as he could.

"You're a sinner! It's disgusting..... I... I...d-don't want to s-s-see you ever again"

Each of Dreams words dripped poison, it sent pain through Nightmare, hitting him over and over. It was like something was piecing him, smashing each of his bones and crawling at his insides. Having Dream reject him was something he'd tried over the years to emotionally prepare for.

But..... to have his brother look at him this way. That way. The same way many others did, with fear, disgust or perhaps even hatrid.....

He needed to run.

He didn't hesitate for another moment, not wanting to look at what he'd done for a second longer. So he ran. Ran past Dream, who had sunken into a crying mess on the floor, and out of the door.

It was raining outside and the wind swept the droplets into his face, stinging it. Yet the cold did nothing to sooth the burning heat running through him. Shame, sadness, lust, self loathing and heart break beat him in rhythm with the rain as he continued to run.

Where was he running to? He didn't know. Did he really even have anywhere to go?

It was a thick downpour of rain and he could hardly see through it. He didn't even really know what direction he was going.

But it didn't matter, as the world around him was just a blur at this point. Nothing mattered to him any more. He'd crossed a line he never should have even gotten near and the consequences were torture.

All he could hear was the sound of his feet slapping the wet ground and felt his soul twisting and wrenching as if it were battered by the wind. He turned in a new direction and kept running.

He stopped and caught his breath, doubling over slightly. He tried to collect his thoughts and quiet his hammering chest. But froze as he saw a blinding light and heard the sound of screeching tires.

******

It was the sound of police sirens which eventually drew Dream to get off of the floor. He was still trembling, as the memory of his brothers actions was still extremely fresh. So fresh that he could still taste him on his tongue. But he stood up none the less.

Dreams throat was burning from sobbing so much, and it stung as his swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

The sirens continued, and prompted a slight curiosity from Dream. Shakily, he made his way across the room and to the front door. It was still open from when Nightmare had left. He made sure to close it when he stepped outside.

It was still raining, it had been raining all night. Storms had always used to scare Dream as a kid, but Nightmare had helped him get over that phobia. Making a game out of it, hidden in pillow forts. Something safe, cosy and warm.

Tonight it felt slightly scary again.

Wiping the rain water from his face, he looked up the road to the source of the noise. There was an array of cars and people, stood in a circle around something. It was a small town they lived in, so this kind of thing was rare to see.

With his soul still hammering, he started to approach the scene.

As he got a closer look his soul completely stopped. A boiling hot feeling rain through him, followed by a deep coldness. Like being plunged in icy water.

"no...."

unconsciously His pace quickened.

"no... No"

As the scene came fully into view, he broke into a run.

"no no please NO!"

This wasn't happening. This couldn't happen. He couldn’t be seeing this.

Before he could fully reach his target a pare of arms grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Sir you're going to need to stay back"

"NO" He screamed, fighting against the police officer's grip.

"NIGHTMARE! NO! PLEASE NO"

He continued to struggle, desperately trying to reach his twin, who lay still and lifeless on the tarmac.

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D NEVER LEAVE ME!" he said, yelling as his voice turned horse "PLEASE!" he sobbed "I love you p-please..."

He stopped struggling, completely defeated "P-please.... D-don't go".

As the police officer's grip lessoned, Dream dropped to his knees, unable to stand for another second. He had no strength. All he could do is sob as the world came crashing down around him.

Nightmare still lay motionless, his blood spreading under him like wine on a white carpet, mixing with the rain, making red swirl in all directions.

There was no hope in Dream that he was just unconscious. As much as he desperately wanted it to be true, he wasn't naïve enough to really believe it.

He was dead.

Dream pushed himself up slightly, pathetically dragging himself across wet floor in Nightmare's direction. This time the officer didn't stop him, most likely out of sympathy. But Dream didn't care.

Dreams strength failed him again once he was close enough to see his brothers face. Still, cold and bloody, it truly broke him. He fell down onto the road again. There he lay, a couple inches away.

"I..."

He said, summoning all his strength to reach his heavy arm forward to grasp Nightmare's pendant, which lay just within reach.

"I'm.. so sorry" he whispered, as his fingers closed around the metal star trinket.

Weakly, he put his head down on the road and closed his eyes. Feeling numbness overtake his body and rendering him still. The ran poured. The people around him bustled. But he could hardly hear it.

He was alone.

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Original nightmare and dream belong to jokublog

X-orcist au by me and @zu-is-here. Based off of the artwork by @zu-is-here

Dreams, Demons and Desires version of the au belongs to me.

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wallwriterstuff · 3 years

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Hi! I have a second request if that’s okay! (Let me know if it’s too much or too detailed!). Can I please request a Demetri x Newborn vampire!fem!reader where when Demetri, Felix, Jane, and Alec come to Seattle to see Victoria’s Newborn Army, Demetri sees Y/n from where they’re standing, and she’s all huddled up in the corner, scared as can be because she just woke up from her vampire transformation and is now a newborn, but she has much more control than the others and she’s absolutely terrified, so she hasn’t left her corner, not even to feed. Demetri can sense that she’s his mate, so he goes to her and is able to coax her out of her corner because she also feels the mate pull, therefore immediately trusting him, and he brings her with him back to Volturra. Aro would be so excited that Dem found him mate omg. Also do you think they would tell her that she’s the only vampire that they left alive?

So this one got away from me a bit to and I totally added in a character purely because I wanted to in the moment, but here we go, a day earlier than planned!

Little Rabbit ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: Still Learning

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a bit of gore, nothing you wouldn’t expect from the Volturi to be honest.

Words: 5603

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission; newborns break the law, newborns deal with the consequences. It was a sentence they’d carried out multiple times before with flawless execution, but this time there’s a problem…what on Earth is Demetri supposed to do with you?

There were laws for a reason.

For centuries the Romanians has subjugated humankind, and after the Volturi had overthrown them, it became clear that making humans forget they ever existed would be for the best. Humans were weak and stupid yes, but they were also very angry; angry at being used as slaves and breeding stock, angry they had been mistreated and lost loved ones to Romanian cruelty. Angry humans meant rebellion and the Volturi would most certainly win that war. They couldn’t afford to decimate the human population, not when it would cause infighting amongst their kind with too many competing for a limited food source. So they had, for centuries, cultivated the myths that became popular fantasy tropes in human media. Slowly but surely those who remembered the Romanian cruelty died out, and their stories died with them, warped into fiction by carefully placed rumours and some flamboyant acting certain people had been quite happy to engage in.

In the 21st century vampires had become highly romanticised. There was a mystery about them that was glamourous, sexy, addictive. It was a form of perfection that was unobtainable – or so it was supposed to be. Vampires were most certainly still graceful, flawlessly beautiful in a way that screamed inhuman, but they were nothing like the movies made them out to be. Your last night as a human was a bit of a blur and only seeming further away by the minute. There was a street shrouded in darkness, with a flickering streetlight that did little to illuminate the concrete beneath your feet, and a breeze, something cold. The only thing you clearly remembered from that night was Riley, and that was only because he was one of the first things you saw with your new eyes when you awoke for the last time.

He was still as pretty as your murky memories dictated when you saw him the second time round, but now you were so much more sensitive to things it was easy to pick up on the more sinister aspects of his personality your human-self had simply ignored, too dazzled by this pretty man with his silver-tongue. He’d set you on fire, literally, and the burning just hadn’t stopped. It had once been a whole-body ache, nerve endings blazing and muscles twitching as you tried to outrun an internal kind of agony that scorched away your very soul. It was a futile attempt because only one thing would ease your suffering…not that you knew it. At least, you didn’t seem to.

From their perch in a multistorey car park the Guard had been watching the newborn’s make a mess for the past ten minutes. It was something straight out of the grisliest horror film, though the majority of screaming had died to wet gurgles now as the victims of their reign of terror drowned in their own blood. Most were feeding, some were fighting. A metallic screech rent the air and Felix smirked slightly as another newborn went down, his arm twisted off while he howled in agony.

“They’ve already drawn too much attention.” Demetri muttered, eyes narrowed in distaste at the scene. His stare had been drawn back to you on many an occasion. There was something…different, not quite right. The feeding frenzy was clearly affecting you, your body leaning forward in a desperate attempt to get you to feed while your mind simply refused to let you move, yet you were so obviously suffering. He couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t joined them yet when your hand was clawing at your throat, like you hoped you could rip the fire out of it maybe. You were quite obviously the deer in the headlights of the group, the least experienced, the youngest, and he felt a pang of sympathy for you. Did you even know what was happening to you right now? Had you fed before? Your body knew what it wanted and what to do so why weren’t you simply following your instincts?

A body landed in front of you, the head caved in from another’s fist, and he heard you whimper despite the distance. It made his stomach twist, brows furrowing deeply as a strange sort of longing to go to you arose in him. He was beaten to it by the ringleader, the man obviously in charge of it all with much more control and experience. He watched him crouch before you, the way you recoiled setting a fire in his gut that urged him to move move move.

“You…you’re confusing.” He admitted, head tilting as he regarded you. Demetri’s lip curled upward, body tense. What if the ringleader moved before he could get to you? You were hardly a soldier, not a fighter at all; you were curled up in the corner afraid of your own shadow, they didn’t have a place for people like you in a newborn army.

“W-what did you…d-do to me?” you rasped, your throat dry and on fire. Demetri heard the pain it caused you to so much as talk. To think of the amount of pain breathing must have caused you…

“I told you already there’s a way to make it better…we’ll find you someone to drink.” The ringleader promised, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes were alight with fury, a cold kind of anger radiating from him when he saw the state of the place. Fires were springing up now, the dangerous proximity of the flames making him cringe. You immediately scuttled away from the scene and Demetri was moving before any of the others could stop him. Maybe his gift was going haywire, but your tenor had to be the brightest, most beautiful thing he had ever come across, and it had a life of it’s own. Usually the tenors were cold, something he could manipulate at will in his mind, but yours? Yours was warm and vibrant and instead of him doing the pulling it was you pulling him. Following you was instinctual, as easy as breathing.

He’d never seen a vampire trip over their own feet before.

You were like a little rabbit, skittish and terrified. Your senses told you you were being followed but you hadn’t seen your pursuer yet, though you were almost sure it was Riley coming to drag you back to that awful house you’d woken up in. It wasn’t even a home really, the rotting foundations of a cabin long since destroyed was not your old, cosy apartment. Could you even go back there? You weren’t sure anymore. Even as far from the main high street as you were now it was so loud, every sound crystal clear and the few lights so bright it should have hurt your eyes.

The smell of salt was overpowering at the docks, the waves crashing against the pier and something electric in the air that sizzled on your tongue but did nothing to soothe the burn in your throat. Once your knees had hit the floor, jeans tearing in a way your skin no longer could, you had scrambled behind the cold, metallic wall of a dry dock. Hands pressed to your ears, you prayed for this nightmare to come to an end.

“Oh young one…there is no need to suffer.” His voice was as smooth and sweet as honey, spreading warm and thick through your body from the moment it hit your ears and relaxing some very tense muscles. Still, you didn’t know this stranger and all vampires were made to be charming, weren’t they? Look at Riley…he’d stolen your life with a single sentence. The person before you was a man though, not a boy. His features were far more refined, sharp angles that could cut glass and a piercing, knowing stare behind eyes the colour of red wine. He was crouched before you, head somewhat tilted so his throat was exposed enough that should you swipe a hand out, you could easily decapitate him. It was almost like he was submitting to you, trying to show he was no threat.

Demetri couldn’t stand to see you so torn apart by pain and fear. His heart was physically tearing in to, unable to beat yet breaking in his chest. Your wide eyes were pure black, the pupil practically invisible and swallowed by your hunger. He could only imagine how bad the burn must be by now. The moment you had locked eyes with him though it was very obvious to a man of his age and experience exactly why he had followed you, why your tenor was so irresistible to him. The world settled. Hell, it might have crashed and burned around him but he wouldn’t have noticed, not when you were looking at him like that. He had craved many things before in life, lusting for blood and flesh and all the luxuries his immortality could offer, but he had never felt a craving quite as intense as the desire he felt simply to ease your pain. It was everything to him in that moment.

You winced, the sound lancing straight through his ears and making him frown sympathetically. Despite your pain you were still dangerous. Newborn’s acted more often than not on impulses and animalistic urges. He would have to be careful with you.

“I-it burns, th-there’s s-something in – in my throat.” You gasped, hunching over a little. Demetri nodded his head.

“I expect it does. Do you know what is happening to you right now?” he asked. You swallowed, as if that would help. Your hands moved up into your hair, gripping at the roots like they were a lifeline as you curled up even tighter.

“I don’t – he said – I can’t think!” you seemed to surprise yourself when you hissed and Demetri felt the ache in his chest intensify. Your distress was palpable to him and his fingers twitched, his desire to reach out and hold you to him intense.

Mate. Mate. Mine. Protect what’s mine.

“No need to think cara mia, let me do the thinking for both of us.” he suggested, sniffing at the air and listening past the crashing waves to try to find you someone, anyone, to drink from. His nose caught it first, the sweet scent of blood rushing through human veins, and then it was his ears. Laughter erupted somewhere just North-West of your position, and even if the location wasn’t precise it would be enough to get you fed, calm you somewhat.

With an audible thunk your head hit the wall behind you, denting it slightly. Your eyes were so hopeless when they met his own he was sure you would cry if you could, your mouth twisted into the ugliest pained grimace he never wished to see on your face again.

“It won’t stop.” You whispered. You sounded so tortured. Demetri knew the feeling well enough, he had been a newborn once to and the thirst was intense, unbearable, enough to drive a person insane. He shook his head, extending a hand to you.

“It can stop, and it will if you trust me. I can make the pain go away.” He promised. He kept his voice soft, hoping not to scare you further, but you still eyed his hand like it was a trap waiting to be sprung. Gulping, your hand trembled as if it wanted to reach out, and Demetri prayed you’d take it, that you’d see he had no ill intentions. He really did just want to help. On some level you knew that. His eyes weren’t like Riley’s. Riley’s were as hard and cold as rough-cut rubies but this man…this man had eyes like rose blossoms, gentle and tender as they watched you suffer, like he really did wish to just take your pain away. His hand hadn’t wavered and neither did his patience despite your indecision. You wanted to reach out, your hand itching to do so, but you couldn’t escape the lingering feeling of hesitation. The last time you trusted a stranger you had literally died after all.

“He promised the s-same thing.” Your breathing hitched as another river of fire shot down your throat and twisted your gut. You were starving, so very hungry, but you weren’t sure how to stop the pain. How were you ever going to eat anything when you had the world’s worst acid reflux right now? The man in front of you looked pained for a moment, as if your words had truly hurt him. How could you ever question his intentions towards you when he was so different to Riley? This man radiated an aura of safety, of calm. It was a relief just being near him after the mayhem in your life you had experience from the moment you awoke with a freckled, red-headed boy staring down at you with a sneer. You weren’t sure who he was but you’d knocked him away from you so hard he’d smashed through a wall – Riley had twisted his head off with ease when the boy lunged to attack you in revenge.

Your new life had been nothing but death and agony since you opened your eyes, but this man was different. He was a breath of fresh air, a promise of something better. He brought some calm to your turbulent thoughts.

“I am not him,” he said finally, “Breathe in for me, tell me what you smell.” His instruction was simple and would do you no harm, so you obeyed. The salt stung your nose but filtered in between the bitter and the fish was something far sweeter. You mouth pooled with what you thought was salvia, body tensing as you dragged in another lungful of that scent. It had saturated the air back at the car wreckage to but you’d never quite pinpointed where it was from, only that it made you ravenous and delirious with need.

“What – what is that?” you gasped, eyes opened wide while you inhaled like an addict getting their fix.

“Do not torture yourself now, the more you breathe the more it will burn. That is food cara mia, sustenance. It will put out the fire in your throat. I want to take you to it.” He coaxed you from against the wall like he was luring a wild beast out of its cage, his movements slow and cautious, non-threatening. You let him this time. The smell was too good, impossible to resist. You had to have it and he was promising to give it to you. Besides, you were apparently super-strong, you could fight him for it, right? No, no maybe not, the thought made you uncomfortable, you didn’t want to hurt this kind stranger. His hand was warm against your own, the skin smooth as silk and sending a jolt through your body. You didn’t want to let go of him ever. In the time it had taken you to blink you were on another side of the dock, your saviour stood behind you now with his hands on your shoulders.

