#this is all sounding very magical spell-y to me
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i can't remember exactly where i heard this but if elysium is a place that 'has magic/spells, but hasn't discovered it yet', i wonder if plasm - as a collective belief turned ideological force turned physical force - has anything to do with this
#idk if this has any basis#i have not read pjol yet 😓#but... the impossible becoming real? plants growing faster? psychic connection?#architecture doomed to collapse once collective belief has declined sufficiently? that is Cursed my friend.#this is all sounding very magical spell-y to me#just... in the most convoluted way possible#disco elysium#txt
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seeing double
🌙staring. Johnny & John x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.”
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, praise, dirty talk, degradation, y/n calls Johnny daddy twice, John calls y/n whore/slut/bitch once each cuz he's an ass, demonic double John is a bit of a dick, anal fingering, deep throating, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, double penetration (pussy/mouth), triple penetration (pussy/mouth/finger in ass), spanking, choking, biting, punishment, blindfold/sensory deprivation, big dick Johnny, pussy stretching, John cums on her face, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.9k
🍭 aus. Warlock Johnny, established relationship, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. ya'll thought one Johnny was enough for us, but I give you double John- threesome of the year
“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, pulling away from a breathtaking kiss to lock his gaze with your own. His hands are gentle on your hips, but something in his smile makes you uneasy.
“It depends,” you admit. “I thought I trusted you last month when you decided summoning a demon was a good idea but that didn’t turn out very well, did it, Johnny?”
“What do you mean?” he laughs. “That was a great idea! He gave me a new spell book!”
“Yeah, a book of black magic! Please tell me you haven’t been messing around with that again-”
“Fine, I haven’t been messing around with it,” Johnny pulls you deeper into his room, “I’ve been reading it.”
“Johnny-”
“Trust me on this one, I found a spell and I think you’ll really like it!”
You can’t believe you’re humoring your boyfriend on this, but with a sigh, you take a seat on his bed. “Fine, what is it?”
“It’s a cloning spell,” Johnny grins, picking up the Demonic Grimoire.
“A cloning spell?” you repeat, eyes widening. “Are you trying to suggest a threesome or something? You know, if you want another girl to join, it’s easier to just go find one rather than conjure up a double-”
“Not another girl,” Johnny cuts you off. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.”
You simply stare at him for a moment, trying to register his words. “You mean… you want to…”
“Conjure up a clone of myself, and rail you with him, yeah.” Johnny’s grin widens. “Besides, that demon did warn me that most of the shit in this Grimoire is made for sin, and what’s more sinful than this? Lust, gluttony, pride, greed, sloth, hell, even envy is probably going to pop up. Maybe you’ll feel a little wrath too, if you act bratty. We can do all seven of the deadly sins in one go!”
You find yourself laughing. “You sound way too excited about committing cardinal sins, Johnny.”
“Well, I am half demon, remember.”
Sometimes you do forget that your sweet boyfriend is partly demonic. But his stint with the pentagram last month had reminded you just how close to Hell he really is, even behind his large smile and the ‘I love you’s’ that he showers onto you daily.
Many warlocks have a demon mark. Some have horns, or a tail- some sort of clear sign that they’re not of this world. But your Johnny? The only mark he has connecting him to the land below is heterochromia, one eye with a black iris, the other brown. In low lighting, it’s almost easy to miss the slight difference in color, and your boyfriend blends seamlessly into the human world with something as mundane as a pair of sunglasses. Others of his kind aren’t nearly as lucky.
It’s been over twenty years since all manner of ‘night beings’ revealed themselves to your world. Vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves, demons, angels- the list goes on. And while humanity has gotten used to these ‘others,’ they’re not fully accepted yet either. You have family members who would have a heart attack if they knew what you got up to with Johnny every week.
“Come on, baby,” Johnny sets his Grimoire down in favor of grabbing your hand. “I’ll only do it if you want to give it a try.”
“Is it easy to cancel the spell?” you ask. “Last time you conjured that cat with batwings we couldn’t get rid of it for a week-”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love Mister Whisker-Bat by the end of the week though, you were just as sad to see him go as I was,” Johnny insists. “But yeah, canceling the spell is easy. I’ll be using one of my hairs for the spell, to get rid of the double, all we have to do is light the small alter - and hair - on fire.”
“Sounds simple enough.”
“Is that a yes?” Johnny’s eyes widen. “You’ll have a threesome with me and me?”
You laugh at his choice of words. “You can conjure him and we can see what he’s like, how’s that sound?”
“Trust me, baby, you’ll love him.” Johnny flashes you a wink, his brown eye disappearing momentarily so all you see is the black one. It’s a quirk of his, whenever he winks, it’s always the demon eye on full display.
“How are you so sure about this?” you ask, standing from the bed and wrapping your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck, looking up at him with a smile. His confidence is one of the things you love most about him, even if it does get him into trouble.
“I just am, it’s a feeling I have.” He shrugs, hands finding your hips.
It’s impossible to be this close to your boyfriend and not kiss him, so that’s what you do, pressing your mouth against his. It’s gentle at first, but as with everything when it comes to your warlock boyfriend, it quickly turns heated.
Johnny’s tongue swipes across your lip, begging for entry. You invite him into your mouth, stifling a moan at the feeling as his hands hold you closer, tugging you flush to his chest.
You have no idea what tonight will be like, but you do trust Johnny. He’d never let you get hurt, and you doubt his clone will either.
Your fingers slip up to thread through his hair. He’s had it dyed a blondish grey for as long as you’ve known him, and you’re living for the way it sets off his skin tone. You’d half expected the strands to be crunchy when you’d first kissed him months ago, but his hair is as smooth as silk- Johnny has some sort of potion hair mask that he uses to keep himself shiny and soft.
You tug gently on his hair and Johnny groans against your mouth, digging his digits against your hips. He’d said he needs hair for this spell to work, and you narrow in on two strands, biting his lip at the same time you give a rough yank.
“Ow!” Johnny yelps, pulling away from you. He looks down at you with wide eyes.
“You said you needed hair for the spell,” you grin, holding out the strands. “Here, I was just trying to help.”
He gives you a look that says he doesn’t quite believe you, and it only makes your smile widen.
“Okay,” Johnny sighs. “Let’s do this.”
You watch him approach the small alter he’s made on his desk. There’s a large, circular mirrored tray as the base. Covering the reflective surface is a number of dried herbs and other warlock items, a bottle of something dark red, what looks like salt or ash- there’s also a few runes decorating the space, and bits of parchment covered in incantations.
Johnny sets his hair in the center, then pulls a lighter out of his jean pocket. He lifts a black candle, igniting it. As the flame licks the wick, Johnny begins to speak in some form of demonic language, picking up the Grimiore with his free hand.
You practically hold your breath, watching him as he tilts the candle at an angle, allowing the hot wax to drip down onto his hair, sticking it to the mirror. When he seems satisfied with the amount of black wax, he sets the candle down next to the hairs.
His voice has taken on a deeper edge as he continues reading the spell, and you can practically see the power begin to radiate off your warlock boyfriend, like grey waves resounding out from his flesh, echoing through the room.
Your hair stands on edge, a slight heat overtaking you, and you smell the familiar scent of brimstone. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to since Johnny apprehended the Grimoire in his hands, and it’s always given you an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You like to think of Johnny as your soft boyfriend, but he’s a warlock, and the demonic side of him is never more evident than on nights like these.
You’re not sure what to expect as Johnny’s spell work comes to an end. Bat-cat had appeared in a puff of smoke, but as you look around, there’s no dark cloud, no evident conjuration-
“Huh,” Johnny cocks his head to the side. “That should have worked-”
The lights flicker out, the room going dark aside from the one black candle burning on the altar.
Then, just as suddenly, the lights turn back on, and your gaze shifts to the switch by the door. Your breath catches as you take in the man standing there, one hand lazily touching the switch. Johnny’s double has appeared, and he’s the one who just turned the lights back on.
“Hi, losers.”
While the new Johnny clone is wearing the same white shirt and black jeans combo your boyfriend has on, this Johnny has dark hair. You’ve always loved your boyfriend’s coloured strands, but there’s something so regal about the dark brown- it sets off the sharp angles of his face, and leaves you breathless.
“Who are you calling losers?” Johnny retorts, closing the Grimiore and turning to face the double at the door.
“I’m calling you two losers,” the clone grins. “You’re a loser for wanting a threesome with yourself, and she’s a loser for agreeing to it.”
“You’re a bit of a dick, aren’t you?” your boyfriend laughs.
“Not any more than you. I’m your double, anything I say or do is something you would say or do, well, it would be if you let your demonic side out more often. You’re so good at keeping that part of you under lock and key, but not tonight. Here I am.” The double pushes off from the wall, approaching your boyfriend. “Don’t be mad if you don’t like what you see.”
“I’m not mad about what I see,” Johnny says thoughtfully, “I’m just wondering why your hair is so dark. Thought you were supposed to be a clone.”
“My hair is like your demon side, you can try to cover it up, make it lighter, but this spell always knows your true self. Besides, baby thinks I look good with this hair colour,” the clone’s gaze shifts to you, and he flashes you that classic Johnny grin, “isn’t that right, baby?”
“I-” your words get choked in your throat, and you swallow thickly, looking between your boyfriend and his darker double. “Johnny-”
“Another charade to appear nicer,” the clone clicks his tongue. “Your blonde, soft-looking boyfriend might go by the name Johnny. But tonight, you’ll call me John.”
“You’re not the one calling the shots tonight,” your boyfriend interjects, “but… having two different names for us isn’t a bad idea.”
“It’s a great idea,” John smirks, “you came up with it yourself.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
The two handsome men exchange a knowing glance, and your insides twist with anticipation.
They’re gonna fuck you up and you just know it.
“So, since I’m not the one calling the shots,” John sighs, gaze shifting to you again, “how about you tell me how this is going to go? I’d hate to step on any… toes.”
He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you up. You’re used to Johnny’s black iris, but John’s dark hair makes it stand out even more. It’s noticeably demonic, and it makes your heart race in your chest. You feel like a prey being sized up by a predator, and something about it has your panties getting wet.
“You know what?” your soft lover cocks his head to the side. “Baby, how about you tell us what you want to do? You’re the one who’s about to be railed, you should get to choose how it happens, don’t you think?”
“I like how you say that as if you’ll actually fully listen to her,” John scoffs.
“What do you mean? I always give baby a say in things.”
“Yeah. Sure. Except you nudge her in the direction you want to go. We both know it’s only going to take a little stroking, a little making her gag on our cocks, and she’ll be putty in our fucking hands. Baby just wants to please, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” John’s grin widens when all you can do is stare at him.
There might be a response for his lewd observation, but you’re already feeling nice, submissive and dumb. There are no thoughts in your head except ‘holy fuck.’
This dark John is really hot, especially when contrasted by your light boyfriend.
You’re literally in awe, lips parted ever so slightly, your body tingling with anticipation.
“You know what?” Johnny sighs. “You’re right. We both know baby loves when we’re in control, so lets just… be in control.”
“Now you’re talking,” John grins. “I’ve got a suggestion.”
“Let's hear it.”
“What if we blind fold her? Make her guess who’s touching. Punishment for wrong answers.”
“Punishment?” you ask, voice coming out much shakier than you’d meant for it to.
“Nothing you won’t like,” John assures you. “Now be a good girl and grab the blindfold from the bedside table for us.”
Your eyes shift to Johnny, and he gives you a small nod. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn and do as you’re asked, holding out the silky eye covering a moment later.
“Now put it on,” John instructs. “And this time, don’t look at him for permission. Just do it.”
You do as you’re told, hands shaky as you cover your sight with a strip of darkness. As soon as your vision is blocked, you feel more sensitive. You feel even more like prey. Most of all, you feel vulnerable.
There’s a half-demon warlock and a dark clone with demonic intentions staring at you like they want to eat you up. To top it all off, you’ve now just blocked off one of the most important senses.
The bed dips next to you, and you jump slightly from the motion.
A large hand smooths across the back of your neck, angling you to face the side, and then lips are pressing against your own.
This mouth is familiar, and you lean into the kiss, letting out a sigh of relief. You reach out, grabbing at the man’s knee to steady yourself, wanting to get lost in the person’s lips-
But then they’re pulling back. “Guess who?” they ask, voice soft.
“Johnny?”
A small chuckle, and you realize immediately that you’ve already failed the first test.
“How easy it is to trick you, baby.” He lets out a deep sigh, pulling away completely, standing from the bed. “Time for your first punishment. I think three smacks should suffice. Get on all fours, and say thank you for each one.”
Your skin tingles, heart beating wildly in your chest. You do as you’re told.
Getting into a doggy position, you bend down slightly, arching your back. You’re on edge, listening intently for movement. Soft footfalls let you know someone is approaching, and then two hands grab your asscheeks through your pants, squeezing roughly.
“First three through the jeans, but once we’re done with you, I’m taking these off.”
It’s not a question. It’s a statement, and you let out a small moan of affirmation.
Your panties are sticking to your core already, and the first hit makes you cry out, pussy clenching around nothing. It had been a heavy-handed smack, harder than Johnny has ever hit you before- but there’s something almost delicious about it.
Your toes curl, and you suck in a shaky breath. “Thank you.”
“Good girl,” someone praises you.
Another smack has you moaning even louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and bunching them up in your hands. “Fuck, thank you!”
The third hit has you practically trembling. You can already feel a bruise forming- but the pain is perfection, in a masochistic kind of way.
“Thank you!”
“Time to guess who delivered your punishment, baby.”
You feel like a dumb little slut. You’re already slipping into sub-space, delirious and horny. If you had it your way, maybe you wouldn’t even want to speak full sentences anymore. Your mind is swimming, and nothing feels coherent.
“I-” you lick your lips. The smacks had been hard. “John?”
“Wrong again, pretty girl. Your soft boyfriend is the one who just punished you, but I guess he’s not so soft anymore. In fact… I’d say he’s quite hard. We both are.”
“Fuck-” you groan, imagining your boyfriend’s cock all stiff in his pants- then you remember that the visual should be doubled, and you can feel your mouth beginning to water.
“Second punishment, suck us off. We’ll see if you really know your boyfriend’s cock or not.”
A hand grabs at you, helping you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. “Johnny?” you ask.
“Wow, you finally got one right.” The laugh that fills the room is distinctly clone like.
“Do I get a reward, John?”
“The reward is you get to suck cock, and since you just got two in a row, you’ll get to suck both of us.”
It’s almost comical how reward and punishment are the same thing, but you’re in too deep to question it.
Now is not the time to be bratty, and you know it.
There’s a small shuffle in front of you, and then someone instructs you to “Stick out your tongue.”
You do as you’re told, and a second later, a cock is tapped against your wet muscle. You fight the urge to try to suck on it, allowing the man to coat themselves in your saliva. You even begin to drool, and you feel a drip make its way down your chin.
“Suck.”
You immediately lean forward, swallowing the bulbous head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, and you sink down as far as you can. Johnny has a big cock, you’ve never been able to take it all, but that never stops you from trying.
Your hands brace against someone’s thighs, and you begin to bob your head. The man above you lets out a groan, fingers threading through your hair, guiding you to bob faster, taking more and more into your mouth.
“Guess who,” the man you’re sucking on breathes.
You pull off his cock, feeling a line of spit still connecting you to the best dick you’ve ever had. “Johnny.”
“That’s my girl.” He pulls you onto him again, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Your fingers dig into his thighs. You push your reflex away, doing your best to please your boyfriend.
“Fuck it,” comes a rough voice, “my turn.”
A second hand grabs your hear, tugging you away from your boyfriend’s cock- only for the same cock to be pushed past your lips.
It’s sinful how exact the clone is. He has the same large vein running along the underside of his length, the same mushroom tip, the same slight curve, the same taste-
But his motions are different. He’s more aggressive, forcing you all the way onto him like you’d willingly taken Johnny just moments ago. The sudden feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat with no prep - no sucking to start - has you gagging hard, your eyes beginning to water.
Grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself, you do your best to relax, to focus on the sounds beginning to leave John’s lips, but as he fucks your face, it’s hard not to feel every inch of him.
“Don’t be so rough,” Johnny tuts.
“Don’t be a backseat vouyer,” John retorts.
“She’s being good for you, why are you being so mean?”
“This is part punishment, remember?” You listen to the clone click his tongue, and then he’s tearing your blindfold off. “Besides, I like how she looks when she cries.”
This is so sick and twisted.
If John is saying this, it means that somewhere, buried inside your soft boyfriend, he also likes seeing your eyes well with tears.
You struggle to open your eyes, looking up at John. He’s staring down at you, and he releases a deep groan when he notices you watching him. “You love this, don’t you, baby? You love being used like our little fuck toy. Love taking this big cock deep in your fucking throat-”
You hate that he’s right.
Your panties must be soaked by now.
“Fuck-” Johnny whispers, and you wonder how it looks for him to watch himself fuck your face like this. “Okay, that’s enough.”
“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.”
“It’s enough,” your boyfriend states, firmer this time.
“Someone finally grew a backbone,” John laughs, pulling his cock from your mouth. You gasp at the loss, a line of spit still connecting you to the rock-hard length in front of your face. Tears trail down your cheeks, and you’re breathing heavily. You dig your fingers into John’s thighs, marveling in the moment of reprieve.
“Are you alright, baby?” Johnny asks. When you turn to look at him, concern is evident all over his face.
You nod, and it takes a moment for you to find your voice. “Yes, daddy.”
“Fuck, I forgot she calls us that sometimes.”
“She calls me daddy sometimes,” Johnny corrects, “and only when she’s in subspace- you really did a number on her.”
“We did a number on her. You started it with the spankings, remember?”
Johnny ignores his clone, reaching down to help you to your feet. He leads you to sit on the bed, getting onto his knees so he can be eye level with you. “He wasn’t too rough on you, was he?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“You’re still good for this?”
You nod, reaching forward to grab at the front of his white tshirt. Johnny lets you pull him in for a kiss, his large hands smoothing along your thighs.
