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moodymisty · 10 months
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In His Shadow
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Author's Note: A fun, personal project for one of my favorite clones. Finally a fic that I actually feel somewhat pleased with; It just seemed to work out well. I hope other people think the same, or at least enjoy it.
Summary: Sev has always been very purposeful in his gentleness towards you, but you don't want that this time.
Relationships: Sev/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Rough sex, Clothed sex, Alleyway sex, Quickies, Getting boned by a clone in full armor, Unprotected sex, Mentions of alcohol, Big meanie Sev has two modes
Word Count: 4368
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Sev has two sides.
He’s a romantic. You remember how surprised you'd been at that; How you'd read his messages to you that would be so heartfelt and dreamlike, telling you of pretty skylines on faraway planets and how he can still feel your touch on his skin. What he says could be at times be considered poetry in it's own unique way, sending them to you in the middle of the night when he’s just off the battlefield and the adrenaline was just starting to wear off, or when he's stuck on Kamino in the same routine since he was first popped from his pod.
Sev is also gruff. Cut off, quiet, to the point; Rough.
He rarely speaks a word at times, eyes always watching and thinking. Clone Commando training has sharpened him to a point, and leaves him stern, tight-lipped, and at times overprotective of the few things he loves.
You love both sides of him. You couldn’t get one without the other, and you wouldn’t want to in the first place.
But it would be wrong to say that you always want him to be a romantic. You love him, but you also wouldn’t mind if for a night, he didn’t handle you like you were a fragile figurine.
You know he can do it. You’ve seen glimpses of it, when he’s moments away from losing control, the edges fraying like a shoddy old rope about to snap. But he always manages to hold it together, to kiss your lips like it’s the first time, to gently cradle your neck instead of grabbing a fistful of your hair.
Maybe it just needs to be teased out of him. You know some of the things that make him hot under the collar, so you think you have the gathered up confidence to do so.
It helps that Sev is a little looser than he usually is tonight; Not by much, you don't think he'd ever let himself get plastered, but a good drink and some post deployment rest have made him just the tiniest bit more malleable. The same goes for the rest of his brothers, who sit at the same booth all relaxing over some drinks. Scorch and Boss have ordered the most by far, but no one is truly drunk yet.
You take a quick glance outward and note that the bar isn’t too busy; But the Deltas aren’t the only clones having been given a rare break from the war effort, so there’s still plenty of colored armor organized in batches throughout the bar.
The shinies will intermingle, but clones painted with the colors of a particular squad or battalion will usually stay within groups of their own. It's more so just familiarity than anything else, but it's something that's hard not to notice. The behavior is even more so common with the rare squads of Commandos who come in here or presumably other clone friendly bars, as they always stay with just their pod-brothers; And everyone else eager to stay away and let them do so.
It’s less so a suggestion and more a general rule of thumb; You don’t fuck with Commandos.
They are stronger, larger, and more antisocial. And when you pick a fight, you get the whole squad. Rarely do you deal with only one. As such, it’s not out of the ordinary for Clone Commandos to have bubbles around them, as many are too nervous to risk offsetting one of them. Rightfully so. And you aren't dealing with the usual training; Commandos are a whole 'nother level, at least according to troopers you've spoken to. Hell, one of them still thinks you have a screw loose for asking Sev out all those cycles ago.
Maybe you just have a thing for the odd ones.
“Come on, who wouldn't be confident in our flawless record?” Looking back across the table instead of staring off, you join back into the conversation. Scorch downs the last of his drink, and you’ve lost count of how many down he is now.
"I just think you all should keep being careful,” You look towards Fixer. “At least for Fixer’s sake. He has to deal with you lot the most.” He rolls his eyes, but hopefully for his sake they'll listen even a little bit. You'd like Sev to remain in one piece.
"Don't bother. They'll never listen. Not like I haven't tried a million times." Fixer shrugs his shoulders in less so defeat, and more so acceptance. He knows his brothers well. It makes you laugh, but you can't help but worry about Sev's recklessness at times; He always promises to come back home, but you can't help thinking about something happening.
But now isn't the time to worry about that sort of stuff anyways. Not when he's right beside you.
As if he felt you looking at him Sev turns his head slightly and looks down at you right against his shoulder, his eyes softening just a tad. He gives your knee a little squeeze, before taking back his hand. He throws his arm back around the top of the booth, so it lays just behind your head.
He's said before he loves the soft feeling of your skin, and once admitted in a moment where his lips were looser than normal that it distracted him. It's a weakness of his, and one that as you'd planned earlier, intend to exploit quite heavily.
It's been weeks since you've touched him, and now that he's finally back safe from deployment, you want him riled up.
Hidden underneath the table gently take Sev’s hand, holding it with both of yours. You keep it like that for just a bit, before finally making your move.
Slowly you pull his hand until it lands on your thigh, his fingers brushing just what would be the middle. Not high, but close. He glances over at you curiously for a moment, before looking back to his brothers. You've done nothing crazy, so he doesn't take too much mind to it; It's not as if he wasn't doing something like it moments ago.
You don’t even know what the rest of them are talking about anymore; Scorch is a blabbermouth when he drinks and conversations are changing so fast. You're more distracted by Sev now anyways, and you can feel your face start to heat up just a bit at the thoughts running through your head. You fan feel his large hand gently squeezing the meat of your thigh, feeling it mold underneath as he moves his fingers in an almost mindless gesture. Or maybe it isn't so mindless? He's sitting upright a little more now, and seems a bit more on edge.
With one hand you place it over his again, and slowly you begin pulling it upwards towards the tops of your thighs. His fingertips fall between, and he can feel how warm you are through the fabric of his gloves.
Sev this time gets keen on your plan, however. He only has to turn his body a tad, before he leans down into your space. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and you swear you can smell him even through the liquor and greasy food. But no one can hear him but you.
“Thin ice.”
Is all he has to whisper in your ear.
If his goal was to stop you, whispering in your ear with a voice so deep like chocolate over gravel isn’t going to calm you. If anything, he only makes your thighs tighten together, a jolt of sensation traveling down your spine directly to your cunt. You can feel his now warmer than usual skin as he presses his forehead to the side of your face, still looking like he's whispering something in your ear for a moment.
You have no plans to heed his warning however; And in another feat of daring, you slowly take a few of your fingers and slip them into his glove, your skin brushing against his as you try to take it off. You can hear his disapproving hum- even though he makes no effort to actually stop you- and once you manage to get his glove off your thighs spread just enough that you push his hand deeper between them.
He can feel the softness of your skin just below the hem of your dress, and given how sitting has risen it up slightly, he wouldn’t have to move much more to reach their apex. In fact, he swears he can feel your clothed pussy brush over the outer side of his hand. You only need to move his hand once to rub against the fabric of your underwear, before he pulls his hand away.
Sev leans back to look fully at you, and with one glance at his expression you know it’s over.
That ice he mentioned? It’s cracked under your feet, and you’ve fallen into the dark water. He is going to kill you.
Sitting up more rigid you clear your throat in an attempt to get the rest's attention, while also trying to ignore Sev glaring holes into the side of your head. Maybe you should've done this a little later, or maybe a little more slowly.
“Sorry guys, I’ve had a great night tonight, but I think I should head out.” Scorch is loud, louder than usual with so much spotcha in him, groaning at you.
“Oh come on! Don’t leave me with the two hardasses! You’re the only other fun one!”
You ignore his plea, and with hands pressing on the edge of the table you get up, moving to slide out. Sev follows, almost like a shadow. When you’re both standing he has a hand gripping the fabric on the small of your back tight.
‘Hurry it up.’, is what the silent gesture clearly says. You back up into him just a tad and your body presses against him, and you hear him make a quiet noise.
“Sorry Scorch. I’ll make it up to you all later." You take one step back, giving a small smile. "See you guys next time.”
With hasty farewells given, Sev's hand on your back pushes you in the direction towards the back of the bar, where there’s a hallway; At the end a door leading into the alley. It’s mostly storage back here and whatnot, but it avoids having to push through the crowds at the front of the bar, which is what Sev wants right now. He wants the soonest possible spot where he can surely cuss you out for this, feeling himself strain against his armor. No matter now many times he attempts to make room for his heated neck or adjust his codpiece, nothing gives him relief.
You glance up at him while you both walk, before looking down and seeing the way his hand is gripping the edge of his own helmet; You fear any stronger, and he might snap it.
Pushing the back exit door open you both quickly shuffle through it, the warm summer air feeling much cooler than the stuffy heat from inside the bar. Neither of you comment on it, despite there clearly being some unsaid words being between the two of you.
They definitely aren't about the weather, however.
The moment the door closes and the two of you are finally alone, he grasps your shoulder, pushing your back against the wall. He stands in front of you, trapping you against it as an unmovable force. Though not that you'd want to leave.
The alleyway is dim; The lights are burning out and the shell around them is old and worn. As such Sev’s face is shadowed, his body pressing you hard against the wall.
“What were you thinking?”
His voice is strained, glaring at you while you sink into his shadow. You purse your lips and roll your eyes.
“Can I not hold your hand?” Sev’s tone of voice is borderline venomous, strained as the rough fabric of his glove slides along the exposed skin of your shoulder.
“You were not just holding my hand. You know it.”
You do, but half the fun was pretending otherwise. Especially since that was another part of teasing him.
Your can feel the rough texture of the brick and ferrocrete through your clothes, all the while Sev’s chestplate is nearly pressing against your own chest. His helmet, which he’d been holding in his hand drops to the ground, settling upright so now both hands can grip at your form.
Leaning down his lips are ghosting against yours, and you can just barely feel them brush over your own as he whispers.
"You did that all on purpose, didn't you?"
He hears you let out a breathy laugh.
"Maybe." It didn't seem like Sev had the chance to shave since coming back, so the stubble on his face is rough when it brushes against your skin.
"Would you have kept going if I didn't stop you?" You more than likely would've hauled him off far before things got crazy, but it's not to say you wouldn't have dragged out the torture just a little bit more.
"...Maybe."
You feel his hands tense against your waist, and in one smooth motion you go from facing him to the wall, to your chest pressing against it. His hands slide downward to grip your hips and pull them towards his groin, forcing your hands to press into the rough texture of brick to keep steady. He takes a step closer, trapping you harder against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hip, pulling the front of your skirt up before sliding forward to slip between the front of your underwear and stomach.
It lingers for a moment, as if he's internally debating something; Before suddenly the tips of his fingers slip below the hem of your underwear, and you can quickly feel them roughly pressing against the soft mound of flesh just above your cunt.
“That little head of yours is going to get yourself in trouble,” He says, his lips pressing against the side of your neck just below your ear and feeling your blood thump with your heartbeat. It's a good thing you were in the market for trouble.
“Fuck Sev,” His gloved fingers finally slip between your folds, the rough texture teasing before he quickly removes them.
“Bite,”
He says, raising two of his fingertips to your lips. Gently you bit the fabric, helping him pull the glove off so he can shove it into one of his belt pockets with one hand. Once finished his hand quickly returns to it’s spot snug inside of your underwear, brushing across your clit as his fingers become slick before slipping inside of you.
"I missed you too..." He doesn't seem to respond to your silly little joke about his roughness, his fingers deep in your cunt as you pant.
The weather has been warming, so the evening is less a freezing nightmare and more so a cool evening, with just enough of a breeze to make your shiver. At least in normal circumstances, with Sev’s stuffy breath against your skin and his body right against yours, you feel more than warm enough- even with plastoid armor impeding.
You attempt to swallow your moans and keep quiet, even though the likelihood of anyone actually hearing you is quite slim. The music from the bar, and even more so the crowds of people, are producing an almost deafening amount of noise, not even considering the other ambient noise of the district; As well as the alleyway being tucked back between a maze of buildings.
“You’re so warm,” He growls in your ear, the deep gravel of his voice you can almost feel in your gut. It’s even deeper now, almost more so than it’s even been. At least that you remember hearing.
He hears your soft mewl as his fingers curl inside of you, the soft sounds audible even with the amount of noises from outside. Your thighs quiver just slightly before you manage to steady yourself, pushing back against him.
His hand slipping away from your cunt you can hear him fumbling with his armor, forehead leaning against the side of your head as he does so. You can feel how he has you nearly trapped against the wall, body looming over yours.
You know the moment he’s managed it, as suddenly you can feel his groin- and subsequently the outline of his cock through his bodyglove- against your ass. He groans, in both relief and ache as he feels your soft body against him. He's slow however, taking his time pressing his hips against you, lips against the corner of your mouth.
“You act all needy, and now you’re going to make me wait forever?” Sev’s grip noticeably tightens around your hips, slipping along the sides of your underwear and wrenching them down around the middle of your thighs.
“You’re really trying to test my patience, aren’t you?” Sev is a patient man, he has to be at times given his trigger discipline, but somehow you always manage to make it run thin. You turn your head over your shoulder in an attempt to look up at him.
“I thought I already did; It’s why you dragged me out here to-” Sev’s cock pressed harder against your ass, while his lips press against the corner of your mouth.
“You need to be quiet,”
He says, before pulling back and tugging at the seam of his body glove, pulling out his cock to slide against your cunt. Instantly it becomes slick against your outer lips, Sev letting out a shaky groan as he grinds between your thighs. It makes you press your body almost backwards towards him, even though you don’t have much room to move.
You can hear the strain in his voice, clearly already pent up from weeks apart. He might not say it, at least not often, but you know that's the case.
You gain a bit of room when he pulls back just far enough, though only to press his cock against your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside of you. While he isn't overly rough, he certainly isn't gentle; You're absolutely going to feel it in the morning. The feeling makes you gasp; The angle making him feel even larger, if that’s even possible.
The hem of your dress lays on the small of your back, pushed up by Sev while the front remains somewhat in place. He makes you suddenly gasp as his hips hit your ass, fully sheathed inside of you as the rough fabric of his bodyglove and sharp edges of his armor press against your exposed skin.
Even though he had just hissed at you to be quiet, he’s not exactly setting a good example.
You can hear the lewd sounds as he fucks you, as well as the grunts and groans from deep within his throat. Sometimes he swears, sometimes he has a moment where he mumbles your name against your skin, though it holds less sweetness than usual. Not to say he isn’t loving, but he’s more, animalistic.
He isn't saying those usual little mutters of incomprehensible praise, or giving soft touches, instead gripping your hips and driving into you hard enough to almost press you into the wall, borderline desperately fucking you. Your knees keep wobbling, unstable though Sev's grip is helping keep you upright. Your underwear slides farther down to your knees, upper thighs slick from how wet your are.
“I love it when you act like this,” His hips slam into yours harder, making you moan loud enough that you quickly clap a hand over your mouth for a moment.