“What-“

“Shhh, breathe in again and follow your nose,” He instructed, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. You wanted to follow the order but his breath was as fresh and warm as sweet mint, ghosting across your skin and making you shiver involuntarily. He chuckled against your hair, low and wistful. “Let nothing distract you, not even me.” He whispered. You had unconsciously leaned back into his touch and you missed him immediately when he stepped back just a little to give you some room to think. Breathe. He’d asked you to breathe. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you caught that intoxicating scent once more. It was a heady smell, befuddling all your thoughts, and your body moved to follow it without question. You needed more. You were somewhat aware of the stranger following you, his footsteps slow and casual in comparison to your own that were hurried, impatient to find the source of the smell. You didn’t understand when you turned a corner and found yourself on the main high street, immediately blinded by the streetlights’ glaring at you from every direction and assaulted by the thudding bass and buzzing chatter from all around. You fell back into the shadows with a wince, cringing into the brick work of an old pizzeria.

“I don’t understand, I – there’s nothing here.” You groaned. Your throat was trying to tear itself apart. The stranger peered out of the alleyway for a brief moment, hummed thoughtfully and drew up his hood. His face was even more beautiful like that, shrouded in darkness while the amber glow of the streetlights’ simply made the shadows of his cheekbones longer.

“Be patient, there is time enough to learn.” He promised you, and with that he was gone. Your jaw dropped open, unable to fully comprehend that he had just…left you there. Why? Had you done something wrong? What if…oh no, what if he’d led you straight back to Riley? Maybe he worked for her. You whimpered softly, not wanting to know what was going to happen next when he reappeared without warning. A woman lay unconscious on the floor near his feet, and he held a young man out towards you by the back of his shirt, body dangling limply. Your eyes widened.

“What are – what…what…” you couldn’t get your sentence out properly, the sweet smell invading your nose once more. Demetri knew the second he lost you to the frenzy in your mind. Your eyes were no longer trained on him, no longer filled with horror at what he’d done, but laser-focused on the pulse point that was no doubt thrumming in your ears by now. You watched him not as a threat to your safety but as a threat to your food, and Demetri simply tossed you the man like a lion tamer would throw the predator a steak before stepping back a bit. The mess was to be expected and only confirmed his suspicions that this was your first feed. Your teeth didn’t quite cut at the right angle nor at the right point, but you made sure not to waste anything, readjusting your bite to ensure the burst vein spouted the saccharine liquid into your mouth and not past your cheek.

His own desire to feed grew stronger as he watched you indulge but he forced the feeling back. He had to focus on you for now. Your grip was far too tight on your prey and he heard the bones snap before the man folded like a ragdoll, his spine shattered under the force of your fingers as his flesh grew pallid, the colour drained straight from it. The sound of your frantic gulps slowly died away, and when his veins ran dry you let him drop with such utter disgust on your face Demetri couldn’t help but chuckle. Your head snapped first one way, then the next, your thirst not satiated enough to allow you to focus on him for too long when there was another living, breathing human in the alleyway with you both. He inclined his head towards her and you edged forward, wary of him now.

“She is for you, go ahead.” He invited. For a moment longer you stared him down, trying to figure him out, and Demetri admired you fully. Half-crouched, Y/H/C hair in wild disarray around your face, you looked dangerous but oh so tempting, the predator in him itching to pin you down just to see what you might do. Your skin was flawless, glowing in the half-light cast from the streetlights’ beyond the alleyway, but you were covered in blood to. To anyone looking in you might have been the ghost of a murder victim perhaps, flawlessly encased in immortality and violence. The crimson liquid had soaked your shirt, your skin stained with it and lips a more vivid shade of ruby red than even Heidi’s extensive array of lipstick’s could have achieved. He was enraptured with you from the very start as you fell on your second victim of the night. He gave the man a quick once over, listening for a heartbeat just to be sure. When he found nothing, he removed any sort of valuables or possessions that might identify the corpse and threw them into the dumpster to his right, waiting patiently to do the same to the woman you were currently entertaining yourself with.

Part of him had expected the comedown after the euphoric high of your first feed, but another part of him had hoped you would be alright. Still, as you simply held the broken body in your arms, the quiet sense of horror that dawned in your eyes was enough to make Demetri move to intervene. You gripped her tighter, not wanting to let the body go, and he gently had to pry your fingers from her bruised skin.

“We – we have to…I didn’t mean…it was…” you struggled, eyes vividly red now as they stared into his own with so much guilt and grief it shattered his resolve for a moment.

“Would you like to close her eyes?” he asked. You nodded mutely, hand trembling slightly as you reached up and gently slid the delicate skin over glassy, vacant irises. It seemed to give you some small semblance of peace at least. “Does your throat still burn?” he asked. Swallowing thickly, you shook your head. Demetri nodded, satisfied he had looked after you well enough tonight. “Good. I will ensure these two are…buried…somewhere nice. Will you wait for me here? I promise you I will explain everything in full, help you understand what is happening right now.” He vowed, his free hand gently touching your messy chin while he hoisted the dead over his shoulder with the other. You gave another numb nod, because where were you supposed to go? You were a murderer now, a…vampire. You really hadn’t believed Riley when he told you, you realised now as the shock set in. The deaths of those two just to feed you…you should have been sobbing perhaps, on your knees and praying for penance maybe, but you just…couldn’t. It felt so good to finally be free of that agonising burn, the taste had been sublime, euphoric even, and you couldn’t regret it even though part of you knew you should. Still, it didn’t change the fact two people had lost their lives and the evidence was all over you.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there alone, silently longing for your newfound friend to come back and tell you what to do next while you stared at the blood drying on your hands and shirt. It was an odd feeling, to be so lost in a city you knew so well, but you truly had no idea where your place was anymore. How could you walk the streets knowing you had killed two of the people who were once so like you? Could you even go back to your apartment? You were a murderer, there’d be investigations and…what if you ate your landlord? You winced a bit at the thought, the old woman was too kind for that kind of fate.

“What is wrong with me?” you whispered.

“Nothing is wrong with you at all cara mia, you are perfection in every way.” The smooth voice you had longed for returned and you grimaced as you faced him.

“But I killed someone.” You protested.

“As have I, and many others like us,” Demetri pointed out neutrally. You looked distressed again and he stepped forward to place a hand at the small of your waist. “Come, this conversation can wait until you have cleaned yourself up. We have a-“

“I want to go home.” You squeezed your eyes closed and Demetri evaluated you for a moment, trying to gauge whether or not you could handle a trip home.

“Do you live alone?” he asked.

“No, well, yes, but –“

“Focus, young one, the question was simple, do you live alone?” he repeated gently. Your head was a mess, he could almost hear the gears of your mind turning. Few people mentioned how hard it was to adapt to the new speeds your mind worked at when you were turned, but Demetri understood your thoughts were spinning one to the next in a rapid cycle that made it easy to distract you.

“Yes.” You said finally. He nodded his head, satisfied with the answer.

“Then lead the way.” He gestured for you to go first, following close behind as you instinctually led him through the streets. Home would be familiar, comforting, he just hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a test for you to get some new clothes and a shower. You were utterly silent, lost in your own head and almost entirely unresponsive to any of his questions as you led him at an inhuman speed down the street. It was late enough and you were moving so fast he doubted anyone would notice the pair of you so he let it happen, but you didn’t seem to be aware of the speed you were moving at either. Demetri was slowly compiling a mental checklist of all the things he’d have to teach you and get you used to. He had only gleaned one key piece of information from you by the time you reached your apartment, and he’d been replaying it over and over in his mind ever since. Your name was Y/N, and you considered it a small miracle that the keys to your apartment were still in your pocket.

The stairwell lights were loud and bright, and by the time you’d put your key in the door you were desperate to be out of the highly stimulating environment, letting your new friend in. He’d told you his name now to, and you were enamoured with everything about him now, the package complete with a nice little bow. Demetri looked confused by the scratching sound for a moment before Sulu burst around the corner of your sofa and darted straight for your legs. His excited little yips were so loud in your sensitive ear’s, but he was familiar and comforting, he was home. Demetri stopped you before you could scoop up the little beagle puppy. You looked confused and he smiled apologetically.

“I think you have no concept of just how fast or strong you are right now Y/N…if you carried on going just now you might have put your hand right through him,” he informed you quietly. You winced, making a conscious effort to go slow as you reached down to pet him instead. Demetri watched you take extra care to stroke your hand over his fur, seemingly losing yourself in the smooth texture for a moment. It calmed you, he realised.

“Hey boy, I’m home. I’m sorry I was gone so long, are you hungry boy?” you whispered. Demetri watched you go through a careful routine of mixing dry and wet food, placing his small bowl on the floor. He crunched it like a dog half starved and Demetri wondered just how long you’d been gone.

“Go and shower. I can watch the dog.” He promised. He sat on the sofa, watching the little pup playfully eat his way around the bowl while the water ran behind him. Every now and then he heard you sigh softly. The dog looked quite content with a full stomach, pattering about his home confidently until he came to Demetri. Animals didn’t typically like vampires so to speak, but the pup was perhaps too young to have sensed anything out of the ordinary and came straight up to him, head tilting as he snuffled about his trouser legs. Demetri frowned, trying to shoo him away slightly, but the pup merely thought he wanted to play, tail starting to wag as he lowered his front to the floor and lunged for his hand with an excited little yip.

You hadn’t been expecting Demetri to be having a tug of war with your dog when you stepped out of the shower, a fresh change of clothes on and your hair wet but still, no matter how much you’d frisked it with a towel, flawless. Vampirism had some perks at least. Sulu growled playfully, tugging with all his might, and Demetri growled back, a wicked grin on his face as he held the toy still with minimal effort. Your eyebrows rose.

“Are you that determined to beat a puppy?” you asked finally. Demetri glanced at you, brows furrowing slightly before he nodded and pulled Sulu in closer, his claws scratching against the wood. You winced at the sound but felt your heart melt a bit when he scooped him up with a chuckle and scratched at his tummy.

“You put up a good fight boy, but I am better.” He murmured. Good with animals and gorgeous? Was there anything this man couldn’t do? You sat beside him, wary when Sulu immediately padded over to your lap. You’d found him abandoned on a street corner in a box with a few siblings and immediately taken them all to the nearest vet, the costs be damned. They’d managed to rehome two of the five in the box, one of them being your Sulu, but you’d never heard what happened to the others sadly. He was cuddly from the get-go, desperate for contact apparently after his abandonment, and so far he had been fairly easy to train. You didn’t want to hurt your baby boy and Demetri seemed to sense it, watching you awkwardly hold your hands above his small body while Sulu tried to nudge his head into your palm.

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t if you are gentle enough,” Demetri promised you, “Very gentle now.” You managed to settle into a rhythm as Demetri spoke, explaining exactly what had happened to you that night. There were times you couldn’t quite keep the outbursts in, your frustration bursting through. Why you? You had a good life! You tried to be good and kind and had dreams and it wasn’t fair that Riley had chosen you that night. Sulu skittered form your lap into Demetri’s in those moments, but the man never held them against you, simply letting you rant and nodding along sympathetically while he explained the laws, the Volturi. You shivered, knowing deep down if he hadn’t decided to help you he would have been your executioner instead of your friend.

“So what now? I…” Don’t want to leave you. It was on the tip of your tongue. You felt lost, adrift on an endless sea. You had no clue how you were supposed to cope with all of this without someone more experienced showing you the way – your throat was already starting to burn again. It all seemed so hopeless when you’d been alone in the shower, everything crashing in on you and drowning you all at once, but Demetri was a lighthouse that held you steady and guided you to shore. Demetri tilted his head.

“You come home with me.” He said simply, like it made the most sense. Somehow, it did. Demetri was somewhat surprised at how willingly you simply packed up and left, pulling some emergency cash out form somewhere and leaving it in an envelope for your landlord. The only slight problem was Sulu, but he didn’t let you worry about that for long. Sulu wasn’t particularly sure about the plush carpets of the Volturi’s private jet, but he quite enjoyed running around on the tarmac while you waited for Demetri to return from his duties, whatever they may be.

“Why would you not tell her, she has a right to know.” Alec pointed out as they strolled back across the grass languidly. Demetri hummed.

“She does, but right now she is overwhelmed, she needs a chance to settle before I tell her of our bond. In the meantime, it will not stop me caring for her as I should. Please, all of you, be kind, you know how hard this first year can be.” He sighed, looking almost imploringly at the twins. He knew he could trust Felix with you (mostly, maybe…okay he’d have to keep any eye on that situation) but the twins were a little more…unpredictable. Jane rolled her eyes slightly.

“You say that as though we intend to sabotage your happiness.” she quipped, but her voice was as dead as the grave. Demetri saw through it; he had known them long enough. Apathy was the twins go to but it always conveyed something more if you bothered to look beyond the surface. He gave her a grateful smile and she diligently ignored it, but the unspoken agreement had already been made that they would stand by their friend when they reached Volterra.

“Oh there is one more thing.” Demetri started. He never got chance to finish his sentence before Alec opened the door to the jet. The smell of blood hit them instantly and Sulu bolted straight for Demetri, recognising his scent and excited to see him home. You were stood amongst the ruins, looking a little bashful and covered in blood once more. The pilot was at your feet, contorted and drained.

“Oops?”

Sulu had left little bloody paw prints in his wake but had quickly scrambled back towards you once he’d bumped into Alec’s threatening aura. The boy turned to look at the tracker, his expression devoid of emotion but his eyes alight with mischief.

“I cannot wait to see the look on Caius’s face when we get home.”

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #demetri volturi #demetri volturi x reader #volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #x reader #newborn mate #poor reader is so confused #sulu to the rescue

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funkylittlebard · 3 years

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Sweet Dreams, Buttercup

hey @dont-trust-humanity have fic, happedy bappedy hope you had a great day!

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Rating: Gen

Tags: Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Modern AU this is thoroughly plotless aha

Hiding below is some Geralt/ Eskel/ Jaskier fluffy slice of life stuff... hope you like it!!

The first thing Jaskier became aware of as he awoke was the smell of freshly brewed coffee. He grunted, rolled over, and jammed his head under a pillow, keen to get just a little more sleep despite the delicious smell wafting closer. He had arrived home sometime after three in the morning, so whatever time this was, it was too early. He snuffled into the pillow, and wiggled further into the mattress, his breathing heavy as he slipped between sleep and wakefulness.

Someone sat down on the bed beside him. He whined, half-heartedly trying to cling onto the pillow as it was eased from his grasp. He kept his eyes tightly closed and pouted even as he felt a large hand start to scratch at his scalp just the way he liked.

“‘M not gonna get up just for some scritches,” he mumbled into the bed. A deep laugh resonated behind him, and Jaskier smiled softly as he recognised it as Eskel’s. He flopped a hand in Eskel’s direction and a happy sound rumbled through him when he felt the man pick it up and rub small circles into his palm. Despite his claim to the contrary, Jaskier soon found himself shuffling over to Eskel’s lap for some cuddles and affection. Eskel pressed a kiss to his temple and Jaskier sighed, leaning into it. Then yelped as Eskel hefted him up into his arms and stood before walking towards the kitchen.

Jaskier clung tightly to his boyfriend’s shoulders as they moved, trusting Eskel not to drop him, but finding he was still a little scared. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was set down on the counter with another delicate kiss to the top of his head. Soon a cup of coffee was pressed into his hands, and Jaskier took a sip as he glanced about the room. Pancakes were sizzling on the stove, and someone had already gotten out the maple syrup and three sets of cutlery. Right as he began to wonder where Geralt had got to, the man strode back into the room, already dressed for work and draining his cup of coffee. He leant down to give Jaskier a quick kiss, before moving to the coffee machine without a word. From the stove, Eskel chuckled- it was a well-known fact, and source of great amusement, that there was no use in expecting words from Geralt until he’d had at least two cups of coffee in the morning. After which, he became terrifyingly competent again. It gave Jaskier whiplash each morning without fail. He shook his head fondly, and rubbed his hand down Geralt’s arm, smiling at the happy rumble he heard in response.