Your tongue dips out to stroke his own and your boyfriend groans, squeezing you through your jeans. “Pants off,” he says, dragging his lips from yours so he can begin to tear your clothes from your body.
It’s shocking how quickly he gets you down to your underwear, and then he pushes you onto the bed. He pries your thighs open, and you feel two sets of dark eyes on your core.
“Already soaked. I knew you liked being our good little cock slut.”
“I guess I should give you a taste first, seeing as the only cock that’s going inside this pussy tonight is mine,” your boyfriend sighs, pressing one kiss to your knee before standing up to make space for his clone.
“Yeah, our cock.”
“My cock,” Johnny says, firmly this time. “You only get her mouth.”
“What’s the point of a demonic threesome if she’s not going to be properly double stuffed?” John asks, sinking down onto the floor between your spread thighs.
“One in the pussy, one in the mouth is double stuffed.”
“We both know I want her ass,” John rolls his eyes.
“I’ve never even been in her ass, don’t get greedy.” Johnny clicks his tongue.
Their bantering is doing something to you. The way they discuss this so confidently as if you’re not even in the room- you’re getting a view of Johnny’s inner thoughts, the battles he has with his demonic self-
He’s never talked to you about anal. But then again, his cock is so big it had taken you a while to even be able to receive it fully in your pussy, let alone somewhere else.
“If you’re good tonight, I’ll consider conjuring you again,” Johnny says finally.
You swallow thickly, gaze shifting to your soft boyfriend who’s really taken the reigns over his demonic double. John chuckles between your legs, shaking his head slightly before pressing his lips to your inner thigh.
“Did you hear that, baby?” John asks. “Sounded like a challenge to make you cum.”
“Then I guess…” your voice is much to hoarse and shuddery for your liking, “I guess you better not disappoint.”
The clone between your legs scoffs loudly. “As if disappointing you was ever an option.”
You open your mouth to respond, only for John to press his face against your panty-covered core. His tongue flicks through the soaked fabric, teasing by your clit and making your legs twitch. Your hands fly to grab at his dark hair, and a whimper slips out of you.
He’s being a tease, and from the way he’s looking up at you, smirking while kissing your pussy through your panties, John clearly knows what he’s doing. You shift under his mouth, laying back against the bed and pushing your core closer to him, tightening your grip in his hair.
“Please-”
“Begging already?” Johnny asks, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “Thought you’d hold out a little longer.”
“Can’t,” you mewl, arching your back as John pulls your panties to the side, blowing cool air along your throbbing cunt. “I need-” You lick your lips, gaze dropping to Johnny’s hard cock.
“You want something to suck on, don’t you, baby?” Johnny grins, reaching out to stroke your face as his clone’s tongue dives into your core.
“Yes,” you nod, accepting your boyfriend’s thumb past your lips. You moan around the digit, thighs clenching as John sucks lewdly on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue while you stroke Johnny’s finger with your own.
“I guess I can let you suck me off for a bit, get you ready to take him in your throat-” Johnny muses. “But I want you on all fours, I wanna fuck your face, and I can’t do it at this angle.”
The man between your thighs pulls away suddenly, and his large hands easily flip you over, getting you ready for your boyfriend. It must be nice for him to have such a willing participant in the bedroom- you’re pretty sure Johnny could make any command, and John would follow through with getting it set up for him.
They have a one-track mind, and you’d bet your life that John is just as excited to get you on all fours as Johnny is.
Two large hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks while Johnny shuffles to his knees and presents his cock to you. As you accept Johnny past your lips, a tongue presses into your wet hole again, and your toes curl at the stimulus.
“Just like that, baby,” Johnny coos, pushing your hair out of your face. “You suck on me, while he sucks on you.”
John growls against your clit, squeezing your ass roughly and shaking his head back and forth, earning a squeal that’s muffled by Johnny’s cock, which begins to glide in and out of your mouth.
“It’s funny- I can almost taste you,” Johnny muses. “I wonder if he can feel you on his cock like I can-”
The double pulls his lips from your pussy, and you can feel him momentarily panting, trying to catch his breath from the enthusiastic way he’s been eating you out. “I can feel it,” John confirms. “She’s always so good at sucking us off, even if she can’t fit much of us in that little mouth of hers.”
“She’s gotten better at blow jobs,” Johnny defends you, sinking further past your lips. “When she started, she could hardly take three inches, now look at her.”
His cock hits the back of your throat and you fight through your gag reflex. Your eyes are watering, so you shut them, focusing on being a good girl for your boyfriends.
Boyfriends. Plural.
You suppose - in this sex-induced haze - you’re already thinking of John as a lover. Any man eating you out as chaotically and thoroughly as he should be considered one, right?
When John’s mouth returns to your pussy and his thumb begins to circle your asshole, you definitely think of him as a boyfriend. Only your boyfriend is allowed to toy with you like this.
“Are you serious?” Johnny’s voice distracts you, the thrusts of his face fucking slowing down. “We just discussed no anal-”
“It’s just a finger,” the clone retorts. “She’ll love it. She’s already practically dripping- reacting all nice and pretty just from the thought, isn’t that right, baby?”
A gentle smack on your ass prompts you to pull off of Johnny’s cock, bracing yourself against one of his thighs while you catch your breath. You find yourself nodding, moaning like a whore in heat. “Please- I can take a finger, I can try-”
“We knew jealousy was a part of this, envy- one of the seven cardinal sins,” teeth graze your butt cheek. “I’m jealous of you getting her mouth and pussy, I’m sure you can suffer through watching me finger fuck this tight ass for the first time. We both know you’ll be the first to actually fuck it sooner or later- why can’t you let me have this one win? Come on Johnny, she’ll love it. You conjured me to make her feel good, didn’t you?”
“Fuck, you’re too convincing,” Johnny sighs, stroking your face. “Beg him for it, baby. I need to know you actually want this.”
“I want it so bad,” you whimper, a rush of emotion flooding through you. “Please, I wanna be full- I wanna feel it-” A strangled gasp escapes your lips when John spits on your ass, rubbing the fluid around your tight hole before pressing the tip of his finger inside of you. “Oh my god-”
Johnny threads his fingers through your hair, tugging so you’re forced to look up at him. “The moment you cum, we’re switching positions and I’m fucking you, got it, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” you moan.
“Now open up.”
You do as you’re told, and Johnny slips his cock back into your mouth, picking up where he’d left off.
Generally, when you’re blowing Johnny, it’s hard to focus on anything else. But today, it’s hard to focus on anything other than John, whose finger fills your ass perfectly while his tongue circles your clit like magic.
You can feel a pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and each rough thrust from Johnny has your body tensing, the orgasmic coil wrapping tighter and tighter-
Despite the cock in your mouth, lewd sounds are escaping you. A gurgling noise that you know you should be ashamed of- but you can’t bring yourself to care, mind occupied on the high that’s approaching much too quickly.
It’s clear that John wants you to cum. He wants to tear your pleasure out of you faster than you can even think-
His thumb massages your inner walls, stretching your tight hole open and making your toes curl.
“That’s it baby,” Johnny praises you, his grip tight in your hair while he fucks your face. “Taking us both so well.”
You can feel a tear of overstimulation roll down your cheek. This is almost too much for you to handle, and you haven’t even cum yet.
One particularly rough thrust has your throat constricting around Johnny, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to come completely undone for your Johns. Your abdomen tenses, and just like that, the chord snaps. It snaps hard.
You tear your mouth off of Johnny’s cock, practically screaming as your orgasm rips through you like wildfire. Your whole body is alight with pleasure, clit throbbing, pussy contracting around nothing, your ass sucking up John’s finger to betray the deep need that’s grown within you-
All you can do is moan like a desperate whore, clinging to Johnny’s thigh while John helps you ride out your orgasm. The double is unrelenting, as if he wants to work you for every last drop you can give him- his tongue switching between slurping at your clit and diving past your folds, stroking your walls as they shudder.
“Good girl,” Johnny groans, petting your head with one hand while the other wraps around his cock, stroking himself through your high. He’s patient with you, allowing you to experience every shiver and moan, until your walls stop contracting, and John pulls away from your pussy with a wet smack of his lips. “Time for the main event.”
His words make you feel drenched all over again. John pulls his thumb from your ass only to smack it roughly, giving you a squeeze for good measure. “Be sweet for us,” the double warns, as if you’ve ever been anything but their perfect princess.
In just a few moments, Johnny and John have switched. Your light-haired boyfriend sets up behind you while the dark double settles by your face. His cock is red, leaking precum, and you realize you’ve hardly done much to touch him tonight- seeing as he just made you cum, you waste no time wrapping your lips around the mushroom tip, stroking your tongue along the ridge you find there.
“Fuck,” John groans, threading his fingers through your hair to anchor you like your boyfriend had just minutes ago. “Who’s our good little cock whore?”
“She is,” Johnny answers for you, sinking his cock deep into your pussy. “Fuck, our perfect little cock whore.”
He’s never called you this before- but it sounds so natural coming from him and his clone. Is this yet another one of your boyfriend’s fantasies? First anal, and now you being a good little cock whore?
Johnny is generally a man who sticks to praise, and while he’s still doing that- there’s this darker underlayer beginning to be more evident. Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. This threesome with your boyfriend’s dark self is illuminating for not only your twisted sexual desires, but Johnny’s as well.
You can’t help the way you react to the term ‘cock whore,’ your pussy clenching tight around the large cock splitting you open. You begin to drool on John too, relaxing your throat as he begins to fuck your face. He might be a dark double, but John’s being shockingly soft with the amount you can take. He’s not thrusting fully- not making you gag and cry- he’s using you like a man who knows and respects your limits.
At least Johnny’s respect for you transcends form.
“You know what?” Johnny says. “I watched how hard she came with your thumb in her ass, I think you’re right about filling her up properly.”
“Bet she’ll go fucking feral for three holes filled,” the clone agrees darkly, making you moan around his cock. “See? Listen to her. She sounds like a bitch in heat. Fill her up, Johnny. She’ll fucking love it.”
These men are downright insatiable- you kind of love it.
Just like his double had, Johnny spits onto your hole, and a moment later, his thumb is pressing past the tight ring of muscles. Your boyfriend’s thrusts falter slightly, his focus lingering on the way you swallow up his digit, fluttering around both foreign intrusions.
“If we’d have known you’d like butt stuff this much, we would have started training you ages ago, baby,” John muses.
“We’ve still got time.”
“I won’t get to fuck her ass tonight. What time do I have?”
“Next time.”
“So I passed the test? There’s gonna be a next time?”
“Based on how our baby is reacting, I’d say there’s definitely going to be a next time,” Johnny laughs.
“Good. I might be a clone from hell, but I think never getting the chance to truly fuck this little kitten of ours would be the true torture.”
The warlock fucking you while pressing his thumb deeper into your ass scoffs loudly. “And we can’t have that, can we?”
“No.” John tightens his grip in your hair, fucking you harder. “We can’t… also, I have something to admit.”
“Oh?” Johnny releases a chuckle, thumb stilling inside of you. “Now this I have to hear.”
“You’re under the impression I’ll be conjured until you light your hair and alter on fire, but unfortunately, at the moment, I’m bound to the candle as well. You missed the fine print in the Grimoire. When the candle reaches its end, I’ll disappear too.”
In your periphery, you’re aware of both men turning to look toward the alter, and your boyfriend releases a small curse word. “I guess we better make this quick.”
“And you should buy a bigger candle next time, that six incher you used tonight is a fucking joke and we both know it.”
“My bad,” Johnny begins railing into you as hard as he had so far, pressing his thumb deep inside of you. “Guess I’m not the best at reading the fine print.”
“It’s okay, something tells me baby can only take so much more of this. She’s drooling all over my cock, her throat all nice and open, so ready to be fucked-” John groans loudly.
“We’ve really fucked her stupid, haven’t we, Big Guy?”
Your skin tingles- there’s an inkling of something deeper in Johnny’s tone… is he… is he flirting with himself?
The man above you moans louder. “Of course we did. Have you ever seen anyone with a better cock than this? And for her to get two of us? She’s the luckiest fucking girl in the whole world- I want her to thank us when we cum. Want her to know how fucking blessed she is by this.”
It’s an interesting paradox- to be blessed by a demonic threesome.
“Are you gonna cum on her face?”
“Fuck, if you let me. She’ll look so pretty all painted in cum.”
“She can’t say thank you if you keep her mouth full,” Johnny notes, digging his fingers against your hips while railing you as hard as ever. Each smack of his hips against your ass has his cock fully buried in your wet core, the tip of his length pressing against your cervix and making your toes curl with insatiable need.
“No, I guess she can’t.” John stuffs himself fully in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You’ve never felt impaled like this- taking two of the largest dicks you’ve ever had-
Your nose brushes by the dark clone’s pubic hair, and something about it makes you feel even more sinful, your throat constricting while lewd gagging noises fill the room. John holds you on his cock, letting out a deep groan at the feeling of your muscles tightening around him-
“That’s it baby, just a little more-”
“Fuck, she’s squeezing so fucking tight-” Johnny moans from behind you.
“I can feel it,” John breathes.
“When you cum, I’ll have to cum-”
“She’s close too-”
“Fuck.” Johnny pulls his thumb out of your ass suddenly, wrapping his hand around your front so two fingers can circle your clit. At the same time, John takes his cock from your mouth, releasing a loud moan-
You cum in unison with the dark double, and from the loud grunt at your rear, you’re pretty sure Johnny’s just reached his peak as well.
You’re breathing heavily, mind completely delirious. Your throat feels raw as you swallow thickly- “Thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you-” you begin to blabber as John cums hard on your face, his large hand jerking himself off while ropes paint your skin.
“Good girl, good fucking girl-” Johnny groans behind you, fucking you through your highs while his fingers continue on your clit, drawing out your orgasm while your pussy milks him for every drop of cum he has.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” you can’t stop saying it, even while tears and cum begin to drip down your cheeks, your body completely overwhelmed by the two men who know you like the back of their hand.
Above you, John releases one last shuddery breath. He strokes your hair, whispering the word “Perfect-” and then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he disappears.
You collapse forward onto the bed, pussy still throbbing around Johnny, who slowly comes to a stop behind you.
Then he’s collapsing as well, laying his warm body against your back and pressing you against the mattress. His lips are hot along your bare shoulders and he seeks out your neck, teasing past your ear.
“You did so good for us,” he praises you. “Such a perfect baby.”
“Johnny-” you whimper, as deep in subspace as you’ve ever been in your whole life.
“I know, baby, I know. You don’t have to talk.” You hear him swallow thickly, and with one last kiss to your throat, he pulls away. “I’m gonna get you in a bath. Gonna wash all this cum off of you and cuddle you to sleep, sound good?”
“Please-” you moan, pussy clenching around him again.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his cock out of your tight, dripping hole. “We really did a number on you.”
But in all honesty, you really wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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“Surprise, surprise. I didn’t think you two would conjure me again so soon.”
Your heart skips a beat as you turn to find John standing by the door. It’s been less than a month since you’ve seen him last, and like that first time, he’s dressed as the mirror image of your boyfriend. However, it’s not a white shirt and blue jeans, this time, your boyfriend had gone for full black attire, and it matches the dark hair of his demonic double in a way that has you practically throbbing already.
“What can we say?” Johnny grins. “We liked having an extra set of hands.”
“As if our hands are the best thing about us,” John rolls his eyes, pushing off from the wall. He approaches you like a predator, and you’d missed the swagger in his step, it’s a unique stride that has your heart picking up pace in your chest. “There’s no lying to me, not when I know everything you know, Johnny. I’m here tonight because our perfect little baby is finally ready for the main attraction. She wants to be double stuffed. Fully.”
“I guess there’s no point in fucking around,” Johnny laughs, “even if we do have more time than last I conjured you.”
Your gaze shifts to the massive candle burning on the altar. You and Johnny had gone to six different spell shops to find the largest one possible- it’s almost as big as Johnny’s dick when he’s hard, and girthy too. You’ve got all the time in the world tonight- even so, you don’t want to waste a second.
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Imagine being Claude's fiancee. Seeing him fall in love with someone else (Diana) and ran away when you know that Diana is pregnant. He marry her, didn't even think about you at all. Just Diana, all Diana. You become an alchemist and a great witch, you have friend, Lucas, who often talk with you with magic device. You don't know who he is, you know just him as 'asshole but cute wizard,' slowly in love with him and sounds that he into you too. It happens trought years. One day, Lucas said he want to meet you, he want you to go to the princess's debudante.
You know about her, athanasia or athy. Of course, how can't you? She's the daughter of your Ex-fiancee and Diana. So you come, with disguise, you change your appearence (welp- it's just colour of your hair and eyes) and you go there. You watching the Princess and Claude dance, and in the middle of it, you can hear telepati from Lucas.
"Come meet me at the garden," he said.
you're so excited, you finally met him, he blushed so much when he saw you (and the fact that he finally have you for his own can be with you, he knew you back when you were still living in the palace as Claude's fiancé. But you never even knew his existence. Basically he's obsessed with you.)
"it's been awhile... It's been a long time, I've always loved you but you never glanced at me, didn't even know that I existed"
you're confuse, "w-wait, what-"
"Y-YOU!" someone shouted from behind you, a very familiar voice… you looked at Lucas scared. you and he know exactly who it is…
You turned around and looked at him, very scared. its him, your ex fiancé.
He pulled you from Lucas' arms and hugged you, you tried to escape from him and looked at Lucas in fear, trying to ask for help. But I was even more afraid when Lucas said… "I'm sorry, this is the only way to have you always near me, forever."
"Please don't leave me again.... i'm so sorry, i'm sorry"
you cried, especially when claude talked about how he missed you and apologized, when claude managed to kiss your lips… your vision went dark, you fainted because of lucas' spell.
it seems like you forgot that even though lucas is cute, he's still a powerful jerk who can cast a spell on you.
this inspired by @cassanderasblog wmmap series tho.