“Rough? Fuck you with all my armor on like this? That why you kept acting like a tease?”
His teeth gently nip at your skin, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave dents. It’s not too hard, he’s teetering right on the line. Like he knows exactly where it is, as he’s had to steer clear of it. Now that he knows you aren’t made of glass, he can step just a bit closer to it.
“Want me to put the helmet back on?”
He teases, the deep gravel of his voice you can feel directly in your cunt. Next time you’ll consider the bucket, but your little escapade is already running on borrowed time.
He’s close, you can feel the way his face is so hot against yours, and how he can barely keep an even pace; Now so less fast and hard, and more uneven but slower, and deep. He's still nowhere near gentle, fucking you for all he's worth enough to feel like your feet are going to leave the ground.
His hips stutter, slowly almost to a crawl as he grits is teeth, hearing it in your ear as he groans as he finishes inside of you. Your body feels so warm, almost overwhelmingly hot; The building the only source of cold feeling.
Slowing down you feel his one hand slip from your hip back to your front, sliding over your already battered pussy. You just need that little bit more, heart thumping against your chest and lower stomach tight and twisting in knots.
His hand presses against your clit harder, almost rough- too rough- making you gasp and bite your lip. He wants you to cum on his cock and is on a mission to do so, his teeth scraping against the heartbeat he can feel against his lips.
“Fuck, fuck Sev-”
So so close, right on the edge...
He can feel your cunt tighten around him as he finally coaxes it out of you, your knees barely able to hold yourself up even with with being pressed and held so tight by Sev. Your breath leaves a moist patch on the wall, hands scratched and sore. All of you is sore, and will be even more so tomorrow.
But you did coax it out of him, with this being the goal. So while it this was the cost, you consider it more than worth it.
“Fuck,” Sev pants, his body heavy against yours- even more so with the added weight of his armor. “We should get out of here. Before someone sees.”
The likelihood of someone coming back here, other than maybe a clone with a similar idea as you, is incredibly slim. But needless to say you still agree. You're now a disheveled mess; Your dress is wrinkled and underwear stretched, a few stitches snapped and what amount of makeup you'd been wearing is now far less clean than it had been. It still looks in place, but you can see where your eyes had almost been watering, or your lipstick smudged across your face.
And Sev's; He's sporting a little kiss mark on the corner of his mouth but you elect not to tell him about it because of how good it looks against his tan skin and stubble.
Leaning away from the wall, the way Sev had you for so long it made your feet almost numb, stinging like little pinpricks. It makes them harder to walk on, your knees wobbly and body still hot.
“Just, give me a minute.” Sev’s hand weighs gently on your hip even after you gather you bearings, looking up at him. He gently brushes a chunk of hair from your face as you fix your clothes, before he follows you. He stays close the whole time, a hand on the small of your back.
“Don’t give me that look,” He says, even as you make sure for the fifth time your clothing is totally fixed before emerging from the back alley. Once you do his hand leaves your back, but he's still staying quite close.
“What look?”
He doesn’t answer, just looking down at you with a firm set brow, while hailing a taxi with his hand.
You both squeeze inside, and you give the address back to your place. While Sev doesn’t mind the barracks as much as the average clone, he’d still much rather go back to your place than them. Especially after everything.
You could more than do for a bit of a lie down after all of that, and surely Sev will join you. You only have him till sunrise, so you'll also like to get in some nice, quiet time.
He seems all for that as well, as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
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It’s in the mess hall after he's returned to the base, that Scorch finally decides to pry into Sev’s absence, doing so over a tray of lukewarm soup. The subpar food isn't of any interest to Scorch, especially since gossip is on the menu, and Sev was caught by them sneaking back into the barracks far later than he should've been.
They won't tell, but it's not as if they aren't going to pester him about it.
“So…” Sev looks up, just knowing that was a warm up sound to the question he knows is going to be thrown at him.
“How’d it go with the princess?” Sev takes a bit of his own food, not even bothering to look up at his brother. He knows Scorch is referring to their abrupt absence at the bar, and that's where his intel ends.
“None of your business.”
Fixer isn’t even going to step into this minefield of a conversation, and even makes effort to avoid eye contact and thus being roped in. He continues eating his food as normal, and hoping it eventually sizzles out.
“Oh what, did you finally scare her off with your shitty attitude?” Boss gives Scorch a stern look;
‘Play nice’, as he’s starting to tread into territory that is beyond his sort of teasing jokes.
Sev seems to have the matter settled on his own, however. He gives Scorch one look that would boil anyone else’s blood, along with the cover of unwavering confidence.
“She doesn't seem to mind it.”
Scorch rolls his eyes and resists the urge to audibly gag.
“Ugh, you two were made for each other. It’s disgusting.”
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fandom-puff · 3 years
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Smut-Tember Day 1- Reunited sex with Severus Snape
Pairing: Severus Snape x reader
Warnings: smut, reference to injury (nagini bite), mentions of scarring, snape lives AU
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“Severus?” You barrelled into the private room to the side of the hospital wing, eyes wide. “Is he…” you turned to madam Pomfrey as you saw the empty bed, your mind instantly jumping to the worst conclusion.
“Am I what?”
You let out a shuddering breath as Severus returned from the en suite bathroom, a glass of water in hand. His voice was hoarse (no surprises there, given the scarring around his throat) and through his treatment and trial he had gotten skinnier, more scrawny and haggard but… he was your Severus and he was back.
“Poppy, am I free to go home to my wife, or do you need to pour more potions down my poor throat?” He asked the mediwitch, a good-natured glint in his eye.
Poppy rolled her eyes and swatted his arm gently, warning him not to strain himself, though her words fell on deaf ears as she watched you retreat, severus’s arm wrapping around your waist, holding your firmly to his side.
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“Fuck,”
The curse tumbled from your lips without a second thought as Severus backed you up against the bedroom door. His long fingers worked their way up your blouse, until it fell to the floor, while you were extremely grateful for his choice to wear a loose T-shirt rather than his usual buttoned frock coat. As his chest was revealed to you, you bit back a gasp; although you were used to the silvery scars on his abdomen, nothing could have prepared you for the full extent of nagini’s bite. Though the initial would had scabbed and scarred over, his sallow skin was bruised, his veins showing black from where the venom had seeped. “Poppy says it will take months to heal completely,” he murmured as you’d fingertips ghosted over the spider’s web of veins that spanned across his shoulder and chest.
“My… beautiful, brave husband,” you whispered, looking up at his dark eyes and blinking away tears as you lowered your head to ghost kisses over his chest. “So strong,” you said. “I love you, Severus,”
Severus gave a small sigh of relief. “I love you too, YN. I kept going only for you,”
You were both crying, your tears mingling as you kissed. Your heated fever from before had dissipated into slower, gentler passion, yet it burned hotter than ever. You helped each other out of the remainder of your clothes, stopping to kiss and caress each newly revealed bit of skin, re-familiarising yourselves with your bodies.
As Severus lay back among the pillows, you moved to straddle him, gently lowering your weight onto him, and he whined at the feeling of your wetness on his shaft after so long, his hips bucking subconsciously, wanting to be inside you, for your bodies to be joined once more.
“YN, please,” he groaned, his fingers scrabbling to hold onto your hips. “I-I won’t last long,”
“It’s fine, sev,” you whispered, guiding him into you. As you slowly slid down onto him, you let out a long moan, mirrored by Severus. Gasping, you began to rock your hips slowly, not wanting to go full throttle just now; it had been so long, and you wanted to feel truly connected with your husband for the first time in almost a year.
Admiring your heaving breasts, Severus took hold of your hands, intertwining your fingers before kissing your knuckles gently, and you allowed yourself to fall forward, knowing he would catch you. You buried your head into his neck (the ‘good’ side), kissing his throbbing pulse over and over as your hips rocked and circled along his length, aided by his slow thrusts. Severus moaned, burying his face into your hair and kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you and holding you impossibly closer to his body, rubbing soothing circles as your breathing grew louder and more laboured, and he felt your knees gripping his hips, your heat gripping his length.
He could not warn you that he was about to come, his breath catching in his throat as his toes curled and he spurted his release into your waiting channel. You whimpered into his neck, and with a few more wriggles of your hips (and his thumb pressing against your clit) you too were tumbling off the edge of pleasure, fresh tears streaming down both of your faces as you called out your love for one another.
Gently, you dismounted, snuggling into Severus’s side as he cast the cleaning and contraceptive charms with a well practiced flick of his wand. 
“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, reaching to squeeze his hand.
“I’ve missed you too,” he replied, swiping away your tears with his knuckle, despite the tears glinting on his own cheeks. “I’m never leaving you again, my love,”
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tavsianus · 2 years
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ALOT of Fic Ideas, Because Why Not?
-After the Shrieking Shack Accident, James tries to use his life debt to date/get close Snape (because, why not? In this fic he had a crush on him but was in denial for a LONG time.) And Snape is not happy about this. But James still does, tries his best to get close. Snape thinks its he does this so he doesn’t tell anyone (SWM doesn’t happen.)
-Severus is homeless. Like, his dad threw him away when he was like 13-14. And whenever he comes back from Hogwarts he just stays wherever he can, works at jobs to earn money. Because of this he has to wear third hand clothes and stuff. He doesn’t goes to the police because he is afraid to be not able to continue Hogwarts. James learns this. And want to help because…he is gryffindor? idk.
-Again, a Shrieking Shack Accident fic. Snape is horrified and scared shitless. Evan Rosier realizes this and starts to be like a body-guard towards him (Because he did have a little stupid crush, and is more calm with him.). James is not happy about this because James likes him and Sirius did this to be a dick. He tries to get near him and talk, be more friendly but Evan doesn’t let him. Eventually, they start to date and James looses it. (Ofc its gonna be Evan RosierxSeverus Snape, because no way Snape could forgive him and he needs someone that can love and protect him and who’s better than the crazy boy Rosier.)
This could be Snape x any marauder (for more angst Sirius/James, for fluff Remus). They have to sit together for Potions and at the class the ML realizes that Sev has cuts on his arm (He is depressed/suicidal). And ML tries to get closer to him to learn what is going on. (For more angst and sadness there could be fights, blaming, mental breakdown..)
Severus is a prostitute AU. Wears mask when doing it. (For more angst, hurt/comfort it could be because he needs money/if that’s too much, maybe he just likes sex but doesn’t want people to know about it.) It could be Sirius or James ship, (I can’t imagine Remus in this.) ML falls in love with this mystery guy and tries to find him. Learns its Snape and doesn’t know what to do, wants to learn why… (It can also be a non-Magical AU, too, btw)
Its Care of Magical Creatures class. Suprisingly, animals love Snape and he loves them. Hagrid(or whoever the teacher is) brings a unicorn and doesn’t let anyone aproach. Sev tries it and the Unicorn let him. Everyone is shocked. Remus is very interested in him after this. Because, maybe he can also approach his wolf and can calm him so he doesn’t get so much hurt?
Triwizard Tournament AU. But its in Hogwarts, with he houses. Everyone is hyped about it. Sev wants to try because he could get money and fame. James thinks he is gonna win but when he sees Snape does better than he thought he freaks out. They have fights/confrontation/break downs…(Could be Snames)
After a Potion/Charm accident (Prank) at class Severus turns into a child and as a punishment they have to take care of him until he turns normal again. (also could ba ship, with whoever cast the spell that made him a toddler..)
I want a story where Severus goes wrongfully to Azkaban for something. And once he is out (because he is proven innocent, maybw because of the help of Regulus Black?) he isolates himself from everyone. But marauders/Lily feels bad about it and try to get closer to him but he his like ‘nope’. (Could be a Snegulus ship because he helps him get out and they get closer because of it.)
The Second Wizarding War (Harry’s time). After a mission Snape goes blind for a while (Dumbledore is searching for a cure) and Sirius has to look after him at Grimmauld Place because everyone else is busy and they are all alone. Sirius is a jerk at the beginning and Snape tries to do things alone but slowly they start to get along.
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thebadgerclan · 3 years
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Little Tease
Pairing: Severus Snape x reader
Requested by @fandom-puff
Summary: Your choice of attire gets Severus a little riled up...
Smut!
Severus thought he might just die.  His eyes tracked your hands as they pulled sheer black stockings over your legs and hooked them onto a garter belt.  His mouth dried out and his cock hardened in his trousers.  Severus stalked over to you, coming to stand behind you, his hips grinding into your ass, arms coming around your shoulders.  “Have you any idea what you do to me?” he asked, and you smirked, pulling open your dresser drawer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” you replied, selecting a plain black skirt that fell to your midthigh.  But Severus wouldn’t let you move from his embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw.  “Don’t you?  Then just why are you wearing those stockings, my sweet?  I think that you’re trying to tease me, distract me, hmm?”  That was indeed your intent, at least part of it, but you weren’t keen on giving up so soon.  “Why would you do that, Sev?  We both know how much we have to get done today.”
“We can get that done after I fuck you,” Severus said, spinning you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours.  You resisted the intense urge to melt in his arms and let him have his way with you, instead pushing him back gently.  “I wish I could, Sev.  But I have to go into town and pick up a package for Sirius.”  Severus sighed, stepping back from you.  He might be insanely aroused, but if you said no, then he’d go no farther.  You pulled your skirt on, fixing your hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “I’ll be back, love.  And maybe later I’ll let you have your way with me.”
As you exited your bedroom and went down the many stairs of Grimmauld Place, you smirked to yourself.  You didn’t really need to go into town, you could have asked Remus or one of the younger Order members to do it, but what could you say?  You wanted to tease your man.  About an hour later, you returned, giving Sirius his package before heading back upstairs.  Severus caught you halfway up the stairs, pressing you against the wall and kissing you hard.
“I’ve been hard all morning, Y/N,” he rasped against your lips.  “So fucking hard.  I keep picturing your perfect legs in those damn stockings.”  You sighed into the kiss, one arm around his neck, the other hand on his chest.  You trailed that hand down his body until you were cupping Severus’ bulge, making him whimper.  He kissed you again, keeping you against the wall, his tongue entering your mouth.
You gently squeezed Severus’ erection, and he gasped, rolling his hips into your hand.  Just when you were about to suggest moving to the bedroom, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.  “What do you two think you’re doing?”  Molly Weasley stomped the rest of the way up the steps, fire in her eyes, and you stepped out of your husband’s embrace.  “Molly,” Severus greeted, his voice slightly strained.  “Really you two, I’d have thought you’d have more self restraint than a few 6th years!”