They stayed in companionable silence for a minute, with only the whirring sound of the coffee machine and the hissing sound of Eskel’s pancakes audible. Jaskier stifled a yawn behind his hand, and shivered, feeling suddenly cold. He should’ve pinched one of Eskel’s jumpers… they were far too large on him, and provided the best sweater paws. He took another sip of his coffee and considered moving to go and find one...but no. He didn’t want to miss a second with his boys before they had to go to work.

“What time you working, Esk?” he asked, swinging his bare legs through the air. Eskel flipped a pancake and slid it onto the plate at his side.

“I’ve got to be over there for twelve today, I think,” he said, turning back to his pan with a look of intense concentration on his face.

As Jaskier thought about this, soft hair tickled the underside of his chin. He chuckled, face lighting up with glee, as Geralt snuggled in, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s neck.

“Morning,” he grunted. Jaskier rubbed his nose into Geralt’s hair, inhaling the woody smell of his boyfriend.

“Morning,” he said, words tumbling out of him with a sigh.

Geralt’s breath was warm against his neck, and another time when he was less tired it might have inspired a different reaction from Jaskier, but that morning all it made Jaskier want was a hug. Both of his boyfriends gave such good hugs, even if Geralt was a grumpy bastard who occasionally had to be cajoled into it. They were both just so broad, and their arms were so strong, and Jaskier always felt completely safe wrapped in their embrace. He held his arms out in front of himself expectantly. Geralt, too sleepy to protest, grumbled and practically fell into Jaskier’s waiting embrace.

A soft huff of air burst out of Jaskier’s mouth with an “oof” as Geralt’s bulk slammed into him. He giggled a little breathlessly, and pulled Geralt in closer, hiding his nose in the soft white waves falling over Geralt’s shoulders.

Sadly, Geralt soon wriggled out of his grasp and snatched up the plates from Eskel, rushing to the other room with them. Jaskier chuckled to himself and slipped down from the counter. Eskel turned to meet him, smiling sweetly at him- and grabbed him around the waist, throwing him over his shoulder for the second time that morning. Jaskier yelped and wriggled in his grasp.

“You absolute brute- Geralt defend me!” he cried. Geralt glanced up at them and snorted, sitting down as he rolled his eyes at the two of them. Eskel laughed quietly and deposited him in his seat without fuss, thoroughly immune to Jaskier’s spluttered protests after so many years together.

Once they had sat down, Geralt dug into his food at alarming speed. Jaskier stared at him, wide-eyed.

“In a bit of a rush, are we?” he asked, his first forkful still hovering in front of his mouth. Geralt nodded at him, and waved his hand towards the door.

“Wanted to have breakfast with you. But I need to leave-” he glanced at the time on his phone- “now,” he swallowed his last bite of food, inhaled the last dregs of his coffee, and bent over the table to press a slightly sticky kiss to Eskel’s cheek. He reached over and ruffled Jaskier’s hair, pulling the sleepy man into a quick hug before snatching his keys off the hook and slamming the door closed behind him.

Jaskier blinked sluggishly. “Did he…” he started, rubbing at his eyes. Eskel nodded.

“Yeah, he’s gone,” he said as he began to clear away the plates. “How about you and I go get cosy on the sofa for a bit?” Jaskier staggered to his feet, and slumped against Eskel’s chest.

“Carry me,” he mumbled into the solid chest in front of him. “‘M falling back to sleep. Your cooking is too good,” he said, feeling extremely reluctant to let go of Eskel’s warm body. Was it too much to ask that he could spend the whole day following a long night at work snuggling with his boyfriends? He didn’t care- if he didn’t get cuddles in the next five minutes, Jaskier was going to write a very whiny song about the matter. He groaned happily as Eskel lead him over to the sofa and waited placidly as the other man wrapped him up in his favourite blanket. He snuggled back into Eskel’s chest, giggling when strong arms moved to hold him in place. His eyelids already felt heavy again… Eskel would just have to move him when he needed to go to work because Jaskier was exactly where he wanted to be right now. He yawned and snuggled up closer to Eskel, turning his head to rest it on his collarbone. The last thing he felt before drifting back off was a soft kiss to his temple and the whisper of Eskel’s breath as he spoke.

“Sweet dreams, buttercup.”

#my writing #the witcher #witcher fic #geralt #eskel #jaskier #geraskel

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cluelesspigeons · 3 years

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The second prompt for the hp pride fest by the lovely @girlwithacrown on Instagram! You can find the post here.

The song’s ‘Make Me Feel’ by Janelle Monae

It’s a little late (almost a week) but sshhtt, you know nothing.

Also, an enormous thank you to the amazing @nv-md for beta-reading this!!! :))

Little cw: cursing and mentions of cigarettes and alcohol

The Way You Make Me Feel

People were dancing and singing on the streets below, the orange-yellow hue of the streetlights making everything look ethereal. It was Harry’s favourite time of the day. He had just eaten a delicious home-cooked meal and was now relaxing with a glass of wine on the balcony, enjoying the slightly off-key French songs filtering up from the crowds below. The iron railing of the balcony was adorned with wisteria, the sweet smell filling his nose.

Yes, moving to France was definitely one of the best decisions he had made. Well, he and Draco had made the decision together.

Draco had come up with the idea, one day. They had been standing on their balcony back in London, quite the same way as Harry was doing now, with expensive glasses of wine in their hands and lit cigarettes between their fingers.

Draco had blurted it out, apropos of nothing, just at the moment Harry had taken a sip from his wine. “I think we should move to France.”

Harry had choked, Draco actually having to pat him on the back as he was gasping for air. “Moving?” he had managed to squeak between coughs. “To France?”

Still patting Harry’s back, Draco nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time, you know.”

“Then what…” Harry had coughed again “What brought this up now?”

“I don’t know… I just—I just imagined us standing on a balcony like this, in a small village in the south of France. It would be so much better than living in this disgustingly busy city.”

Harry had straightened again, taking a small sip of his wine to clear his throat. “Well…”

“You don’t have to decide right now”, Draco had said quickly, taking a drag from a freshly lit cigarette, “I know it’s not an easy decision…”

Smiling softly, Harry had shaken his head, entwining his fingers with Draco’s. “I’ll think about it.” He had brought Draco’s knuckles up to his mouth and placed a loving kiss on top of them.

It had taken Harry 3 months to think it over, eventually deciding that, yes, moving to France wasn’t that bad of an idea.

Draco had been delighted when Harry told him, rambling on and on about a cosy apartment he had found in a small village. He had wanted to move as soon as possible.

And so they had.

Taking a deep breath, Harry took another sip of his wine, swirling the liquid in his mouth before swallowing. It had been two years now. Two years of them living in that cosy apartment Draco had talked to about. And two years of Harry very slowly learning how to communicate with the locals. Though he would never be as fluent as Draco, his French had improved immensely. At least now, he could ask for the right bread at the bakery.

“Je voudrais un pain complet, s’il vous plaît.”

Draco had taught him the little phrase. And it was only after rehearsing for what felt like a thousand times, that Harry could finally pronounce it the correct way.

“Honestly, Draco,” he had complained, one day, after he had repeated the phrase for the tenth time, “whose idea was it to just throw every weird sound you can make with your mouth together and call it a language?”

Draco had only laughed, shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath Harry couldn’t quite catch. They practiced almost every day after that. Seeing as almost no one in the village spoke English, Draco had deemed it absolutely necessary for Harry to learn French. Even if Draco had concluded Harry was a completely useless student.

How Harry had survived seven years in Hogwarts, Draco didn’t know.

“What are you thinking about, darling?” Arms wound themselves around Harry’s waist, a pointy chin resting on his shoulder.

Harry leaned back against a sturdy chest. “Hmmm… just thinking about our French lessons.”

Draco snorted next to Harry’s ear. “I don’t understand how you’re so bad at learning the language.”

“Well, not everyone had the privilege of speaking more than one language while growing up.”

Another group of people passed on the street below, their drunken giggles filling the warm evening air. Harry closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on Draco’s shoulder. “I could go for a little walk, right now.”

“Of course you could,” Draco’s lips brushed the side of Harry’s neck, “you and your strange midnight walks.”

Harry rolled his eyes, turning around in Draco’s embrace. “You love going on midnight walks with me.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned closer. “It’s romantic.”

Grimacing, Draco shook his head. “You’re an absolute sap.” He ignored Harry’s lips curling into one of those far too smug smiles. “It’s disgusting.”

“Mhm”, Harry turned to place his empty glass on the small table, “let’s go for that walk then.”

He stepped out of Draco’s embrace. But before he could go inside Draco stopped him. “Wait! Harry, I…”

Harry turned back, a frown crossing his face. “Draco…?”

Draco was still standing on the balcony, his silvery blond hair gleaming in the light of the street below. He was staring at Harry, a look in his eyes that hadn’t been there in months. His hands were clasped in front of him, though Harry thought he could see them shaking slightly.

“Draco, what’s going on?” Harry took a step closer, one of his hands reaching out to Draco.

But Draco shook his head. “Nothing is going on”, he said softly, “I just…I need to tell you something.”

Harry’s frown deepened as he watched Draco run a shaking hand through his hair. This wasn’t about what he thought, right? Not after the lovely evening they had had so far? Harry had cooked them a delicious meal and Draco had brought home a fine French wine. They had had a comfortable candle-lit dinner, talking about their days, making plans for the weekend.

Surely, this couldn’t be the moment Draco decided he had enough of their relationship…

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while”, Draco began. He wasn’t looking at Harry now. “I— oh, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Draco,” Harry closed the distance between them, ignoring the slight tremble in his hands as he cupped Draco’s face between them, “you know you can tell me everything. We’re a team, remember?”

Draco nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He smiled softly when Harry’s thumb started stroking his cheekbone. “I just… I repeated this so many times in my head. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that!”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay.” Taking a deep breath, Draco met Harry’s gaze. “There’s something about the way you make me feel”, he took another deep breath.

“All of those feelings I’ve got, I can’t explain it. I know I sometimes second guess your intentions, even after all these years we’ve been together. But we’ve come so far and I sometimes find myself wondering if this…” Draco gestured around him, “if this whole life isn’t some kind of joke, some kind of dream. I’m scared I’ll wake up one day and everything will be gone.”

Shaking his head, Harry opened his mouth to protest but Draco put a finger against his lips, silencing him.

“I’m not done quite yet”, he smiled. “As I was saying, you make me feel powerful, Harry. Whenever you’re by my side, I feel like I can take on the whole world. So that’s why…”, Draco fumbled for something in one of his trouser pockets, “that’s why… hold on a moment, I can’t find what I’m looking for.”

A frown had appeared between his eyebrows as he frantically patted his pockets. “Oh Merlin, where the hell is it?”

“What are you looking for?” Harry asked. He had taken a few steps backwards to give Draco some space whilst he searched for whatever it was he was looking for.

“The whole point of what I’m trying to say!” Draco exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “I think I’ve lost it… oh Merlin, I’ve actually lost it!” He ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the blond locks. “I can’t believe I managed to fuck things up—”

“You didn’t fuck anything up, Draco.”

“—Normally, you’re the one to lose things or screw everything up—”

“Hey!”

“—What am I going to do now?”

Harry stepped forward again, taking Draco's hands out of his hair and entwining their fingers together. “Calm down, love”, he said gently, “everything’s fine. You didn’t mess anything up.”

“Yes, I did!” Draco exclaimed. “I messed up the perfect opportunity to bloody propose to you! And it’s all my fault! How could I be so stupid?”

“Wait”, Harry put up a hand to stop Draco from talking, his eyes as wide as saucers, “you were going to propose?”

Draco stared at Harry, a muscle in his jaw twitching and then…

“Bloody, fucking hell!” Draco exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands in the air before letting his head fall into his hands. “I can’t actually believe myself! Could this get any worse?!”

Still slightly baffled, Harry answered, “I could always say no.”

Draco peeked out from between his fingers. “Not helping, Potter.”

Harry chuckled then, peeling Draco’s hands away from his face and leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “If it helps you at all,” he whispered, “I would gladly marry you.”

“But I didn’t give you a ring…”

“I don’t care about the ring, Draco. All I care about is that you actually want to marry me.”

“You do?”

“Yes, of course!” Harry placed a kiss on the palm of Draco’s hand. “The most important thing is that I love my sappy boyfriend enough to marry him, don’t you think?”

“Don’t call me that”, Draco said, rolling his eyes, though Harry could see a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can’t believe this actually didn’t go the way I intended.”

Harry shrugged, pulling Draco closer so they were standing chest to chest. “You got what you wanted, right?”

The smile now fully spread across Draco’s face. “Well, yes. Yes, I did.”

“Good”, Harry said, and closed the small distance between them, his lips lovingly caressing Draco’s.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, making a satisfied noise in the back of his throat.

When Harry pulled back eventually, he was smiling broadly. “How about that walk now?” he asked. “A little midnight walk with your fiancé.”

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#drarry #writing #my writing #hppride2021 #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #harry x draco #make me feel #make me feel by janelle monae #it’s late #but it’s here #and that’s the important thing #marriage proposal #failed marriage proposal #but it ends good #France #yeah they moved to France

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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Bear cuddles

Henry Cavill x reader

Word count: 1.581

Warnings: bit of expressive language + pure and utter fluff <3

I just got my period and I needed to write myself some comfort fluff to pull myself through.

Ps. nesting is one of my favourite things to do when on my period party :3 Try it, do it!

(Link to my Masterlist)

It was Friday afternoon and you all but wanted to cry, your heavy legs carrying you up the stairs to your apartment at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Your neighbours were already well into their weekend celebrations as you heard their loud music booming through the hallway, the thin walls definitely not managing to silence their ill choice of mumble rap “music”. You sighed, digging through your pocket to find your keys. Hmm. No keys. Your bag perhaps?

Shrugging off the heavy bag from your shoulder you squatted down on the floor to dig through the gazillion little things that made out to be your ‘bare necessities’ while on the road. Some basic make-up, writing gear, a usb drive, a tiny sewing kit, a spare pair of leggings, a few peppermints…but ..no keys.

Darn it!

When did you last see them? Your mind was a bit of a blur as you had practically been on zombie-mode ever since getting up. You had been having a rough night as you had just gotten your period. And the many days of working late this week sure didn’t help either. But this? THIS?!

Just your luck.

You could only remember pulling the door closed this morning as you had to rush to the bus stop. Wait. Rewind a bit. Pulling..the door..closed. Oh FUCK. You left your keys inside! How did this always happen to you?

Annoyed with your own stupidity you pulled your phone out of your pocket - thankfully you didn’t lose THAT - and opened your contacts list. Scrolling through the many names your panic started to take a hold of you. Your best friend was out of town. Your ex had recently returned your key. The spare key in your office was inaccessible as the office was already closed. So..who else had a key? Did you really have to call your landlord? Or one of those key repair services. Oh this was bad.

Scrolling further down your eye fell on his name.

“Henrybear.”

A smile crept over your tired face as you remembered the night you had met Henry. The two of you had been quite drunk. Or should you say..really drunk? You two had been soo drunk that this one-night-stand of you two had absolutely failed: you had both fallen asleep. It did however make for a pretty funny moment as you both woke up, neither one of you quite sure about what had happened. Like..did anything happen at all? Well, just to be sure, you had made up for it with a second, much improved round of morning sex. Followed by breakfast in bed. Followed by a whole day of lounging around in your underwear. Followed by many more hook-ups whenever either of you needed it. And it was just what you needed since anything more serious was just not happening as your busy work schedules didn’t allow for this thing called ‘dating’.

It had been a week ago since you had last seen him and..you DID give him a key beforehand so he could let himself in while you were working late.

Should you call him?

Your finger hovered over the call button as you hesitated for a moment. What if he wanted to have sex? You definitely didn’t. Gosh. All you wanted to do was hide away in a blanket and pillow fort and watch bad movies with a large bottle of wine and pizza. Or..what if he wasn’t in town? Or if he was with someone else? Or…

Your thumb accidentally slid over the green button and any further trepidation was thrown out of the window. Your faith was decided upon as he answered after a few rings, his baritone voice greeting you with an upbeat tone.

‘Y/n! How are you darling?’