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he's not magic
eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: the time of the month has come and Eddie is the only person who can sooth you.
warnings: talks about menstrual cycles/blood. mentions of dying. tooth rotting fluff. Eddie is a cutie pie. pet names used; sweetheart, baby, honey. shitty writing/spelling errors; if you find any plz ignore it lolololololol.
a/n: i'm currently in so much pain from my period and the only thing i want is for someone to coddle me and tell me i'm going to be ok. i hope you guys enjoy this very small thing, it's not much and it's not good but maybe it'll help you feel good on those days when life is shit. love you all <3
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You're dying, a slow, painful, and mournful death. At this point you stopped caring, stopping all the begging you've done all morning for your life to continue. If this was how you were going out than so be it, you just wished your end had come faster.
You've already bled through two pairs of panties and two pairs of shorts, now left in your trusty period panties and an oversized shirt. Your stomach was bloated to the point it was uncomfortable, your breasts were so swollen that your chest felt like it was going to concave under the weight, and your back felt as if it was going to snap in half at any moment.
It felt like you tried everything, ibuprofen, heating pad, and propping a pillow in between your legs - none of the tricks worked. Now you were left in the fetal position, arms wrapped around your middle and knees pulled to your chest.
For the past how ever many hours you've been moaning out in pain, the stabbing feeling in your uterus just too much to handle. You're sure if someone were to walk in and see you they'd think you were insane and right now you couldn't blame them.
You did look insane, hair wild and matted to your face from all the sweat you've accumulated, voice hoarse and scratchy from all the wounded animal sounds you've made, and your face screwed up in an unflattering way.
Your phone has gone unanswered all day, the only person to have texted you was Eddie. At first it was only tik toks, small comments he thought would make you giggle, and then it turned into him updating you about his day at work, and finally worried questions about if you were okay.
You felt so fucking guilty for not responding, not telling him that you were fine but you just physically couldn't move from your crouched position. This only made you angrier, the fact that your temporarily paralyzed and are restricted from doing the things you need to do.
The fridge sits empty and in need of new groceries, laundry stays piled up by the washer where they wait to be cleaned, and Eddie is waiting for your response worrying about your well being - that is if he hasn't already contacted the national guard to track your location.
Everything is so shitty, the pain, the hurting, the guilt, the frustration. You feel like you're a balloon that's been filled up too much and is waiting to burst at the seams.
You don't have to take long before the heated tears from your eyes fall down, hitting the bridge of your nose, only to land on the pillow beneath your head. It's not a violent cry, at least not yet, just frustrated tears that seem to slip away from their barricade.
You don't even notice the front door of your apartment opening or the sound of Eddie calling for your name, only focusing on the pulsating of your uterus that debilitates your body.
"Fuck, baby I've been worried about you," You don't even turn and look at him, your eyes are still harshly closed. By the sound of his voice you know he's out of breath, brown curls probably wild from the speed of his running.
"Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?" The worry in his voice hits right on the spiderweb crack, shattering you into a million little pieces.
You can't hold it back, the wailing that rips from your throat is something close to bone chilling. Tears streams from your eyes without relent, whole body shaking from the cries that rip from your body.
It doesn't take more than thirty seconds to feel the bed dip as your boyfriend crawls into bed next to you. He doesn't think twice before pulling you in, one arm wrapped around your back and the other soothing down your hair on the side of your head.
"It's okay, baby. M'here, you're okay." Eddie coos and it's like music to your ears.
The warmth from his body fills you in a way your heating pad couldn't. Even with the mucus that fills your nose you catch a whiff of his scent, smoke, pine, and outside -undoubtedly him. His calloused hand runs soothingly up and down your back, allowing your bones to relax into his touch.
Eddie doesn't have to ask, he knows you better than you know yourself, and the way your scrunched up on your bed and crying he knows that you've been battling your pain all day.
"Sweetheart, you have to breath. Can you do that for me? Take one big deep breath, s'all I want, okay?"
You nod your head against his chest, following the way his chest moves as he demonstrates for you. Between hiccupped breaths and streaming tears, you allow your lungs to fill up with as much air as you can take in, releasing it right after in one long exhale.
"Good job, baby. Did such a good job f'me." Eddie's being soft with you, a side of him he only allows you to see and no one else.
You let his praise melt over you, soaking it right up like the plants in a drought. For the first time since you woke up you feel lighter, something you only feel when Eddie's by you. The cramps that have been going nonstop have finally subsided, the presence of your boyfriend scaring them away.
"It hurt so bad, Eds. S'really bad today." Your voice is shaky, as if one wrong move and you can break out into another sob.
"I know, honey, but it's okay. I'm gonna take care of you, kay? I'm gonna make it all better."
You both know that he has no control over what your body decides to do but just the promise alone has your worries easing away. Your body relaxes into him, your knees slowly falling down to their normal position until your laying right up against him.
"On a scale from one to ten, where are you at?" You take a moment to think about it, really evaluating the squeezing of your organs.
"Was a ten but now it's like a seven."
Eddie hums, his hand still soothing up and down your back. A small pause settles over his words, like he's trying to wrack his brain for the next action he's going to make so you can feel better.
"How 'bout you get some rest, then when you get up we'll get you something to eat? Sound okay?" You nod again, too tired to form any sort of response.
Eddie acknowledges your response with a kiss to the top of your head, making you hum in content when he does. It doesn't take long for the tiredness of your body to settle over you, quiet snores coming from your nose in no time.
Even if his arms fall asleep and his back feels stiff, Eddie stays there with you, soothing you in your sleep to ensure that your pain stays at bay. When you do wake up he's right there, waiting for you with some water and more medicine before helping you into the shower.
He's not magic and he has no idea what to do when it comes to woman's health but Eddie Munson will be damned if a period makes his girl cry like that again.
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My heart speaks for you (Part 1)
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Pairing: Eris x f!reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: a bit fluff, slight angst, no other that I could think of
Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?
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The festivities were in full swing. All the guests wore breathtaking ball gowns and suits in every colour imaginable. And the shooting stars above us glistened like jewels from some long forgotten treasure.
It was Starfall at the Night Court and our High Lord and his High Lady had worked hard to prepare this stunning ball. This year they wished to open Velaris to everyone, so all the other Courts were invited to enjoy this magnificent night.
I stood on one of the many balconies at the House of Wind, gazing up at the wonderful night sky above me. The stars seemed magical as they came down one by one to greet us like old friends. I closed my eyes to worship this moment. The chatter of our guests echoed up to where I leaned against the marble railing. It cooled my skin, which was still hot and sweaty from all the dancing earlier. The sound of glass clinking, as people toasted each other. Sweet smelling pastries and other delicious treats hovered in the air. My mouth instinctively watered and I subconsciously smiled.
A lovely fresh spring breeze made my black silken dress swirl around my ankles. My hair stood on end at the sensation and I shivered. Taking a deep breath, I let the night-chilled air fill my lungs. I never wanted this tiny fragment of life to pass, as I enjoyed it to the full. Letting it sink into the deepest parts of my soul and surround me like a thick, cosy blanket. I could feel a warmth spreading all over my skin.
The fabric of my dress caressed my legs, as the wind brushed past it. It accentuated my body in all the right places, from my legs up to my hips and to my breasts. A silver necklace curled its way around my neck with a moonstone in shape of a teardrop set in the centre. It shimmered so brightly as if made of a star itself. To complete my look, I´d chosen some silver earrings. Also with a little moonstone.
The Cursed Princess of the Night.
That was my title. At least, that’s what other Fae called me.
I opened my eyes only to pull back suddenly, as a tall, red-haired Fae stood beside me, watching the Starfall. Apparently I must have been under some kind of spell, as I didn’t hear the man approach me from behind.
He was at least two heads taller than me and wore a dark crimson tunic with golden embroidery and a creamy white linen shirt underneath. The vest looked like it was made out of blood and the linen shirt perfectly showed off his toned muscles on his arm and chest. A few gold rings curled around his long, slender fingers. And his hair. I almost forgot how to breathe. His hair was a kaleidoscope of fiery colours. A blazing fire of red dawn and golden sunset. Neatly brushed back. He smelled of fresh parchment, rain and red wine. A warmth enveloped him, spreading until I could feel it shiver over my hot skin.
I knew exactly who was standing before of me. The short, flaming hair. The lean figure. His exquisite attire. Standing beside me was the heir of the Autumn Court.
Eris Vanserra.
Apparently, I had let my eyes roam over his form for too long, for when I shifted my gaze to look at his face, he was staring right at me. I´ve never felt so exposed in my entire existence. He watched me as if he could peer straight into my very soul. I was in a trance, an comfortable feeling settled in my stomach. Cauldron! He looks like as if he was carved out of fire itself! All I could do was stare at him in awe. His handsome features. The sharp jawline and his amber eyes. A mischievous smirk played across his full lips, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Blushing, I looked down at my feet.
„What is a beautiful lady like you doing up here? Shouldn´t you be dancing with your family or perhaps with the guests?“ His voice sounded like a stream of molten gold. Delicate and charming, but with a hidden danger to it. I wanted to answer him. I really did. But… I just couldn´t. The words in my mind, but my mouth frozen.
When I didn´t respond, he tilted his head to the side. Like a fox staring at its prey. Something flickered in his eyes. Was that curiosity?
„Pardon me, where are my manners? I´m Eris Vanserra. Heir to the Autumn Throne.“ He threw an elegant hand gesture in my direction and bowed his head. A few strands of his bright red hair fell loose across his forehead, giving him a cheeky look.
„And you´re the Princess of Night, I suppose? Y/n, right?“ It was nothing but a statement. Of course he knew who I was. Not sure what to do, I just nodded quickly.
Gathering some strength, I looked him right in the eye and then leaned back on the balcony beside him. My eyes were on the city below us. Velaris. He simply hummed at me, his eyes also sweeping over the City of Starlight.
„It´s beautiful“, he commented, „but nothing compared to the view next to me, of course.“, his voice smooth as silk. I´d never met the Autumn Court heir in person, but I knew of his reputation. It was said he was a cruel and arrogant man. There was no trace of it now. Still I couldn´t help but smile shyly at his compliment. Daring a glance in his direction, I blushed uncontrollably. He stared at me again, a shameless grin on his face. What was going on? Normally, I´m not one to be flattered easily. Must be the alcohol…
I smiled and nodded gratefully at him before turning my gaze back to Velaris. Enjoying the view of the city. My home.
„Can you keep a secret?“ A hint of humour flashed across his face. I looked at him with big doe eyes, waiting for him to continue. „Starfall looks lovely, but in my opinion, it´s nothing compared to the Autumn equinox.“ A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. „You should visit it one day. Definitely worth it.“ He stared off into the distance, as if lost in a memory. He then began to tell me about the autumn equinox, about his brothers, growing up in his fathers Court. If anyone else had seen us, they probably would´ve mistaken us for old friends. Was I genuinely surprised that he shared such private details of his life with me, a complete stranger? Yes. Did it bother me? No, not in the slightest.
I could feel myself relaxing as he spoke and Eris clearly didn´t care that I didn´t answer. He simply went on sharing his life with me. And I listened carefully to every word he said. Something about it felt quite intimate, as if he trusted me with his very soul. The man next to me, was the complete opposite of what others said about him. A ticklish feeling crept its way into my chest and somehow I knew he needed… this. Just two strangers standing on a balcony at the House of Wind. One talking, the other listening. He needed this as much as I did.
We remained like that for a while. Just the two of us, Velaris below and the stars falling upon us. Now surrounded by a comfortable silence. Eris decided to break it first.
„I´ve heard tales about you, you know? The cursed daughter.“ A pause. „Some say the Cauldron is to blame for your inability to speak.“ I stiffened at his unexpected honesty. „Why is it you can´t talk?“ A thousand questions sparkled in those beautiful eyes of his. It was nothing new for people to have questions about what was wrong with me. They made up all kinds of tales and theories. I was used to them talking behind my back, but I hadn´t expected him to bring it up. Always at ease with my condition, I was surprised, when something felt out of place. A sensation that had changed. But why? I didn´t even know him. Why would he elicit such a reaction in me?
Feeling his eyes burning into my skin, I looked up at him, longing to say: I wish I could answer you. I truly want to! But I can´t…
Another expression slipped into his honeydew eyes. Sympathy. As if to tell me: I understand.
My eyes watered, but I didn´t mind. I felt completely lost in those cascades of liquid sunlight. Framed by his long lashes and fine wrinkles. Some others wouldn't even have noticed them.
My star, where are you? Your mother is worried about you.
The voice of my father echoed in a corner of my mind, jolting me out of my trance. I blinked a few times, glanced at the door behind me and back at the man by my side with something, others might have called a pleading look. I have to go.
Eris understood and gave a deep bow. „It was a pleasure to meet you y/n. Princess of the Night.“ Something about the way he said it didn´t make me dislike that title.
I curtsied and spun around on my heel, sensing that this wasn´t the last time I would run into Eris Vanserra.
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I spent the rest of the night with my family. Mor had a bit too much to drink, but so had her friend Viviane. They sat on the floor with Amren and Varian on velvet cushions, eagerly talking about some event, that happened recently. Cassian and Nesta were leaning on the great balcony, enveloped in each others arms, enjoying their togetherness. Uncle Az was watching the place, searching for any threats, as always. My father had told him, he had the night off, but why break with old habits. And then, there were my parents. High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court. Their crowns shone beneath the chandelier. Made of the most precious diamonds. Currently they were engaged in a lively conversation with Helion and some other Fae. Nyx, my older brother was next to them, holding a wine glass. His wings properly tucked behind his back.
I stood silently in a corner, observing the room. Every detail. The glittering embroidery on some of the ball gowns. The crystal glasses and the way the light was refracted in them. A scent from the pastries caught my attention and I took a deep breath. They smelled incredible. I was caught up in a maelstrom of iridescent colours as I watched the dancing guests. A whirlwind that carried me away and consumed me. A feeling crept over me as if something was watching me. Or rather, someone was. I scanned the hall, but found no one.
Then a deep, nocturnal laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. My father's laughter. Seeing him and my mother so happy, made me smile to myself. I loved them dearly. But every time I saw them like this, something stirred inside me. A familiar feeling tugging at my heart.
Silent as a shadow, I sneaked out of the hall and headed up to my chambers. It was another wonderful Starfall, no doubt, but right now I wanted nothing more than to sleep. To swallow those rising emotions and banish them for the rest of the night.
I quickly changed into something more comfortable and lay down on the large bed. Burying myself under the sheets, I soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Grey rain clouds darkened the sky and a sharp wind tore through the treetops. Loose, broken leaves were blown from the muddy ground. I felt a piercing cold creep up my bare ankles, like a dead hand reaching for me. My tangled hair fluttered around my face as the panic trapped within my chest threatened to burst. Breathe! Breathe! My heartbeat rose higher and higher. I was dressed in nothing but a white linen dress, which swirled around my hips. The first drops of rain trickled down my pale cheeks. The wind grew stronger by the second, howling like an ancient spirit.
Breathe and open your eyes! My body screamed at me, but I wasn´t listening. Everything felt too much, when suddenly something soft brushed my thigh and the world stopped spinning for a moment. The gentle thuds of paws and a faint squeak could be heard. Slowly, I opened my eyes, only to be met with a fox sitting a few steps away. His thick, orange fur swirled in the breeze and his big, smoky eyes glistened with curiosity. He certainly was adorable with his black socks and the fluffy fur, his ears twitching. Squeaking again, he started running away from me. My body began to wake up, my feet stepping forward on their own.
I followed the little creature through the forest, trying not to loose him. Water splashed onto my legs, as I ran through some puddles. Fern leaves got stuck on my dress. The world around me, began to blur into a stream of pastel colours. A chaos of moss and olive-green leaves. Of grey sky and dark raindrops. Mixed with the scent of petrichor. The fox then slowed down and hid in a dark, narrow tunnel, waiting for me to follow. I took a few steps and stood at the entrance. My hand darted towards the shadows, but before I could to step into them, they consumed me. Suffocated me. Stole my air. My vision. And then slowly sunk into my very being…
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Sunrays shone down on my face. They tickled a bit and I scrunched my nose. A fresh breeze blew through the open windows and filled the room. The fine silver curtains swayed. I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to stay up. But the birds chirping outside had other plans, so I kicked off the covers and got up.
As I was getting into a pair of black trousers and a bell-sleeved top, the entire house trembled beneath my feet. The birds were startled and fluttered away. What was going on?
I quickly threw on some shoes and almost ran out of the room. Perhaps it was an earthquake? Hopefully nothing too serious.
Moments like this made me wish I had inherited my father's wings.
Hurrying down a long corridor, I made a sharp right turn and nearly stumbled down a flight of stairs. As I was about to pass another staircase, a certain darkness caught my eye. It spilled out from under a double door, which was decorated with intricate silver carvings.
The conference room.
Oh, yes. My mother had told me, that there would be a meeting with the other High Lords in the morning to discuss some new arrangements regarding the import of certain materials into the other courts and the continent. It didn't appear to be going well.
An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. As I walked towards the door, a low growl reverberated through the walls. Father.
„Rhys, let us talk about..“ My mother was cut off. „No! I demand to hear it from him! Who is it?“ His sombre voice was full of wrath. What could´ve possibly made him so upset?
I stepped closer, not sure if I should knock and disturb them. You could literally feel the tension.
„Rhysand, this is a business council. We´re here to discuss other matters.“ I believed, that was Lord Thesan´s voice speaking. A pregnant pause followed. I could almost see my father glaring at him. „Y/n. It's Y/n.“ I couldn't identify the voice. Someone was gasping for air and mumbled something incomprehensible. After that, no one dared to say another word.
Why were they talking about me? What was going on in there?
„You are not worthy of her.“ He practically spat out the word. My father´s sudden change of demeanour sent a shiver down my spine. „That decision is not yours to make.“ Heavy footsteps echoed across the room. „Call off your dog, Rhysand.“, Cassian snarled as he was addressed like that. „No need for hostility.“, the voice sounded as nonchalant as it could be.
Eris.
The darkness around my feet grew thicker. With no clue what had gotten into me, I grabbed the door handle and entered the council room. Not a single person noticed me. Just as I was about to close the door and step into whatever situation awaited me, glass shattered on the wooden floor.