“We are married, Molly,” you said, stepping in front of Severus, both in a protective movement and to hide his erection.  “There is nothing wrong with-”  “I’m noy saying there’s anything wrong with it!  But in the hallway where anyone could see?  There are students here, Severus!”  He said nothing, not trusting himself to speak.  “Now,”  Molly continued.  “Get yourselves together and downstairs for the meeting.”  The Weasley matriarch turned and descended the stairs, Severus sighing when she was gone. “Some nerve on that one,” you muttered, righting your skirt and heading downstairs, Severus following close behind.
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Of course, it was when Severus was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, when his cock felt like it might burst with how it ached, when he was seriously thinking about taking you over the table, that was when the meeting ran long.  Molly hadn’t stopped you from sitting next to your husband, and you could feel the arousal and tension radiating off of him.  He tried to listen to the meeting, he really did, but Severus’ mind wandered to fantasies of fucking you in every position imaginable.
His hand strayed to his hips, and Severus thanked Merlin that the tablecloth concealed his waist.  Slowly, he pressed on his cock, nearly hissing at the stimulation.  He’d refrained from touching himself while you were gone, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.  Severus palmed himself slowly, enough to relieve the ache, but not enough to truly pleasure him.  His teeth were grit, holding back his sighs and moans of pleasure, his hand working his cock slowly.
When you noticed, you stilled his hand, and Severus couldn’t keep the desperate whine from leaving his throat at the loss of stimulation.  “Soon,” you whispered, eyes staying on the table before you.  Finally, Sirius rose, saying the meeting was over, and Severus thought he might sob.  As soon as there was a clear path up the stairs, he bolted up them, dragging you behind him.  The door to your bedroom slammed shut, and once it was locked and warded, Severus was stripping you naked, moaning at the sight of you in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful,” he said, tearing his own clothes from his body.  “My gorgeous wife.  And you’re all mine.”  You’d been wet all day, as Severus had been hard all day, and you whimpered as he pulled you flush to him, kissing you deeply.  Now naked, his hard, weeping cock pressed to your abdomen, and your pussy clenched around nothing.  “Severus, fuck me,” you pleaded, and that was all he needed to hear.
Severus roughly pushed you onto the bed, flipping you onto your belly and pulling you up to your hands and knees.  There was no need to ready either of you; you were plenty wet enough, and Severus lined himself up, thrusting into you hard.  “Fuck!” you shouted as he stretched you out, cock filling you up just right.  He set a rough, hard, nearly brutal pace, skin slapping against skin, sweet, desperate moans filling the room.  Severus bent over you, rutting into you like a dog in heat, the pent up desperation and need he’d felt all day finally letting loose.
“Teasing me with those stockings all day,” he grunted.  “Fuck, Y/N, the things you do to me.  I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, ever since I saw you put those bloody things on.”  “Sev,” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head.  “Yes!  Right there, oh fuck!”  The head of his cock was ramming into your g-spot with each thrust, the angle allowing him to fuck you deeper.  His hips moved with almost inhuman speed, drawing you closer and closer to that blissful peak.
And Severus sensed it, as he always could, and brought a hand around your waist to rub your clit.  “S-Severus!” you wailed, bucking your hips weakly to match his thrusts.  “Yes!  Oh, yes!  Please, please, oh fuck, I’m gonna… yes!”  Your words devolved into a string of gibberish as your orgasm crested, legs trembling and giving out beneath you.  Severus held you upright as he came, biting down on your shoulder as he released within you.
“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing over your neck and up the side of your face, pulling out a moment later.  You whined at the loss, content to lie with him inside you for hours on end, keeping you filled up, but sense was also lost on you at the moment.  Severus cast the contraceptive and cleaning charms, pulling your stockings and garters from your legs.  He then lay down at your side, pulling you into his chest, kissing you sweetly and tenderly.
“Little tease,” he whispered, a smile on his face.  “I love you so much.”  “Hmm, I love you too, Sev.”  “You looked so damn beautiful in those, Y/N.  You always look beautiful, but those stockings just added something to it.”  “Thank you, Sev.  I thought you’d like them.”  “Oh I do, very much.  I think I’ll have to buy you more.  A lot more.”  You laughed softly, cuddling closer to Severus’ chest.  “My beautiful wife, I love you.”  You hummed, too fucked out and tired to respond, but the sentiment was clear.
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madfantasy · 3 years
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I haven't seen you post in a while, I hope you've been doing okay? How is everything? Hope it's been a good year so far for you 💕💕
You're too kind, u & everyone who made inquiries, bless ur hearts.. im sorry for disappearing, but yeah, I don't have net— using my phone credit and hope this posts..
I tried to record my voice answering this, like I sometimes did on tik, suddenly ended up trying to muffle the floods of my burning tears, so now I have an awkward vid of me talking then weeping out of nowhere, which a good reason for me to keep up the no cry habit, heh.. but seriously, I suppose I'm fine till I be conscious of it.. its much easier for not to talk .. even tho I'm aching to be back in thy company, lonely in my foresight to catch on to the present that joins us, hand held out to reach like minded souls but shying from the fear of forgetfulness occurring..
I'm fine tho, did few new stuff, merely drowning in too muchness and nothingness as usual, this month I guess you could say I took an act of mad fury in search of any happy source because the echoing silence and the swarm of sadness nipping on my brain cells thickened, and the reasoning merged with the obscene. So instead of giving my guardians the usual of 3/4 of my earnings last month for net and groceries, I spent it all. Ya know, as it was told to me it mine to do as I please? As being prevented any chance of work if it was possible, 't was supposed to be spent on art supplies & measly delights craved for years ?
Before hand, I've been begging them to take me for months to get any clothing or whatever, be it the first time I ever see a shop, then just to drive around, then just me peaking to the outside when the front door is open, merely seeking change I suppose. They kept vaguely promising me until they refused point blank— getting tired of my nagging, then their car just stopped working till this day. Its in the workshop rn..
Anyway, befouled by despair, needing the mere basics of life and not granted, I was delighted when i found a site to buy from cheap & pretty, I pressed buy without any further considerations, or taking their permission and thrilled to be able get gifts for my siblings too. I say gifts but really they are deprived necessities too and not even much just one each cuz well, they are 5 of my babies and to start with the top of priorities; we all draw
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I could already see it, they can't help themselves; heck seeped through the clenched gates of their mouths, trying desperately to poison me with undirect attempts this time, cuz I bought for my sibs they're out of the option of calling me selfish. I was upping the same trance like state of vague existence dealing with them, absorbing their insults and degrading just to make sure my shi arrives safe.
Unfortunate for me, the site chose the worst carrier in this country
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I did everything in my power to make it into their convenience, by embarrassingly messaging the carrier daily, they took a week of promising to deliver and flanking so my guardians reached a heated level of threatening, waving their hands nd almost tossing shi at mE saying that they don't care if they came and if i dared to order something again they'll do this and that. Not allowing me to open the door for the delivery guy when he comes, blaming me for missing vaccination dates (they kept missing them even before)& missing going to important places(again, they just didn't go to for ages), made them loose sleep, etc etc— in turn, I seen red and regretfully blew up.
I screamed at them its literally the only time I ever did this, it BECAUSE it easier on them & I'll do what I want whatever anyway, & to stop interrupting me while I try to explain things , then they suddnly back done and be like I'm not mad at u I'm mad at the delivery ppl, that they are proud of me for being able to do all this, and such sort. I left them to cool in my room, Idk how I did it but must have slam-gripped something so hard it chipped most of my short nails & cracked one, was glad I didn't hurt my drawing hand but yeah, goofy mani
They robbed me of the joy of anticipation & the dissipation of apathy, I started to lose sleep again and my liberating dreams left me and I don't think I remember leaving bed.
But still, If not force myself to do things.. there'll be nothing for me if I don't.. at least I know im able of that
I got my guardians happy tho after another tiresome refusal, by trying out one of those Uber-eat like local apps here, since they have no car and being disabled & ill, I ordered McDonald's for the first time. Slythry behind their backs per habit, told them someone coming and they had that look again, but thankfully the guy came through and didn't steal my money, heh. For a big 1800 calories meal I suppose it was passable, the happy fam faces I got was the real treat..
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Oh with that thing with the credit card stating I owe them money, waited weeks & nobody got back to us? They started taking from my guardian's account directly to pay it, saying oh we did send you warnings--- TO THE SHADOWY LINES OF THEIR POSTERIOR A.K.A NOWHERE. Thankfully the account is mostly empty nd just for random transactions, i alerted my guardians not to use it. And again, my god, another round of endless calls and promises started, and we wait again so they just don't act as if we owe them a frking 17k dollars that we don't have.. was panicking cuz I have nothing and but my guardians were weirdly comforting about it and told me not to worry
One thing good bout no net is it made me stop thinking about life in general, and stop the tiny unnoticeable prick of misery when I have no input to share, trying not to helplessly compare people just living, in inflated style or not, in media, to my isolated-most-of-my-life style and missing much of that organic "life experiences and chances", heh. At least, my situation would be favorable to me if it was ever possible for it to let me have peace, or have the simple knowledge I'm not virtually imprisoned and have never familiarised with nothing of this world but the surrounding walls.. its nice to have more time to be consumed by muse and day dreaming that flutters life through my dull being and sing chorus of inspiring means for art to flow and finds its way delicately onto my realised canvas.. but no, I continued drawing whilst sight blurred with salty droplets contradicting that happy tintin dance on tiktok I worked so long on just cuz I couldn't stop, not the tears or the mad scribbles of determined intention to visualise the mourned excitement I need, hating everything I make
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Somehow the lilac dream still intrudes, visualising me friends, living, in a quaint home, maybe we roommate, arm in arm we go to make every fracture of fate's encounters a disgusting adventurous thrill, like building a maze of cardboard or chasing each other in the dark.. maybe getting that half bleached head and endless ear pericings ... then it dies and I totally forget it..
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But what those awesome headphones helped me do, literally blocks all their voices listening to Sev losing it and I can Waltz around not feeling gutted to go and interfere or play the referee each time. But I can't wear them forever, gives me a bad headache, and honestly; I can't be too neglectful.. my sibs hates me for it already hehe
At least these clothing came true to their measurements, felt the new sensations on how everything I wore hugs me & learnt the baffling ways on how "gender" and region plays different tunes on the same measurements. Getting fitting things felt like suddenly there's hope to be, for myself to be me, and ease this severe disassociation between who I am, and what my body is .. from how little I see myself nd consider it worthy of anything because of how long it been living like a phantom among people.. to numb this dysphoria until it be gone one day
Saddened that the only site I can't order from again if they keep using that awful carrier
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I missed our country's 91 national day, too. They made sales everything 91 riyal so.. but knowing the sellers here, I don't think most of em went true with their offers.. Horrible news tho on the celebrations, sigh
I turned this into a dear diary, guess bothered you enough today, sorry
So thankful to yous, Idk if I can be back, but I'll remain creating, and will keep the thought alive of being tickled when sharing my creations with your viewing pleasure somehow
'till then my precious dears, take care 💛🙏
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hereticcryptid · 3 years
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Whore Snape gave Luna a corset
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When with Sev, Luna lat slip that she wanted a corset but couldn't find anything she liked. What did he do? He proceed to make her one. On Christmas, he gave it to her. Luna loves it, now she wears it all the time loose under her clothes and over them when at a prom.
Ps.: wanna be mutuals, @slyther-bi ?
Pps.: not me tracing over pictures of myself because I can't find the ones I want
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rotten-games · 3 years
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Okay so finally got a commission done after torturing myself over it but if you want any changes made to it feel free to contact me and I’ll be perfectly happy to do so for you.
The com is for PrimordialFloozy on Ko-fi and they asked for a NSFW poly short with Cal, Severa, and an NB!MC. Hope you enjoy it!
Suspense twitches your fingertips as you lock eyes with Severa, a slow grin making its way onto her face. Dark eyes crinkle at the corners, her hair falling over her face as she turns to eye the closed door. "You know the plan." She says, low and rough, a lip sucked between her teeth in anticipation. Her fingers twitch, like she's reaching for a blade, and glares at that door like she's attempting to will Calyssa to walk through. She should be here any moment, but when you can't say.
For a long moment you simply let your eyes drag down Severa’s usually unkempt form. Tonight she’s all sheer cloth and black lace, her curls teased and prodded into something undeniably sexy but ultimately, completely, Severa. The woman beside you, to her credit, doesn’t quite ogle you, instead hooking a finger around the strap on your shoulder and giving it a tug as if to tell you to get going. You blanch, feeling your cheeks heat, "R-right. Um… You distract, I’ll, uh, sneak up on her," you nod, turning your own head to stare at the door to your chambers. "Got it."
Severa, with a fond little huff, squeezes your wrist. Her fingers are cold against your skin and linger for far too long before she unravels herself from around your limb. "Little meek thing,” She breathes beside your ear. A shiver runs up your spine, your legs momentarily going weak as if you’ve been poisoned by those searing hot words against your skin. Try as you might you just can’t find the words, not even with a stammer, “Get into position."
Oh, and you do. Pressing a kiss to her temple--you know Severa certainly wouldn’t make that move--you shuffle to the lounge just beside the door and plop yourself down; Cal’s had a hard day, your mind rationalises, you’re sure she won’t look anywhere beyond her nose as far as passing out is concerned. And… you hate to admit that you need a moment to recover from Severa’s sudden assault.
It takes some time. Each set of footsteps that march down the hall granting you one small modicum of hope before you realise they're too quick, or too spread out, or even too heavy. And so you wait until the familiar stomp of her boots echoes down the hall as they are wont to do at the end of a difficult day. At the door you hear a heavy sigh and, preparing yourself, you hold your breath.
The door swings open with a heavy thud, old boots stepping through like scavengers picking through the dead on a battlefield. You find, halfway through the motion of Calyssa spotting Severa sitting on the edge of the bed with a winning smile and nothing but that pretty little garment, yourself freezing in place, breath held as if being found would mean the very end of you as you know it. Cal, however, is enraptured.
“Now what’s this?” She says through half a chuckle, stalking forward like a lion after its prey. Pulling Severa into her arms, Cal is greeted by a smirk--but you know it for what it truly is; Severa’s looking over Cal’s shoulder, directly at you. Standing as quietly as possible, you slowly pad your way towards the pair as they sway. “Come on, Sev,” she snorts, “What’s the occasion?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Comes the reply, cheeky, like Severa isn’t yearning for her every touch (but of course, she would never say so, she has dignity). Cal, to her credit, simply pulls Severa closer, tugging a strap of the lingerie between her teeth. “Hey,” Severa sighs, not at all actually irritated, “Keep off it, you know how much I paid for this?”