‘Hen…oh I’m such a fool…’ You started, your voice much more fragile than you wished it to be.

‘Hey, you okay? Something wrong?’ He asked. You sighed, feeling sorry for even bothering him with your own stupidity.

‘Oh it’s just so silly. I think I locked myself out this morning..can’t find my keys in my bag..and..now I can’t get into my apartment and..’ Your voice became more quivering as you rattled on. Gosh these hormones.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. Shh. Calm down love. No need to panic.’ His voice was soothing like honeyed tea, your heartbeat immediately calming as you heard his feet echo through what probably was his hallway.

‘And good news. I have your keys right here.’ You could almost feel his comforting smile upon you, through the phone. You nodded and muttered: ‘Ok. I’ll..eh..come get ‘em. You’re at home?’

‘Oh no need to sweetheart! I’ll come over to you. It doesn’t sound like you need any further excursions for the day. You stay put and I’ll be there in fifteen.’

After silently obliging, you slumped against the wall, your head barely registering as a pair of feet halted right next to you some fifteen minutes later.

‘Hey you.’ Henry smiled lovingly, holding out your key and dangling it in his hand before pushing it into the lock and opening your door. A sound you didn’t know you liked to hear, until just now.

’You look like you are in dire need of wine, a bubble bath, pizza..and..eh..a hug, perhaps?’ You crawled back on your feet and looked into those ocean blue eyes, forgetting all prior objections you had for inviting Henry, his big warm body standing there, ready to be hugged. ‘Come on then.’ He ushered, holding out his arms a bit wider so you could slide right in, your face melting into his thick wool sweater, the scent of cedar wood, wool and some undefinable muskiness welcoming you.

‘Oh I’m sorry for this Hen. And you really didn’t have to come all the way over..’ You sulked as you both walked into your apartment. ‘And here they are..damn.’ You pointed at your keys that still lay on the cupboard in your hallway. Henry snickered and flung his backpack from his shoulder.

As if sensing you were not in a talkative mood he remained quiet, looking into the cosy apartment and waiting for further instructions. You looked over your shoulder at him and sighed. You couldn’t really send him away now, could you?

‘Is pizza okay for you too? With your crazy diets and all?’

‘I’m on the off season right now. So. Absolutely. Give me all the pizza you can get.’ He smiled, taking that as an invitation for him to stay for a little while longer, his hand now moving to close the door behind you two and placed his backpack in the corner.

‘Oh and I brought some “medicine” for you to indulge on.’ He slipped a bottle of your favourite wine out of his backpack, smiling like a proud puppy as you hummed in delight.

‘Henn..oh…’ You swooned, caressing his arm and feeling the annoyances of the day slowly slip into the background. Why was this man such a sweetheart? You couldn’t quite fathom what he was doing here with you, but right now you also didn’t wish for him to be anywhere else. You crushed yourself back against his large chest as you enveloped him in a tight hug, your eyes tearful with relief, the stress finally flowing out of your body.

Henry didn’t object, he just smoothed his large hands over your back in slow circles, slowly rubbing your sore muscles as you cried your tears.

‘I’m probably totally ruining your Friday night.’ You swallowed, nuzzling his wool sweater.

‘Hardly. Otherwise it would have been quite similar, but then without a sweet female counterpart to cuddle with. Pizza..a movie..wine..’ He shrugged and pulled away a bit, thumbing away the tears that were staining your cheeks.

‘How about you sit down and order pizza. Then I’m going to make you a little nest.’ He smiled.

A nest?

Not quite sure what he meant, but ever curious, you slowly nodded and walked to the kitchen island, sitting down on one of the bar stools as you ordered the pizza. While scrolling through the selection of pizzas you heard the rustling of fabrics along with soft socked footfalls to and from the living room. What was he UP to?

After placing your order you went out to look for Henry, finding he had made quite literally..a nest, your bed now stuffed with pillows and blankets.

‘Tada!’ He grinned, patting in the centre, ushering you to crawl in. You couldn’t help but giggle. ‘You are such a dork.’ You sniffled, gingerly crawling onto the mass of blankets before dropping yourself in the pillows. It was perfect. ‘Now, don’t move!’ He said while he left the room again, leaving you once more a tad confused before he returned with your laptop in one hand and two glasses topped with your favourite wine in the other. Reaching out the glasses of wine you quickly moved forward to take them from him and placed them on the night stand, his large body now crawling right next to you, making your cosy nest complete.

Soft fluffy nest? Check.

Wine? Check.

Cute bear to cuddle with? Check.

‘Netflix and cuddle?’ He smiled, opening your laptop. You giggled, nodding in agreement.

And Netflix and cuddle? Definitely check.

‘Now come here then, lovely one.’ He hummed, sitting back and opening his arms so you could crawl into his chest.

That night was probably one of the best nights you ever had. And “nesting”, had become of your new favourite Friday night activities, with Henry.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill read #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #oneshot #fanfiction #fluff #henry cavill fluff #bear hug #henrybear #bear cuddles #nesting

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cloudninetonine · 3 years

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Follow the light

Prologue

Synopsis: A Genshin Impact/Avatar x fem!reader

A/N: Yeah, so, this is becoming a series (NO I AM NOT ABANDONING MY DBH STORY I AM JUST WRITING FOR MORE)

I don’t Genshin Impact nor Avatar franchise

Warnings: Nothing in this one I believe

“I can help you”

Through the swarm of darkened red and black, you could see him. Face stricken with panic, eyes wide and hand reaching out, out to you, whose vision was slowly fading from the myriad of her blocks, impairing your vision at a frantic pace.

This couldn’t have been right, possibly? She had already taken him, he had disappeared right before you eyes before she had dealt with you. So, what was this?

The voice called out again.

“But first, you must find me, only then, can we truly begin our journey”

He was almost gone, you were almost swallowed by the darkness, but you couldn’t leave him behind, you wouldn’t!

You used all the remaining strength within you to reach out to him, to grab him, to- anything! You didn’t want him to disappear again!

“No! You can’t take him, give him back!”

Your begging fell on deaf ears, only a single crack of light remained, his fear stricken gaze burning right into your soul.

“Please, (Name), find the light, find me, find Raava….”

You couldn’t lose him again!

“Give him back! Give me back my brother!-”

“Aether!”

“Hey, (Name), wake up already!”

The voice was loud. Super loud. A kind of loud that made your ears ring and ground your teeth together, that kind of loud. By the sounds of it, they were obviously right next to your ear, wailing out your name like the world around you was up in flames, burning away at your surroundings in a harrowing chaos.

But within consciousness, came sense and with sense, awareness of one’s surroundings. You knew that there was no fire, it was certainly warm in your space, but it was from the proud sun that leaked in through your window, particularly weak in the early hours of the morning, nevertheless still just as cosy.

“(Name), come on!!!!”

Your body was jolted by a pair of small hands, shaking you back and forth violently, even when you finally popped an eye open, glaring at the figure with an exhausted frustration.

Hair was white, thick and cropped around her face with dark purple eyes that shone in the early light, small, fair body floating just a few inches above you, hands rocking you violently in an effort to have you awake. Furthermore, She was pouting, cheeks puffed out, eyes narrowed- the whole works and she let out a huff when noticing your stare.

“Finally!” The small person cried, poking at your cheek “Do you know how deep you sleep!? Paimon’s pretty sure she woke up everyone else in the temple with her yelling!”

“More like screeching.” You sassed, whisking on a drowsy grin “You sound like a banshee, Pai.”

Paimon gasped in offence “You take that back! Paimon sounds nothing like that!”

“Whatever you say.”

Finally, you heaved yourself out of bed, glancing around your room nonchalantly with Paimon yammering on in an outrage, her arms waving around wildly as she spoke.

Raava. The word echoed in your head, resolute and strong as you went about your morning routine, mind focused only on what it could mean. A name? A place? Some sort of item? You had no clue, couldn’t properly fathom it, not with the little information the voice had been giving you. Who even was the voice? Was it this Raava? Also how were you supposed to find...them? You truly were stumped.

But the picture of Aether, of his wide, panic struck eyes, hand reaching out towards you was tugging at your hope. That promise, the words of “I can help you” tugged at your hope. If they could really help you, if you could finally find your brother, you were gonna pursue this and you were going to find your answers.

“Hey! Are you even listening?!”

“Nope” You responded, tying your belt around your attire.

“(Name)!”

Laughing, you patted down your outfit, then grasped Paimon’s hand gently, tugging her closer to your level. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been preoccupied.”

She tilted her head “Is it because of your dream?”

The shock in her words was probably evident on your face because a second later she continued, her face sympathetic “You called out your brother’s name again.”

Oh.

“Are you okay?” A nod wasn’t enough to satisfy her worry “Are you sure? You can tell Paimon!”

“I know, I know.” Patting her hand, you finally pulled away and headed to the door, her following close behind.

The Eastern Air Temple was a beautiful place. Standing tall and proud within the center of a archipelago, the temple was a ways off from the mainland of Teyvat, mostly secluded from the rest of the world to allow the Air Nomads to practice their way of life peacefully, away from the noise of the other nations, just like the other Air temples.

You had awoken here after your battle with the Unknown God, dazed and weak, the Air Nomads had taken you in and had practically integrated you into the life of Air. It had been coming up to four years, learning the ways of this world, the language, the culture, until 2 months ago, when you had found Paimon, splashing about off the shore of one of the surrounding islands, close to drowning.

You had fished her out yourself, her introducing herself as a spirit of guidance and you had been friends since.

“Hey, Pai, actually” The two of you had been heading to congregate with the other nuns for morning meditation when you had finally found the courage to turn to your partner, her eyes focused onto you when you both paused “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course!” Her hands rested on her hips “You can ask Paimon anything! Except things she doesn’t know, you’d have to ask someone else about that”

Your laugh made her grin triumphantly.

“Well, I don’t know if this is in your knowledge or not, but, I wanted to ask if you know what...Raava is?”

Paimon’s reaction was instant. Her face overfilled with shock and confusion, blinking owlishly at your slowly tensing figure before finally she was able to speak once again.

“Raava” She started, oddly serious despite her constant giddy nature “Was the spirit of light and peace, she kept the world safe from darkness and chaos”

You hesitated before asking tentatively “Was?”

“She was killed 2 thousand years ago”

The words hit you hard.

Raava was dead? The thing, which you had finally found was a spirit, was dead? And had been for 2 thousand years!? Then what happened now!? What did that dream even mean now!? If Raava was dead how could you possibly find her!?

“Are….are you sure?” At Paimon’s nod, you deflated, falling back into the staircase wall with a sigh “Then...what did the dream mean?”

“Your dream? You said it was about your brother!” She chastised, puffing out her cheeks.

“It was! But some voice kept telling me I needed to find this Raava and I-”

“Wait, wait, wait-” Shaking her hands before her, Paimon leaned closer. She still seemed just as serious as previous, though from the light that was gathering in her eyes, she seemed a little...hopeful, like whatever you would next say were like a present for her that you were hiding behind your back “Your dream said to find Raava?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked-”

“Was there anything else?”

You paused “It mentioned that Raava could possibly help me find Aether”

Silence hung for a few moments, Paimon’s face uncomfortably close to yours as you shared intense eye contact. A few other nuns walked past, watching in intrigue as the exchange went on, but not doing much else before Paimon finally reacted, screaming in delight and dancing around you excitedly, as though you had told her you two were having a ten course meal.

“Finally! Finally!” She cried, hooting loudly “She’s finally returned! She’s finally back!”

“What-” You yelped when she grabbed your hand, dragging you in the direction of the meditation area “Paimon! I thought you said she was dead!?”

“I’ll explain later but we need to tell Nun Tsering the news!”

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Nun Tsering was one of the leading nuns of the Eastern Temple. She stood tall amongst the rest with long, beautiful grey hair that was tied in traditional nomad fashion and kind grey eyes that seemed to put every single person she talked to at ease. The woman had taken the role as your teacher and friend, a respectful woman that you had grown to care for during your time within the temple, she even knew about your past, with your brother, with the unknown God, everything.

So, when the two of you had finally arrived for morning meditation, Paimon claiming urgency, she guided you two away from the other nuns for a private chat without needing much else.

“So, what was so urgent, you two?” She mused as you walked in the gardens “You looked as though you had been chased by a swarm of lemurs”

Paimon got to it first, eyes wide with excitement “Raava has returned!”

That stopped Tsering right in her tracks.

Paimon went to continue but you stopped her with a motion of your hand, looking upon your master’s surprised face with lacking confidence. “Paimon is getting ahead of herself, but, I did have a dream about finding her, a voice told me I needed to find Raava, that she could help me find Aether, but...I don’t know…”

Your spirit friend huffed but once again she was stopped, this time by Tsering, who bore an expression of significance. “The voice, did it say anything else?”

“I, uh-” You thought back to the dream, to your brother, to the voice “It mentioned something about a journey but it didn’t specify much other than it being….our journey.”

Her eyes widened.

“Tsering-”

“Follow me.”

Once again, you were taken to an entirely different place within the temple, practically running after Tsering’s rushed steps with Paimon right behind, the two of you sharing a look of confusion until you had finally reached a door, with the pattern of the air surrounded by some weird contraption. The nomad was quick to send a blast of wind into two tubes, a large creak of the wood echoing all around you as it opened, revealing to you a giant room, filled with an abundance of statues, every single one different from the last.

“Woah!” Paimon cried as you entered, flying around to examine each with interest “These are the past Avatars!”

“Avatar? What’s that?” Following Tsering to the center, where the statues began to spiral into the middle, to where a single one that stood, you became more and more confused “Tsering, what’s going on?”

The Nun looked upon the statue with an emotion you couldn’t decipher, brushing away at the statue’s shoulders with a special care before she finally spoke “(Name), many eons ago, before the Archon wars, before the nations- any of the nations, there was a man named Wan.”

Wan….Why did it feel like you knew that name?

“He was the first Avatar.” She explained, “A man held the power of the four elements.”

“...but you told me a person can only bend one element?”

She finally turned to face you “Normal humans can only wield one element, but Wan wasn’t a normal human.”

Within the sanctuary, among the many statues, Tsering told the story of the Avatar. From Wan’s mistake, to his journey with Raava, to fighting and sealing Vaatu and the Avatar cycle. For hours, you sat, listening to your master as she spoke of the tales of the Avatars, all the way up until the Archon Wars, to…

“Avatar Ly was the last Avatar.” Looking up at the statue from your spots on the floor, Tsering bowed her head in respect “She was born into the violence of the Archon War and pledge to the people that she would be the one to stop this conflict once and for all.”

“Let me guess” You started, feeling your heart squeeze painfully “She died while in the Avatar state.”

The nun nodded solemnly “She was killed in a battle between Morax and Osial. She had to sacrifice herself in order to protect Liyue, but she could only use the power of the Avatar state to do so and it resulted in the death of Ly, Raava and the end of the Avatar cycle. It was said that Morax was burdened with much guilt over her death and erected a statue in her honour on Mt. Tianheng so that Liyue would forever know their saviour”

You took everything in with a breath, absorbing the information when Paimon finally cut in, her silence through this entire predicament a weird contrast to her usual self. “But, what does the Avatar have to do this?”

Actually, you had been wondering this as well, though kept silent during Tsering’s explanation, waiting for her to explain.

Her face was unwavering “I believe that Raava has chosen (Name) to be the next Avatar”

Your expression was comical, a mix of unbelieving and confused, trying to comprehend her words while Paimon openly gawked, shaking her arms and flying around like a headless chicken, babbling.

“But that’s crazy! (Name)’s not even from this world, forget about being a bender! Why would she pick (Name) to be the new Avatar!?”

You huffed “Thanks Paimon.”

“You’re welcome!”

“I know it’s hard to understand.” Tsering sent you a sympathetic smile “But it would make sense as to why Raava would reveal herself to you.”

“Reveal herself? But I haven’t even met her yet!” You cried incredulously.

“But (Name), you have. Who else would have spoken to you within your dream?”

She did have a point.

You cast your head downwards.