„She is my daughter. You are not entitled to her!“ I could do nothing but watch the scene unfold. „Rhys, you don´t understand. Y/n is my mate. You can´t keep her away from me.“ The air was practically charged with lightning. A tingling sensation, that…
Wait what?…What did he just say?… I´m his.. his mate?
The room seemed too small now. Time stood still. Even the dust in the air had stopped moving. I inhaled sharply. My thoughts were racing. Pieces of memories flashed my mind.
Last night on the balcony.
His cheeky grin.
Mor, a dancing flash of red.
Stars sparkling above our heads.
A full moon shining as bright as ever.
My parents holding each others hands.
The stories Eris had told me about his childhood.
I must´ve heard this incorrectly. We hadn't even met each other until yesterday. But now it made sense, why he acted so.. so vulnerable in my presence. I was his mate. He was my mate. I had a mate. This one sentence repeatedly ran through my mind.
Unconsciously, my foot took a step back at the realisation and one of the planks creaked awkwardly. As if slow motion, all faces turned to me.
„Darling, I´m so sorry. This wasn´t meant for your...“, my father stuttered, but I couldn´t hear him anymore. His Apology ended in a swirl of pure silence. All I could do was stare at him. Eris. And he looked at me. Straight into my eyes with a shocked expression on his face. „Y/n, I..“, he tried to step forward but Cass stopped him immediately. Someone then gently grabbed my arm and pulled me along. Away from this moment, that just put my entire life upside down. A familiar scent flooded my nose and golden brown hair waved in my vision. The last thing I remember, was the doors closing behind me, as my mother winnowed us to the living room.
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Yan overblotted malleus who kills his darling by accident, maybe loses his mind even more. Go crazy 💙
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Warning(s): blood, death, hearing voices
The ink clouding his vision slowly dripped off of his face, allowing him to see clearly once more.
"What... what happened to me...?" He asked.
But nobody was there to answer his question.
Malleus stood up on his unsteady legs. Nobody's around, where are they?
And then he found everyone. Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and the two Shrouds were huddled around... something. He couldn't tell what it was.
When Silver heard someone approaching, he immediately stood up and drew his sword, but calmed himself when he realized Malleus looked like he was back to normal.
But behind Silver, hidden by everyone else, Malleus saw a very bloody body.
"What happened?" Malleus asked.
"You overblotted." Silver simply responded.
"There's no pulse." He heard the younger Shroud say. "And... I'm not detecting any brain activity either."
"S-shit... Ortho, c-could you try shocking them awake?"
"I don't think it would be of any use at this point..."
"Ah, how tragic..." Lilia said. "Malleus will be quite displeased."
"Why... will I be displeased...?" Malleus asked.
"Malleus! You're ok!" Lilia said, turning around. "Such wonderful news-!"
"Lilia. Why did you say I would be displeased." He demanded.
"...Malleus. I'm sure you're aware you overblotted, yes...?" Lilia asked. He floated upwards and placed his hands on Malleus' shoulders. "(Y/N)... they tried to help us calm you down as they've done with all the other overblot cases but..."
It felt like all of the noise was sucked out of the world. He heard nothing, except for what Lilia said to him next.
"Malleus, you killed them."
It's easy to keep a human alive.
Just use a bit of magic, and just like that they'll be ok.
Lilia had clearly lied! You were just fine!
A simple spell to heal your injuries, and one to help with... preservation... and you were just fine!
You were alive, clearly!
You still looked alive, and your body wasn't at all decaying, so you're clearly ok!
You have to be.
Malleus Draconia was always known as a strange man, people just never commented on it because he's big and scary and one of the most powerful mages in the world, but now... people were starting to talk about him.
They were starting to talk about how Malleus Draconia was a man who always dragged a human's corpse around with him. He called the body "(Y/N)". He would talk to them like they were alive, and he always expected a response, before saying something along the lines of "Oh, you don't want to speak right now? That's ok, (Y/N), maybe later."
Everyone was now more unsettled by Malleus than ever before.
"(Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" Malleus asked, sitting you down in a chair.
But you didn't respond to him.
"...my dear, I know you're probably angry at me for hurting you like that, and I'm extremely sorry about that, but (Y/N)... we can't go on like this." Malleus said, grabbing your cold hands. "I can't go one more day without hearing your voice."
And after that, he could have sworn you said something to him. He heard a voice in the back of his mind, one that resembled yours...
"I knew it. You're still alive." Malleus smiled. "So, (Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" It felt so nice to hear your voice again. "Oh, that sounds wonderful, my dear. Shall we discuss wedding preparations tomorrow? ... Yes, my thoughts exactly!"
Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were peaking into the room to make sure Malleus was doing ok.
They did not expect to see what they did.
He's talking to you like you're still alive, like you're responding to him...
"Father, what do we do?" Silver asked.
"...I don't know."
"Is there nothing we can do to prevent Lord Malleus from marrying a corpse?!" Sebek yelled.
"Well, his grandmother will surely prevent that, but we should find a way to help him with... this." Lilia sighed. "For now, I suppose we just... let this happen. And try our best to help."
Malleus looked so happy, dancing with you.
But you didn't look happy, dancing with him.
Your expressionless, dead face could not display happiness anymore.
But Malleus... he saw you looking happy as ever. You looked as beautiful as the day he found you.
To Malleus...
You looked as alive as ever.
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All My Life
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x wife!reader
Summary: Klaus wants to use you in his plans, but Elijah is terrified of losing you. Marcel makes a massive mistake that could end in tragedy for all involved.
Warnings: Mentions of death, mild cursing.
Despite his external levelheaded calm appearance, Elijah Mikaelson was filled with intense emotions that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. Unlike his siblings, he'd learned how to bottle his emotions and bury them deep down. Very few people would ever notice the turmoil behind his deep brown eyes, but you always did.
650 years of knowing him certainly helped, but it was the 650 years of loving him that really did the trick.
"Hey handsome, what are you doing in the cellar?" you asked as you walked down the stairs.
Elijah held up the bottle of scotch he'd been drinking and offered it to you. "Would you like a drink, (Y/N)?"
You raised your eyebrow and shook your head with a sigh, but you took the bottle from his hands and took a drink. "Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"
He took the bottle back from you and took a long drink. "Now why would you think something is bothering me?"
"Perhaps because you're sitting in the cellar drinking your weight in scotch? Anyone with two eyes would look at you and immediately know something is wrong."
He looked up at you and you saw a sea of emotions in his eyes. You kneeled down in front of him and placed a hand on his thigh. "Talk to me, Elijah."
"I don't want to burden you with my thoughts."
"Your thoughts are never a burden. I know you and Klaus had a fight. Was that what bothered you?"
He sighed and nodded. He never wanted to show his emotions in public, but it was different with you. However, his argument with Klaus had sent him into overdrive. He was incredibly angry and frustrated, but mostly he was terrified. 650 years of loving you more than life itself and he could lose it all in a single conversation.
You could see he was warring with himself over something. You were worried about him. "Tell me what happened."
"Do we have to talk? Can we just sit here and enjoy each other's company?" He asked softly.
"Elijah," you whispered, "as much as I'd love to sit here quietly with you, I need you to open up. I know you're not okay."
He sighed and reached for you, pulling you into him. You let him hold you against his chest for a moment before pulling away. "Sweetheart," you said softly.
"Klaus wants to use you to remove Marcel and his vampires from the quarter."
You looked up at him in surprise. "What?"
"You're the strongest witch we know, which makes you the best option for combating Marcel." He sighed. "But it's too dangerous. He has Davina and 100 vampires on his side. I don't want to lose you."
"Oh sweetheart, is that what you're worried about? Losing me?"
He nodded. "The risk is too great. Any one of those vampires could try to kill you and Davina may be young, but she's strong."
"I'm immortal, Elijah. They're not going to be able to kill me."
He shook his head. "Not any more."
You pulled even farther away from him. "What?"
"Marcel got several witches to help Davina break your linkage spell."
"How do you know?"
"Marcel requested several of the quarter witches assist Davina in a massive spell. My understanding is he wanted to break the link between you and Nikalus, with the intent of attacking him."
"Attacking an immortal original hybrid? That sounds like a fantastic idea. What is he thinking?"
"Marcel is aware Nikalus cannot be killed, however he can be desiccated via magic. I believe that is his plan. Niklaus will be out of the way and no one will stand between Marcel and his 'kingdom'."
"How do you know about this?"
"Sophie informed Niklaus. Niklaus informed me."
"And then he suggested using me?"
Elijah nodded. "In traditional Nikalus fashion, he did not suggest, he demanded. I do not want to put you at risk, especially now that you are vulnerable. We argued about it, which you already know. I've spent the last hour sitting down here enjoying this 150 year old scotch."
Everything Elijah had told you had you reeling. 645 years ago you had been gravely injured and almost died. If Klaus hadn't found you in time, you would have been dead. Once he healed you, he had a witch create a linkage spell, tying you to Klaus. Essentially, everything that happened to Klaus happened to you and vice versa. However, his immortality also extended to you. As such, you did not age, never got sick, and you'd live as long as he did.
Elijah had been irate when he'd discovered what Klaus had done. In part because Klaus had taken away your choice for immortality, but mostly because Klaus had chosen to tie you to him, despite the fact that he knew how Elijah felt about you. Klaus adored you and that has never changed. Elijah grew to accept and even appreciate Klaus's constant desire to protect you. You never had a desire to be a vampire, so the fact that you could spend forever with Elijah without losing your magic meant everything to you.
"Klaus is willing to risk my life?" you asked in surprise.
"Of course not," Elijah stated. "He insisted that you'll be perfectly fine, but he cannot assure that. And there is the issue of the linkage spell...we don't know the ramifications of breaking it."
You sighed. "I can always reinstitute a linkage spell...perhaps even using you this time around."
Elijah looked at you in a strange manner and you were struggling to determine what he was thinking. "Elijah? What aren't you telling me?"
"You can't do the linkage spell."
"Why not?"
"The spell was very complex and as such certain things were required to conduct it."
"Certain things?"
"Niklaus never wanted you to know what it took to perform the spell." He sighed, clearly wishing he didn't have to tell you either. "The witch who created it used expression. And the complexity of the spell required the creation of an expression triangle in order to channel the energy needed to complete the spell."
You sat in a stunned silence. That may not have meant much to Klaus, but it meant a lot to you. "Did you know?" you whispered.
"(Y/N)..."
"Elijah. Did you know?"
He sighed. "Yes, I knew."
You closed your eyes. The weight of what he was saying was overwhelming. Klaus had killed 36 people just to link you to him. You would have rather died or even become a vampire over murder. "We can't do that, Elijah. It should have never been done in the first place. Expression magic is powerful, but dangerous. Klaus shouldn't have ever done this to me."
"If he hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to spend the last 645 years with you."
"Oh, Elijah. I know, I know." You grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. "We'll figure this out. And while I'm pissed at Klaus, I can't let Marcel hurt him."
"(Y/N), Marcel had you unlinked so he could go after Nikalus without harming you. I don't think he understood what it would mean or how the spell was completed all those centuries ago."
You realized he was right. Marcel was trying to protect you. You weren't surprised by that. You'd been a mother-figure to Marcel when he was growing up. Even now, he still cared about you and you cared about him. "I can't hurt him, Elijah, but I can't just let him come after Klaus."
"Yes you can, (Y/N). My brother will be fine. We will find a way to bring him back in the future. He kept half of our family in caskets for centuries, I think he can stand being desiccated for a while."
"Elijah," you scolded lightly. "We will not stoop to his level. Besides, he has done everything he can to protect me for 6 centuries. I owe him this."
Elijah sighed. "You owe him nothing, my love."
"I owe him my life," you said softly. You touched Elijah's face gently and he leaned into your hand. "I know you're worried, but I am still extremely powerful. That much hasn't changed. I can take Davina and the other quarter witches, even the vampires won't be too much of a challenge."
"You're always so confident, so brave. I wish you didn't have to be."
You smiled. "Would you love me as much if I weren't?"
"It is impossible for me to love you more than I already do, but it might be nice to have a wife who plays it safe sometimes."
"What fun would that be?"
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Elijah finally agreed to follow you upstairs into the courtyard, where Klaus was waiting.
"Where the hell have you been?" Klaus asked, clearly annoyed at his brother.
"I needed time, brother."
Klaus looked at you for the first time since you'd entered the room. Your expression answered all the questions he wanted to ask. "(Y/N)," he began.
You held up your hand to silence him. "Don't. You don't get to speak to me right now. I am choosing to help you because I owe you my life, but after that, I'm done. Elijah and I will be leaving the Quarter."
"You can't leave!" Klaus protested.
"I'd like to spend the rest of my days, however many I have, with the love of my life. I have no desire to spend them fighting a war I want no part in." You had already begun to formulate a plan in your mind, a plan that would likely take a whole lot more power than you had to give.
"Rest of your days? (Y/N), we can do another linkage spell--"
"Brother, enough," Elijah interjected. "She has made up her mind."
"She doesn't get to just decide to die, Elijah."
"You never should have taken her choice in the first place."
Silence descended on the two men, both suddenly struck with the inability to speak. You stepped between them, magic flowing freely from you. "Fighting gets us no where. I won't do the spell, Klaus. I can't. There's no situation in which I would be okay killing 36 innocent people just so I could live. It's not worth it--I'm not worth it."
You could see how desperately Klaus wanted to argue with you, but his mouth remained shut. You turned your gaze to Elijah and you found yourself wishing you could relieve him of his pain, his sadness. But you couldn't. "I'm sorry, my love, but I can't abandon him when he needs me most."
Elijah nodded his understanding, always willing to trust you completely. He knew you were more than capable of making your own choices and he trusted that you would make the right one. He just didn't realize what this choice would cost.
"If you'll agree not to argue, I'll release you," you said sternly, looking back and forth between them. They both nodded their agreement, and with a wave of your hand, they found their voices once again.
"I don't agree with this," Klaus grumbled.
"You don't have to," you said pointedly. "You made the decision to rile up Marcel. You chose to make this city a battle ground. Everything from that moment forward is on you."
With that, you inhaled deeply and walked away from them, allowing the spirits to guide you where you needed to go. Steeling yourself for the challenge ahead and the ramifications of your own choices.
Elijah and Klaus both tried to follow you, but the boundary spell you'd placed around the building kept them from leaving.
"(Y/N)?" Elijah said softly, tears filling his eyes.
"I'm sorry, love," you said gently. "You can't come with me."
"(Y/N) you will remove this spell at once," Klaus said sharply.
"You should know better than to try and order me around, Niklaus." It had been a long time since you'd used his full name. He understood the full weight of it even before Elijah did. You saw his eyes widen and he began to beat his fists against the barrier as if he could somehow break through it with nothing but brute strength.
Tears filled your eyes as you silently said your goodbyes to them both, knowing this could be the last time you'd see them. Your gaze met Elijah's one last time and you saw the moment of realization cross his features. Tears filled his eyes and you saw the desperation pooling within them.
"(Y/N)," he whispered, voice broken. "Please."
"I love you, Elijah. Always and forever."
The moment the words left your lips, you turned away from them and moved down the street quickly, never once glancing back. You knew if you did, there was no way you would be able to do what needed to be done.
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"You just had to have New Orleans, didn't you? Couldn't leave well-enough alone?" Elijah asked angrily.
"This is my home, my kingdom."
"It was, Niklaus, but it hasn't been yours for over a century. Why couldn't you just leave Marcel alone?"
"I saved him. I raised him!" he bellowed.
Elijah just shook his head, heart too heavy to bother arguing further. "I truly hope this city is worth it, brother."
Klaus was silent, knowing full-well it wasn't worth your life.
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"Marcel!" you called as you entered the church. You were surprised to feel his presence here of all places.
Marcel appeared before you as if by magic. "(Y/N). What are you doing here?"
You gave him a pointed look. "I think you know why I'm here, Marcellus."
He winced at the use of his full name. You didn't use it in a condescending way, but in a motherly way, which only made it that much harder for him to hear. "You shouldn't be here," he said quietly.
"Perhaps, but I don't have a choice now, do I?"
"You always have a choice."
You shook your head. "He is family, Marcel, and I owe him my life."
Marcel looked down. "I'm sorry for breaking the linkage spell."
You sighed. "As am I."
Something in your tone scared him. When his eyes met yours again, he saw the emotions swirling in them. "(Y/N)?"
You gave him a tight lipped smile. "The spell was my lifeline and my strength. I'm going to die, Marcellus, and soon. So I might as well do it protecting the people I love."
Surprise lit up his face, but he couldn't move, couldn't think. He was frozen in place. He could feel the streams of power coming from you and it terrified him. He'd never believed you would ever hurt him, but he suddenly wasn't so sure.
Davina felt your presence and came down the stairs, trying to fight against your power, but she was no match for you. Marcel tried to call out to her, to tell her to run, but he couldn't. Davina cried out in pain, her body dropping to the ground, hands holding her head.
All over the city, witches were dropping to the ground and screaming in agony. It lasted for mere moments before every single one of them suddenly fell silent, bodies collapsed on the unforgiving ground, minds unconscious.
Your eyes flicked back to Marcel. "You have to understand, Marcellus. I have to protect them." Not just Klaus and Elijah, but the witches too. You would not let them die at the hands of your family.
He looked at you, eyes begging you to stop.
"They will awaken, but they will have no powers. They will no longer be a threat, therefore they will be safe."
He had no idea you held that kind of power. He knew you were strong, likely a product of your age, but he'd never understood the depths of your power. Power that stemmed from your bond with the world's only truly immortal hybrid, a bond that was now broken.
"I will not kill your friends, the vampires. But I will issue a single warning. A warning which must be heeded by all who hear it." You closed your eyes and called out to every vampire in all of New Orleans. Each one of them heard your voice ring out in their head, "You are given a choice, children of the night. Leave New Orleans by first light or die by nightfall tomorrow. None will be spared."