“Repairs wouldn’t cost nearly as much.” Cal grins back, slowly letting her fingers drag down to Severa’s waist. One step, two, another, and you’re finally at the woman’s back, your heart stammering in your chest like a teenager on their first date. A part of you is petrified, not scared but nervous, as you loiter, simply content to watch as Cal presses her lips to Severa's neck. No. No, you have to go with the plan. You gather yourself, reach out towards the woman before you, and take a handful of her shirt, giving her a tug. She immediately spins, and the trap is set.
Severa grabs a hold of her, strong hands caressing across her hips before squeezing, as you press against Calyssa with your best attempt at a seductive purr. There’s amusement in those warm brown eyes of hers, something about the situation entirely humorous despite your touch dragging across her shoulders. “I see what this is.” Cal chuckles, catching your chin between her fingers and dragging her thumb across your bottom lip. Your heart shudders, body freezing momentarily with a sharp intake of breath, but in the next instance you only find a frown. You want her to touch you, but at the same time… this isn’t the plan. One brow raised, Calyssa sighs, unhands you with that grin of hers and a wink. “All right, I’ll play along.”
Severa grunts, her hands sliding up underneath Cal’s loose shirt. She absently mouths at the woman’s neck, earning her a little hum of approval before teeth get involved. It only takes a moment for you to realise what you’re supposed to be doing. Jumping at the chance, you cup Calyssa’s cheeks and drag her into a kiss; it’s a little clumsy, her hands twitching at your sides like she wants to pull you closer, take control, but instead she toys with all the little straps and lace that adorns your body, a quiet appreciation that does little to cool the flame threatening to erupt in your loins. You kiss and you nip until you’re out of breath, unable to calm the rampant beating of your heart or the hot flush that curls across the surface of your skin, sharp as a knife. Only when you pull away do you see that horribly cocky smirk once more, something challenging in those eyes a part of you wants to submit to. Severa, for all her self-restraint this evening, is beginning to lose interest with simply grabbing and fondling at Calyssa’s strong stomach. “So, we were thinking…” Fingers toy with the top of Cal’s shorts, tugging at the waistband like she’s requesting entrance. “You let us do all the work today.”
There’s something like surprise swimming in the woman’s eyes momentarily as she mulls over Severa’s proposal, a small inkling of an idea finally dawning in her mind. “I think I know what you’re trying to do,” Cal says breathlessly, pressing back against Severa with a smirk. “And while I suppose I could turn this all around on the both of you--” She could, you know this as well as she does; she could kick both your asses in and out of the ring. Separately, perhaps. “--It’s been a very hard day.”
Severa barks out some laughter, wrapping one arm snugly around Calyssa’s middle as her free hand slips past the waistband and into her shorts and underthings. “Right,” She grins, “Because you’re a big fucking hero.” Cal bites her lip, shifts so that Severa can better please her, then drags you in close again, the grin widening. With barely any hesitation, you wrestle her dirty old shirt off and throw it somewhere behind you; once it’s gone you simply don’t care where it ends up. What you’re so much more content to focus on is Cal’s collarbone, raining down little nips and bites across the sensitive flesh like you’re trying to devour her.
Cal tenses, her grip on you momentarily tightening as she lets out a pleasant sigh. Her body is pliant to your hands now, utterly content to respond and acquiesce to every caress, every touch you and Severa lay upon her. It doesn’t escape your notice that Cal’s breath hitches every time Severa caresses slowly across her inside her pants. “You know…” She says slowly, letting her fingers drag down your spine, “I think I quite like this side of you.” Your body erupts into flame at that, but the look you give Cal only results in a breathy laugh that makes way for another quiet moan. When you give her a retaliatory bite on the neck her knees tremble, and it’s then she takes a hold of your neck and forces you to look at her. Cheeks flushed with desire, arousal drops from every word you don’t quite hear when she drags you both into bed.
Somehow, you make Calyssa plead. Perhaps it’s just the long day weighing her down, or perhaps you’re better than you really thought you were, but either way you somehow manage to wring each and every moan of your name from her tongue like a preyor. Quite a feat, for Cal. As she stretches out on the bed beside you, she glances at you through half-lidded eyes. Severa snoozes in her arms, her bare back glistening with sweat even in the low light of the dying day. The both of them are incredibly beautiful, whether they’re wearing rags, lace, or nothing at all.
A part of you wonders how you got so lucky.
“As much as I enjoyed that,” Cal says with a tired, yet salacious grin, her hand slowly caressing down Severa’s back, “What brought it on?”
“Oh.” You say hoarsely, “I mean… Sev was kind of grumpy you always manage to get one up on her and I just… sort of thought, maybe…” Your face feels hot, not just from the sweat or activities of before. No, from embarrassment as Cal’s grin only grows.
“It was your idea.” She says.
“No!” You insist, then shrink, “Well, yes…” Cal’s caress across your cheek sends a shiver down your spin. “I, I just wanted her to… did… did you like it?”
“Does it look like I liked it?” Comes the reply, forcing you to look at the woman as she challenges you with that mirthful stare. She doesn’t let you answer before she drags you in close, presses a hot kiss against the top of your head. “I think I’m going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. Don’t want you getting a leg up on me again.”
You doubt she’d mind if you did.
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lipstickbisous · 4 years
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the lion and her sun. (4)
LOST LANNISTER PRINCESS
notes: so far, every chapter has ended with aurane rejecting oberyn sooo. and yeah some facts abt this might wrong but hey..
we gon pretend like dahlia’s exist in this universe. 
and the dress she wears during her walk is très similar to the pink one shae wears in ‘the lion and the rose’. this is for lack of a better picture. (except the dress is orange)
i wrote this while watching the prisoner of azkaban. 
none of that matters, but it’s important to me that you know that.
- john mulaney.
ALSO updates might be a little slower now, we’re having HUGE wifi problems at our house but i will definitely keep writing!
pairing: oberyn x oc!reader
summary: on her last day before the married life, aurane’s emotions start to change.
word count: 6.5k
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the week was coming to an end, much to aurane’s dismay. for the past three days, she had much to think about and do. her walk with oberyn had thoughts racing around in her head when she had gone to sleep that night. even resting naked against the silk sheets, her pillow pressed to her face with her sprawled out behind her head and her eyes gently shut, memories of the gardens and the prince were floating about, refusing aurane’s begs to go so she could ease into unconsciousness.
when her father had spoken of the sudden and upsetting news to aurane, cersei had spoken of how the dornish would be obligated to use the youngers lannister anyway they wanted. 
“they’ll humiliate her, torture her,” aurane’s dear sister spoke. “you’re going to send her off to her death. a lamb for slaughter.”
now, as aurane watched the sun rise with the silk sheets pulled up to cover her bare breasts, she wondered if her sister, cersei lannister, who had never been wrong about anything, had seriously misjudged the martell family. the princess hadn’t been in the city to meet the common people yet and she hoped that they would be exactly like the royals of sunspear. 
she could hear the bustling of early-rising maidens attending to their chores outside of her door. the child inside of aurane couldn’t wait to see what breakfast she would be brought this morning. 
it must’ve been hours since she had risen from her sleep because the sun now sat in its throne in the sky and there was a knock on the door. “i have your breakfast, your grace.” a sweet voice spoke but the unfamiliar accent made it hard to decipher. 
“come in,” aurane spoke, pulling up two of her pillows against the headboard of her bed and leaning her back towards them. it might’ve been the way she had slept but there was ache throughout her spine. the girl who walked in could’ve been no older than aurane. her hair was curly and frizzy and her skin a light brown. her lips were perfectly shaped and her nose curved into a more rounded one. the girl set down the tray of food at the table near aurane’s window, but before she could set out the plate, cutlery, and goblet, aurane spoke. “forgive me, but i don’t think you’ve ever served me before.”
the girl nodded and curtsied. “my name is dyanna,” she said.
“and where are you from,” aurane questioned before sitting back up and pushing herself off of the bed she’d found more comfortable than any other. along with her she took the silk sheets and held them against her chest so they covered her breasts, stomach, and ass. she sat at her table and smiled when seeing that breakfast that morning consisted of fresh bread, butter and jam, berries, and more orange juice. “dyanna.”
aurane’s interest in a someone of lower-class was unusual for any maiden to experience, even in dorne. “i’m from meereen, your grace.” before aurane could pop a grape into her mouth or slice off a thin piece of bread, she grinned.
“meereen?” she questioned, to which dyanna nodded. aurane set the grape down on her plate and sighed, the smile still lingering. “i’ve never met someone from essos.”
dyanna smiled with her hands held together. “no?” aurane shook her head before finishing half of her orange juice. in the past few days, it the only thing other than wine that aurane could drink. new flavors were being brought to her with every meal and the lannister princess couldn’t get enough. 
“no. my father always kept me in the red keep,” she divulged, smearing butter onto a slice of bread and jam on half of it. “tell me, dyanna of meereen,” aurane inquired before biting down on a small piece of bread. the crust was crunchy in her mouth and the jam, the sweetness of strawberries and sugar, contrasted the tecture. “if my knowledge of geography is correct, meereen is just on slaver’s bay.”
it was hesitant, but dyanna nodded silently in response. when aurane kept eating, popping a berry in her mouth between every other bite, she confessed, “i was born a slave and raised into it, your grace,” the princess sat back, leaving her loaf of bread on the plate along with the few berries left. her gaze softened, showing that she was listening, as her eyes focused on the sea. “i was sold to sunspear and sent to work for prince doran but he freed me.”
slavery had never been something that aurane had first-hand witnessed but her beliefs on it remained negative, unlike her sister and father, who couldn’t have cared less about those born lower than them. it was always a flaw that aurane had seen. “so, you’re a free woman,” aurane looked to the coffered ceiling and clutched her goblet of juice in her hand. “but you choose to work as a maiden?”
dyanna only shrugged, her posture remaining ideal. “what could i do?”
aurane laughed before sipping the rest of her drink and setting it down next to her half-full plate. “you could own a stand in the market. or work at one at least,” aurane sat back in her seat, mindlessly letting the sheets slip a bit, revealing the top of her breast. “collect enough money to buy your own place, or...” dyanna looked up in interest and aurane smirked. “purchase your own land.”
the maiden laughed and shook her head. aurane had then finished her breakfast and felt the breeze of the dornish mornings through the strands of her hair. “i’m fine here, your grace.” aurane kindly nodded as dyanna took the tray in her arms and sighed. before leaving the bedroom and closing the door, she piped up, “oh, your grace, forgive me. i forgot to mention it, but prince oberyn has told me to inform you that he would like another walk...before the wedding.”
dyanna then shut the door behind her before aurane could smile in silence. for the short time she’d been awake that morning, the princess hadn’t once thought anything about her marriage. dorne had entranced aurane and fabricated an entire sort of bliss in her mind.
there wasn’t much to do that day anyway. the wedding was already planned and she’d already worn the wedding dress to have it sized perfectly--during which aurane had been poked with needles twice but brush it off when the maiden apologized mercifully.
another stroll around the gardens, even if it was with the prince, didn’t sound so bad.
this time, aurane had worn an outfit less revealing than her last one. she’d spent an afternoon one day diving through her dresser and wardrobes to see what exactly oberyn had given her. most were two-piece outfits that aurane didn’t see herself comfortable with wearing just yet, but others were fine dresses made of soft and translucent linens. in the bottom drawers of her dresser were at least nine different pairs of...pants? aurane had never worn pants before. in casterly rock and king’s landing, women were always required to be clothed in robes down to their feet. the princess supposed that along with a new home came new opportunities.
well, that inner voice in her head spoke at she bit her bottom lip while holding a pair of trousers that were a dark shade of brown. there’s no point in not trying.
aurane stood with the pants in her hands, naked in her room--in all of her glory--and sighed before slipping her feet through the corresponding holes of the clothing. she pulled the pants up to her waist where it had felt comfortable and tied the two loose strings along the sides together the pants tightened around her stomach.
there was nothing much for aurane to say about them except for the fact that she entirely did not enjoy them. she looked to the mirror and noticed how they bagged around her thighs as she pinched the areas that left gaps between her skin and the material of the pants. aurane pulled them off as quickly as possible and pitched them into the woven basket she’d been given on her third day for dirty laundry. 
she began to dive into the wardrobe again before noticing the pale orange dress that had been hung directly in the center of her closet. the silk had nearly been invisible because when aurane slipped it onto her frame, she could see her legs and breasts through the fabric. it was then she remembered the prince’s sudden mention of undergarments and wraps that had been placed inside the dressers as well. the entire process of wearing a simple dress that fit perfectly took far too long for aurane then removed the clothing from her body, wrapped a cloth around her bust and backside, then placing the dress back on her frame. it hadn’t been too entirely hot that day, so the simple sheer fabric of the robe had been perfect against aurane’s skin.
by then, with the sun’s position in the sky, it had already been an hour before lunch and aurane’s stomach began to rumble with a yearning for the dornish food she’d grown so attached to over the past week. the princess placed a hand over her torso and sighed. she supposed it would be best to wait for oberyn to arrive just as he had the other day. 
almost half an hour flew, and aurane was still waiting. as of now, she sat in a chair by her window, quill, ink, and paper in her lap as she drew the outline of the great palm tree in front of her room. she hadn’t once looked down to see what her drawing would turn out to be; it was an art technique she had been taught in king’s landing. aurane had already finished several other drawings of whatever the view from her window brought and they sat by her feet on the floor. finally, after an illusion of hours, there was a knock on her door.
aurane hated to admit that she immediately jumped off of her chair and onto her feet, running to the door to see the prince. but when she opened the door, it was a large man, taller than any other she’d seen, with rich dark skin and a bald head. “captain?” she cocked an eyebrow.
the guard nodded. “prince oberyn waits for you outside of the west wing of the castle,” areo hotah was one of the most intimidating men that aurane had ever seen and she had been trained by ser gregor in her teenages years--of course, it was never something to mention to the martells.
aurane chewed the inside of her cheek nervously and blushed. “right, um,” she said, looking back to her room and shaking her head before letting out a small laugh that didn’t change the guards’ expressions at all. “well, i guess i’m going.” areo let her leave the room before closing her doors behind her. they then walked down the hallways of the dornish castle, aurane in front with several of her guards behind her. the seven then turned a corner and was brought to another door at the end of the hallway. aurane laughed sheepishly and turned to the captain.