“I know this sounds rude but...I don’t want to be the Avatar, I don’t have time for a responsibility like that. I have to find my brother, I need to find this Unknown God too, I can’t just…”

You hated how the words came out, how it all sounded, but it was the truth. You didn’t want this power, you didn’t want that responsibility, you were already starting your own journey, now healed from your battle and understanding this world, you were soon to be on your way to find your brother and get your own power back.

Why did Raava pick you?

A warm hand was placed upon your shoulder and you looked up at the nun, uncertain.

“I know you are afraid, (Name), I can sense it from you, but you mustn’t” Her other hand came to rest on your cheek, wiping away the small tears that had gathered in your eyes “Raava is a kind spirit, if she has chosen you then there must be a good reason, you just have to ask.”

“But how?”

The nun smiled, leaning back to take a meditating stance. You followed.

“Close your eyes, focus and clear you mind.” Her voice was smooth and kind “If Raava was able to speak to you within your dream, it means that she is already with you, you just have to find her.”

“That….doesn’t really make sense.”

Her chuckle made you smile “It will, now focus.”

The sanctuary was very quiet, the only sound produced from the room was from the wind that flew in from down the hall, soft, almost inaudible, but you could hear it’s silent howl through the room, feel it surround the three of you as you meditated, feeling it’s calming effect wash over you.

Everything around you seemed to fade as time went on, the feeling of Tsering and Paimon disappeared entirely, the blow of the wind no longer cooled your skin, nor did it’s voice caress your ears, no, everything felt like...nothing and with that, you opened your eyes, only to be greeted with what you had sensed, nothing.

“Huh?” You span around, breaking your position to search for you friends in a panic, anxiety growing within the pit of your stomach “Hello!? Tsering!? Paimon!? Anybody!?”

No, no, you didn’t want to be alone. You couldn’t be alone. Someone had always been with you for so long, there was always a presence beside you, but no there wasn’t and you felt helpless, scared, desperate, a hopeless flurry of emotions.

You didn’t want to be abandoned again.

“They have not abandoned you, (Name).”

That voice.

“And you are not alone.”

Her voice.

Your span back around, watching as a lightly slowly approached you, bright and calming.

“I am here with you.”

“Raava.” You breathed, unconsciously cupping out your hands towards her, letting her settle into your hold as you brought her closer to you almost protectively “You’re Raava.”

“Yes.”

Managing a small smile, you laughed “You’re smaller than I imagined.”

Her laugh surrounded you, warm, loving, bright and...peaceful. The spirit was different that you imagined, she felt like...a light within the darkness, pun not intended, but she felt as though she was a way out, like she was here to save you from your own unintentional prison, from your despair. She made you feel...safer, not entirely safe, but most definitely safer.

“(Name), I first want to thank you.” You furrowed your brows “Your spirit, it’s divinity, you were able to bring me back from death. I have returned because of you.”

“But I lost my power?”

“Before your power was lost, when you had visited our world, your’s and your brother’s power had brought forth enough light to save me. It would have taken another 8 thousand years for me to return, so for that, you have my thanks.”

The words lightened your entire being, bringing forth a teary eyed smile. You knew for sure, had Aether been here, he would have been the one in tears, he was soft like that, gratitude filled him with such a happiness that always seemed to rub off onto you too.

You missed your brother so much.

“But, I still require your help.” The spirit flew from your hands, reaching your eye level “I still do not have my full power, there had not been enough time after death to return me to my former self and I need your help.”

“What, how?”

Images flashed in your mind, statues, multiple states, all with a different figure carved into it’s pinnacle. “The statues hold the power of the Archons within them, if we were to find them, I would be able to use a fragment of their power to restore my own strength. So, will you help me once more, (Name)?”

It wasn’t a difficult question, but it did lead to a difficult answer. You wanted to help her, you wanted to help restore her former glory, but you already had your own mission, you had to find your brother, you wanted to find your brother and you couldn’t do that if your time was invested in helping Raava.

However, thinking back to your dream, you remembered her words, her promise.

“Raava, you said before, in my dream, that you could help me find my brother, is that true?”

“It is.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“(Name), in return for saving my life, for bringing me back, I want to repay you and if that is to help find your brother, then that is what I will do.” She seemed to shine brighter, the light filling the area, reflecting off your eyes. “Merge with me, (Name), help me restore my strength and we will find your brother, together.”

You gasped, leaning you hand out once again only to stop short “If we merge, I’ll become the next Avatar, won’t I?”

“That is correct.”

“But I can’t even bend.”

“The power of the elements still resides within me.” She replied “It is weak, but it will be enough. Once I am back to my full strength, you will have the power of a true Avatar.”

That was all you needed. Finally, your hand made contact with the spirit, her light growing along with yourself until the void had vanished, leaving a blinding shine throughout the space.

Tsering and Paimon watched as your eyes finally snapped open, glowing a brilliant white that echoed through the room before they faded, staring at the two before you with a giddy grin.

Paimon cheered while your master smiled, her hand returning to your shoulder

“Welcome back, Avatar.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact paimon #traveler!reader

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tears-and-lilies · 3 years

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Chapter 33 – The advisor

For @brutal-nemesis‘s Ice day! It’s comfort :)

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @unicornscotty @sideblogformindtrash

CW: hypothermia, slipping into unconsciousness, plans for murder?

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A servant opened the door to the cellar. Feyros entered first, followed by his assistant. He was right to put on a thick coat. His heart sunk when he noticed how cold it was here, sore so when you just came from the warm late-spring temperature that hung around in the palace. His assistant warmed his hands before readying his notebook.

‘We won’t be here for long’, Feyros assured him, smiling nervously. He looked at the rows of crates that stored the snow. ‘We only need to check the crates and see how much reserve there is. Emperor Vasri assured me he kept good track of the amount of snow, so I’m simply checking if his data are correct, which I don’t doubt they are.’

He walked down a row of crates, trying to count how many one row contained. Admittedly he lost track quickly. He trusted Vasri enough so this task was ultimately unnecessary. But his assistant didn’t need to know that. He had to look unsuspicious. Breaking into the cellar and hysterically looking for the dancer he knew they had locked up in here would only raise too many questions. It disturbed him. He couldn’t stand the slowness, every minute endangered the boy’s life even more. But he couldn’t show them what he thought of it. It would look like defiance, or treachery, he’d smear his uncle’s name. Even in his old days, his uncle had worked so hard to keep his reputation clear. And Feyros had ruined it too many times.

He tried to keep his composure as he turned to the crates by the cellar walls. His heart stopped for a moment as he noticed the figure curled up in the corner. Immediately he rushed towards the dancer and dropped to his knees. He’s barely breathing. He took the boy’s hand in his own. It felt so cold. He noticed the open wound, as if he had cut his hand on something.

His assistant walked up beside him. ‘Sir?’ He sounded confused.

‘Go get help! Call servants, we have to get him out of here!’ He leant forward to cup the dancer’s face. He didn’t seem to get a reaction. The boy kept staring in the distance with dilated pupils. His mouth hung slightly open, and a small stream of drool was leaking from the corner of his mouth. Feyros brought his own face closer to the boy’s.

‘Hello? Can you hear me?’

The young dancer slowly blinked. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Feyros threw his arms around him and struggled to pick him up. Then he noticed his assistant was still standing there.

‘What are you doing?! Get help, get a doctor!’, he exclaimed. He watched the assistant hasten out of the cellar while he picked up the boy, one arm under his knees and the other under his armpits. The cold skin against his body made him shiver, underneath all the layers of clothing. The guy’s hardly wearing anything…

***

The bed was soft, with cosy and warm blankets. Glorien smiled. He missed this bed. It was much bigger and way more comfortable than the small cheap bed he got in the dancer’s dorm room. It had been so long. Oh how much I missed home…

His eyes snapped open. He wasn’t home. The room was too wide and decorated with tapestries he had never seen before. Going by the excessive decoration he guessed this was one of the palace’s guest rooms. The bed he lay in had a faint smell of… vanilla? He frowned. He had never smelled that before in the palace.

‘Hello?’ A man approached the bedside. A noble, of course. Though this man looked young, probably in his late twenties. He had a short beard and dull brown eyes. His hair was brown and wavy, his skin darker than Glorien’s. He remembered this man, the nephew of Tymos.

‘Are you rested? There’s some warm milk if you want to drink. It has a good chunk of honey in it. The doctor said it would help you.’

Glorien tried to sit up. He groaned from the effort. He pulled the blankets off of him to get out of the bed.

‘No, what are you doing?’, the man asked.

‘I have dance practice in the evening. If I don’t go they’ll be mad. I’ve angered them enough already.’

The nobleman gently pushed him back into the bed. ‘I told them what happened and they agreed to let you stay in my room until you’re fully recovered.’

Glorien’s eyes widened in surprise as he lay his head back onto the pillows. ‘Your room?’

‘Please take as much time as you need. And if you need the night as well, I’ll sleep on the couch. It wouldn’t bother me!’

He’s… awfully friendly. He asked: ‘What exactly happened?’ He remembered Triban throwing him into the ice cold cellar, and him desperately searching for a spot where it was less cold, and shivering so much he couldn’t walk around anymore to get warm, but after that?

The man looked away. ‘I wanted to check the snow supply for the summer, since the Emperor told me the palace had extra snow stored, and I thought we could use the excess snow for any medical urgencies in the city during summer. When I walked into the cellar, I found you.’ He swallowed hard. ‘You were barely conscious.’

Glorien couldn’t help grinning at that. This man was funny. ‘Wow’, he said, trying to keep his voice flat. ‘Thank you so much, kind sir. That must have been so scary for you. You did such a good deed.’

The young noble rose his shoulders and gave a small nod, looking at the ground. Next, he awkwardly walked towards the door. ‘I- I should tell the doctor you’re awake. And I have some work to do as well.’

‘Wait!’

The man stopped in his tracks and turned around. ‘Yes?’

‘Is your uncle here? There’s… something I want to tell him. Something very confidential. It’s about my father.’

The man’s eyes now stood sad. ‘Oh…’, he said. ‘My uncle passed away last year. I’m sorry. You can tell it to me if you think so necessary. Although I didn’t know your father very well, so depending on what you wanted to say…’

‘Oh.’ Glorien took a moment to process that. He was slightly relieved, but more so annoyed. What was he going to do now? Go back to a useless life of nothing? But…

‘Who’s Keeper of the City then?’, he asked.

The young man straightened his back. ‘His position went to me. I’m sorry, I should’ve introduced myself earlier. I’m Feyros.’ He smiled shyly.

Glorien bit his lip. Of course. What now? He had decided he was going to kill the Keeper of the City. If he didn’t, he would never be able to attack Vasri. But that doesn’t mean I can’t kill this man.

He smiled back and nodded. This was going to be interesting.

#ice day #whump #comfort #medieval whump #royal whump #hypothermia #unconsciousness tw #murder mention #my writing #oc #glorien #feyros

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angstyaches · 3 years

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heyy so you know that I honestly love everything you write buuuuut if you have time and motivation to work on a request I'd really love to see some sick elliot again but maybe just something really mundane? like just a fever and neausea and Felix being the cutest boyfriend? loaaads of fluff would be amazing since it's been so much angst lately haha - but please write whatever you want honestly

-em

Whoa, what’s this? Flick getting back to posting requested fics?!

Thank you once again for requesting my boys, @justmeandmysickies; I’m sorry it took so long for me to get around to!

C\W: nausea, fever, general discomfort, slight anxiety, emeto, vampire emeto so there's blood mention

It truly was a myth that vampires – even full-blooded ones – couldn’t stand daylight. In fact, Elliott loved daylight, and even chided Shayne for keeping the curtains shut in his room all day, much to his cousin’s annoyance.

Today, however, Elliott had created a shadowy cave for himself, a haven where he could curl up and bask in a certain level of sensory deprivation. At least, he would have been basking if he had been conscious. The last time he’d moved had been when Felix had gotten up to leave, and he’d blacked out again shortly after feeling a goodbye kiss on his cheek. The fever must not have been too bad at that point, if Felix didn’t wake him to check if he was okay, but it was most definitely soaring now.

His head was fuzzy now, as he peered out from under the sweat-soaked sheet. He shuddered and recognised the vaguely unpleasant sensation as oversleep, and he pawed clumsily for his chunky analogue watch, which was sitting on his bedside locker. It took his eyes a lot of blinking and a rub with the side of his hand before he could make out the time. Almost two in the afternoon, which was mildly horrifying for someone who usually rose shortly after dawn.

How the hell had he managed to sleep for so long?

Elliott tried to sit up in bed, and his answer hit him like a punch to the gut. A little too much like a punch to the gut, in fact. His body must have knocked him out so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nausea.

He pressed one hand to his mouth and the other to the side of his head, the gold strap of his watch cool against his cheek. His stomach felt like it had leapt six inches closer to his throat, pinching in on itself and its heavy contents, which didn’t seem to have moved at all since he’d laid down last night.

As he sat there, his upper body swayed slightly. He let his eyes fall shut again, letting the waves of nausea that were thrashing about in his belly to settle down. As they did, the fuzziness in his head began to clear, too.

Elliott gulped in tentative relief and slipped out from under the blanket. He’d gone to sleep in only his boxers, and as soon as the air in the room hit his skin, his muscles clenched. He was almost bent double as he shuffled to the wardrobe and pulled out the fluffy grey dressing gown and slippers that Felix had bought for him the previous Christmas; they had been intended as a joke present, but Elliott had used them more times than he could remember now.

The body spasms eased a little as he sank into the soft fabric and tied the sash. His shoulders were tight and achy and he kept his hands in the deep pockets as he made his way downstairs, which probably wasn’t the safest or wisest thing to do, considering how shaky and woozy he felt. Luckily, he made it to the front hallway without falling and breaking anything.

The house seemed quiet and settled, besides the low whooshing of the kettle being boiled in the kitchen. The further along the foyer he got, the better he could make out the sound of someone singing softly to themselves. The door was halfway-closed, and he bumped it the rest of the way open with his hip.

Relief tugged at his gut when he found Felix alone in the kitchen. No Shayne, no Ryan, no Nancy. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t confused.

“Where is everyone?”

Felix casually glanced over his shoulder and smiled. He was still in his fur-hooded jacket as he got a cup ready to make tea, meaning he’d probably only gotten home a few minutes ago. Maybe the sound of him closing the front door had been what had woken Elliott from his foggy sleep.

“I think Nancy dragged Ryan and Shayne shopping. Noteworthy feat, or what?” Felix turned around and fully observed his boyfriend’s hunched shoulders and heavy eyes, as well as the dressing gown. His gentle smirk melted into a frown. “Have you only just gotten out of bed, darling?”

Elliott nodded. He could feel the contrast between his internal body temperature, and the floor tiles separated from the soles of his feet only by the slippers. He shuddered at a sudden wave of vertigo, feeling his stomach roll inside him.

“How come?” Felix asked softly. “Are you feeling well?”

“No?” Elliott muttered, looking up and across the kitchen at his boyfriend again.

“What’s the matter?” Felix’s gaze didn’t waver as he stepped around the counter and pulled Elliott into his arms.

However, Felix hugging Elliott with no cooperation was about equal to him pressing his body up against a slab of concrete he couldn’t quite get his arms around; Elliott had to fish his hands from his pockets and lift his own arms, giving Felix access to his waist, so that he could embrace him properly.

“Darling?” Felix urged, his voice muffled from having his face pressed into the front of the dressing gown.

“I don’t – I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just – I woke up this morning feeling exhausted,” Elliott droned. “But now I’m even more exhausted, and I feel like shit, and I can’t stop bloody shivering.”

Felix hugged him tighter at that. Elliott let himself melt into the hug, his insides feeling a little less pinched as he inhaled the scent from the top of Felix’s head. He could never pin down why, but Felix’s natural scent always made him feel like he was in a meadow surrounded by wildflowers.

He knew that if the nausea got any worse, the slight pressure of Felix’s torso against his would make him prickly and irritable. For now though, he genuinely felt steadier and safer in Felix’s arms. Even if his minty head was only as high as Elliott’s sternum.

“Gosh, you’re so warm,” Felix mumbled against his chest. It was unclear whether he was concerned about the fever, or just enjoying the cosy temperature.

“Well, soak it up while you can,” Elliott sighed. “Soon the fevers are gonna go away, and you’ll be stuck cuddling a walking corpse.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” Felix tried to pull back and get free, but Elliott kept his arms looped around him. “No, stop; you don’t get hugs when you talk about yourself like that.”