The moment the words had left your lips, you dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. You'd released Marcel from his hold without meaning to, but you simply didn't have the strength to hold him any longer. You'd had a feeling that breaking the linkage spell would do more damage than any of you had hoped, and it appeared you were right. You could feel the end nearing, your body was dying, the power that had kept you alive draining from you.
"(Y/N)!" Marcel called out as he crawled over to you. After what you'd just done, perhaps he shouldn't care, but he couldn't help it. He picked up your semi-conscious body and began to carry it to the place he knew he was most unwelcome, but he couldn't just leave you alone to die.
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"Elijah! Klaus!" Marcel yelled as he reached the entrance to their ancestral home.
Both men appeared almost instantly. Elijah saw your body in his arms and he nearly broke down. Klaus, on the other hand, was immediately filled with rage.
"What have you done to her?" he snarled.
"She did it to herself," Marcel said softly.
Elijah tried to get to you, but the boundary spell was somehow still in place.
"Go," you whispered, voice barely audible. "I can't hold the spell much longer."
Marcel stared at you and realized you were protecting him...one last time. He didn't want to go, couldn't say goodbye. There was so much he wanted to say, but there was no time. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he whispered as he gingerly placed you on the ground.
"I know," you murmured in return.
He looked at the two furious vampires locked within the walls of their home and knew he couldn't stay. Not if he wanted to live. He gave you one last look of sorrow before disappearing into the wind.
You gave Marcel as much of a head start as you could, knowing he would need it. "Don't follow him," you whispered, eyes locking on Klaus's.
"This is his fault," he said angrily.
"It's not," you paused to catch your breath. "Do not chase him. Just let him go. For me."
Both Klaus and Elijah were silent.
"Give me your word."
"I give you my word," Elijah said softly.
You knew without a doubt that he would keep it, but you needed to hear Klaus give his as well. "Klaus?"
He stubbornly looked away.
"Consider it my dying wish, if you must."
That got his attention. "You're not going to die."
"I am dying, Klaus. The longer you take to give me your word, the less time you have to say goodbye."
"Niklaus," Elijah prodded insistently.
"Fine. I give you my word, (Y/N)."
"Good." You released them and immediately felt a wave of relief. That was the last spell you were holding in place and the moment it was broken, you felt air return to your lungs.
Elijah was by your side immediately. He very carefully lifted you up in his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you ever so gently on the bed.
"There must be someone who can help her," Klaus insisted.
You shook your head. "Not in New Orleans, anyway."
"What? What did you do?" he asked.
"I bound the powers of every single witch in the city."
"(Y/N)," Elijah said softly, hand running through your hair to push it out of your face. "The power that would require..."
"I know," you whispered.
"Plus the message to the vampires? (Y/N), you don't have an immortal hybrid to feed off of anymore. You can't be using that type of magic," Klaus said.
"I'm sorry you both heard that. I didn't have the power to exclude you from the spell. It would have taken too much of my strength and concentration."
"It's okay, my love. Just rest. You need to get your strength back," Elijah said gently.
"My darling Elijah," you murmured, hand slipping into his. "I won't survive the night."
"Of course you will. You're strong," he insisted.
"Elijah, I can feel it. I'm dying."
He finally allowed the tears to flow freely down his face. It was one of the few times in the last 6 centuries of your life together that you'd seen him actually cry. It was enough to break your heart. "Oh, my love," you whispered as you reached for him, pulling him into your arms and holding him against your chest.
Your own tears streamed down your face, but you did your best to be strong for your husband. You knew what he could become without you...without his humanity...and you were terrified he would turn it all off just to keep himself from feeling this pain.
Your eyes met Klaus's from across the room and he looked just as devastated as Elijah did. His pain was different; he blamed himself, and perhaps rightfully so. "I must go," he said as he hurriedly headed for the door.
"Klaus," you called.
He turned to look at you, emotion clouding his face.
You had enough strength left for one simple sentence spoken directly into the hybrid's mind. "Protect him, Niklaus, always and forever."
Klaus looked down, doing his best to hold his tears at bay. He looked back up at you and gave you a firm nod, acknowledging your words and, in his way, giving you a promise.
You watched him walk away, a painful realization coming over you that this would be the last time you ever saw him. You looked down at Elijah and held on just a little tighter. You wanted more time with him...you would have given anything for it. You'd had more time with your husband than most people were ever lucky enough to have, but you still wanted more.
Elijah lifted his head and quickly wiped his face, regaining some of his usual composure. "I'm sorry, my love. I just...I don't want to lose you."
You nodded. "Nor do I."
"How long do we have?" he whispered.
"Hours, at most," you said softly.
He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. "Where do you wish to spend those hours, my love?"
You offered him a small smile. "I think you know."
He met your gaze and gave you a warm smile. "I suppose I do." He scooped you up in his arms and moments later you found yourself laid out on a soft blanket in the middle of the rooftop garden. You'd always loved this spot and you had many fond memories of your time with Elijah there.
"The sun will be setting soon," Elijah murmured as he sat down beside you.
"It will be a beautiful thing to see before I die."
Elijah swallowed thickly and you felt a pang of sadness. "Let's not talk of death now. Let's instead, reminisce."
You smiled up at him and you snuggled in close to him, wanting to be as close as possible for as long as possible. "That sounds wonderful."
You began to talk of some of your favorite memories, of moments you'd long since thought you'd forgotten, of adventures shared with those you loved. Elijah's favorite memories all had you in them, which both made your heart soar and ache in equal measure.
The longer you talked, the weaker you became. The sun was slowly traversing the sky, beginning its slow decent. You knew your time was short, but you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye. Not to him.
As if he could sense your thoughts, Elijah pulled you even closer. "I would be remise if I did not tell you what is on my heart. I have no desire to have regrets."
"Tell me, then. I'm listening."
He sat up and faced you, taking your hands in his as he spoke. "You have brought a beauty and a joy to my life that I never would have had without you. You gave my life purpose, direction...meaning. You have my whole heart, my darling (Y/N). Always and forever."
Tears streamed down your face, having no energy to fight them. You didn't have words to voice your feelings, your love for him too intense for words. With what small amount of strength remained, you sent a wave of pure emotion straight into him, everything you couldn't say wrapped in a blanket of love only he could feel.
Silent tears fell from his eyes. "Please don't go," he whispered.
You pulled him back down beside you, arms wrapping around his large frame. You couldn't say anything, couldn't reassure him or comfort him. There was nothing you could do except hold him.
The sun had begun to set, painting the blue sky with beautiful shades of pink and orange. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" you asked softly.
"It is." His voice was clouded with pain, but he did his best to remain stoic for you.
"Promise me something, Elijah," you said suddenly.
"What is it?"
"Leave New Orleans. Leave Klaus. Go and live your life for you. You've spent far too long taking care of others. I don't want you to spend another 1,000 years putting yourself in last place. You deserve better."
He looked down at you and your gaze was so ernest, so pleading, that he couldn't find it in himself to say no. "I give you my word, (Y/N). I will not stay in New Orleans."
Your body relaxed against him, comforted by his promise. You knew there were plenty of loopholes, but Elijah would keep his promise to you. He never went back on his word. Ever.
"Will you stay with me?" you murmured.
"Always and forever, my love," he whispered back, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
Not long now...the sun had set and the stars were shining beautifully in the velvet night sky. Each passing moment brought you closer to the end. Despite your unnaturally long life, you found yourself unwilling to let go...you didn't want to die.
"I'm not ready to die," you whispered so softly that no human would have been able to hear you.
Elijah felt a pang in his chest at your words. The tone with which you said them nearly broke his heart right in two. "Nor am I ready to lose you."
There was, of course, another option. An option you had never considered before. You raised your head to look into his eyes.
He knew what you were thinking from your look alone. "I thought that was never an option," he whispered.
"We've never been in this situation before," you answered gently.
He looked away and shook his head. "I do not wish to make you a monster."
You reached for his cheek and turned his head back to you. "You're not a monster."
"Perhaps not in this moment, but I am capable of monstrous things."
You laughed lightly. "And I'm not? I just bound the magic of dozens of witches to protect one very immortal hybrid."
"You did that out of love. It's different."
"I beg to differ."
He shook his head firmly. "It would be unfair of me to turn you, (Y/N). You would lose your magic...your contact with the spirits, with nature. I could not take that from you."
"I believe it's my choice, is it not?"
"You need my blood, so I think it's our choice."
You sighed.
"I choose to protect your soul. I will not turn you."
There was such finality in his tone that you didn't even bother to argue with him. Besides, you didn't want to be a vampire. You just wanted to live.
He knew that better than anyone, perhaps because he knew you better than anyone.
The two of you laid there in a comfortable silence, sharing what you knew would be your last moments together. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. Neither of you were capable of saying goodbye, those words too difficult to formulate.
"Are you really just going to lay on this rooftop and die?"
You turned at the sound of an annoyed voice behind you. "Yes, Niklaus, that was my plan." You were surprised that he had come back, never one for goodbyes himself.
"I came up with a better one. Come, there's not much time."
Elijah stood up. "Brother?"
"Both of you, come on. We don't have time for an argument."
You looked at Klaus warily, using Elijah's body to pull yourself up. "What's the plan then, Klaus?"
"Just come with me. Please."
Klaus wasn't one to beg, so you found yourself stepping towards him on instinct. Your body had other plans as you began to collapse. Elijah caught you easily and pulled you up into his arms.
"See? She's already too weak to move. We're running out of time," Klaus insisted.
"Then lead the way, brother."
You found yourself being transported at an uncomfortable speed. The two men moved with the unnatural speed gifted to their species and you quickly lost track of your location. When you finally stopped moving, you were surprised to find yourself in the middle of the bayou.
"What are we doing way out here?" you asked in annoyance, an uncomfortable feeling settling deep in your bones.
"It was the only place I could find a witch who still had their magic," Klaus said.
"He's lucky I owe him or he likely would have gotten a stake to the heart for his troubles," a new voice said from behind you.
Elijah turned around to face the newcomer, giving you a view of the woman's face. "Sophie," you said softly.
"What are you doing in the bayou?" Elijah asked.
"After I gave information to your brother, it wasn't safe for me in the Quarter anymore, so I came out here. Apparently it's a good thing I did," she looked pointedly at you.
"You know why I did it."
"Yes, but that doesn't make it right."
"Perhaps not, but it was a much better option than killing them," you said firmly.
Sophie looked down. She knew full-well what Klaus was capable of and he was certainly not above murdering every single witch in the Quarter just because he could.
"Why are we here?" Elijah asked softly, breaking the silence.
"To help (Y/N)," Klaus said simply, as if that explained everything.
That uncomfortable feeling inside you began to intensify. Something was wrong, but you were too weak to figure out what it was.
"How?" Elijah asked again, much more firmly.
"Sophie has a plan."
And there it was...plain as day. If you'd been in your right mind, you would have noticed it right away. The feeling of darkness, and of death, lingered in the air. An oppressive feeling that threatened to drown all those around it. You recognized the feeling from hundreds of years prior, a feeling you had never understood until now. "What have you done?" you whispered.
Klaus wouldn't meet your gaze and that alone told you everything you needed to know. Sophie looked equally uncomfortable, but she wasn't backing away, which meant at some level she was okay with this.
"Do you understand what you're doing?" you asked her directly. "How dangerous this kind of magic is? It will overtake you. It will kill you."
Sophie shook her head. "I'm not afraid. Besides, I'm more powerful now than I've ever been."
"Then you're a fool," you said softly.
Elijah hadn't said a word, but the way his body stiffened told you he knew exactly what his brother had spent the last couple hours doing.
"Elijah," you whispered. "Take me home, please."
He heard you, but he didn't move. In fact, he couldn't move. He found himself frozen in place, as if he were bound to this very position. Even his voice was silenced, his mouth moved but no words escaped.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but you're not leaving, nor is Elijah," Klaus said firmly. "Sophie, begin the spell, please."
Sophie began an incantation you vaguely recognized. You struggled against Elijah's hold on you, as if you could somehow escape if he would just let you go. It was useless...Elijah's grip was like stone.
"He can't move, (Y/N)," Klaus said softly.
You looked over at Sophie, realizing what she'd done. "Let him go, Sophie."
She ignored you, continuing her incantation.
"They're all already dead, (Y/N)," Klaus said, forcing your attention back to him. "Do you really wish to waste their sacrifices?"
"Sacrifices?" you yelled angrily. "They didn't sacrifice anything, Niklaus! You killed them!"
"To save you!" he roared back.
"I didn't ask to be saved!"
"I couldn't sit back and let you die. Not when I was the cause," his voice softened. "I couldn't watch you die."
"If Elijah could, then so could you."
"Your death wouldn't weigh on his conscience for the rest of time."
"But it would stay with him, in his heart, for eternity."
"I am not my brother," Klaus whispered.
"That much has always been clear."
Klaus looked away from you, finding your gaze almost too painful to bear. "Use his blood," he said, addressing Sophie.
She nodded and you watched helplessly as she sliced open Elijah's skin, collecting blood from the wound on his arm before it healed in moments. She poured the blood into the bowl on the table in front of her and continued her incantation.
You felt a tingling sensation in your body, one that you had felt almost 650 years ago. The tingling turned into pain, just as you knew it would. Elijah's agony was equal to yours, but he couldn't so much as whimper.
"Please," you begged. "You don't have to do this."
Klaus shook his head. "It's too late, now. Finish it, Sophie."
Fire lit up the bowl, burning all of the contents within it. The fire spread around you, lighting up the pathways of a triangle only the dead could see.
When the fire disappeared, Sophie's chanting ceased, and you felt strength begin to return to your body, flowing through your veins.
Elijah's hold on you softened and he found himself able to move again. "(Y/N)?" he croaked. "Are you alright?"
You nodded. "Are you?"
He nodded.
The color had already returned to your cheeks and he could feel the power radiating from you, just like he always had. Clearly, the renewed linkage spell had worked.
Neither of you spoke, emotions too tangled in the moment. He gently set you down on your feet and you felt as strong as you had ever felt.
You walked over to Klaus and turned his attention to you. "36 people, Niklaus. Was it worth it?"
His eyes locked onto yours and you knew his answer before he spoke. "I would kill 1,000 people to save you, (Y/N). You are worth it."
You disagreed, but you knew arguing with him would make no difference. Instead, you turned to Sophie. "This is your only warning, Sophie. Stop practicing expression magic or lose magic forever."
Her eyes were darker than they'd ever been, confirming that she was already lost to the darkness of expression. "It's the only magic worth practicing."
You sighed. "It will kill you, Sophie. It always does." You shook your head. "You should leave...expression is not tolerated here, especially in such close proximity to the city."
"I depart for California in the morning," she answered swiftly.
You sighed again, turning your attention back to Klaus. "New Orleans is yours, Niklaus, but I'm done. I want nothing to do with you anymore."
You saw the look of pain flash across his face, but he covered it with his usual bravado. "Do whatever you want, (Y/N), but you'll be back. You can't stay away forever, especially from Elijah."
You looked at him in pity, words on your lips silenced by Elijah's first words in what felt like years.
"Wherever she goes, I will follow."
"What?" Klaus asked in shock.
"I cannot leave my heart," he said simply.
You turned to look at Elijah and were overcome with love and adoration for the man you'd loved all your life. He stepped forward and took your hand in his, the warmth you felt was nothing more than your imagination, but you didn't care. For the first time in over 6 centuries you were free. Free to go where you wanted, do what you wanted...just you and Elijah.
"Let's go," you said softly.
Elijah simply nodded and fell into step beside you, ignoring the shocked expression on his brother's face, as well as the words streaming from his mouth. "You won't last a year without me! You'll be back, both of you. You need me."
You walked away without looking back. It's not that you didn't love Klaus, that you didn't care, you were simply angry and hurt. The combination of which gave you the strength to walk away, to leave completely without any qualms.
Elijah scooped you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a surprised yelp.
"Sorry, love. I just figured this would be faster."
You laughed as he sped away from the bayou, heading back towards the city and the home you'd shared for so many years.
The two of you made quick work of the packing and then you were off to the airport, prepared to go wherever the wind would take you.
As always, Elijah used his abilities to get the two of you a private jet to anywhere in the world, so you chose Barcelona, a place you'd never been but always wanted to visit.
"Barcelona, really?" Elijah asked as he settled into his seat beside you. "You should have mentioned something sooner, my love. I would have taken you."
"We've never had the time, Elijah," you said softly.
"We've got all the time in the world now, my love. Just you and me."
"Always and forever?" you asked.
He grinned and kissed your forehead. "Always and forever."
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Seduced by Shadows
Summary: Y/N summons her demon boyfriend Bang Chan for a movie date night but things quickly escalate as the atmosphere gets hot and heavy.
This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate.
Content Warnings: demon sex, magic used in sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cursing, pet names, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), established relationship, rough sex, breeding kink, marking, possessive language, shameless smut, fluffy smut, domestic fluff, porn with feelings, Minho and Changbin make a brief appearance, demon form during sex, cum swallowing, demon summoning, an attempt at comedy
Word Count: 4,914
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It's been a very long day at work and all Y/N wants to do now is relax and unwind, she's had enough of her bosses nagging her and customers walking all over her. She hurries home as fast as she can and quickly grabs some chalk to draw the all to familiar summoning circle placing a candle around each point.
Happy with her work, having done this many times before tonight, she dusts her hands of the chalky substance and runs upstairs to her bedroom to make herself look a little more presentable. She applies some light makeup, a simple red lip with sleek winged liner, and puts on a sleek form fitting black dress before kneeling at the base of the circle and whispering a small spell to summon the great demon prince Bang Chan into her home. Almost immediately the white chalk lines are replaced by vibrant blue magic and she can instantly feel the crackles and sparks that shoot off from it, a gust of wind sweeps around the room before settling back down leaving a beautiful young man firmly at the centre.
Once the dust settles the man walks out of the circle and smirks "hey there babygirl, what took you so long?" he rolls his strong shoulders letting the bones crack with each movement "almost thought you weren't going to summon me tonight" he pouts slightly as he offers a hand for her to take which she happily does as he pulls her to her feet ``sorry Channie got held up at work stupid boss wouldn't let me leave, came home as fast as I could" she smiles sheepishly at him.