“the west wing is that way, your grace,” he pointed behind the group, in the opposite direction of how they had been walking. as much as aurane wanted to roll her eyes--because why hadn’t he mentioned it before?--she smiled politely and turned on her heel to the west wing.
they trailed down staircases, strolled down through hallways that all began to look the same, and took sharp turns and corners. “if you don’t mind my asking,” aurane spoke with her eyes focused on any sign of where she was in the castle. “why is the prince not at the front entrance? or the gardens?”
areo laughed deeply, a sound that came straight from the depths of his chest. “the prince has special plans today, your grace.” over the last few days, aurane had been reassured that she would remain safe in dorne. but with the captain’s sudden statement, a fear washed over aurane again.
the princess truly had no idea what was in the west wing. the east held all of the royal’s bedrooms, the north had the guest rooms, and the south was for the maidens, chefs, and laborers of the castle. but the remaining had always remained a mystery until now.
“elia martell’s room used to be here, your grace,” the captain spoke again. aurane’s straightforward footsteps began to slow in pace as the realization sunk in. “it’s been abandoned since her death.” without stopping in her walk, aurane sighed. it was quiet again, with only the marching steps of the guards, the wooden ends of the spears against the floor, and loud thoughts in aurane’s head for her to hear. “prince oberyn is just this way, your grace.” areo pointed down a staircase to where there was a little wooden door with a lining of light around it. 
sickness began to overtake aurane’s body as she thought about the one specific princess who once habited this part of the castle. how aurane’s family had brutally slaughtered this princess and her children; how they sent her off as a peace treaty. aurane hadn’t noticed it, but she then stood directly in front of the door, staring at the knob. areo, from behind her, cleared his throat for it was a tight staircase and not all six of the guards, including him, could fit inside. she was knocked out of her thoughts and pushed the door open, the sudden sunlight burning her eyes from becoming used to the dim lighting of the castle. she mentally hissed and slapped a hand over her eyes before they met other brown ones.
“good morning, lion,” oberyn smiled. behind him were several more guards holding spears taller than them. the brightness of the sun didn’t seem to affect him at all as aurane gently squinted. “come, we’ll find shade.”
when aurane was by his side, he placed a gentle hand on her back, just as he did nights ago when she had silently rejected him. “and where exactly are we going this time?”
the prince chuckled. “well, you are to be a princess of dorne by tomorrow,” he smiled as they began to walk. it was then, when aurane could finally see in the light, that she noticed they were in a similar space as the docks. behind a large wall, extremely close to the ocean that aurane could almost feel it on her skin. “i figured you would want to meet the city.”
two of his guards stood by an alike door to that of what was located in the castle. it was old and smelled moldy like it hadn’t been used in a long time. aurane laughed. “a secret entrace?” she looked up to the prince with an arched eyebrow. “you really think dorne won’t like me that you had to take me to a secret entrance?”
oberyn shrugged. “i didn’t think you would want the attention.” the two guards swung the door open and aurane could instantly hear the bustling and yelling of the city of sunspear. she looked to oberyn, who stood only two inches taller than her, and sighed before ducking to fit inside the small door frame and entered the city.
it had almost been like magic because the wall had been so thick and strong it kept out all sound of a well-growing economy. as far as aurane could see, there were large structures and houses built all over the land. on the second floors of those buildings must’ve been the homes to thousands of dornish citizens because below them on the first floor were market and small shops and trading centers. it had been so similar to king’s landing yet sunspear reminded aurane nothing of home.
the prince was quiet for a few seconds because not one common person had noticed their presence. “do you like it?” he asked.
aurane smiled but oberyn hadn’t seen it. she slowly nodded as she whispered a, “yeah,” but soon caught herself in such a vulnerable state. “it’s not like i have much of a say whether i like it or not, do i?”
her sarcastic and audacious remarks had no effect on the prince anymore or, really, anyone of dorne. she hadn’t seen ellaria since she’d brought her lunch but even her maidens and servants didn’t seem bothered. it was like their pride could never be tainted. without saying anything in response, oberyn simply cocked his head and they began to walk again.
the soldiers followed a foot behind them but yet maintained a distance for a discussion or even a simple conversation to take place. at least three ladies had recognized the prince and gently curtsied before returning to their daily duties. oberyn must’ve noticed aurane’s confused state because he answered with, “everyone in dorne is treated equal. farmers and marketers are treated just how i am treated.”
even aurane had to admit that the system the people of sunspear followed was fair and nice. “they just...” she shook her head, her eyes trailing over anything to look at by the second. “they don’t look so surprised.”
oberyn shrugged. “i come for walks often,” his hands were holding each together behind his back but every part of him wanted to place just a soft, caring hold on aurane. “the guards are a requirement of my brother.”
why was he so kind? why, even after the slaughtering his family had gone through, the pain he’d felt in his life, was he so kind? even better, how could he be so sweet and patient and loving to those below him? it made a regurgitative feeling arise in aurane’s stomach and she could feel the contents of her breakfast reaching her throat before sighing and swallowing it back down, cringing in disgust. 
“you’re distressed, my sun,” the pet name, which aurane had secretly grown found of but would never admit, made her slightly cower. “what’s wrong?”
the prince’s eyes trailed over the variety of fruits and vegetables being sold by one vender as aurane chose her words carefully. “i fear i’ve been...disrespectful,” it was long overdue but oberyn was patient. “from the moment we arrived in dorne, you’ve been nothing but- but hospitable and welcoming. and i’ve been...vile. and rude,” he only nodded for her to continue, sensing she had a whole loads of words to speak. “perhaps it was my sister who drove this fear into me that i wouldn’t be accepted here.”
a kind smile between a vendor and oberyn was exchanged from his viewing of the products, but he listened intently to every word. “growing up, you were taught we were animals.”
aurane nodded and laughed incredulously. “savages,” she corrected him. such biased opinions had been written in the books she’d read as a child when learning about westeros. “and during the past week, i’ve found you’re nothing like the sort.”
the prince chuckled and smiled so that butterflies flew down aurane’s throat and into her stomach, where they would remain. “oh, really?”
her eyes watched as he turned to look at every sort of item being sold that day. suddenly, his kindness was a likable attribute to aurane and she blushed with a sly smirk. “if i’m telling the truth here,” he nodded. “you might even be better than those in king’s landing.”
“well, it’s not hard to be better than a lannister.” his remark wasn’t hateful or vengeful as oberyn smirked back and for a second, aurane had forgotten that there were guards behind her or merchants and traders and farmers all around. it felt like it was just the two of them enjoying them a quiet afternoon and a simple conversation. she quite liked it. “perhaps we should find lunch somewhere.”
aurane furrowed her eyebrows with a crooked smile before hesitantly laughing. “you mean,” she found no falter in the prince’s expression. “dining in a- a what, a restaurant?”
this seemed to take oberyn by surprise because, and it was the only time aurane could find him doing this that day, he laughed unsurely. the red viper was never unsure and even he himself couldn’t say what was happening. “well, yes,” his eyes began to scan over the many shops and restaurants in search of a meal. “that is what restaurants tend to do.”
such comment was not meant to be sarcastic or snarky or rude. it was a mindless thought that oberyn had just happened speak out. “i’ve never been in a restaurant,” aurane whispered and looked to the ground. would the owners of whatever eating house oberyn picked be peaceful with a lannister princess dining in their business. 
oberyn had heard her mumble but said nothing of it. there was a pit at the bottom of his stomach, it’d been there since his sister was murdered, and he hadn’t felt such sympathy in that pit from elia’s death until now, when aurane muscles grew tense because people were starting to look.
there were whispers. the worst kind of whispers; the kind where it seemed as if every person had something to say but it was impossible to make out. eyes were glued to the couple yet hands remained at their jobs. oberyn had never seen his city spark in such controversy. had aurane been right? would they treat her differently? he looked to the girl beside him and found that she was hearing the whispers too yet there was no stall in her walk. if someone had quickly glanced at her, she would glare back at them. her chin was raised high and oberyn, such as he had done with ellaria, felt compassion and admiration.
he gulped silently at the sudden change of heart in his city. as they began to walk further and further, growing deeper in sunspear, the whispers began to fade in and out. the rumored lannister princess was finally showing her face. “here, my sun,” he pointed to a small tavern with trays of produce and potted flowers in front of the windows. “i’ve been told you can handle the dornish spices.”
aurane blushed and nodded as the sudden mention of such topic caused her mind to flash to ellaria. she wanted to see the older lady again desperately and she wasn’t sure why. the entrace of the restaurant was not grand or heavenly or designed with a golden intricate design. it was a simple tavern with at least sixty plants hung and placed on the perimeter. it had been one large room and, for the time of day, strangely empty. aurane suspected that the prince had reserved it in secret but she wouldn’t comment on it. 
before either of them stepped foot into the tavern, oberyn placed a gentle hand on her forearm and pointed to one of the potted plants that held six white flowers with layers of small triangular petals. a few of the flowers had a pink hue to them but the white ones took aurane by interest.
“a dahlia,” the prince smiled, gently dragging his fingers over the petals. his eyes seemed entranced over the small plant. “you don’t see them very much.”
aurane smiled and turned to oberyn. “they grow rarely in king’s landing,” her words were sweet but there was something in oberyn’s gaze that seemed so reminiscent. he was longing for something. “what is it?”
he chewed the inside of his cheek and aurane turned to the guards standing protectively behind them. even they seemed aware of whatever oberyn had been feeling. “elia’s favorite flower,” his lips curled with a raspy voice before picking the flower from it’s stem and holding it between his two fingers. oberyn then looked to aurane, who was more understanding now, and wove the flower through her hair until it sat behind her ear. aurane could only smile.
the day was ending and the sun was starting to set. a large lunch had filled aurane’s stomach so there was no room for dinner. oberyn must’ve been the same because on their walk back to the castle, he, too, walked with heavy feet. the guard’s behind them didn’t stumble in their steps as the sunlight was fading. 
“i hoped you enjoy our walk today,” oberyn spoke, his hands behind his back as they strolled along the secret pathway. while exiting the city through the small door just as they had done earlier that day, aurane had been careful to crouch down so that her flower would stay woven in her hair. 
she nodded and listened to the waves because there wasn’t much else to here. the bustling of the city was muffled by the wall but aurane didn’t mind a little of bit of silence as the day ended. “i think i did,” the dahlia, which had at first felt strange when touching her temple was now softly brushing against her skin. “and i did enjoy lunch.” she turned to the prince.
“i don’t suppose you still want dinner?” he asked politely, looking down only two inches to her height. most of the woman oberyn had been with, apart from ellaria, could only reach his shoulder but the top of aurane’s head touched just below his nose. 
it was peaceful for him to watch her laugh so effortlessly and genuinely as the shore threatened to crash above the pathaway. they’d been inches away from the water but yet no sign of fear arose. “no, i think i’ve had my fill for the day.”
a nod in response before oberyn sighed, “join me in my chambers.” just as his voice normally did toward the end of the day, he sounded raspy and tired yet every part of him was awake while he looked at aurane.
was it an offer for a night of pleasure? the rumors of oberyn and his countless lovers had been spread all throughout westeros and he didn’t seem ashamed by them. aurane had no problem with bedding someone before she was married, she’d done it before, but she hadn’t thought that the prince would draw her close just for a fuck. the prince laughed and shook his head, noticing aurane’s train of thought. “i can promise you, lion, it’s not like that,” he chuckled out. aurane’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “when was the last time you had a bath?”
they were now in the abandoned west wing that remained darker than the rest of the castle, but aurane didn’t find it unpleasant or frightening. oberyn could barely find the courage to walk around these quarters of the castle himself but aurane, who had lived with the family responsible of the death of the former inhabitant of sunspear, strolled so unbothered down those halls. it wasn’t because she had no care for elia martell’s death, if anything it was the opposite, but no--this was because aurane could swallow the lannister pride and respect the fact that her father slaughtered oberyn’s sister.
once they had arrived in the east wing, oberyn turned to his soldiers and cocked his head for them to leave him and aurane. because they had been under prince doran’s command, they each shared a glance of hesitation but one simple stern eye and a whispered “have my maidens fetch warm water for my room” and they continued to walk down the hallway, leaving the oncoming couple alone. “you wouldn’t oppose a bath, would you?”
aurane’s first experience of a bath in dorne had been lovely, mainly due to the spices and scents of the salts and soaps she combed through her hair. she sighed heavily, her chest rising with her breath before smiling, “no, i don’t think i would.” the rest of their walk was in sweet silence. the castle seemed to be asleep--the gardens were empty and the hallways barren of the normal maidens hurrying down to each room. aurane noticed that they walked past her room and she wondered just how close her and oberyn had been to each other this entire time. the floors, still a pristine polished marble, seemed to glimmer as the last of the sun could be seen in the sky. finally, they had arrived at oberyn’s door, which were exactly the same as aurane’s.
she chuckled and looked back down the hallway to where her doors stood and then back at the prince. “all this time and you’ve been down the hallway?” oberyn shrugged and opened the door for the princess. she bit on her tongue when she was instantly greeted with the overpowering aroma of citrus sugar. 
“don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now?” the prince smirked and aurane showed no hesitation as she sauntered confidently into the room, soon slowing her steps. 
his room had been much bigger than hers, yet held the same amount of furniture and looked still so full. the bed was placed next to the equivalent wall that aurane’s bed was in her room. the windows were so close to the bed that it seemed to her morning’s must’ve been perfect because the sun could just simply leak in through the windows and darken the skin of whoever lied upon the bed. next to the opening of the room was a desk that held what looked like to be hundreds of crumpled papers and a quill and its ink. on the opposite side of his room was a large wooden tub that could hold multiple bodies and the simple thought of who had been in there before almost sickened aurane. the tub had been filled to the brim with warm water and on a small table beside it were various soaps and salts. 
it was sudden but the door had been closed and oberyn’s hands landed on aurane bare shoulders. she shuddered gently and he immediately removed his touch. “lion,” he spoke steadily and turned aurane to him.
they both turned so their backs faced each other and she could hear him unbuttoning his top. her fingers did their best to trail over the clip in the rear of her dress but fumbled over the soft fabric. she sighed and turned to the prince but found he’d already reversed back to her. his chest was completely bare as he was only dressed in his pants. he must’ve silently slipped his boots off because his feet were also bare against the marble. he cocked his head and pushed on her shoulder so she turned once again. his index and thumb found the clip so simply and undid it so the fabric feel loose against her body, but her hands flew to her chest to catch it from falling completely off. there a crumpling noise of leather dropping into a heap on the floor. water splashed apart and together until it was silent again. while keeping her back facing oberyn, aurane turned her head and met his eyes.
he sat against the side of the tub with his arms held up along the edge of the wood. “are you scared, lion?” he asked so sweetly yet remained so stern. 
the only thing that stood in the way of aurane standing as naked as the day she was born in front of the prince was her hands clutching onto the dress. “close your eyes.” she whispered. oberyn only sighed and rose a hand over his eyes, gently squeezing them shut for reassurance. the dress cascaded down to the floor with an inaudible sound. she stepped one foot in the water and the warmth instantly felt calming. once aurane stood completely in the tub, she began to sink to the bottom, where she sat with the surface of her bath reaching just above her breasts. 