“Oh, no-no-no, I’ll be quiet,” Elliott smiled, though his voice came out with only a little of the playfulness he intended to put into it. “I’ll be good. Please hug me, boo. Everything hurts.”

“Everything?” Felix chuckled; his voice was tinted with sarcasm, because surely everything couldn’t be painful all at once, right?

Elliott swallowed and lowered his nose to the top of Felix’s head again. His eyes fell shut, but it did nothing for the tension in his neck that was starting to creep deeper into his skull. His body was being held, but it did nothing for the chill that had set up camp in every one of his bones. And the inevitable was finally happening, probably brought on faster by the tightness of the hug; his stomach was starting to churn, making his skin break out in goosebumps and his teeth grind together.

“Yes.” He sighed as softly as he could when all he wanted to do was groan. “Everything.”

Felix pulled back, just enough for him to look up at Elliott’s face. The shorter boy’s yellow eyes flicked back and forth between Elliott’s, his face paling as he tried to assess how worried he should be.

“It’s not like I’m not in agony or anything,” Elliott admitted, longing for that frown to disappear, “but everything – everything feels wrong. Uncomfortable. And it’s – it’s like I can’t get it right anymore, you know? I don’t drink enough blood – sick. I drink too much blood – sick.”

“I know, darling,” Felix sighed. “It’s unfair, I know.”

Elliott wriggled in reaction to the rich taste of blood mixed with bile burning in the back of his throat. He put his hands against Felix’s arms and directed him back slightly, so he had a little more room to breathe.

“Oh, I’m... sorry,” Felix murmured. He seemed to tighten in on himself, shoulders tensed within Elliott’s grip.

“No, no, I’m –” Elliott closed his eyes and pressed a fist to his mouth as a hot, sticky burp slipped up his throat. “I’m sorry, Fee, I – I feel sick to my stomach.”

“Oh.” Felix inched back a little more, despite still being held by his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have squeezed you so tightly, if I’d known –”

“I know.” Elliott swallowed against another wave of nausea. “It’s not your fault, gorgeous. I wanted you to squeeze me, remember?”

As he tilted his head, one side of Felix’s mouth twisted up into a sympathetic smile. “Do we need to move you closer to the sink?”

Although he wasn’t too certain himself, Elliott shook his head. The motion made the inside of his skull swirl, but the feeling in his stomach felt more like a low burning than an immediate wave ready to break for his mouth.

“Let’s go to the sofa, then, darling,” Felix suggested. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Elliott nodded obediently and let Felix take his hand, even though his palm had gathered a thick sheen of lukewarm sweat, both from the fever and from being wrapped in the less-than-breathable dressing gown fabric.

They usually wouldn’t get to sprawl across the sofa in the main lounge without Nancy yelling at them, so just being able to lower himself onto his back and stretch his legs across it felt like luxury. Elliott’s muscles sighed, as though they’d been upset with him all along, for moving from the bed in the first place.

Felix put a hand on the back of the sofa and leaned slightly over to kiss Elliott on the forehead.

Felix’s eyes practically changed colour when he smiled, like there were a hundred tiny golden fireworks going off in each one. Elliott knew this wasn’t strictly true, or even possible - eyes didn’t change colour based on simple emotions but rather primal instincts - but he liked to imagine it anyway. Felix was small, and his little mint-coloured pigtails made him look so sweet, but Lord, he was majestic.

Elliott felt smaller than him now, felt shielded by his closeness.

Unfortunately, he also felt yesterday’s blood feast stirring around in his belly again, so he had to jab Felix away from him. His brain felt like it was burning with anger that he couldn’t seem to voice, just from imagining the sensation of being touched. It made him squirm on the sofa until he could assure himself that Felix knew to give him space, and wouldn’t try anything unless he asked.

And Lord, was it hard not to ask for another hug. It was nearly impossible to simply watch Felix slink back, grabbing a cushion from the reading chair so that he could set himself up on the floor next to the sofa.

“You want me to get you some ice or something? Try to bring down your fever a tad?”

Elliott rested a hand over his ribs, feeling the acid and blood bubbling in his belly, and shook his head. “Ryan says it’s better to let it run its course, unless I’m on the verge of passing out.”

“I just wish I could do something to help.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Felix rested his chin in his hands. His eyes seemed to have dulled slightly. “What are you thinking of right now, darling?”

Elliott kept his lips closed as he groaned, preparing to say something.

“No sugar coating,” Felix added.

“I was thinking how – how my body is more in control than I am,” Elliott heard himself say. “Like I - I don’t even get a say anymore.”

Felix nodded a little mechanically; he’d heard all of this before – albeit paraphrased, and in a not-so-calm manner. Elliott’s ears pricked and picked up a slight hitch in his boyfriend’s breathing as he sucked in a sob.

“Sorry,” Elliott mumbled. “I just don’t – I don’t know how I’m still going to be me when this is all finished.”

“You –” Felix nodded with a little more purpose this time, smiling despite the glistening in his eyes. He was trying hard to keep himself together, for Elliott’s sake. “You know I’ll still wanna keep you, right? No matter what happens?”

“I know, boo.”

“And who knows?” Felix added. “When you’re finished transforming, maybe you’ll be reborn as someone with fashion sense from the century you’re actually living in.”

All Elliott could do was grin to himself as a weak roll of laughter took hold of his achy shoulders and back.

Well… maybe the roll went a little deeper than his shoulders, and maybe the burning was actually –

Felix yelped in surprise as Elliott suddenly sat upright, curling his legs up towards his chest. He retched dark brown, sticky vomit down the front of his dressing gown, accompanied by a wet cough.

“Oh, gosh!” Felix squealed, leaping to his feet. “I didn’t know you were about to - the white sofa – gosh, are you okay? Are you – did you get any on the cushions? Never mind, are you okay? Oh, no, Elli, they’re going to kill us –”

Elliott gulped around another peal of laughter, clapping one hand to his mouth and flapping the other in Felix’s direction. The sudden onslaught of nausea gripped tightly at his stomach and throat, but Felix being Felix was enough to distract him from the pain.

“Bucket? Bucket, I should get you a bucket,” Felix gasped, trotting back towards the kitchen and almost tripping over the cushion he’d placed on the floor himself.

Elliott coughed as he sat forward, eyes watering from the nauseous burps that he couldn’t keep down anymore. The laughter had him trembling all over, had his abdominal muscles clenching around his already churning stomach. He extended a hand as soon as he saw Felix bounding back, grabbing the bucket from his hand and letting a string of thick liquid fall from his lips.

He belched deeply over the bucket before bringing up another wave of sick. When he felt his lips pull back, he was no longer sure if he was grinning or just grimacing at this point. His jaw felt as heavy as it did when he was unbearably bloodthirsty, which felt like an impossible similarity, seeing as his stomach was begging to empty itself rather than be filled.

He glanced up, sensing Felix hovering close-by, craning his neck and wringing his hands.

“S-sofa’s fine, Fee,” Elliott coughed out.

“That so? I see – alright.” Felix backed off a little, still fidgeting with his hands purely because he didn’t know what he should be doing. “Shall – shall I get you some clean pyjamas or something, darling? Why – Elli, why the heck are you laughing?”

“It’s n-nothing,” Elliott whispered weakly, the nausea attempting and failing to deflate him again.

He glanced up at Felix’s soft, yellow eyes and swallowed hard despite the scratchy ache in his throat. There was an idea forming in his mind as he watched Felix fret about him, one that he realised might have been there for a while now.

“I’d like...” Elliott’s voice was deep and scratchy from the vomiting he’d already done, and the vomiting that was still to come. “I’d like to keep you forever, if I can. Would that be okay?”

“Sure,” Felix replied. He smiled a little stiffly, clearly still bewildered at the level of giddiness that Elliott seemed to have reached. “That would – that would be nice, darling.”

#swallow the world #vampire emeto #emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto sickfic #sick boys #emeto boys #Elliott #Felix #sick Elliott #the idea he has at the end is the thing that happens at the end of the Felix Christmas drabble #which I'll elaborate upon eventually lol

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deviantofthemind · 3 years

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Sanders Sides Ficmas 2020

↪ 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 🎁

Dec 1: Snowed in Rating: T

Logan accompanied Roman on a Dragonwitch coven stalk out. They end up trapped in an old hunting cabin by a snowstorm in the middle of the imagination with nothing to entertain them for the next 24 hours. Roman grows very interested in Logan's recent reading material.

Roman sighed dramatically looking out of a small, almost completely blind window. “I apologize, I did not anticipate snowfall this heavy and sudden.”

Logan was not fazed or mad in the slightest, he would still get the required data when the snow storm was over and they could continue their stalk out. He was very pleased that Roman had been amenable to taking him to the Imagination with him.

Since they had become aware that there were other sides that they still didn’t know about, Logan was relentlessly researching in all possible directions. Villains that could have been built up in the Imagination itself or true Sides that had grown unnoticed by them and fueled by outside influence.

“We should probably make a fire if we are going to be stuck here for a while.” he knelt down by the small fireplace to stack some of the thankfully dry wood.

Roman was igniting the fire with a small flick of his wrist. The hut was now lit in a soft, orange glow and no more of the dark blue night was creeping in. Enough light to read for Logan, perfect. No time would be wasted. He hung up their wet coats to dry while the other man rummaged through the cabinets likely in search of food.

“At least we won’t be going hungry waiting the worst out here.” Roman said, “And it’s good to have you with me this time.”

“Is this happening regularly? I mean, that you get stuck in the imagination due to weather conditions?” Logan specified his question, “We always assumed that you just get caught up in certain adventures.”

“No, usually I have pretty good control over the..uh, conditions? It’s just gotten a little unpredictable a short while ago.”

Logan hummed thoughtfully, while opening a large trunk next to the door. “Considering the Imagination is directly tied to your state of mind, wouldn’t it be logical to assume that some personal or emotional turmoil is responsible for the recent anomalies?”

Roman hesitated to answer. Of course Logan was already connecting dots, clever as always. “Uh...I guess?” he said as noncommittally as possible, busying himself with the search for a bucket to fetch some snow for water from outside.

When he stepped out into the cold night, the snow was already piling high and the wind was lashing into his face. He quickly filled the bucket and closed the shutters around the hut.

Logan found some huge, scratchy wool blanket and a huge linen shirt amongst other things going through the chest. He was very curious about what could have the potential to confuse his friend enough that it influenced the Imagination in such a way. But he had learned the hard way that his blunt way of causal investigation was not always appreciated. Was almost never appreciated in fact. Roman had not volunteered any further insight, so it could either be that he thought it was none of Logan's business or that he didn’t trust him enough yet. He could at least work on the second option and not be immediately intrusive and annoying he guessed.

Roman pressed the door close again with quite a bit of force against the wind and bolted it shut. The fire had already warmed the tiny room considerably compared to outside.

“Okay. Looks like we are going to be reasonably safe here.” he announced, bringing his findings over to the cot by the fire, “You can even change into that dry shirt I’ve found so you won’t catch a cold.”

Roman set the snow down by the fire to be melted soon. Turning slowly he fidgeted a bit. He was cold and his shirt was soaked where he had slipped into a snowdrift earlier in an effort to save Logan from exactly that. Stripping was not something he hadn’t anticipated for their trip. And he couldn’t say that he was very eager to get naked in front of his crush either. But well, cold. And also the other man looked at him expectantly.

He hurried, trying to make it as quick and ordinary as possible. Of course he got stuck in his sleeves and had difficulty getting the wet garments of his skin. He was flushed, embarrassed and shivering by the time he managed.

Meanwhile Logan observed. It was a well-known fact that Roman was the tallest, and broadest out of the Sides but he hadn’t anticipated him to look this, what was the vocab again…, shredded? His skin looked very soft and tanned even in Winter and Logan was surprised by the impulsive want to touch. Usually one wasn’t projecting such things onto one's friends. He had to monitor and manage this better. “You are very attractive.”

Romans head whipped around so fast his neck cracked. He hoped desperately that it was too dark and his former flush was too distracting to see the immediate blush Logan's compliment had brought to his cheeks. “Th-thanks?” He felt like a blubbering idiot, but in all honesty he felt more often than not like a blubbering idiot when the other man was involved. So that’s that.

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I- uhm..yeah.” Logan handed over the shirt quickly and turned away. Roman could be mistaken but he thought he’d seen a slight shimmer of red in his face too. Maybe? It was unrealistic of course but may? If there was a possibility?

“Do you maybe want some tea? I think we could use something to warm us up?” he asked, deciding for the distraction and also because he was a little concerned. He had towed Logan along, hiking through the rough landscape all day after all, he was likely cold and exhausted.

“Yes, please, I would appreciate it.” Logan said, back to his sober self after a short-moment of fluster he had experienced when being confronted with Roman’s physique.

He settled in front of the fireplace as Roman filled a pot with snow, searched for mugs and dug out a small tin of herbs from his satchel. Groaning softly, he kicked off his shoes and socks, to stretch out and warm his aching feet. Conjuring his recent reading material to keep busy was the logical next step.

Soon after Roman plopped down next to him, sans his usual elegance. He put the steaming mugs down in front of them carefully.

“Thank you. It smells very pleasant.” Logan sighed, breathing in the tea.

Again Roman could feel the warmth in his cheeks, damn his greedy idea to spend time alone with Logan. He rolled his sore shoulders, mumbling a ‘welcome’ before also getting rid of his shoes.

It was strangely nice to sit together in front of the fire and just relax a bit after their day. But Roman still felt a little guilty for the weather trapping them in the Imagination longer as both of them had planned. Still, Roman relished the moment. Sitting close to an unusual relaxed Logan, being able to provide for him even a teeny tiny bit, no one interrupting. He even dared to watch Logan. The other had ditched his usual attire for something more practical and warm and he looked very cosy and warm and cuddly and touchable and...Roman was getting carried away and needed to hide his face behind his mug again.

“So uhm, what are you reading?” he asked softly, as not to disturb the calm atmosphere. And Logan looked up at him and smiled and Roman had to take another sip to hide for a second.

Setting his book aside momentarily and also cradling the tea, Logan turned to Roman. “I’ve been researching about other possible sides,” he said excitedly, “So far I could only rule out possible manifestations though. And unfortunately I think this also is the case with Lust or respectively Desire, which this book is about.”

Roman cursed as he accidentally took a too large sip of the scalding tea. “L-lust?” he sputtered, blinking at Logan confused and suspicious. Could it be that? No. Just, no.

“Yes… I mean, it seemed like a viable theory?” Logan confirmed a little insecure, shrugging.

Roman didn’t dare check but he was pretty sure he was blushed down to his navel by now. “But you did rule that out now? Why?” he asked instead, as steady as he could manage (He was quite proud of himself) and nervously tugged the revealing shirt close.

Logans took a long time to formulate a response he deemed honest but not too blunt. He was trying to win Romans friendship, not alienate him. “Well, usually when we do something, the one at the core of this function, erhm, pops up?” he adjusted his glasses, “Like Janus comes out when one of us is intentionally lying?” He waited for Roman to nod and allowed himself to just relish being so attentively listened to for a moment. “But, from what I read, we’ve been dealing with Desire but an appearance was never made.” Logan could have hit himself, again. Because that had obviously been the most stupid way to word that particular fact.

His mind was reeling, because holy shit, was Logan saying what Roman thought he was saying? “I’m- I’m not sure I can follow you?” he leaned a bit closer, as if guarding the words between them, “So you say Desire is not a full Side because...well because we’ve been experiencing it?” Swallowing heavily, a little choked with his own bravery, he looked back into Logan's eyes.

There was a hot little pit in his stomach because it seemed he might have been misinterpreting quite a lot of information regarding Romans and his friendship and it seemed the other man had now decided for both of them that it was time for a leap of faith instead of further analysis.

“According to the book I certainly have.” he said, “And I think I misjudged the ability for Desire and friendship to coexist or I maybe would have come to this conclusion sooner.”

Romans breath shuddered out of him, a heady mix of joy and relief and Desire. Logan looked awfully insecure and Roman gave him all the time to pull back before he finally received a tiny nod and allowed himself to press his lips to Logan's cheekbone.