He chuckles softly taking hold of her chin turning her face towards his own "it's alright babygirl no need to apologise" he wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close against him "you look so fucking beautiful tonight baby~" his other hand slides down her back caressing her skin gently "what's the plan?" Y/N sighs contentedly feeling the demons strong arms wrapping around her so tightly "thanks you're not looking so bad yourself" she giggles as she looks him up and down his red hair is styled up and out of his face, his dark eyes shine beautifully and the intricately decorated jacket he wears shows how regal he actually is "I figured we could have something to eat, maybe watch a movie cuddled under the blankets'' she gives his chest a tight squeeze "wasn't sure how long we'd have before your bodyguards show up but wanted to do something nice tonight… I don't know if you remember but it's been a year exactly since I first summoned you" she blushes slightly feeling a little silly under his brooding gaze.
He nods stroking her cheek lovingly finding her embarrassed blush so very cute "of course I remember that sounds perfect babygirl, we can order some takeout, I'll even let you choose what movie we watch" he winks playfully giving her ass a playful slap making her jump slightly and let out a squeak "after all it's been a year since the best night of my life" Chan pulls her in for a soft kiss before adding "as for the bodyguards, Minho and Changbin won't be showing up anytime soon" he murmurs into her ear "we've got all night baby~" he wiggles his eyebrows seductively, she giggles at the seductive look he's giving her "really how do you know? because I don't want them walking in on us like last ti-" he stops her sentence with a soft kiss and a low growl "that won't happen again, no one but me gets to look at my baby's body" he stares down at her possessively making a shiver of anticipation crawl up her spine.
Her gaze moves from his eyes to his soft plump lips thinking to herself how kissable they look, realising she's getting distracted she shakes her head of the thoughts starting to niggle in the back of her mind, she pulls away from his body slightly and grabs his hand leading him to her kitchen where she digs out some takeout menus to look through "where do they think you are Channie? surely they know your here with me again" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she hands him a couple menus to look through "I left a few tasks to keep them busy, told them they were of the utmost importance to keeping the realm safe" he chuckles as she gasps and pushes his chest "if they find out you're here they'll kick your ass" she shakes her head at his antics "I had to tell them something!" he laughs as he explains his thoughts "they can try and kick my ass but I am a prince of Hell, plus if they do find out you never know maybe they'll understand, they already know I have a soft spot for you babygirl" he winks and pulls her into a warm embrace "if by some miracle they DO show up I'm here to protect you, they'd never lay a hand on you" she sighs and rolls her eyes playfully at him.
She picks up a menu for a pizza place, basic but yummy and not too heavy, and nods towards the paper asking him to tell her what he wants "you're going to get in so much trouble for being here again aren't you?" she asks as she wraps her arms around his body burying her face in his clothes, enjoying the way his scent wraps around her making her feel safe and loved, he quickly points to a pizza he likes then curls his fingers under her jaw and presses his forehead to hers whispering "maybe but I don't care anymore even my father couldn't keep me from you, you're going to be my queen one day" his promise makes her chest tighten as he smiles enjoying their embrace before reluctantly pulling away to let her order the food. She takes the menu and orders two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni. It doesn't take long for the food to get there so they gather up from blankets from Y/N's bed and huddle onto her sofa.
She turns on a movie she knows they've seen a few times before and cuddles into his arms as they eat. Y/N cuddles up to Bang Chan's side as he drapes a large fluffy blanket over the two of them, once settled he places a soft kiss on her forehead as they start watching the movie "you know, when I first summoned you..." at her words he turns to look at her face intrigued "I never could have imagined I'd be having domestic as fuck movie dates with the crown prince of Hell" she giggles as she teases him, he chuckles at her teasing "yeah yeah I know, I'm a big bad demon and we're watching fuckin' Bride Wars while cuddled on your small ass sofa" he jokes as he pulls her closer to him as he sighs contentedly "the shit you do for love" he smiles as he kisses her lips gently. The word 'love' makes her heart thud rapidly against her ribs "I love you too Channie" she returns his kiss eagerly.
He wraps his arms around her tightly as he pulls her closer to his chest "I want to spend every moment with you, to just lay in bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning" he kisses her hair softly "I don't want to let go ever, I can't wait for the day I get to take you back with me rather than having to leave you here alone" his words almost make tears of happiness well up against her lashes ``want to spend the rest of my life with you Chan" she moves her hands to her fingers wrap around his jaw as she pulls him down into a passionate kiss. He lets out a low laugh as he leans down to kiss her again "I want that more than anything babygirl and I promise as soon as I can guarantee your safety I'll take you to Hell with me" he says as he begins to nibble along her neck gently, his fingers moving to run through her hair as he pours all his feelings of love and affection into her skin.
She sighs softly as she feels his warm lips on her skin "I'll make sure you keep that promise" she replies as she moves the hair from her neck giving him more access to mark her body the action making him smile as he continues to kiss her neck and shoulders nibbling on the sensitive skin, he leaves small red and purple marks peppered over her neck and collarbone. As he moves one hand to cup her face and bring her head close to his so he could look into her eyes "you'll stay with me? Forever?" he asks as he looks deeply into her eyes. She nods her head "forever" she promises as she shimmies the blanket off her body as she climbs into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck "let me show you how much I love you Channie" she kisses him, licking over his bottom lip with her tongue making him groan as he grabs onto her hips pulling her closer towards himself as their tongues dance together passionately.
His other arm wraps tightly around her waist holding her firmly against him as she bites his lip gently before breaking apart panting heavily Chan looks at her with love filling his dark eyes "my beautiful baby…" Y/N pulls away from his lips to kiss down his neck and jaw leaving her own little bites and marks, claiming him as her own knowing that his court would know who left the marks on their prince. Once satisfied she moves her hands down to unbuckle the belts tied around his waist, next she unbuttons his shirt and pulls the material off throwing it to the floor, taking a moment to run her hands down his exposed body.
The demon prince lets out a low sigh as he feels her touch sending chills down his spine as he leans back and closes his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his bare chest. With each movement of her fingers he can feel the warmth radiating through his body enjoying the way her nails dig into his skin "so pretty" she smiles as she kisses down his body moving off his lap to sit on the floor between his feet. She runs her hands over his muscled thighs then settles her hands on his belt slowly undoing the leather material letting it also fall to the floor.
He looks down at her with an intensely lustful gaze as he bites his lip at the feeling of her teasing his body. Chan reaches down to run his fingers through the silky length of her hair as he feels his body reacting to the seductive touch of her fingertips Y/N moves her attention to Chan's hardening length, she applies slight pressure making Chan suck in a sharp breath as she plays with him "don't tease babygirl, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on my body" she bites her lip nodding almost obediently as she motions for him to lift his hips so she can tug his pants down. As he sees her motions he lifts his hips allowing her to pull his pants down with ease, as soon as they are down she licks her lips at the sight of his pretty pink cock a bead of precum dribbles over the head of his length.
Chan growls in warning as he sees her staring "what did I say about teasing me?" he groans "sorry baby just love your cock, so pink and pretty" she smiles as she leans forward to lick off the precum from his head, she gives teasing licks and kisses down the length of his dick. He groans low in his throat as she starts licking his cock, the feeling of her tongue running along his shaft sends shivers across his body as he arches his back slightly urging her to stop teasing him "mmmh.." he moans softly. His big hands flex and grip onto the sofa cushions "ah ah" she tuts as she uses her hands to push his hips down and keep them there "we're doing this my way" she smiles as he looks down at her not fully sold on relinquishing control however his the worry soon leaves him as his mind goes blank when she wraps her lips around the head of his cock giving the slit as few licks then moving back to soft sucks around his cock head.
As she sucks his cock head he lets out a shuddering moan her soft sucks aren't quite enough, he starts gripping the cushions tighter as he begs "mhmm.. baby, please" Y/N feels pride swell in her chest at his reactions to her touch but she wants to explore his body "wanna take my time Channie, we're always rushing because of your bodyguards" she flattens her tongue against the underside of his length using her tongue to lick at the veins running along his length, moving her right hand from his hip she spits into it before gripping his length giving it short pumps. His eyes roll back as she spits into her hand and starts applying sweet pressure to his dick, he can feel pleasure starting to spark in this body "you're killing me babygirl," he pants "please let me fuck you already" she simply shakes her head as she rolls her wrist tightening her hold on his length letting her hand rub up and down as her mouth focuses on the head, she gives him a few hard sucks before she starts to move him slowly down her throat licking anywhere she can as she does, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.
His eyes close as he feels her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony, she's always been good at making him melt with her touch, but this is on another level. Her tongue feels so sinfully good as he clutches onto the pillows and moans her name, as she moves her head further down taking in more of his length she keeps a firm hold on his length making sure every inch of him is covered and pleasured as best she can with his impressive size. Her thighs start to rub together in a bid to create some much needed friction as wetness starts to collect between her legs, having him in her mouth and hearing his moans turning her on quickly. He feels every movement in her throat, every twitch of her tongue, every touch of her hand. He's almost at the point of no return, and she hasn't even taken all of him yet. He knows he's done for as she steadily takes his full length down her throat, the tightness and wetness of her tongue and throat making his length throb as a low moan leaves his lips and his hands shoot out to take a hold on her head.
Suddenly she pulls off his length completely taking a breath as her hand keeps pumping him, when she's gotten a lung full of air she takes him back down her throat to the hilt and takes a hold of his hands and pushes them into her hair making him take a hold of her "shit~ you sure babygirl?" he asks, she taps his thigh to give her consent as he starts to fuck her throat his hips thrusting up into her mouth starting slowly at first to let her adjust. She takes everything he's got to give, her throat working against him in a rhythm that drives him wild. Her hair slides through his fingers as he tightens his grip, his eyes closed tight as he fights to maintain control and not go too rough. He can feel his release building in his balls, the pressure building with every stroke of her throat, his grip tightening as the rock of his hips increases as he fucks his cock down her throat as carefully as he can.
She moans around his length as he takes control of her body, the vibrations flow straight to his cock making him choke out a loud groan "fuck...fuck... close" he moans out as his grip on her hair becomes almost bruising, she uses her tongue to lick against his cock as he moves faster down her tightening throat. He feels his orgasm building, and with a grunt he grips her hair even tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, harder, his breathing quickening. Then it hits him, with a loud moan of her name he holds her head firm against his body as he cums hard down her throat as his grip on her head loosens she slowly pulls away from his cock making sure to clean him clean as she moves away, looking into his eyes she licks her lips and any precum left on her fingers "you good baby?" she asks with a giggle as his chest heaves heavily.
His breath coming in ragged gasps panting for air he nods, letting his hands run over his face before looking back down at her and nodding slightly, "yeah I'm fine..." he says softly, "I think you just sucked my dark soul out through my dick" he chuckles as his breathing evens out. She giggles at his dramatic comment "glad you enjoyed it baby" she crawls back onto his lap as she nuzzles his neck with her nose, Chan basks in her loving attention for a moment before he grins at her mischievously. His dark eyes glow blue as his magic crackles into existence, he clicks his fingers and teleports them to her bed where he throws her down and crawls over her body with a predatory gaze.
He smiles widely when they arrive at her room feeling himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes, he leans forward and presses gentle kisses along her jawline before trailing them lower towards her collarbone, licking lightly "I've missed this, missed feeling you" he clicks his fingers again to leave her bare in front of him, he nudges his nose along her neck as he growls possessively "you smell so fucking good babygirl... smell like me" a shiver runs down her spine at his words she lets out a small whimper as she spreads her legs for him "need you Channie" she reaches her hands out to grasp at his body.
His cock hardens at her words, he nips at her neck softly and smirks a little "need you too little one, need to be inside you... I need to hear your sweet voice calling my name as you cum around my cock..."he reaches his hand down and groans as he feels her slick running down her thighs "so wet... I'll barely have to prep you" he smirks as he pushes two of his long fingers into her wet pussy making her moan out. His words have her walls clenching down on his thick fingers as they thrust up hitting the deepest parts of her body "don't need prepped Channie, I can take you please...please need you in me now" she cries out as her hands come to grip his muscled arms.
He pulls back sucking her essence off his fingers and growls hearing her beg before reaching under her knees and lifting them over his shoulders. He groans deeply as he enters her, stretching her wide, slowly pushing his cock into her, filling her so deliciously as her moans steadily increase in volume before he begins to pound into her with force, his lips crashing against hers with a savage passion that matches his movements. Her back arches off the bed as he sets a rough pace pounding her back into the bed as her eyes screw up from the immense pleasure "want you to call me by my birth name babygirl" he grunts as he re angles his hips to make sure his cock head is hitting her g-spot "want you to call me Chris" a loud moan leaves both of their lips as she clenches down on his length, she nods her head immediately moaning out his name "C-Chris~ fuck baby... you're cock is filling me so deeply" she chases his lips as he trusts into her.
He grips her asscheeks tight pulling closer as he continues to pound into her hard, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he speaks "always wanted to hear you moan my given name...had to wait until I knew you'd be my queen" he grunts each time his cockhead rubs against her g-spot. He growls out her name as he slams into her faster and harder, his breath coming in short bursts, his face twisted in pure lust as her pussy sucks him in greedily. Her bed starts to shake with every thrust but neither of them could care what her neighbours can hear, she whimpers and clenches down on him as he calls her his words "you like that babygirl? when I call you my queen?" he grins as she nods her head, her grip on his body tightening as he rocks her body back and forth.
He groans loudly as he feels her tighten around him, her walls squeezing tightly around his shaft as he pounds into her relentlessly, his hands gripping onto her thighs for support as he leans forward kissing and licking her neck "well I love calling you my queen because that's what you will be when we get married" he whispers between kisses, his voice hoarse from all the exertion as he lays his heart bare for her. Her cries in pleasure are making her throat sore but she can hardly recognise the pain through the immense pleasure shooting through her limbs "'m gonna fuck my babies into you, gonna breed you so every demon out there knows your mine" his grip on her thighs tightens, the skin turning red from how hard he's gripping her "need your cum Chris" Y/N cries out.
The sound of her cry sends shivers up his spine, his hand reaching down to stroke her clit in gentle circles "I'm going to fill you up babygirl, mark you as mine" he whispers before leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth eagerly "want you to cum around my cock~" he grunts as his fingers increase their speed on her throbbing clit. Y/N reaches her hands up to rest in his hair tugging roughly as he thrusts into her, she whines loudly as the pleasure of his fingers on her clit and his cock spearing into her g-spot have her eyes rolling back as she babbles cock drunk "g-gonna- g- gonna cum!~ cumming~" she cries as she bucks her hips up, thighs shaking wildly.
He grunts as she tugs on his hair and he feels her buck against him, her body trembling beneath his touch as she cums hard around his thick member, coating it in her slick "ohh fuck...you're such a good girl for me..." he moans softly, as his thrusts become erratic a familiar blue crackle fills the room as his regal red horns sprout from his head making her gasp, knowing his horns are sensitive she gives them a rough tug making his hips stutter into her walls.
He growls deeply in pleasure at her rough touch on his horns thrusting into her harder as he feels them being played with, making his eyes roll back as he loses himself in the moment "you're so fucking sexy playing with my horns like that...Y-Y/N... I-I'm…" she clenches her walls down hard as he gives her one last rough thrust before he's spilling his hot cum into her pussy, rocking his hips forward as he slowly comes down from the intense high she's milking from him.
He releases a ragged groan of pleasure as he spills himself into her feeling her tight walls clench down on his cock making him shudder with pleasure, leaning forward as he kisses down her neck groaning as he feels her soft lips against his neck "fuck...you're so-wet and warm around me…" they stay still wrapped in each other's arms for a moment as their breathing becomes less erratic Y/N winds her hands through his hair, brushing her fingers over his golden tipped horns with a small smile on her face.
A smile plays on his lips as he feels her hands in his hair and ghosting over his horns reaching up he wraps his fingers around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his nose against her own "I love you" a soft giggles escapes her lips at his feather light touches "I love you too Chris" the demon on top of her blushes slightly but smiles moving his lips to place kisses along her wrists, once his length has started to soften he pulls out of her slowly moving his body away to get a damp cloth to clean them up with.
Chan quickly and carefully cleans her up first then gives himself a quick wipe down before throwing the cloth into a nearby bin, he rejoins her in bed crawling over her body as he pulls her close his face inches from hers as he places light kisses over her cheeks then down to her lips. She returns his soft kisses sighing contently, he rubs his nose against her neck then he looks into her eyes "if you ever wait that long before you summon me again I'll hunt you down and make your life insufferable" he laughs as he gently pokes her side "didn't wanna disturb you in case you were busy with your 'princely duties' but couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you tonight" he hums at her answer "summon me anytime you want or need me babygirl, I'm all yours" he smiles as she gives him a tight squeeze.
A low hum rumbles in his throat as he holds onto her tighter, unable to resist the urge to claim every inch of her body. His lips are hot and demanding as they take hers desperately, their tongues intertwining together without restraint. Chan softly pushes Y/N into her bed and he's about to crawl back on top of her when the pair hear two very familiar voices pounding on her bedroom door "you in there Chan?" Changbin asks, sounding a bit sheepish, as a slap fills the space "of course he is, can't you smell them" Minho complains and she can already imagine the look of disgust on his face. Chan simply growls low in this throat "someone better be fucking dying" clearly not sensing the danger they're in at interrupting Chan the duo burst into the room "no one's dying yet… woah" Minho blinks as he points to Chan's clearly visible horns grumbling as he dodges a pillow thrown at his head by Chan.
The frustrated demon prince pulls Y/N behind his back and makes sure her body is covered completely before giving his friends his attention "demons are whispering about how long you've been gone man" Changbin speaks before hesitantly adding "the king and queen, y'know your parents, are demanding you return home" he flinches slightly expecting another pillow to come flying at them.