“can i open?” the prince asked. 
aurane brought her knees to her chest and spoke aloud a, “yes.” her arms wrapped around her legs as oberyn rested his hand again and smiled. somehow, despite her cowering position, aurane felt more confident than ever with all of her body exposed. 
that sly smile spread over oberyn’s face again as twirled his finger for aurane to turn around. she did so and sat closer to him in between his legs. her breath almost hitched when she felt his length against her back but he didn’t act upon it. instead, he lathered his hands with a lemon-scented shampoo and combed it throughout the strands of aurane’s hair. it was a soothing feeling as his fingertips gently massaged her scalp and aurane could’ve fallen asleep right there. once her hair was completely covered in the suds, oberyn then cupped his hands into the water and poured it over her head, watching as the soap washed out fairly easily.
she chuckled. “how many girls have you given baths too?” she noted his expertise. it wasn’t every man who knew who to treat a woman’s hair--not in westeros. 
once her hair was completely cleaned and dripping and pushed it to the side of her neck so her back was bare. he placed a soft kiss against the top of her spine, “do you want to know?” and began to caress her arms with the bar of soap. aurane gently shook her head and smiled. for a month, she’d be tense and anxious for what her fate awaited for her. for the past week, while remaining in her room she’d grown closer and closer to that fate and could not see perfectly clear what it was. and if it really was this, she didn’t mind. a finger was suddenly brushed over a raw piece of skin on her arm and she shivered under the touch.
oberyn’s eyebrows furrowed in concern before sitting up and looking over the top of aurane’s arm. “lion,” he cooed, gazing at the ruined skin--a scar. “how did you acquire such a wound?”
the question was one that aurane didn’t have to answer often because it was only her family who had seen it and she’d never left the castle for anyone else to glimpse her scar. 
“fire,” she spoke as he continued to gently rub over the healed wound with one hand, and the other poured water over the soap on her body. the sun had now completely set and the stars were glimmering over the surface of the water. the moonlight had such an effect on aurane’s frame--there was a silver lining against her curves and edges and oberyn wanted nothing more than to cherish it. “casterly rock didn’t like how the last lannister child was a bastard, furthermore with a rumored dornishwoman. i had never seen the city until i was four namedays,” the prince remained quiet as another kiss was placed on her shoulder. “my father had been hesitant about letting me into the festivals. but my brother had begged. he said ‘she’ll never learn to be a good ruler if she can’t know her people’, so papa had my sister escort me along with four other guards.”
a kiss on her knuckles as he held her hand. “and?”
“i’d gotten lost along the way. i didn’t think it was possible for a city to hate a child so much but i’d been proven wrong.” underneath the water, aurane moved her hands in such delicate motions. “i was in alley or- something like that, i can’t remember. but there were two men there and a woman. they were sneering and laughing at the little lost lannister princess,” a kiss on her wrist. “one was holding a candle since the sun was setting for the festivities to begin, and as i was trying to walk away, they pressed the fire against my arm,” the memories were still there in aurane’s mind but they didn’t spark anger or vengeance in her. she had accepted it. “my sister then found me and my father had them hanged.”
oberyn chuckled and planted a firm kiss on her neck. the loving and affectionate actions hadn’t taken aurane by surprise. she knew of the prince’s ways and respects. “lannisters are dangerous people.”
he talked of her family as if she wasn’t a part of it. maybe she wasn’t--maybe aurane wasn’t a lannister like her father or siblings because her mother had been a dornishwoman and aurane had been born a bastard. “yes, they are.”
suddenly, all the peace and comfort aurane had felt during her first week in sunspear dissolved into dust and blown away in the cool evening breeze she loved to feel after the hot days of dorne. the last time she’d been pampered was her last day in king’s landing. her maidens had braided her hair and her sister had applied the sheer cover of make-up to her skin that wasn’t needed very much. during her week, aurane had dressed herself and brushed her own hair and washed her own body, but now, she sat in a chair in front of her mirror with several maidens surrounding her. one was twirling and brushing and braiding her hair, another was powdering her face, and the last was tying the loose strings in the back of aurane’s dress. 
why was she so nervous? the night before had been so simple--oberyn showed love and they’d bathed and because he was so understanding, she returned to her chambers where she slept for only two hours.
a maiden giggled. “it’s a wonder, your grace,” she admired. “i sleep only four hours through the night and i always wake up with darkness under my eyes.”
aurane smiled in response and nodded quietly. her dress was the usual white, but behind it was a golden tint in honor of the lannister house, although she knew that dorne wanted nothing to do with their enemies. she looked at her reflection and her mirror and liked what she saw, but despite her beauty and fairness, her fingers absentmindedly began to fiddle with each other.
she sighed fairly and the maidens looked to each other on what to say. the oldest one, who looked about aurane’s sister’s age, stumbled on her words before noting, “i hope you know you look heavenly, your grace,” she leaned down and tucked a strand of hair behind aurane’s ear. 
the princess smiled in response before the second maiden spoke, “very heavenly, indeed,” aurane looked back to her reflection and attempted to smile with pride but it came out slightly unhinged. “the prince is a good man. you’re marrying a very good man.”
a knock echoed through aurane’s room as she inhaled deeply, sticking out her chest. the first maiden went to the door and the two other followed suite. aurane did not turn to see who was at the door because she knew, by tradition, it could not be oberyn. 
“my lady,” a maiden curtsied before ellaria sand could brush her off.
the older woman bowed her head back and looked to aurane. the sound of her voice, so peaceful and loving and...maternal, piqued interest in the princess and she smiled at the sight of oberyn’s lover. ellaria wore a bright yellow linen dress with golden plating on her shoulders that were attached to more honey-colored pieces of fabric that cascaded down her arms and to the floor. she looked heavenly. “are you ready, lion?”
aurane’s gaze softened and her lips parted.
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florathaumatos · 3 years
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delta squad poster is done! they look so cute!! used colored pencil on textured paper and some oil pastels!
musing about their looks below!
scorch
bright colors are his thing and pale pink not only looks cute with the yellow but is a nice break from having mostly yellow armor/clothes
though i’m sure he’d leave it bleached almost-platinum from time to time
has one full eyebrow and just the start of the other one. skin’s mottled with burn scars, especially on the face
skin’s also lumpy there on the temples (bunched up scar tissue, things that healed poorly due to scratching) and he’s self-conscious about it (though he won’t say that outright) but likes having it touched
piercings!!! a nose stud, a bunch of “regular” ones going up the sides of his ears, but a daith and an industrial on only one ear. would wanna try a lip piercing (like one below the lower lip) sometime
goes for loud styles of clothes (patterned, colors) and accessories
sev
short cropped hair! fluffy
half his face is pretty badly skinned/scarred- all of which happened when he was separated from his squad. most of the ear on that side is gone too but he can still hear
the throat injury is old though. has some deep damage there and it made his voice more gruff/hard to get started speaking but it was already that deep. it’s just a bit more quiet now, especially in the morning
wears simple earrings (just the lobes pierced) and maybe a necklace (either his dog tags- he and boss wear them more often than the other two- or something that reminds him of his squad, his boys) BUT leaps at the change to fuck around with makeup and clothes
is wearing a lil bit of lipstick (half smudged off), has his nails painted, and is absolutely wearing a dress. it’s gray-blue and off the shoulder and just generally loose and comfortable. maybe paired with a thin belt and cool boots
delta squad ur sniper is gnc as fuck
fixer
the bangs. tries to keep them pushed back (seemingly to regulation by hiding them lol) when he’s around higher ups or anyone who might judge but when they defect (yeah fuck canon), he keeps them down
they’re not even super long/he can’t really even tuck them back but they curl really nicely and it’s just a very pretty detail on such a seemingly strict person
likes to look put together but isn’t really that serious about it either. wears whatever fits fine and is comfortable. likes sweaters though (like the style of black pants and smtn else more comfortable) and stuff with some design, though much less than what scorch wears lol (they’re kinda similar to be honest!)
scorch didn’t have to goad him into keeping his shirt somewhat unbuttoned as he wasn’t going to do all of them BUT scorch does keep forcing his hand into where it is buttoned to try and force them undone just to fuck with him (scorch has his own shirt more undone)
only has a tiny scar on his ear in regards to face scars but most of his are on his fingers from slicing/typing/working with small tech stuff in general and if it’s sharp (like getting callouses from holding pencils or trying to sew and repeatedly stabbing yourself in the fingers lol but this and nicking himself with box cutters, burning himself on hot or exposed things, etc. again more like scorch’s work-related style of injury versus sev and boss’ general/field injuries)
boss
the usual clone haircut! looks nice on him. generally just looks very welcoming and soft (body, eyes, etc.)
has a splatter scar on the side of his face partly over the ear but mostly contained to the cheek/not the eye (reminds me of cody’s scar)
orange pairs well with blue and he likes things like suit jackets with comfortable shirts- somewhat business, mostly casual. is absolutely the type to fall asleep in a chair (like a dad LOL) in his half-suit getup, also still in his shoes LOL mid conversation just. Asleep
very happy!! very content!! wears it all over his face ;; loves his squad
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somefics-dotcom · 3 years
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Snape’s (kinda) One-Shot 18+
Snape x OC, that’s the main thing. It’s not exactly a one-shot because I have to me that Snape acts a certain way when it comes to sex, but I want to explore this side first, and then come back to his “main way” later. I think writing it in this order will make things more interesting. Please mind you that this fic is very 18+ targeted.
NSFW / 18+ / Heavy smut under the cut!
“Did you call, Sev?” She asked, entering his dungeon as she always did. She had her books piled up on one arm, her hair flowing behind her along with her long black cape. Her green and silver Slytherin tie was loose around her neck, adding to the carefree feel she always exhaled. “I was heading to the library to study for, guess what, Potions, so I thought, what better opportunity then to study in my boyfriend’s room?”
He kept silent all that time, sitting on his black couch, staring directly at her by the doorframe.
“So, tell me, what was it that you wanted to speak to me?” She began to put down her heavy books on the long wooden table he had as the main study area of his dungeon.
“Close the door.” It was the only thing he responded, voice empty of any kind of emotion. It almost felt like it came from somewhere inside the walls, not him, so de-attached from the situation it was. She knew that tone very well, but not when it came to them being alone — she knew it from when they were during classes, when he had to refer to her the same way he referred to others, and he did it very well. Nobody would oppose to their relationship, since Severus Snape was the most professional professor in all Hogwarts.
She smiled at what he said. “Okay...” She said, heading back to the door and closing it with its key. “So you have other plans for this afternoon’s meeting—”
“It’s none of what you’re thinking.” He stated, once more with a cold tone. “Stop right there.”
She raised her eyebrow. Yes, he could read minds, he knew what she was thinking about. She was heading to him when the second order came, and she was caught by surprise this time.
“It’s not a school’s matter either,” he answered, without her voicing the question.
“Then what...”
“Come here.” He moved his hand in an inviting way, though with a not very gentle undertone. She did, still confusion written over her face. It was usually her who would start any romantic or teasing interaction, this scenario was a rather odd one. “Kneel.”
“Sev, what are we...”
“It’s Professor Snape for you, Slytherin student.” She was still processing what he was saying. She stood in front of him. “I said, kneel.” She hesitated, but ended up doing as she was told, kneeling in front of him, her eyes leveled to his knees. He leaned forward, one slim white finger touched her chin, lifting her face up. “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he said in what seemed like a whisper, once again answering to what she was thinking, “let’s just try something new.” He backed away again, took off his finger from her chin and assumed again that authoritarian pose he was in. “Undo your clothes.” The monotone was also back.
She began to undress, first by her cape, then her tie, and finally her shirt’s buttons. “Slower,” he ordered. She let out a smirk, and slowed down her pace, making it seem almost as if it was difficult for her to undo those buttons, one at a single time. “That’s better.”
Once she had gotten taken care of the last one, she lightly opened the front of the white cloth, showing a bit of the bra she was wearing underneath. Snape then leaned forward, taking one hand to touch her torso, going up to her neck, where there it stood for a while, almost like studying how it fit around his fingers. He could feel her breathing getting heavier by the moment, and proceeded to slide his hand to her shoulder, underneath the shirt, and then to her arm, making the piece of clothing to fall to her side. Every part of warm skin he touched, it felt to her as if he was leaving behind a trail of fire that needed to be extinguished, urgently.
“Not yet.” He said, to what she snapped her eyes open again, without realizing she had closed them. “Take it off and sit here.”
She got completely rid of her shirt and proceeded to sit on his lap, and, to her surprise, at that exact moment she felt something tying her hand behind her back. She glanced back, and the green and silver colors of the Slytherin tie she was wearing just a moment ago shined to her. She also noticed he wasn’t using his wand at any moment, giving himself the trouble to actually tie her up. “You’re fast, Sev.”
“I told you,” he began, tidying the knot more tightly and then starring at her eyes, “it’s Professor Snape.” He left no room for arguing. She nodded. “Say it.”
“Professor Snape.”
“That’s better.”
Snape then touched her waist with his both hands, caressing it, and approached her neck with his lips, almost not touching it, but leaving soft kisses along it. She left out a moan, and moved on his lap. “Professor...” Was what she was able to make vocal.
To what Snape immediately moved away. She protested, sinking her head to his shoulder, a groan leaving her throat. “What you think you’re doing, Professor?”
“Treating you how you deserve to be treated.” His hands were already on her skirt, pulling it down, forcing her to lay to her side in other for him to take it out. Once it was on the floor, he moved her back in place, and went to squeeze and firmly grasp both her thighs and butt. She arched her back, took a deep breath, and moaned in his ear. That was when she felt him move beneath his trousers. She laughed to herself.
“Now we’re talking, Professor.” He got up, holding her up as he did, and went for the wooden table where she had left her Potions books. The table was long enough to accommodate both the books and them, so they payed no attention to that somewhat high pile of books that laid there. Snape proceeded to lay her back in the wood surface, and quickly undid the knot behind her back. “Makes me wonder...” She said, “when are you taking off that robe of yours, Professor?”
“In due time.” She reached for his hand, and grabbed it. Snape rested the other by her side, and watched as she took his middle and ring fingers to her mouth, and started sucking them, slowly, eyes closed, using a lot of saliva in order to do it. Snape flinched to that vision, to what she opened her eyes seductively, and conducted his hand to her lower parts.