They both laughed a little breathless. Yeah. Desire was definitely not a Side.

There were few more words exchanged as they prepared something to eat together, just slow, tentative smiles and the freedom of deliberately brushing against the others body.

Later they dared to slip under the blanket together and Logan couldn’t have named the sort of feeling that was compelling him, begging him to press his whole body against Roman as the man curled his body around him.

Roman tentatively nuzzled into Logan's shoulder, relaxing and rubbing his nose along his neck, pressing a soft kiss there too when the other man sighed softly.

“You know...I never would have thought-..” he interrupted himself, unsure of what he actually wanted to say.

“Yeah, me neither, “ Logan answered into the soft peaceful darkness, “Sometimes, I think, I may be thinking too much…”

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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You’re so perfect

Vans 28th Birthday special!!

Warnings: Smut

You'd woken up earlier than usual, the excitement something that kept you from your dreams. He was still oblivious to the world around him, in his own little world that somehow you had managed to get lost inside of.

He looked peaceful and you didn't want to steal him away from his lazy thoughts for the day encroaching. You got the feeling you were more excited for his birthday than him himself. Well no, you knew you were because nothing could level with your excitement. You loved people's birthdays and making them happy in general and so when it came to Vans it came to no surprise to you or anyone around you that you went all out.

Van, of course, was the opposite, not really that fussed and most likely all he wanted to do was lay in bed with you all day, cups of teas, pancakes in bed and obviously birthday sex. He was a simple guy, one of the things you loved about him.

You so desperately wanted to lean down and kiss him awake. Lips ghosting over each freckle from his jaw bone to the bottom of his back that lay uncovered from a restless nights sleep. But instead, you bottled up your desires and crept out of bed in search of the decorations you had hidden. The party shop in town had practically been empty by the time you left the shop so you had enough to decorate nearly the whole flat.

You started in the open planned kitchen living room. Sticking bunting and paper streamers to the ceiling. There were confetti and decorations you didn't even know existed, yet you are aged perfectly and satisfyingly around the shared apartment. Finally, you snuck into the bedroom with the final decorations pinning the banner which read 'happy birthday Van' from one side of the room to the other. It faced Van meaning that when he woke up he'd see it straight away.

You fiddled with the tassels on the balloons you'd brought in and fretted over the amount of paper confetti was enough to look like a light sprinkle of happiness on the floor. Happy with the outcome you wandered off to the kitchen fixing up teas and pancakes for your boy. Laying out the maple syrup and cut up bananas on a tray before leading it into your room.

He was still asleep and with your jobs done you happily joined him in the cosy sheets of your bed. He was warm and skin so soft it made you want to be wrapped in his arms forever. He lay on his front and he faced you, your hand dancing over his bareback whilst the other arm held you up.

You always got butterflies looking at him, knowing you belonged to him and he belonged to you. How perfect things were, it was crazy and almost unbelievable. Almost. You fell asleep next to him unaware that you'd miss half the day from your lye in.

When his eyes started to adjust to the morning light that was poking through the sheer curtains, meeting yours he smiled. Still getting used to a house and not a tour bus. He wriggled under your hand, moving his body to sit up slightly, making a little noise that made wake up and nussle into him.

You moved onto his laps straddling him and smiling giddily. "Happy 28th baby" you beamed, leaning down to kiss his cheek, soon enough he moved you to align his lips with yours.

"thanks sugar" his hair had fallen in front of his face, leaning down rubbing your thighs which were resting on his. The contact-making you want to throw away all your plans and to just bask in each others company all day. Although that's what you had been doing for the last couple since he came home.

"I made you pancakes and tea" you giggled when his fingers traced up your thighs and to your hips, feathery and light making it ticklish. "And your present is in the kitchen"

"my present is right here" he whispered, a childish grin painted on his face. You wouldn't have known he was turning 28.

"Vaaan!" You faked disgussed.

"Nah only kiddin' babe, thank you" with his apology came a kiss to your nose, moving to the corner of your mouth where you aligned up to him.

"happy birthday" you mumbled into the kiss before pulling away from him and reaching for the tray on the bedside table. Moving off him you placed it down on his legs and smiled giddily, ready to dig in.

"Jeez, you've outdone yourself love!" He praised your spread of sweet pancakes and everything you knew he'd want. On the tray next to the treats was an envelope, with care he opened it, reading what you'd written the day before. You smiled knowing of the contents.

He opened it carefully, noticing two bits of paper fall out. He ignored them, going to read the card, his face full of concentration of the words you had written for him. And then suddenly his face lit up and he looked at you in disbelief going for the prices of paper that he'd previously ignored.

"fuck y/n, how did you even.," he muttered with shock, inspecting the tickets for the national. It had sold out nearly immediately but with mates, at the venue in Leeds, you managed to pull some strings.

"I hope that's ok," you smiled at him.

"babe, this is class" and before you knew it he had his arms around you and kissing your cheek, mumbling thank yous and love yous over and over in your skin.

After his praises and many giggles, you both dug into the fluffy stack of American pancakes you'd made. Like a child he drenched them in maple syrup, squishing banana and chocolate chunks on top. You were surprised he managed to finish them.

Once he had done you took the tray away into the kitchen washing up and cleaning everything up. It was hot and the sky was completely blue except the odd wisps of cloud that reminded you of candy floss. You didn't even realize you had been daydreaming out the window until Van crept up behind you making you jump.

"shitting Christ Van!" You screamed. Brushing yourself down, slightly embarrassed he'd caught you in a land of your own.

"aww I'm sorry baby come ere'" he giggled, playing off his amusement by wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you from behind.

"you're so mean to me, I've made you all this and look what you do to me" you sulked knowing it he'd just find it cute, he always did.

"Nah, I'd never be mean to yous, and I love the decorations" he smiled into you, you felt his breath against your neck knowing he was inching closer to your skin. The thought of him there making a blush go to your cheeks and your blood rush, goosebumps on your arms appearing.

"I love how you still go red," he whispered, placing a kiss lightly on your cheek. So light that if your senses had not just been heightened, you'd never even noticed his lips had come into contact with the skin.

Your body felt overwhelmed with his touch. Hands on your waist, tightly gripping you as if you might leave. But you couldn't even if you wanted, your legs had long since turned to jelly and he was the only thing keeping you steady. He placed another kiss on the nape of your neck, releasing tingles throughout your body. His kisses slowly but surely became feverish until he spun you around, looking deep into your eyes as if he could read them. Then again he probably could, he could see the desire that pooled within them and the want that rimmed the iris. You were so predictable.

He'd made you restless for his touch, greedy and wanting more. His hands roamed your body, one of them veering south towards the heat which was ever growing needier by the second.

"Van, the boys will be here soon-" he cut you off with another kiss, stopping the words from leaving your mouth.

"let's have a shower" he managed to speak through the messy kiss he held you in, leading you down the hall to your bathroom. He turned the faucet as soon as he was in, letting it warm up whilst he took care of you.

You were still in his t-shirt that you slept in, falling loosely around your frame. He looked at you as if he had already undressed you in his head.

He closed the gap between you both, pulling the top over your body carefully. You were now naked except for the violet lace panties you had slept in. His hands trailed down from your shoulders to your hips pulling you into his, the pressure almost unbearable.

He had already been topless, only in a pear if boxers which you gladly stile from his body. There was something about the intimacy you both could share. It was hot and passionate but at the same time slow and full of appreciation, the safest you'd ever felt with someone. You quickly discarded of your panties and joined him in the shower, the heat surrounding you.

You pulled him closer, your arms resting loosely around his neck, fingers playing with his hair. You kissed the corner of his mouth, going to his jaw and trailing down until you were on your knees. He was already hard and you smiled, knowing you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

You took him in your mouth, setting out a slow pace, your hands working the base. You could hear him moan in satisfaction, deep guttural sounds when he called your name. His hands gripped loosely in your hair, pulling so you could feel his need. You could feel him pulsing, starting to speed up your pace increasing ever so slightly by the second.

"fuck y/n!" He called out loudly. One of your hands still stroking him, you softly traced down the inside of his thigh, making him moan even deeper when your head bobbed further over his dick.

You yours between speeds, making him wait for the climax knowing how much better the release would be. You could taste him, knowing his climax would arrive soon. Your cue to speed up, taking more if him, your eyes water. His moans and praises were even louder now, a warning that held true. He unloaded into your mouth, the salty liquid dripping out of your mouth, over your chin. You swallowed, wiping your mouth before licking him up until you met his eyes.

He looked shocked and deeply satisfied. "You like that birthday boy?" Shooting him a wink before he pinned you against the cool tiles of the shower and peppering kisses along your body.

"love you have no idea.." before you had time to even think through his next moves, his fingers were on your clit. Massaging around, swirling up where they threatened to slip inside of you. Your breath caught in your thought, unable to breathe knowing what he was doing.

A moan slipped out of you involuntarily when he dared, his arms wrapped around your waist whilst your arms held him tightly to you around his neck. He knew exactly how to work you, forcing moans and explicit things you never dreamed of crying out to slip from your mouth. You didn't even notice how loud you must've been until you heard someone call out.

"hellooo?" It was Larry's voice, and you could sense his cheeky tone. Your cheeks instantly turned a bright shade of magenta looking at Van as if you'd just been shot.

"babe it's alright, only Larry.." he said kissing you once more, his fingers pulling away from where you needed him most. It felt uneasy him not there, especially him leaving before the real pleasure kicked in. "Don't look so sad, I'll finish you off later" he winked turning the shower off and hopping out, leaving you even more red and flustered.

He wrapped a towel around his waist before holding one out for you signalling you to walk over to him. He wrapped it around you tightly, placing a kiss to your nose and patting you on the ass as you left.

"hi, Larry sorry bout that" you nervously apologized not quite sure what he had heard.

"s'all right y/n, sorry to ruin your fun" with his comment your stomach flipped and cheeks reddened. And before you could say anything the others came through.

"wow y/n, you look flustered, you ok" Benji chuckled, pointing out your uneasy expression.

"ah lads, quit teasing her ey!" Van warned them, although you could see his grin under his tone. Maybe he was happy the reaction he got from them or maybe it was the colour you had gone from both the lack of contact with him and the teasing.

You skipped over to the bedroom, hiding away to calm yourself down from the morning's activity, and your embarrassment. You let the towel drop to the floor and went to find something in which you could wear.

You pulled out the lingerie you'd splurged on from Ann summers for the special day and stepped into it. It was a completely sheer, mesh spotted body in soft baby pink. It was something you probably would never wear but now you were in it you couldn't help but check yourself out in the mirror. It accented your curves in all the right places and gave you the wave of confidence you had been missing.

You decided on your dark green pleated midi skirt and a black band tee, pairing it with a couple dainty necklaces and your docks. Before you could walk back to your group of friends, Van walked in a smug smile on his face and looking you up and down in what seemed to be awe.

"you look, beautiful love!" He complimented you, walking up giving you a twirl making you giggle with his playfulness.

"only for you," you smiled, resting your hands on his waist. He leant in smiling into a kiss that was only meant for the two of you. He left your touch, changing into some black skinny jeans, but you stopped him before he could continue dressing.

"I have something for you", You smiled up at him, half wishing you could just rip each other's clothes off and spend the day in bed, the other half excited to get hammered at the pub.

"ooh-" he mocked before you cut him off handing a present, neatly wrapped.

He opened it to find a shirt from Mary and Bernie. It was a deep burgundy, a colour he'd always suited. His eyes lit up when he saw the card reading who it was from.

"Thought you could wear that tonight" You suggested to him, taking the shirt from him and putting it on his frame, fastening each button, leaving a couple at the top for your sake.

You both returned to the lads together, hand in hand, brushing off their leud comments as best you could. Still going red when Bondy commented 'I didn't know you were so loud'.

Ater their teasing you headed out for tea at the pub in town. You had thought about booking somewhere fancy and posh but you weren't the types of people to dine in such places. You knew as soon as you sat down you'd all be judged and never be able to relax. The pub was your best bet.

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It was late in the evening now and you were without question glad about your decision of the skirt. It gave you enough room for the food baby which had reached its second trimester by the time shots arrived. You joked around with Larry about your 'baby', admitting to Van that in fact, it was Bobs. Making Bob beg Van for his forgiveness, explaining how you could raise the baby, the three of you.

Safe to say the night was going as planned, and as you swayed into Van's shoulder at the bar you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear, looking up him like a puppy.

"I looooove youu" You sang into his ear, giggling when he said it back, shaking your head. "No, like I reaaaally really love you Vannny" You slurred, if he hadn't dealt with drunk you for a while he wouldn't have been able to make out the words.

"And I reaaaally really love you y/n" He whispered in your hair when he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. "Thanks for making my birthday perfect," He mumbled.

Soon after you both decided it was time to head home, leaving the lads and walking home messily. You leant on him for most of the walk, hand in hand, happily drunk together, your favourite type of drunk. The cool air that blew a gentle breeze through the city sobered you up, letting you appreciate the night and the man you got to share it with.

"I can't believe that if you weren't born today, I wouldn't be here either," you thought out loud, drawing a laugh from Van.

"I can't believe I managed to get a las that is this funny and this beautiful when drunk!" He thought back, giving your hand a small squeeze.

The cool breeze was starting to give you shivers, making you ever so thankful your flat was so close to the pub. The flat was still fairly warm from the sunny day and warmed you up.

You were tired now and was happy when Van led you straight to your bedroom. You both stood there for a while in each other's arms, taking a breather from the day. He pulled away looking at you with all the adoration in the world. You smiled, unbuttoning the shirt that not too long ago you had been dong up. You helped him undress until it was your turn, forgetting your lingerie, you let him lazily undress you until you noticed his face.

He looked shocked, but a lazy smile lingered on his features. "God, your perfect" He whispered.

You giggled at his boyish smile, leading him to the bed in which he took his time taking off your body suite, your two tired frames snuggled up together, lazily kissing. No intent on anything else, just happy with the day you'd been given.

"Hope you had a good birthday baby," You mumbled into his chest, smiling when he just nodded into you. "Glad you liked your presents," You whispered, ready to close your eyes and drift to sleep.

"My favourite one was you," was the sentence that let you relax completely and made your heart melt. So in love with your boy.

A/N: Hey you beautiful people! So it’s Vans birthday today and I couldn’t resist doing a birthday fic, does anyone else wonder what he’s doing. Well whatever it is I hope he has a lovely day, as do you!! I’ve had alot of requests for Bob/Benji stuff so expect that next!! Anyway, hope you are well, I’m always here for a chat if you neeed xx Em

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

THE GAME

》 angst (fyodor x reader)

》 trigger warning! death, toxic relationship, manipulation themes

》 word count: 2.1k

》 hi i’m glad you liked the fluff, hope you like this just as much!

“your thoughts are not your own”

A series of calculated moves. The workings of a brilliant mastermind. It was going to be checkmate very soon. The pawn is going to be making her last move, and it would be tonight.

The lights that paved the way to your house intensified his evil grin. His long black hair covered his eyes as he walked forward with his head hung low. The ushanka he donned kept his ears warm in this chilly night air. To a mere stranger, he may have looked sickly. But unbeknownst to them, he couldn’t feel more alive. Tonight would be the night he could finally be free from your shackles. Or to be clearer, the shackles he had let you put on him.

It was a chore. A part of his mission he had to carry out. This role had left him figuratively paralysed. He had to act like a caring, doting boyfriend. For the longest time, he has had to act like you were an exception. How vile. There was nothing wrong with how you treated him, no. That was not what he had a problem with. But he had grown close enough to you to peek into your past— every little minute thing you have ever done.

And he could only think of one word to describe your sins: appalling.

The more he thought about it the more it gave him a headache. But, it was a silver lining. When the time would come for him to dispose of you, he would at least have no qualms about doing it. The art of manipulation was fun to execute, but it was getting much too boring. You were much too easy to control.

Tonight would be his first night returning to your accommodation in a week. It was a mere week apart, but he knew it absolutely drove you crazy. Mind-reading was not needed for him to know what you were feeling: paranoid, anxious, self-hatred. All of which was what he had aimed to induce in you. It would make you more agreeable, inspire you into taking action to make him happy.