The sigh that leaves Bang Chan is one of defeat and annoyance "fine fine I'll get dressed and come back home" he turns to his pretty human with a frown " 'm sorry babygirl, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" he places a chaste kiss against her lips, he gives her one last longing look before he stands making the men quickly cover their eyes "you could've waited till we left the room ew" Minho tuts as Changbin laughs silently "you two" Chan points between them "wanted me to hurry and I was clearly very busy before you teleported here" an amused laugh leaves his friends as they both nod muttering a joint "clearly" while looking at each other with smirks on their faces which only works to increase the frown on Chan's gorgeous face.
Using his magic he quickly redresses himself and his lover allowing Y/N to stand and say goodbye, she gives him a long passionate kiss before muttering a soft "I love you" against his lips. With a longing sigh he responds "I love you too babygirl" he gives her one last tight squeeze before standing with his life long friends and bodyguards "a pleasure as always" Minho smiles giving her a small bow "same time next week" Changbin jokes earning a slap to the back of his head from Chan and a laugh from Minho and Y/N "bye boys, look after him will you?" she speaks sweetly, receiving an earnest nod from the two slightly smaller demons as she blows Chan a kiss and watches with a sigh as they disappear in a haze of smoke "see you next week" she smiles to herself as she flops onto her bed curling into her bed sheets surrounded by the scent of her royal lover.
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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader
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Notes and TW: This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!
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Jade’s Signature Spell has several restrictions. The greatest variable about it is its rate of success. Only ten minutes after meeting with the captured thug, the four of you sit out in Azul’s living room with furrowed brows. Except Floyd. Floyd happily indulges in Azul’s expensive grapes.
“I didn’t think Moore looked like someone with a strong will.” You reach out a hand at Floyd. He drops a perfectly round, nearly black grape in your palm. “Maybe he was faking the terror? Or maybe the person who gave him Jade’s information is much scarier than a bit of persuasion from Floyd.”
“Looked and felt like a minnow.” Floyd’s jagged teeth tear through the fruit like it’s made of tissue paper. “His screamin’ was real, lemme tell ya that. Even if he’s scared of someone else, he probably thought he was gonna kick the bucket right then and there. If ya asked me, he woulda spilled even without Jade cuz he thought he was fucked either way. Kinda weird that he didn’t.”
If there’s anything you’ve learned from knowing him for this long, it’s that his gut feeling is rarely wrong. Intuition is his forte. But if that’s the case, how come Shock the Heart didn’t work?
“My guess is,” Jade muses with a hand on his chin, “there is a spell previously cast on him that can block mine.”
Azul considers it. “Memory wiping, maybe. Perhaps he really doesn’t know—or at the very least, doesn’t remember. Another possibility is a defensive spell cast on his mind.”
“Even if that’s true, he isn’t a mage.” You pop the grape inside your mouth. A sweet, delectable juice spreads over your tongue. “If he was, he would’ve tried to break out of those ropes.”
That’s a simple trap Jade likes to set. Without a magic tool like the mirror back in Night Raven College, it is difficult to tell who’s a mage and who isn’t. However, by using restraints that are not made of anti-magic material and relaxing security briefly, mages often reveal their hand with escape attempts.
“Maybe it was his boss or somethin’ who casted it. Y’know, to keep secrets from gettin’ out. Pretty nifty spell, if ya think about it.”
“Someone within the Carpenter Mafia, huh.” You curl up on the couch, pressed into the corner formed by its arm and back. “Guess we’ll have to investigate all the mages they have. Talk about time consuming.”
“Please leave it to me.” Jade places a hand on his chest, a reassuring smile on his lips. Reliable. Like a sturdy tree, or a nook in the cliffside. Someone you can lean on. Someone who can pick up your slack and watch your back. Trust given to Jade can only be from a naïve fool, a desperate person, or a wary one who has leverage on him or something to gain. Regardless, despite the fact that he is difficult to trust, he is terribly competent to make up for it.
“Will you have time for it, with all the other things you have to do? Like managing the mafia and the main story?”
“Please do not worry. If it comes down to it, there are tasks that I can delegate to other qualified individuals.”
Azul heaves a heavy sigh.
After a lengthy discussion, Azul all but kicks you three out of his house. You let Jade drive you home because you aren’t keen on sitting in Floyd’s passenger seat again anytime soon. Sitting in the leather seats of Jade's car, you watch as streetlights sweep by the glowing dashboard to a constant beat. The twins’ differing tastes are obvious even in their choice of car models. While Floyd prefers flashy sports cars that attempt to break the sound barrier, Jade prefers sleek, black ones that don’t make too much noise.
While Jade drives, your eyes drift to the night sky and your mind to the story. The next event is their second meeting. (Y/N) runs into him in the shopping district. Judging from the description in the manuscript, it’s on a street you frequented with her. Buskers at intersections. An ice cream shop next to an oak tree. A fountain with picturesque statues. You have a picture on your phone of her laughing in front of the water.
Does she think about you? If a friend suddenly stopped contacting her after being cornered in an alleyway, she’d naturally try to check up on them. That’s the selfless and considerate personality she has as the main character, after all. So why hasn’t she even texted you once? Were you truly even friends?
Of course you were. A kind person like her couldn’t fake affection. Those smiles she shared with you were definitely real. So then, why?
“You should sleep early tonight.” Jade suddenly speaks up at a red light. He takes the momentary break to glance at you. There’s an expression you can’t place on his face. Worry? No, nothing that strong. He looks back at the road before you can decipher it. “You’ve been stressed lately. I can brew you a relaxing herbal tea if you have trouble sleeping. It will guarantee you a relaxing slumber.”
“That makes it sound like I’ll never wake up if I drink it.”
He chuckles. “You can find out if you drink it.”
“Pass. Make it for yourself.”
“Perhaps I will. I often have difficulties falling asleep at night.” Unlike you, his insomnia is evolutionary. Moray eels are nocturnal creatures, and having grown up in the deep sea, day and night cycles took time to get used to. In the endless night of a place where sunlight cannot reach, circadian rhythms follow a schedule, not daylight.
“Doesn’t the story say you’ll sleep in the same bed as (Y/N) tomorrow?”
There’s only one bed. A common trope. This event seems to be shoved into the story, full of plot holes and reasons that don’t make any sense. (Y/N) is meant to lightly twist her ankle because of her endearing clumsiness. Jade will bring her to a fancy hotel room and tend to her wound there instead of bringing her home like today. Your only guess is that the story wants to showcase his wealth and influence. He can get a fancy room in a fancy hotel whenever he wants without a reservation. He can afford whatever her heart desires.
“Indeed.” Jade gives a half-smile. “Although I doubt it will happen. I find that I cannot sleep in the presence of strangers.”
Morays are cowards, Floyd once said. Ambush predators. They like hiding and darting out at prey or going after injured animals. Strong enough to have the confidence of living in a hole with no escape route other than the entrance, but careful enough not to chase down prey in open waters. Jade is more careful than most. You don’t think you’ve truly seen him with his guard down before.
“(Y/N) is harmless.”
“I am aware. It is only a force of habit.” His fingers tap lightly on the steering wheel. “I will stay until she falls asleep and then do some work. There is much to do, with so little time.”
You wonder if the increased workload has taken a toll on Jade. As competent as he is, he was suddenly saddled with the responsibilities of an entire syndicate and expected to run it with the same proficiency as his parents. His hobbies that he adores so much were all put on hold. There must be a mountain of pressure on his shoulders, but he never complains. Never one to show weakness. It is easy to exploit.
“You can give me more work. Just pay me and I’ll do it.”
Jade’s eyes flick to you, then back to the road. “How considerate of you. What are you willing to do if I take you up on that?”
“You can leave the investigation of the Carpenter Mafia to me.”
“Thank you for offering, but I would like to take that matter into my own hands. It concerns information about me, after all.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
He hums in that way he does when he pretends to think. “How about guarding me when I sleep?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say you can’t sleep with other people around?”
“I said ‘strangers.’” A teasing lilt weaves through his voice. “You are my dear friend of many years. Surely, we are closer than mere strangers? I daresay we are even closer than acquaintances.”
“You really like bringing that up.”
“It is because you seem prone to forget.” The car turns into a side street. Houses pass you slowly. Your neighbourhood is quiet at this time of night. “If you were guarding me, I would not even mind sleeping in (Y/N)’s vicinity.”
“Don’t even think about it. I won’t be there.”
Despite the lighthearted tone of your conversation, you understand the undertone of his request. He doesn’t expect you to accept this responsibility. Instead, he is conveying a message: he trusts you. Enough that he’s willing to be physically vulnerable around you. When he’s asleep, you could slit his throat, press a pillow over his face, crush his windpipe. But he trusts that you won’t. Instead of attacking him, he trusts that you will protect.
But is that what he truly thinks of you? Or is that what he wants you to think that he thinks? How convoluted. Talking to him is taxing on the brain.
“Actually, Jade.” You hesitate briefly. “Can you ask (Y/N) about me? Or just, like, drop my name in the conversation.”
Mild curiosity fills his gaze. “Why do you ask?”
“Just do it.”
“I have no obligation to. But if you tell me, I might consider it.”
“Forget it, then.” It wasn’t important anyway. You’ll ask her once the story is over.
He pulls up on your driveway. The entire house is dark, save for a light in the master bedroom and in the entrance. You thank him and prepare to leave the car.
“Give your mother my greetings.”
You nod and wave goodbye. The car stays in your driveway until you enter your front door before driving off. It’s something you’ve noticed only he does. For safety, he had explained. He’s making sure that you’ve entered your home safely. You can never tell if he has some ulterior motive.
The first few things you notice when you step inside are the pill bottles left out on the counter. You take your shoes off and silently pad over to the washroom, returning the bottles to the medicine cabinet. Just as you put the final one in place, a voice calls out from the top of the staircase.
“You’re home late. Are you tired?”
A kind, familiar voice. You approach the stairs and look up to see your mother standing there in her sleepwear. The stress accumulated throughout the day melts away, temporarily forgotten. No matter how difficult things are, no matter how tedious the days become, no matter how much is on your mind—at the end of the day, you have your mother to return home to. Around her, you are just her daughter, without the need to be anything more.
“Hi, Mom. You didn’t have to stay up.” You ascend the staircase to meet her on the second floor. She gives you a warm, comforting hug.
“Nonsense. I can’t sleep until I know you’re home safe.” She pats your hair and lets you go. “Did you come home by yourself?”
“Jade drove me. He says hi.”
“Oh, Jade. He’s a good kid. Thank him properly, alright?”
A good kid. You almost laugh out loud. For one, both you and him are in your late twenties. For another, you wouldn’t use “good” to describe his character. But you don’t, because you don’t want your mother to worry. You only tell her the best anecdotes about the people around you so that she can rest assured you’re in good hands. She doesn’t know about your real job, either. She doesn’t need to. You prefer to keep things this way. She would never approve of a profession where you could get hurt.
“I will.”
She follows you to your room, where you start getting ready for bed. “What were you doing downstairs before I called for you?”
“You left your medicine on the counter again. I was putting them away.”
“Oh dear, did I?” She sighs and places a hand on her cheek. Wrinkles crease the skin around her mouth and the corners of her eyes. It is because I have lived a happy life, she always assured you, since I was lucky enough to have you as my daughter. “I must be getting old. These days, I often do one thing while forgetting another.”
“It’s a good thing you have me, huh?”
She chuckles. “You’re right. It’s a good thing I have you.”
When you lie in bed, your mother sleeping soundly in the master bedroom, you think back to Mr. and Mrs. Leech. To Jade and Floyd, who anxiously wait for a cure to that curse they still haven’t found the culprit for. Jade changes out the flowers by their hospital beds as soon as the petals start to wilt. Floyd bribes the hospital so that he can spend nights by their side. If your mother was in that situation, you know you would raise Hell on Earth. You can only imagine what the twins are going through. If they ever catch the assassin, you don’t want to know what will happen to that soul. There is no judgment against the twins here. You would do the same.
You don’t know when you slept, but you wake up before dawn to the sound of your ringtone. Upon picking up, Jade delivers two pieces of information.
Firstly, he fell asleep. And secondly, when he mentioned your name to (Y/N) last night, she smiled blankly and asked: “Who?”
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W.I.T.C.H (Woman In Total Control Of Herself)
⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰
pairing: elf!jeonghan x witch!fem!reader
genre: fantasy, smut, straight up smut, fluff if you squint?
warnings: HUGE amounts of possessive behaviour, making out, knifeplay? (its arrowplay, a new kink i invented), degradation, manhandling, hairpulling, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), public sex, mindcontrol/witchery?
wordcount: 2k
a/n: alrighty i am BACK and more feral than normal, because this is way longer than it was supposed to be but oh well. this is technically a request/idea from the lovely @hwanghyunjinenthusiast who simply said elf jeonghan and "not sure if thats enough to go on" but here we are 2k words later...
The morning truly couldn’t get any better.
You had awoken in your cottage, the sun kissing your skin through the curtains. A long, drawn out yawn escaped your throat as you stretched the fatigue out of your limbs, and you remembered that because of the full moon last night, today would be the perfect day to go searching for supplies.
So you dug through shelves of potions and crystals for a dress, stepped into your best wandering boots and grabbed a woven basket for ingredients, not forgetting to make sure the protection spell on the cottage was properly set up. Then you strolled through the forest, listening to the frogs croaking “good morning!”, when they heard the familiar sound of your leather boots rustling the fallen leaves. There was no mistaking the forest was magical. Besides the talking frogs of course, the forest glowed. Glowed with all the power of the beings living there, the magic flowing through every flower petal, every root, every dewdrop. The forest wasn’t just scientifically, technically magical. It was also magical in the way humans used the word. Magnificent and wondrous, and you were so glad you got to witness it every day.
After a long walk you finally arrived at the waterfall, the one where you always found the best, most fresh ingredients for your potions and practices. You began to pluck, humming an old melody to yourself as the contents of your basket started to increase.
“Well, well, well. What a lovely surprise.”
You knew that voice. You knew that voice very well.
Unfortunately.
“How much of a surprise is it really, Jeonghan? I'm here after every full moon.”
The elf had been standing there for a while you assumed, because when you turned to face him he was on the other side of the waterfall, in the midst of sharpening his wooden arrows. And he didn’t even need to, you knew that. He was a high elf, born with a silver sword in his sheath. He could simply lounge around with his long blonde hair sitting perfectly, only the tips of his pointy ears peeking through all day. He didn’t have to hunt or fight if he didn’t want to.
And he didn’t want to.
“Yes, well. You don’t own the place”, he replied, before he deemed his arrow sharp enough and nocked it to the bowstring.
“No, I don’t. And neither do you. Though I am aware of how high elves like to think they own everything in this forest.”
Suddenly, a long sharp object flew past you, making a paper thin cut into your cheek and penetrating itself into the tree behind you. You looked back at Jeonghan, furious as you saw him, bow raised and smirking at your reaction.
“Everything, you say?” The elf began walking towards you while you carefully brushed a finger across your cheek, noticing nearly no blood was falling onto it.
“And that includes you, I suppose?”
He was standing close to you now. Very close. So close you could have made out every imperfection in his skin, if he had had any.
Curse elves and their absurd immortality.
“Am I hearing you say you think you own me, Yoon Jeonghan?”
At some point he had kept walking, now pushing your body against the tree behind you, his arrow still sticking out of the bark. You dropped your basket to the ground. A witch like you should know better than to mess with the high elves, but something about Jeonghan hindered you from keeping yourself controlled with the help of your powers.
Jeonghan reached over to the side of your head, pulled the arrow out of the tree and studied it in his hand for a moment.
“Would you like me to?”
The next moment you felt something cold against your neck. The base of the arrowhead met your skin, and you let out a sharp gasp as he twisted it so the sharp side was now pressing into the flesh, but not roughly enough to draw blood.
“Would you like me to prove it to you? I can own you, Y/n L/n. All that is required of you…Is that you allow me to.”
The ground below you felt like quicksand and your head was spinning. You shouldn’t do this, you really shouldn’t, no you should know better. You we’re in control. In control of yourself, your feelings, your responses. But there was nothing you could do to Jeonghan. He was resilient to all your charms and incantations, and even if he wasn’t you wouldn’t dream of what would happen if you tried to magically influence him. You already felt out of control.
Why was it so thrilling?
“Yes…”
Your voice was weak. Heavens, you were already weak.
“Yes what, witch?”
“Take me. I’m yours.”
That was all it took for him to be everywhere. His hair was in your hands, his scent was invading your nostrils and his crotch was pushed tightly against you, already grinding at a steady pace. The moans you were making against his lips were borderline obscene, sinful even.
“Such a little whore, already moaning so loudly for me, out here where anyone could hear you.”
Not completely true. Whether they were wizards, elves, orcs or another type of being, this place was fairly secluded. But the mere thought of somebody stumbling by you, seeing your dress bunched around your hips and Yoon Jeonghan sucking marks to your collarbones, only made you wetter and your moans louder.
Soon enough your bodice was ripped open, and your undergarments gone. Jeonghan brought a hand to your soaked cunt, teasing slowly with a single finger.
“What a good girl you are, already so wet for me, hm?”
His eyes flicked towards where the tip of his finger got coated in your slick, and as arousing as it was to watch his eyes glaze over in lust, it was equally frustrating that he was doing nothing.
So you got it together. Breathed in through your nose, and closed your eyes, focusing. Focusing on his finger prodding at your entrance, his hot breath on your ear, his hand on your waist. Then you tracked. Tracked the strings of his nerves, through his veins all the way to his heartbeat. It rang loud in your ears, and now you could truly feel all of him.
“What…”
Steadily, his breaths against your ear became faster, the tempo of his heartbeat increasing, as you focused on him and only him.
“What…In the names of the saints are you doing to me witch?”
He fell to his knees. Right there, in the outskirts of the forest, you watched as Yoon Jeonghan fell to his knees in front of you. You didn’t raise his heartbeat enough to hurt him, of course. Just enough to heighten his lust. Just enough to drive him mad.
“You’re not the only one with tricks, Yoon Jeonghan. Now get to work before I stop your heart completely.”