She sat up saying “I should be wet enough, but just to make sure, Professor...” in a low tone, and rested back in the table. Snape made his way through her underwear and began to touch. The moment his fingertips reached her inner side, she gasped for air, and threw her head back. He kept on with circular movements, adjusting the pressure based on the sounds she made, and how her hips were moving along. “God... Professor, oh my god...” She bit her finger to contain a louder moan, and Snape took out his hand. Her eyes jolted open, “what...”
“Not yet.” Snape laid his torso on top of hers, kissing her neck, this time with a burning wish. His kisses were wet, sloppy and harsh, sucking and biting, leaving bruises where they had been. Meanwhile, he was undoing her bra, and when he threw it out of his way, he went on to kissing and sucking her breasts, while massaging the other with his hand. She was letting out loud cries of pleasure, and this time she knew for sure she was going to reach her climax, but then he backed away once more.
“What the fuck are you doing, Sev?!” She demanded, starving for him, eyes with a dark glow in them.
Snape squeezed her cheeks with one hand, bringing her face closer to his. “You’re only making things worse for yourself.” He had some sort of disdain to his tone, externalized by a little twitch on his upper lip. “Behave and you will not regret it.”
He let go of her face, turning his attention to his black clothes, which he put himself to dispose of. She was able then to take better glances of his pale, almost porcelain-like skin that he insisted on hiding beneath several layers of black cloth. The contrast between the two was almost mesmerizing, which made her take another bold move and hold both his hands in place, as he made mention of removing his clothes. “Please.” She looked up at him. “Please, Professor. I’d like you to stay like this.”
He took a moment to think about what she had asked, and finally nodded, agreeing to what she had requested. His eyes went from her face to her hands, firmly taking hold of his wrists. She let go of them and obediently laid back again. “Good,” he said. Snape finished undoing his clothes and she was almost dying to be able to touch his skin, to feel him, to taste him. “You’re too needy today, young lady.” She blushed to that, being reminded that he was aware of all the dirty thoughts she was having of him at that moment. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you’ll have to control your needs.”
Snape lifted both her legs, kissing her feet, and then her calves, tearing them apart. The anticipation got the best of her, and she groaned as she could feel his lips on her thigh. “God... My god, Severus... Please...”
“That’s not how you’re supposed to call me.” He then passed on to the other thigh, almost oblivious to what he had in front of him. She sobbed, her wrists closing in a mixture of anger and incapacity.
“Professor Snape, please. I need more than that...�� Speaking was hard, breathing was a heavy duty at that moment. His fingers were on her panties, ready to take them off for good.
He smirked to himself. “That should do.” Snape then knelt down, pulling her last piece of clothing along with him, and at that moment, she could not contain her need anymore. She spread her legs and she went directly to running her fingers through his black hair, caressing it, pulling him close, wanting to be kissed by him at any cost. He then put himself to the duty, her legs on his shoulders, his hands laid flat on her lower stomach, and his kiss as wet and slow as he could make it.
The sensations flowing through her body were enough to make her head begin to feel light and dizzy, her thoughts now completely out of that place, her attention solely on what Snape was making her feel. And that was the most pure and sheer pleasure. He was beginning to gain speed, and by instinct her hips made mention to back away, but his hands were firmly placed, not leaving any place for unnecessary movement. The flow of pleasure was getting higher, her breathing even more superficial. “Professor... I’m... I’m close... I...” He then moved one of his hands to accompany him, and applied pressure to her inside while kissing her upper part. “I’ll...”
But there was no way to finish that sentence. A wave of electricity ran through her, and she had to both hold on to the border of the table and bite a finger to not scream from the orgasm she had achieved. Snape backed away and stood, mouth open, heavy breathing, eyes with a hunger she had never witnessed in him before. That was only foreplay, her first climax of the evening, she was in for another.
Snape pulled her legs to clash against him and leaned in for a fast paced kiss, almost hard to follow. He was tasting her, and also making her taste him back, in a most primal way. That was when he felt her touch, and he flinched at it. She caught him completely off guard, and he broke the kiss for a moment, trying to regain some air. Her strokes were slow and steady, while with her other hand she caressed his hair on the same pace. He was the one having trouble to breathe now, not capable to say or do anything in return. “It feels good, Professor?” She teased.
“It bloody does.” He regained control of himself and held her hand firmly, stopping her from what she was doing. She was surprised both at what he did but most importantly at what he said. She could never imagine Severus Snape even near to swearing, and there he was, swearing all right. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “We’re doing this now.” He announced, and almost instantly he adjusted his waist to hers and pulled her to him once again, but this time entering her. She flinched, eyes wide open, locked on his. He pushed deep once, twice, and kept on while staring directly in her eyes. That would never happen — Snape was far too shy to do any of that, let alone be so aggressive and self assured in order to stare directly at her while at it. His gaze was almost daring, and she felt her cheeks growing even redder at that sight. “You look so bloody beautiful when you’re blushing.”
She moaned loud at that, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, unable to keep up with that much tease. She didn’t know where all of that came from, but she would not complain, because god, it felt good. Incredibly good. As good as it never felt before.
He kept thrusting, fastening the pace, and the moans began rolling out of his mouth too at that point. She was near the edge again, and she wouldn’t last much more at that rate. “Professor, I’m... Close... My god, I’m gonna...”
Snape then pulled her body close to his, making her sit on the edge of the table. “Beg.” He whispered inside her ear, his breathing hot and superficial. “Beg to me.”
“Professor...” Her eyes began watering.
“Beg.”
“Professor Snape, please... Please!” She said louder, with more confidence.
He thrust deep one last time and the second orgasm came, more intense and breathtaking than the last. Her whole body began twitching, and as she clenched around him, Snape also came with a loud moan rolling out of his tongue. He slammed the table with his hand, letting out an also loud “fuck!”, totally breathless, holding her close, breathing in her scent.
They stood like that for some moments, breathing heavily, trying to regain their consciousness after that intense action shared. Snape was the first to make mention to move, straightening his back, and placing her on the table. He was with his head low, his long hair falling in his face, drops of sweat rolling down his temples. He eventually let out a smile to himself.
“Sev...” She began. “That was amazing, Sev.”
“Thank you.” He sounded proud of himself.
“You let out some ‘bloody’ and some ‘fuck’, you know that?”
“I just said what came to me at the moment.”
“But how did you... Why did you...”
“I know you wanted to try something more... brutal. So I wanted to give it a try as well.” He looked up, pushing back his hair.
“You didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you, Sev.”
“Just don’t expect it to happen very often. It makes me feel exhausted and it’s still the middle of the afternoon.”
She giggled at him. “So you’re not helping me at my Potions study?”
“No. You may use my room all you want, but I shall take a nap, I have classes later today, as you may well know.”
“What do I tell anyone that comes looking for you?”
“Tell them I went...” He stopped for a moment, considering what would be a good lie. “Tell them I went to a rather challenging meeting outside of Hogwarts.”
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Full name:  Severin Viktor James Moran Nickname(s) or Alias: Sev, that other one, darling (to mummy moran only) Birthday: 9th March Nationality: British, initially has dual Irish citizenship. Religion: Lapsed Catholic City or town of birth: Southwold, Suffolk Currently lives: Bermondsey, London Languages spoken: Russian, English, French, German, minimal Farsi and Arabic Native language: Russian Height: 6 ft 2 Figure/build: Almost an exact mirror of his brother, tall but keeps him self in strong shape, a little top heavy as his shoulders are very broad. Faceclaim: Will Tudor, Matt Czuchry Hair colour: Generally dirty blonde, lighter than his brother Eye colour: Green/Hazel Tattoos: Sleeve on his right arm he started once in the army that has references to his service. Medical snake and staff over his heart. Scars/distinguishing marks: Scar above his eyebrow where her split his head open as a kid, another when he fell and split his chin. Several nicks and cuts along his arms/hands from service, knee pain from road marching. Preferred style of clothing: Loose dress shirts and chinos, jeans and fitted t shirts, gym kit. Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: Has a watch of his fathers but never gets to wear it as he can’t at work. Level of education: A Level before his service; Russian, German, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics and then a degree in medicine from UCL after his service Occupation: Army Medic, A&E Doctor at St. Thomas’ hospital London. Army Rank: Lieutenant combat medic, RAMC,16 Medical Regiment in Colchester.
Likes: Sports- he follows both Arsenal and England in the Six nations and will often have the radio on in his office, Super hero films, his flat is very green and his plants give him a little peace from his hectic job,. Dislikes: Being lied to, conflict, nutmeg, people who cross the street without looking, piers morgan.
CHILDHOOD The second born Moran son came long only 11 months after the first. He was happy, and easily entertained with his brother as a child. For years he would follow Sebastian around like a shadow, never knowing life without him. He enjoyed a country life, and with the big house in Suffolk he had the freedom to explore. He knew what was expected of him, and his mother always had a soft spot for his kind heart. Although they bickered as kids, he and his older brother were incredibly close, and were often egging each other on to make stupid choices.
TEENAGE YEARS Moving to London for school was a big step, made easier by the fact Sebastian was already there. With their father working long hours and trying to fit in time for the kids, it was mostly the two boys left to their own devices. He knew to give his older brother space, but naturally they were pretty much the only friend each other had for the first year or so.
He had to put up with being mistaken for his brother throughout school, though his hair was lighter they seemed to still be mistaken for each other in the right light. As Sebastian started to find a larger group of friends who liked to drink and smoke, no one really seemed to object to Severin tagging along. He excelled both academically and at sports, on both the rugby and football team whilst somehow managing to maintain decent grades. He could be mistaken for having it all.
When Sebasitan left to enlist, Severin threw himself even more into his studies in the condition that if his grades were good enough, he could tae a gap year to volunteer instead of going straight into the army. Thomas would probably have let him go either way, but Severin always pushed himself when he had motivation. Severin got better grades than his older brother and spent a year working for MSF (Médecins Sans Frontières / Doctors Without Borders).
THE ARMY The army was where Severin thrived, even more so than before. He enlisted as a medic, after a year spent with MSF he knew for sure that helping people was his purpose.
He had a tendency to treat his own body pretty ruthlessly, running on increasingly less hours sleep and forgetting to eat at times. His drive was all encompassing, and all consuming but it caused him to rise through the ranks. He didn’t go in as an officer, but by the time he was coming up to 26, he was given a promotion. His father was so proud, even though this wasn’t about pleasing him anymore.
And yet as he was doing so will, Sebastian was falling apart. Severin left the army at 28, volunteering with the red cross for a while before he could start university finally and become a doctor. Adjusting back to life without a constant drive was difficult, he started to take a little more care of himself in some ways. Maybe drinking more than he should, and definitely struggling to maintain a healthy love life as his focus drifted back to family.
Pretty much as soon as he got into university, Sebasitan was blowing up the family unit.
AFTERMATH He had never existed without his brother, and now that link was severed.
Severin threw himself into his studies, drinking even more and partying in the hours where he didn’t want to think anymore. Nothing to push him to have a problem, just enough for people to notice. It came to an end with his first year of residency in London, getting back into medicine and the only thing that seemed to be a constant in his life now.
MOVING ON Working at St. Thomas’s hospital is once again pretty much the only thing in his life. He keeps a few plants in his small flat, but he’s barely there. He can be found in the resting rooms at the hospital even when he’s not on call, or pushing himself to the point of exhaustion in his office. He doesn’t know when to say no.
AU’S
HAPPY/POLITICS VERSE: Severin is still a doctor but keeps in decent contact with his family
MODERN WITCH: He’s a witch healer, he spends his time working in conflict zones abroad but he’s still pretty much the same
FANTASY: Severin and his brother are on a crazy quest to save a princess
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Severa practically tossed a new set of clothes at Inigo. Apparently, they were made in the local fashion and designed to be comfortable in the desert heat. "Happy birthday, Inigo. It's not much, I know. Just be happy I got you something, alright?", Severa muttered before grabbing Inigo's hand. "Come right on in already. I baked you a cake. I'm NOT missing this chance for a party." (Your choice on outfit details)
Receiving new clothes is always nice, even if they were forcibly thrown in his direction. Inigo barely manages to catch the bundle of light grey material in time. 
“My sweet Severa! Ice queen of my heart, I am always happy around you.” He winked, resisting the urge to intertwine their fingers. Harmless flirting was one thing, but that would probably anger her beyond words. “Cake? You know, if you wanted to throw a party, all you had to do was say the word!” 
After setting up a blanket to partition off part of the tent, Inigo emerged dressed in his new outfit. The airy cotton reminded him of the clothes back in Regna Ferox. Loose pants that cinched at his ankles. A long sleeved shirt with buttons up the front to allow for easy removal. There was even a vest that went over the shirt, though the cut was longer than Inigo was accustomed to wearing. 
He gave a little spin. “Sev! Does this mean you like me after all?” Inigo teased with his trademark grin. 
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thedungeonsbat · 5 years
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Muggle Love (Chapter 5)
A/N: Hey! I made a lot of modifications to the reader's background story..I tried making it less 'depressing'(maybe) because I want this series to be just Severus and reader-based and fun...so I added a few humour elements to make it less sadder. Hope you enjoy it😊😊
Chapter 5
"During my childhood, 1977 to be precise, I used to be eleven back then, my parents split up. It was devastating for me and my little brother. It did not come out as a surprise to the others, my parents had constantly been quarreling for months then. Every now and then I would hear one of them yelling at the other, mostly mother, they were so loud that I could often make out what they were yelling about in my room upstairs. I used to cry bitterly every night they did that.." You took a pause, tears were rolling down your cheeks now. Severus listened to every word you had to say, his expression had softened and he could somehow relate to your situation, his days as a child were not so pleasant too. He poured water into a glass for you and you took a sip, trying not to look up. You did not want him to see you like that. He did not know what to say to you, he never was good at comforting others. He gently stroked your hand with his thumb, he did not let go of it for a second.
"(Y/N), if you do not want to talk about it, it is fine. I understand." He said, his voice softer than ever. He placed his other hand on your shoulder. He enunciated every one of his word, his tone was so calming. You looked up to see him and as your eyes met his, you saw them twinkling with care and concern. Was this real?