Oh and how simple it was— a plain argument was all it took. He had hired a man to flirt with you, and as much as you were blindly loyal to Fyodor, you also always had trouble with turning people down. It was all too easy for him to ‘catch’ the guy laying hands on you, with you all flustered and wondering how to turn him down. All Fyodor had to do was put on an angry facade, pull you away and warn you that if you let others do that again that he would break up with you. Then he left you to your devices, and made sure you got the message by not showing himself to you— until tonight.

You had been practically shaking in your knees. It was entirely not your fault, but Fyodor was aware that you were too unaware to understand that. Such spineless nature— an advantage for him, but it would be the cause of downfall for you.

Oh what a sad thing, to be human and longing.

As he approached your door, he smelt the aroma of your cooking. You cooked very well, that much he would admit. He slowly opened the door and walked toward the kitchen, and there you were— so deep in thought about your cooking that you hardly noticed anything else around you.

So unobservant. So easy to assassinate.

Keeping his sinister thoughts under wraps, he put on a fake smile and approached you, placing a quick peck on your cheek.

Such a revolting action.

You spun around to find your lover, a relieved grin taking over your face. “Fyo, I’m so glad to see you again!” you exclaimed, giving the gentleman a tight hug. It was just all over your face how happy you were to see him again. You had obviously been fretting non-stop. Fyodor had been bombarded with messages the moment he up and left you that night after the run-in with the touchy man. He had gotten bombarded until tonight, even. Not that he gave it any care in the world.

I barely even have to try. How pathetic.

If you knew what was going on inside his head, you would have run for your life. But of course you didn’t. You didn’t even think anything was amiss. All that you had going on in your head was how you were going to make it up to him— you did infuriate him that night, after all. You thought about it as you started to loosen your hold on him.

“I have an idea! Go wash up, I’ll whip up something amazing for you!”

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

The night ended with dessert and a bottle of wine. Not that Fyodor cared or appreciated any bit of it. Still, he managed to play the role of devoted boyfriend perfectly— making sure that tonight you felt complete, wholesome. He needed you in a good mood, a willing-to-please mood.

He was sat on the couch, waiting for you to finish washing the last of the silverware. Once he heard the water stop running, he turned toward you, patting his lap, “Come join me, milaya.” Fyodor gave you the most sugary smile he could manage. Fake— but it looked sweet.

To anyone other than you, it was nothing but a mirthless smirk. However, you were blinded beyond saving. It was perfect in your eyes; just what you needed to end a dreadfully long week. The fact that Fyodor effortlessly knew exactly what was going on in your head made him more excited than you could imagine. Everything would go according to plan, and it looked like he’d chosen the perfect pawn. A strong and weak pawn, ironically, all in one.

Sinfully stupid.

It had been two long months you’ve been dating. He had researched enough on you to know what you’ve been searching for emotionally— a promise of a better life. Your childhood had been riddled with problems, most of which caused by the fact that you had come from a wealthy family. So Fyodor played the part of a humble, ambitious man who came from nothing. And you fell for him hard— hook, line and sinker.

You sat yourself comfortably on his lap, your head pressed against his chest. To you, it was cosy, comfortable. You wondered why Fyodor’s heart was beating so fast, but you took it as a sign that he was delighted by your affection. Which was half-true, he was delighted, yes, but only because he was about to make the pawn deal a checkmate.

“Do you love me, milaya?” he asked, gently ruffling your soft locks.

“More than anything in the world.”

“I know this may be going a little fast, but what do you think I go meet your father?”

You looked up at him in disbelief. Did that just happen? Did he just offer to meet your father? After all the horrible things you warned him about? This was going to be such a huge step forward in your relationship. Something you could have only dreamed about. But it was going to come true.

“Are you sure, Fyo?” you asked, searching his face for any sign of doubt.

He flashed you yet another sweet smile. “Of course I am, lyubov moya. You are special to me.” Fyodor leaned in to kiss you, just to make sure he got his message across. He didn’t even have to instil fear in you— he was almost in disbelief at how easily he was getting away with all of this.

And just like that, you agreed.

The meeting was to be on the next day, at noon, in the quiet park just a ways down from your house, before heading into the heart of the city for lunch. According to you, your father was elated to meet the man who has managed to capture your heart.

And controlled your mind, Fyodor added to himself.

That night as you lay asleep next to him, he smiled genuinely for the first time since he’s known you. He looked at your sleeping face. You were a beautiful lady, with a dangerously charming smile and an appeasing personality. That was the only thing he would admire about you— looks.

“You shall serve for the sake of God’s amusement,” he mumbled to himself, eyes still glued on you.

Fyodor inched a little closer to you to get a better look at your beauty, the smile still plastered on his face.

“What a pretty little disaster you will be.”

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

The next day couldn’t come quickly enough for Fyodor. You had just texted your father, telling him that you and your new lover would be headed to the park soon. You were very excited, and Fyodor could tell. You were all jittery.

“Okay I’ve told him we’d be there soon, so we should probably head out now.”

And the moment Fyodor heard those words roll out from your tongue, he dropped all his masks and chuckled.

Stunned, you turned to look up at him, and found yourself bewildered by the evil grin he donned. Did you miss something? What was going on? Why did that laugh sound so... soulless?

“F- Fyo,” you stuttered, trying to close the distance despite how terrified you were. “You... aren’t acting like yourself.”

What was this you were feeling? It was like complete... malice.

His chuckle got a little louder, his shoulders shaking, trying to contain his content. His purple eyes had lost all light, and the way he was looking at you chilled you to your very bones. “On the contrary, milaya,” he said, leaning down so his face was directly in front of yours. “I’ve never been more myself.”

You swallowed, confused by the sudden change in his demeanour. You fought back the urge to ask him about it in fear of the response you would receive. His eyes were still boring into yours, and you realised that the man in front of you was a stranger. A complete stranger. And it was then that you knew.

“I will pretend that I don’t already see the question in your eyes, milaya.”

Your worst fears have been realised the moment you noticed the threat in his eyes. So that’s all this was to him? A game? And you were nothing but a tool, a stone for him to step on to get to his true destination. Judging by recent events, his target was your father, and you had been the perfect ace in the hole, giving him exactly what he needed.

“I’m just a pawn,” you thought out loud, “in someone else’s game.”

Fyodor’s sinister smile never left his face. He placed a hand on top of your head. “Correct. And you’ve finally made a move.” He patted your head before continuing.

“After all, a pawn that does not move upsets the entire game.”

A thousand things were running through your mind. But one emotion stood out: fear. For Fyodor to have told you to your face that you were a pawn, after two months of keeping up with his boyfriend act, could only mean one thing: this was your first and last move. A pawn that was no longer useful would have to de disposed of.

“Don’t look so upset,” Fyodor said, amused by your reaction to his every movement. Such a pity that your beauty had to be wasted on your soul. “There are times when a well-placed pawn is more powerful than any other piece in the game.”

You wanted to punch him. To run. To get as far away from this sick, manipulative freak as you could. You hated that all you could think of now is not only of his murderous intent, but also of the small moments that had transpired between the two of you— the way his thin fingers always caressed your cheeks, or the warmth you felt every night as you fell asleep next to him.

“You should be rejoicing at the power you have.”

“I have fulfilled my purpose,” you resignedly admitted.

Fyodor was pleased upon hearing that. “Exactly,” he agreed. “So I shall reward you with this.”

You felt his fingers lightly brush against your cheek one last time, before blood started pooling at your feet and everything around you started fading into black. So, this was what you got for trusting the man, huh? What a stupid, foolish way of thinking. Nobody could be that perfect and be true. What were you thinking?

“May you be released from the yoke of your sins.”

His emotionless voice was the last thing you heard as you released your last breath.

“and then an uneventful demise”

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fangirlofbooksandpasta · 4 years

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It started with a study group

Young!Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader

Based of this post by @scaredofvscogirls, from my request (thank you btw!!)

Third year

The house teachers had made study groups for the students. That was how the whole thing started. Study groups in the third year – houses mixed together. Next to you sat a Gryffindor boy who was writing something in a notebook. He looked very concentrated. His brows were furrowed together and he was almost sticking the very end of his tongue out, but you couldn’t see that much. Although you could see the scars across his face, which made you wonder about him and what had happened to him. You recognised him, but his name and who he was had completely slipped your mind.

‘You may now begin practicing the spell! Remember to speak clearly and do the right wand movement, otherwise it can go very wrong,’ Professor McGonagall warned about a new transfiguration spell you were to practise together.

The boy turned to face you and you smiled nervously and moved a little to the side in order not to seem like a creep, you had basically been looking at what he was writing and just realized how inappropriate it was. But he was smiling and his eyes told you that he was a calm person.

‘Sorry, I didn’t realise that I was snooping.’ You apologised. You could feel that you were blushing, but he just smirked slightly at your apology and ran a hair through his curly hair.

‘No worries,’ he said and chuckled slightly. ‘You’re Y/N, right?’ He asked curiously. You were kind of surprised that he knew your name, as the two of you had never spoken before, maybe once in your first year. But you resonated his knowing of your name with the study groups being posted in every dorm, and you had classes together anyways.

‘Yeah, I’m sorry but I don’t remember your name?’ you stated. You weren’t exactly embarrassed but somehow it felt weird that you didn’t know the name of a classmate.

‘Remus Lupin,’ he answered and quickly something clicked in your head; he was a part of that group that everyone lowkey feared. James Potter and Sirius Black were notorious for casting charms and hexes on more or less innocent students.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t hex you,’ Remus said as if he had just read your thoughts. You chuckled nervously and glanced into your book.

‘Well, should we get started?’ You asked at which Remus nodded eagerly and moved his book closer to himself. So it started.

***

Fourth year

‘You know what we need?’ you asked Remus as the two of you walked towards the library. The study groups had ended in the third year, but you and Remus had agreed to keep working together. You had a good dynamic together and you improved each other. Like two mad scientists who kept prompting mad science – just magic.

‘We need a lot of things here, but what do you have in mind?’ Remus replied sarcastically as he pushed the door to the library open. You rolled your eyes before you followed him to the very end of the library where there was an isolated table where your conversation wouldn’t be disturbing other students. The library was almost empty anyways, as most students were home on holiday with their families.

‘A debate club,’ you stated. Remus tilted his head to the right while wearing a curious expression.

‘What do you mean?’ He asked and sat down in a chair. You looked around for a moment until you found a good way of explaining it.

‘It’s a club where students meet and discuss different topics. Like politics, for example. I was thinking about it last night after our talk about werewolves in the magical society and how it’s basically racism and discrimination towards a minority-‘

‘Over half of that discussion was you explaining those terms to James, Sirius and Peter.’

‘But you get what I mean! Right? I mean, in Ravenclaw we spend loads of time discussing things but I think it’s something that loads of students from all houses and years would enjoy,’ you said. Remus looked around the library while he thought about your proposal. He looked at you with a smile and those warm eyes and nodded.

‘I think we should ask the teachers about making such a club. I think you’re right, a lot of students could gain a ton from such a club, especially in these times with politics heating up,’ Remus stated before he looked down into his book. You hugged him tightly from behind, happy that he wanted to do this with you. You didn’t know, since you couldn’t see his face, but he was smiling wider than he remembered being able to and he was blushing immensely. He loved your touch but he was also too shy to let it be known. At least for now.

***

Sixth year

Brunch was almost over and you were ready to spend the Saturday reading – you had gotten Ulysses and had prepared with snacks from Hogsmeade, which were hidden safely a place you roommates couldn’t figure out. The Ravenclaws next to you moved for Remus to sit down. They all knew him and many wondered how he had come to be sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw. Either way, he was a friend of nearly everyone and they all said hello when he decided to spend time at their table or when you let him into your common room.

‘What’s up?’ you asked him as you sipped your tea. He looked kind of nervous which in a way it suited him. His dishevelled hair and hoodie. In the weekends you didn’t have to wear uniforms, and Remus was a big supporter of hoodies, zip-up or just regular, but always with a t-shirt underneath.

‘I was wondering if, er, you wanted to study together? We’re going to sit outside and study, or, me and Lily are. James, Sirius and Peter are probably going to do anything but study hehe,’ he asked while running his hand through his hair. You smiled and took his hand. You knew that he calmed down by the touch of you, although he didn’t say it, or didn’t know. It was just something you had noticed over the years. It was, after all, your sixth year and you had been friends since the third. That damned study group.

‘Sure. I don’t have any homework though, so I’ll just be reading. I can bring some snacks?’ You suggested and he smiled and nodded.

‘Sure, sounds good. We’re going to go out after brunch, I just need to get something from the dorm, wanna come with?’ he asked, once again nervously. You squeezed his hand and smiled.

‘Of course.’

You followed him through the picture of the fat lady while surrounded by the rest of the Marauders. You knew all of them, it came with being a friend of Remus’s. Lily and you often talked about the stupid things they got up to sometimes. But you couldn’t help but admire how the boys used the magic they learned, and how much magic they taught themselves because the classes were too easy or went too slow for them.

Remus led you up the stairs. He opened the wooden door with his shoulder first.

‘I’m sorry about the mess, you know who I live with…’ he trailed off as he pushed the door open. Before you was a red and golden round room. It was incredibly cosy. There hung posters of motorcycles, quidditch flags and banners, books everywhere, and magical objects, all of which you couldn’t even name.

‘It’s awesome!’ you exclaimed with a big smile. You hurried over to a window and looked out. The view was fantastic – part of the lake was visible as well as the quidditch stadium. You turned around to face Remus. He was leaning against a bedpost with his backpack halfway over his shoulder. He was smiling and his eyes shone with admiration at which you couldn’t help but smile yourself. You flopped your book onto a random bed and walked over to him and hugged him. He was a little surprised at first but quickly settled into the feeling and hugged you back, tightly.

***

Seventh year

‘Can you believe that it’s our last year?’ Lily asked into the air, the question not directed at anyone. James kissed her temple and she blushed slightly. She still hadn’t gotten used to the attention and affection given to her by James.

‘It’s unbelievable,’ Peter said while chewing on a chocolate frog. They were gathered in the common room on an early spring evening.

‘Do you know what you’re doing after school?’ Sirius Peter asked when he had swallowed the chocolate.

‘I think we should go travelling together, the six of us,’ Sirius said smiling. They had been talking about a trip for many years, but never actually started planning anything. James and Lily looked at each other as if they bore some deep secret.

‘What’s up with the two of you?’ Sirius asked when he noticed the look they shared. Lily started giggling and James sighed happily.

‘We’re thinking about getting married when school ends,’ he stated with a big smile. Lily looked lovingly at him when she had stopped giggling. Peter and Sirius looked absolutely stunned at the news and quickly hugged both of them, wishing them congratulations and asking them why so fast.

‘We just think that it’s the right time. With Voldemort on the rise we want to be able to celebrate it while we still can…’ Lily said and trailed off.

‘Wait, sorry Lils, but where is Remus?’ Peter interrupted. They all looked around the sparsely filled common room. Sirius smiled and nodded towards a couch. You and Remus were sitting, his arm around your shoulder and you leaning into him. You were both reading a book each and didn’t notice anything.

‘They’re so cute, are they dating?’ Lily asked.

‘Yes, but they don’t know it yet,’ James said making them all laugh and Lily roll her eyes with a smile.

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‘They’re talking about us,’ you whispered behind you book to Remus. He grinned at your observation and looked at you.

‘I have a question,’ he started. You looked at him and closed your book with a finger on the page you had reached. You were afraid he was going to ask you something uncomfortable, but you reasoned that he couldn’t with that smile on his face.

‘Yea?’ you said, urging him to continue. He breathed in as if he was very nervous – which he probably was. And then he took your free hand in his and started.

‘Are we dating?’ it took you a moment to swallow the question, and when you had you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the question, making him giggle along with you although he didn’t understand why you were laughing.

‘I thought you were going to ask me something much, much worse!’ you exclaimed happily. He giggled nervously and you calmed down.

‘I mean, if you want to, then yes,’ you answered him. And he smiled. He smiled so wide. It made you smile incredibly wide too. He leaned down and kissed your forehead at which you slightly blushed.

‘Of course I want to,’ he whispered.

You could hear Lily and Sirius cheering somewhere behind you, but in that moment neither you or Remus cared.

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