"It's ok… I have to get it out some time, the sooner, the better," You said in barely a whisper. You took another deep breath and continued, "A- After their divorce… I got to stay with my father at weekends and with my mother the rest of the week. I wanted to stay with my father, he actually cared for me. My mother mostly just…. cared about her own. My brother, too, stayed with mother. He was very young to know whom he had to choose, I felt and still feel sorry for what he had to go through. After just a year, she found another guy, Richard, who visited us very often. His visitings soon converted into nightly stays. I never liked him, he was a drunkard, as I later found out, never knew what mother saw in him, really. Then one weekend, dad was out of town, so I stayed with mother, of course Richard did not know that. I was up in my room, as I well remember, I was then looking at an old family picture of ours. Soon, I heard someone come into our house, Richard apparently. H- he sounded drunk again, very drunk I must say, then I- I heard- I, " You began stuttering as more tears flooded your eyes and you were really sobbing now. Severus, now seemed to know exactly what he had to do.
He got closer and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into a tight yet comforting embrace. It felt exceedingly heart-warming, to you and him too. He wasn't sure about his action earlier but he did want to console you. Your eyes were all wet and your nose red, you were a wreck. You sniffled as Severus spoke,
"Shh.. I'm here. It's alright. There is no need to worry, Hmm?" He said pulling away a little to be able to see your face. You nodded as he wiped your tears, his touch cold yet soothing. His hand rested there for moments slowly cupping your cheeks and you relaxed under his soft touch. After a few moments of you looking at him and him at you, you broke the silence which you felt got awkward every second. You looked down at your empty bowl, now on the table.
"I did not know if I should have done something that time but I stayed in my room. I was extremely terrified, I heard him enter the house yelling, worse than ever, my mother's voice was a murmur to me first but later she, too, lost her temper. Soon the whole building was filled with their shouting. My brother had come into my room now, he was scared to death, he was crying and I hugged him tightly. I told him it will be alright even though I strongly doubted it myself. I soon heard a sound of glass shattering, which I assumed to be his bottle. We jumped from our place as we listened to it. The next thing I know, I was climbing down the stairs. There were no more yells, I approached the bottom of the stairs to see my mother lying on the floor, she was hit hard on her head. The bottle lay there, h-he had hit her and also threw her and s-she got hit by the wall too. The injury looked s- severe. Richard was knelt down next to her, his hands over his face. My m-mother- she had gone into c-coma. Our neighbors were in now, they had called the police and an ambulance. I fell down to my knees as I saw the condition of my mother, I was motionless at first, my mouth wide open in shock….. Later as I realized that was happening, my screams filled the house. I was crying madly. My brother was taken in by our neighbor and I was too. Richard was arrested in charge of physical assault. He kept saying he was innocent, that i-it all was just an accident. My mother, till this date, is in coma. The doctors said that she might never wake up again. All of our family had already shattered into pieces and now, she was almost lifeless. I and my brother live with my dad now, he has handled everything very well. Dad visits her almost every day, I, on the other hand, rarely see her. It's very hard for me to see her like that. Staring at the ceiling, not uttering a word, it depresses me deeply. I- I still do not believe it, Sev. I am so sorry, I-"
"Please (Y/N), don't do this to yourself. I am sorry. If I had known, I would never, ever, take you there. I really hate seeing this happening to you, and believe me I can not even imagine what you had gone through. Do not blame yourself for any of this or what had happened long before. You have been very, very strong through all of this and you should be proud of yourself, not guilty…" He squeezed your hand in his as you weakly smiled. You were still crying though but his words meant so much, it didn't matter if you were not even friends, he was there to listen to you and you had trusted him with this. He was there to help...
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. It took him by surprise but hugged you back, gently rubbing your back. You felt safe and much better in his arms. He smiled as he felt you clutching on to his robes. He had never been clinched like this before.
You felt like you could stay in his arms for hours. It was just perfect.
You muttered a, "Thank you, Severus" while still holding on to him. He slightly pulled away, only to look at you and say,
"Don't thank me, it's just what I should have done…. just what friends do." He said softly. Did he just call you his friend?
You were so touched by everything he said. You had never felt this sort of pleasure in your life.
"So, we're….. friends?" You asked and he let out a small chuckle.
"I am afraid so." He replied, smiling. Actually smiling. You seemed to have just forgotten everything, every sorrow at the sight of his smile which was so rare for you and probably everyone else known to him too.
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before he got up. You blushed as a shade of crimson appeared at your cheeks.
"I think you need to rest a bit, you look drained." You nodded as you rose up. He left the room, leaving you alone to rest. 'He cares.' You thought and you felt a bit more positive.
He smirked as he went downstairs, you felt better because he had added some Draught of Peace into your soup. He thought you required it, some peace.
After an hour, he entered the room again trying to make no noise at all that may wake you up and bother your sleep.
He looked at you and you were awake already, you were reading another book that was kept at the side table. Luckily, it was a muggle book.
"Didn't know you read poetry." You said, looking up as if you were waiting for him.
"There is so much you do not know." He whispered, not audible to you. "So, couldn't sleep?"
"I did. I slept amazingly well, " So it did work, he thought and you added, "But I had slept enough already, so I woke up." You replied, now with much more optimism surrounding your aura.
"Would you like to take a shower, to refresh yourself?" He asked.
"Yeah sure, but… I don't have any clothes to change into, so…." You replied, unsure what he would say.
"You can change into my clothes for now, though I do strongly doubt they'll fit you."
"That'd be great! Thank you." You were back to the normal you, it was pretty quick. Perhaps it was all you needed, a friend and a nap.
He was satisfied to see you back in your normal spirits and to see his potion work. He moved towards his wardrobe and started looking through his clothes.
"Is every clothing you own black?" You asked him as he was looking for something that might not be too large for you which was indeed hard to find.
"Mostly everything, but I believe I own some other colours too…"
"Like some more shades of black?"
"That too." You smiled as you looked at him going through all his clothes, muttering something too but was not audible to you. "Ah, I think this will do." He pulled out a yellow t-shirt, you certainly did not expect this. Him and yellow, very hard to believe. Nevertheless, you took it and he offered you some black PJs with it. They were oversize but you decided to wear them anyway.
After a nice and relaxing shower, you dressed in his clothes. The shirt was so oversized that it nearly reached your knees and you had to tie the pajama all the way up your waist, so that it did not touch the ground. They were loose and comfy.
You got downstairs to find Severus sitting in a leather armchair, reading a newspaper. For a second you thought you saw a picture move but thought it impossible. As soon as he realized you had come, he sat down the newspaper, hoping you had not seen anything unusual about it.
"Well, how is it?" You asked him while it seemed as he was examining you. He scanned you, head to toe, and then brought his gaze back to your face.
"You look…..nice." And by nice he meant super cute, adorable and pretty but of course he wouldn't say it. He did smile as you were circling around your place, only to let him have an overall view. You even looked like a Hufflepuff now.
You felt incredibly comfortable in his clothes but somehow felt shy to go out in these.
"Do not worry, you look good. It won't look odd."
You blushed again but how the hell did he know what you were thinking? Did he really read minds?
"Thanks again. For everything." He smiled in reply. He got up from his armchair to bid you goodbye, now in his normal form. No expressions on his face. You did not mind, you knew he might not show them but he surely felt them. Everyone does, some just tend to hide them.
"Can I have the recipe for the soup please?"
"No, you cannot." He smirked.
"But it tasted so good and made me feel good too."
"Still a no." You sighed, disappointed which only amused him more. He could not just give away his potions to you.
You stood at the doorway and before finally telling him goodbye, you embraced him for the last time. He took some time but then hesitantly placed his hands on your back, returning your embrace.
You both let go after a while. You apologized to him again, "I am sorry for yesterday."
"Oh stop it already. I have told you several times that there is no need to be sorry."
You smiled, "Goodbye, Severus and take care."
"Goodbye (Y/N)."
You walked away, almost hopping around all the way just like a very cheerful Hufflepuff.
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Because it was late in the noon, you had missed your classes. But you were not unhappy about this, instead you were overjoyed having spent a nice day with Severus. The unfortunate event and its effect had magically disappeared. You were merry as a child as if it were Christmas.
You looked at yourself, you were in his clothes. You breathed in their air and it made you feel him near to you. They smelled like him, his aroma, books and ink and various scents you did not recognize (probably potions and the parchment) but certainly enjoyed.
You had to confront Carl in the evening though, "Where the hell did you go? Is that what you call a minute or two?" He tried to look mad but he was such a sweetheart to do so.
"I am so sorry, I did not know it would be so long." You said apologetically. You made that 'puppy-eyes' face which never fails to do its work. It works like a charm.
"Alright, you know I can not be mad at you for long anyway. But were you alright though, you looked stunned when you left me."
"Yup, some difficulties at first but it was well-handled." You replied him with a wide smile on your face.
"I'm starving, let's grab some lunch." You said. You haven't eaten anything other than the soup he made you.
"Yeah, I know a great new place which makes the best sandwiches!" You chuckled a bit before nodding. He was always so fond of sandwiches and had a new place to go to every time.
During all this time you could not help thinking about Severus and what he might be doing right now, probably reading some other book, you thought. You wished that he asked for your help in some way again so that you could spend some more time together. You did feel guilty about not being able to help him, but why did he even want to move there? Why does that even matter, you thought. You could not wait to see him again, if you ever could in the future.
That whole day, you could not just help smiling and Carl, for sure had noticed it.
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thebadgerclan · 3 years
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The Right Time
Pairing: Severus Snape x reader
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: It just felt like the right time to ask...
Severus shut the door to your small home behind him, his overnight bag bursting at the seams, packed tight with clothes and toiletries for the week he was spending with you.  The weekends Severus stayed at your place were his favorite weekends, two whole days that he got to spend with the woman he loved more than anything else.  But when Sunday rolled around and Severus had to go back to his own home, his heart aways fell, a sadness settling over him for at least a few days.
You came to meet him at the door, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down into a kiss.  “Hi love,” you said, and Severus smiled warmly, resting his forehead against yours.  “Hello, my sweet.  I’ve missed you.”  “I missed you too, Sev.  Come on, dinner’s almost ready.”  Severus let you lead him into your small kitchen, where a pot was simmering on the stove.  You dished up the meal you’d prepared, homemade chicken noodle soup, and served it, sitting across the small table from your love.
Severus reached across the table and took your hand, squeezing it gently and running his thumb over your wrist.  “I've been looking forward for this week for weeks, Y/N,” he said, voice soft and tender.  “A whole week to just be with my girl.”  You smiled, setting your spoon down, taking his hand in both of yours.  “I know, Sev, so have I.  I don’t have much planned though, it’ll be a lot of us just chilling here.”  Severus squeezed your hands, rising and pressing his lips to them. “I can’t wait, my love.  Truly.”  He resumed his seat and continued eating, while the two of you chatted about your weeks.
After your dinner was eaten, you and Severus made your way into the living room, where he sat down on your couch, pulling you down into his lap.  “I just need to hold my girl,” he said, arms winding around your waist and pressing his lips to your temple and forehead.  “I love you so much, my dear.  So very much, Y/N.”  “I love you too, Sev,” you replied, resetting your head on his shoulder, and Severus kissed your head again.  
Another few hours later, Severus rose, making his way to where he’d left his bag near the door.  You laughed when you saw how full the bag was, and Severus cocked his head.  “Did you bring your whole wardrobe, love?”  “No,” he said, hefting the bag over his shoulder and continuing on to your bedroom.  “Just enough clothes to last the week, and my book, and a backup book.”  You let out a laugh as you rummaged through your dresser, looking for pajamas.
“And also a few of my t-shirts because I know you like to wear them to bed,” you heard Severus say, and you turned around to see him holding out a black t-shirt to you, and you smiled, taking it gratefully.  “Thank you,” you said, and Severus smiled.  “Of course, darling.”  The pair of you changed for bed, snuggling into each other's arms in bed; your head resting on Severus’ chest, his arms loosely resting around your waist, one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other holding both of yours.
Severus sighed contentedly, tipping your chin up to kiss you sweetly.  “I love you so much, my Y/N, you will never know how much I love you.”  “I love you too, Severus, so much.”  “I hate thinking that I’ll have to leave at the end of the week.”  You nodded against his shoulder, cuddling a bit closer.  “You should just move in with me,” you said.  “Then we’d be together every day and we wouldn’t have to be apart from each other.”  It was shocking how quickly the idea formed in your brain and left your mouth, but the second it had, it just felt so right.  The idea of Severus living with you felt right, sharing a space with him felt right, getting to fall asleep and wake up next to him every day felt so damn right.
Severus’ eyes had gone wide, and his heart sped up.  “A-are you serious, Y/N?”  You sat up, twisting so you could face him.  “Of course I’m serious, Sev.  I want you to live with me.  It might be a little cramped, but there’s more than enough space for all of your stuff.  We can get a bookshelf for the corner over there for all your books, there’s a space in the living room where we can put a desk for you.  I’m not sure where we’d be able to set up a lab for you, but I-”
Your sentence was cut off by Severus pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. “Y/N, darling, I’d love to move in with you.  Merlin, I’d love it more than anything else.  But are you sure?”  “Am I sure?  Of course I’m sure!  I love you, Severus, and I want to live with you.”  You beamed, kissing him again.  “I’m so happy, Sev!  I hope we’ll have enough room for-”  “I’m sure there will be enough room for everything, dearest.  Besides, I’m quite skilled at the Undetectable Extension charm.”
You smiled again, pressing your lips to his once more.  “We can start moving your stuff in whenever,” you said, lying back in his arms, against his chest.  “How about after our week together?  I still want to relax with my girl.”  You nodded, kissing Severus’ jaw.  “And I want to relax with my man.”  As if on cue, Severus yawned, and you giggled.  “In the morning, we’ll relax our asses off.”  Severus laughed, kissing your head.  “That sounds like a plan, my dear.  I love you.”  “Love you too, Sev.”   Severus drifted off, comfortable and happy in your now shared bed.
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armont · 5 years
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Tagging: EVERYONE ALREADY DID IT. I’m late to the party.
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brandstonethings · 5 years
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Height
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm (5′5″). 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
Skin
Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks. Burn marks.
Eyes
Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Yellow (Amber). Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Dark sclera. Dark Iris. Light Iris. Shaded Iris. Dark Pupil. Light Pupil.
Hair
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum Blonde. Golden Blonde. Dirty Blonde. Ash Blonde. Honey Blonde.Blonde. Ombre.  Light brown. Mouse brown. Almond brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Raven black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.
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Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Cupid’s Bow piercing. Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings.  Earlobe piercings.Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear piercing. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Chest-bone piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
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Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red Lips. Pink Lips. Nude Lips. Dark Lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes.Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.
Scent
Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.
Clothing
Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights.Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up Shirt. Band-Shirt. Sports-Shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop.  Cut off Shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift.  Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. sport shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White.Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.
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Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Cat heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platform heels. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.
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Tagging: @elaianna @tirasiansails @eidrich-crone @sev-the-blacksmith @risrielthron @shewolf-jacqueline @kat-hawke
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