That seemed to be enough of a threat for Jeonghan to begin licking and sucking at your pussy like a man possessed, or maybe he was just as sick of the teasing as you were. Clawing at his blonde locks, throwing your leg over his shoulder, you were letting him devour you as drops of water from the waterfall splashed onto your exposed legs. Never had you felt so featherlight, so completely, and it sounded ironic, bewitched.
“Jeonghan, fuck s’good- Ah!”, you moaned breathily as he hit a spot that felt just right. When you looked down, you caught his eyes fixated on you, wispy bangs obscuring his vision but not enough to mask that twinkle of something in his eyes. Something intoxicating.
Something possessive.
As soon as your gaze had met his, you reached your high, hardly able to register that Jeonghan didn’t stop after.
He was mumbling something dirty against your inner thighs, but the blood was still roaring in your ears and all you could think about was how desperately you needed him inside of you.
“Jeonghan…More, please.”
His ministrations on your thighs didn’t stop as he responded.
“Hm? More what darling?”
You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to hide the sudden downpour of bashfulness washing over you at the prospect of having to vocalize what you wanted from him. Him, this ridiculous, cocky bastard of a creature that you always thought you despised.
“Want…Want you inside me, Jeonghan please”, you whispered.
He got up from his spot on the ground, now much bigger and taller when he was looming over you like this, one hand on the tree behind you to cage you in.
“I think you can do better than that.”
You whimpered.
“For heaven's sake Jeonghan, please, I’ll do anything!”
A scoff left his lips as he smirked and ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking over his decision.
“Probably shouldn't be making deals with a witch…But what the hell”, he mumbled before grabbing your hips and turning you around, so your hands were planted firmly against the surface of the tree.
“For a beautiful witch like yourself, I will do anything.”
Those whispered words were enough to leave your cunt even more soaked, and it didn’t help when you felt the tip of his hard cock nustling in between your folds (you had no idea when he had got rid of his pants but oh well, magic right?).
“Been thinking about this, you know? Everytime I see you here, ah-”
He pushed into you slowly, producing strangled grunts and moans from the both of you.
“Everytime I see you, In these cute dresses, bending over every fucking second.”
Then he thrusted into you sharply. You would’ve fallen over if you didn’t have the tree to support you.
“Always thought about just walking right up to you, and taking you right then and there. And everytime I saw you bathe here, fuck. Just wanted this body all to myself.”
The thought of him having seen you bathing in the waters, naked, should have scandalized you, but instead it left your legs wobbly and your mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
It went on like that for a while. A long while, in fact, of him grunting lewd secrets and confessions against your skin while you begged him to let you come. And eventually he did, because just like you too had promised, he would do anything, especially if it involved having his cum dripping out of you by the end.
He helped you get your undergarments back on, now obviously ruined, and then he kissed you.
Not like he had just a few moments earlier. It was short and oddly intimate.
“What was that?” You tried your best to look disgusted.
“A kiss, darling. Have I really fucked you that dumb?”
You rolled your eyes at him and picked up your basket again. It suddenly felt a lot heavier.
“Whatever, it’s not like it’ll happen ever again.”
He laughed at that. Fully, shamelessly, loudly laughed with his pants half on and his hair an absolute mess (and it was never a mess). There was something quite endearing about it.
“Oh, darling…Oh, you’re just adorable.”
Quickly he laced his pants up, and walked over to you again.
“We’ve made a deal, haven’t we?”, he said, grabbing your hand in his.
“Anything, no? That was the deal?”
No words could form in your tongue, his searing touch the only thing consuming your thoughts. You realized you might have actually gotten yourself into something very…Complicated. Complicated but strangely exciting.
He simply smiled at your lack of response.
“Don’t be a stranger, Y/n.”
His hand raised yours to his lips, as he planted the most gentle of kisses on your knuckles.
Then he was gone. Walked into the mist between the trees and the grass and became one with it.
You had no idea what to think of Yoon Jeonghan after that.
Other than how you already wanted to see him again.
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Centuries- Agatha Harkness x Reader ❤️🔥
My first official woman x reader post this is scary. Please tell me your thoughts. Minors begon
Warnings: breif angst, jelously, SMUT, both fem receiving, strap on, magical bondage.
Word count: 9.8k (damn-)
Summary: You meet Agatha in a small town after not seeing her for centuries. You are threatened by her relationship with Wanda, and you argue but eventually makeup and she fucks some sense into ya!
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The eerie sound of the fireplace crackling and the wind pressing the trees into the windows took over my senses as I attempted to block out the speech the leader of our coven was spewling. She was going on and on, manipulating the rest of the women into agreeing with her and helping her. I didn’t know what to do if I was being honest, but I knew the feeling I got upon hearing Evanoras words, twisted my stomach. To hear her so casually, and crazily admit what her daughter was getting involved in was worthy of execution by your very own coven— your family, that scared me just as much as the knowledge that Agatha was practicing dark magic. I guess I understood why Agatha didn’t tell me she was learning such things, not that I would have wanted this to happen to her, I just would have tried to persuade her to not do it at all. However none of this mattered because she had done it, and now she had gotten caught. And there left me, being forced to join the others and help with her demise. Agatha was my friend, and I wanted nothing more than to save her. But all it would take is one comment from me about these being extreme measures and they would put me right up there with her. I guess they may as well have, I was no better than the others for not at least trying to do something about it.
“Y/n, are you listening!? this is important, we do not know what she is capable of!” Evanora yelled, snapping me out of my cloudy haze and causing me to shift my eyes from the fireplace back onto hers. Her eyes were full of tainted emotions and jealousy. She never cared for Agatha and for some reason assumed we didn’t either.
“Yes, Evanora. I know this, I just think you’re asking a lot of us. Why can’t we just condemn her from the group and send her away? why must we kill her?” I asked out softly, hoping she would believe I was just afraid.
She sighed and her voice trembled as she spoke. “Are you saying you want to risk all of us,” she gestured to the other girls which caused them to flick their gazes between one another. “and the humans, to be victims of Agatha’s darkness? or even just risk the factor of Humans finding out about us with her recklessness?” she inquired with an accusatory tone.
I saw the other women look around to me with worried glares and I sighed. Dropping my head and shaking it no. “Of course not, but what if she kills us in the process, like you said we have no clue what she could do.”
Evanora shook her head with a frustrated laugh and then stared hard at the girls. “She won’t stand a chance against us all. This is why we must stay together, and work together to ensure we are all safe from her impulsive actions.” She added a flare of despair to her tone to really make sure her claws where latched into the girls.
I didn’t see Agatha again until she was up on the stake. Surrounded by the rest of her fellow witches that once called her their sister, but also her mother, the woman who’d created her, tarnished her, and now prepared to murder her. I had listened to what Evanora had said, and she was right we did have to all work together. Which is why at the last moment while Agatha remained under a spell and tied to the stake while the women got in their positions, I hid. I remained in the house and watched from the window. Agatha awoke soon and the annihilation began.
I heard Agatha beg her mother not to do it and held back tears as her mother showed no ounce of remorse. I prepared for the loss of my best friend and then heard the sound of magic being used and Agatha crying out. I think over the years I had gotten better at blocking these kinds of things out. I don’t remember the details of exactly what happened next. I just remember silence and then emerging from the house to find all of the coven dead and Agatha nowhere to be found. The story haunted me every day, it bled into my dreams and my thoughts, nothing I could do would erase the sound of Agatha’s pleas or the guilt that ran through me just as it did then. And what made it worse was never seeing her again and not knowing where she was. I had been alive for decades now, adapted to all the change and forgetting as much of the life in Salem as I could. I tried to be normal, I was smart with it because in this era of superheroes, the last thing i’d want was for them to discover a witch, and heaven forbid try to get me on their team. I wasn’t interested in making a spectacle of myself and saving lives, but more so moving from the past and keeping to myself. I was moving to a new neighborhood, my time growing shorter in the last, and feeling I was ready for the change anyways. I had to keep up the act, and ensure no one noticed the youthful glow that remained on my skin. I wasn’t quite immortal, yet. I wanted to give it time and was still figuring out how to make it really last in all honesty. It was hard without a coven or a mentor. But I sucked it up for the mere fact I was probably only one of a few witches left from the original Salem lineage if there were any others at all. I couldn’t speak for the rest of the world however. But I knew if there were any here, they were hiding it like me.
I pulled into the new neighborhood and began unpacking soon, I did most of it within the day, and before I knew it i’d spent a few days in my new home. I hadn’t gotten out much so hadn’t had the chance to meet new people quite yet, but figured I didn’t really need to. However when I came into town a weird feeling had arose, I didn’t know why or what caused it but this location just felt different. I made my way in and out of the house unloading groceries and on my last trip out, I heard a sweet voice chirp my way.
“Hello, I don’t think we have met, I'm your neighbor Wanda!” a woman with green eyes and gingery, almost scarlet hair spoke out from her driveway.
I smiled and stepped closer to meet her by the mailbox, “Hi it’s nice to meet you I’m Y/n.” I spoke as I accepted her extended hand. Immediately I could feel through her grip what she was, or at least I had a suspicion. The look in her eyes when mine locked with her emerald ones only added to that suspicion. I pulled my hand back but kept a smile.
“How long have you been in Westview Wanda?” I carried on and she tilted her head.
“About a few months I would say, what about you?” her question was simple but something about the tone she spoke in gave me chills.
“Just a few days really.”
She nodded and looked at my house, “Well your home is lovely I would invite you over to chat, but i’m afraid my boys have left quite the mess.” she looked back at me with a playful grin, “but I still would love to have you over tomorrow for a small gathering i’m having, just my family and a few others from in town, and you will also get a chance to meet one of our other closeby neighbors.” she suggested with a raised brow.
“Um, sure that would be nice, what time?”
She gave me the time and told me it was nothing fancy and I didn’t need formal attire of any kind, and then left me to finish getting settled in. As soon as I got inside I shut all my blinds and peaked through the window on the side of the upstairs, the one that sat above my bed. I couldn’t see into Wanda’s home but ignored the temptation to take a look with my magic. I had a nagging feeling about that woman and didn’t want to make any rash decisions just yet.
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The next day I prepared some baked goods to bring over to Wanda’s home, some homemade cinnamon cookies and a bottle of wine. I wore something casual like she’d said, a very simple skirt with a sweater and makeup. I wanted to make a good first impression of course and if Wanda did end up being a simple woman than I had hopes of us being friends. I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 6 and grabbed my purse, the cookies, and wine before heading out the front door. The cool air nipped at my exposed legs but the walk next door was over before it was bothersome. I knocked softly on the door and almost like she’d been waiting Wanda opened the door with a large smile.
“Y/n hi! Welcome, come on in!” she moved out of the doorway and I greeted her as I walked in, there were a handful of other men and women in the living room and kitchen, soft music playing and a calm almost monotonous demeanor amongst everyone as they conversed with each other.
“I brought you some wine and cookies.” I said as she shut the door and led me through the house.
She gratefully accepted them and showed me around the downstairs of her home. Eventually moving to introduce me to the other guests. I met a few other couples from around town and they told me a little bit about themselves and their jobs. I was wrapping up a conversation with someone in the kitchen when I heard Wanda mentioning my name to somebody from the entryway.
“Oh Agnes I think you will just adore the new woman that moved in, her name is Y/n she is from… well I actually dont know that just yet, but here she's in the kitchen.” Her voice grew louder as I walked towards her and prepared myself to meet yet another stranger, but I trusted Wanda's judgement so far and threw a warm smile on my face as I emerged from the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the dark haired woman. Wanda had her hands rested softly on her waist and didnt drop them as she kept her in front of me. I stood in silence for a few seconds, trying to blink away her appearance thinking it may have been my mind fooling with me. But still the woman before me remained the same girl I hadnt seen for centuries. The look on her face was one of shock as well, however she recovered much faster and threw a fake smile back on and extended her hand. I eventually brought myself back to reality and kept my eyes on hers as I accepted her soft and cold hand.
“Hi, lovely to meet you Y/n. How are you enjoying Westview so far?” she cheered with a large smile.
I was still having trouble accepting it was Agatha that was staring me down, I felt like I was in a dream, or under a spell. I could barely find my words as I stared deep into her blue eyes that were unable to mask her emotions. I knew why she was acting as if we didnt know one another, but seeing her brought back memories of all the time we had spent together before she made her poor decisions.
“Hello, um its been f-fine. Wanda has been an exceptional host this evening as well.” I looked to the auburn haired woman attempting to shift the conversation off of myself. I noted her hands that were still on the brunettes waist and felt my stomach twist in a strange way.
Wanda waved her hand to brush off the compliment and gave me a smile. “Oh please! Agnes here has been in the neighborhood longer than I, she showed me around and has been a breath of fresh air.” she said with a wink to the woman next to her who returned it with a smile, “Im hoping she can show you around some more as well!” We both just smiled and nodded.
Wanda soon excused herself to go speak with her husband and a few other guests, leaving Agatha and I in an awkward tension. I couldnt help the feeling bubbling inside that arose from the dynamic of the two women. I didnt know why, I had only just seen the two and its not as if I had any right whatsoever to pass judgement let alone be jealous if that was indeed what I was feeling. I slowly locked my eyes with hers again and she looked me up and down, I assumed to assure herself I was really here as well. I opened my mouth to speak and she stepped closer to interrupt me.
“If you'll excuse me.” was all she said, a smile on her face but a solemn tone in her voice, almost like she was bored of me already.
I wondered if she really didnt recognize me, but I had a feeling that wasn't the case unless all this time apart meant I would have to relearn her expressions and quirks. I watched as she departed and went to talk with some of the neighbors. I spent the evening attempting to make more friends and revisit some of the guests I got the best impressions from, hoping to forget about the raven haired woman that stood on the other side of the room who never spared me another glance. I couldn't say the same for myself, I would look at her any chance I got as if I didn't want to loose the opportunity to memorize her face. Not that I'd forgotten it really, she did look a tad different, more matured than when we were young. However that didn't stop my chest from tightening when I would look over her glowing, pale face, her dark hair made her eyes shine and her smile was like a plague. I would shake myself out of the trance when I would get the inkling I had been staring a tad too long and then mumble a contribution to the boring conversations I joined. It eventually got later and as time passed I felt more and more tired and heavy. My chest was beginning to turn into a sinkhole and I just wanted to lay down and forget about the evening. I was too afraid to approach Agatha again and figured she wasnt going to approach me. I guess I assumed she didn't really want anything to do with me-- which was valid after what I did. A few guests had departed already and I made my way around the house to find Wanda and say goodbye, I found her in the kitchen playfully joking with Agatha, a hand brushing her arm in a light-hearted manner. I felt awkward interrupting but I knew Wanda would have no way of noticing.
“Hey Wanda I think im going to head out, but thank you so much for having me I had a wonderful time, maybe we can get together for lunch this week?” I said politely.
She smiled and nodded pulling me in for a small hug, “Yes of course, thank you so much for coming Y/n!” I looked over Wandas shoulder and Agatha was sipping her wine with an eye roll as she stared off out the window. I pulled away and smiled once again in Agathas direction.
“Oh and Agnes it was lovely to meet you as well.” I extended a hand and I could tell she was reluctant to take it. Not because she was nervous of course, but because she was already fed up with my fake cheery attitude. Thus meaning she was still able to read me exceptionally well, and better than I could her. Once our hands connected I felt my chest tighten again and the sadness creep over me slowly, I pulled mine away soon after and departed with a smile and a wave.
I made my way outside and quickly walked the short distance to my house. I shut the door with a sigh and took a moment to center myself. Recapping the evening in my head to make sure it was indeed real and over with nonetheless. After kicking off my shoes I let my hair down and slipped my bra off and tossed it to the air, allowing it to vanish to the dirty laundry pile upstairs, and moving to the kitchen to grab more wine. I hadn't had much at Wandas since I wanted to give a good impression. I began to fill the glass, pausing to let out another stress filled and exhausted sigh as I took a big sip from the glass and filled it up again.
“Save some for me dear.” I heard a sarcastic voice chirp from behind me, causing me to jump and drop the glass.
I wasnt shocked at who I saw or how she got in, more so why she was here. I held a hand to my chest and let out a frustrated grunt as I looked at the glass on the floor, as well as the wine dripping down my legs and spilled on the hardwood.
“Jesus Agatha you could have been a little more gentle with that.” I waved my hand and the sapphire magic erased the mess and then summoned a new glass in my hand.
“Well now you know how I felt walking into Wandas home… and seeing you today.” she said with a scoff as she used magic of her own to get a glass as well as the bottle, pouring it for herself and then handing it to me. I took it and filled up the glass.
“I didn't do that on purpose. Why are you here Agatha? I think you made it pretty clear over there how much you care to speak with me.” I walked past her to go sit on my sofa and she followed, sitting in the chair next to it. I couldnt bring myself to look at her now that we were alone and she would be returning the contact.
“You know I was going to ask you the same question, why are you in Westview? I'm flattered, really, you have managed to hunt me down.” she said with a cocky grin and I rolled my eyes.
“Believe it or not I havent been hunting you down, I didnt even know for sure if you were alive let alone that I would find you in this hysterical little town.” I finally locked eyes with her and she stared at me with confusion.
“Then why are you here?”
I let out a sarcastic laugh, “To live my life Agatha, nothing more.”
Her gaze shifted over my tense form and she smiled, “Hmm and you just so happened to end up in the only town occupied by not one, but two witches?”
My eyes snapped back to hers and I tucked my feet off the ground and under my bottom. “So you know about Wanda, I guess thats no surprise. I think she knows about me already too.”
“Wow a few days and your secrets already out. So you're not here to form another coven are you? Because I can tell you I won’t ever join one of those sister clubs again and I know Wanda won't either.” She mocked and I just shook my head.
“Yeah I can tell you guys are pretty close.” I muttered and then brought my glass to my lips. She gave me a look with the tilt of her head but I ignored it. After a moment I softened my gaze towards her, she was never very serious so I approached my next question with caution. “How have you been Agatha? I mean… where did you go that day?”
She shifted uncomfortably and got up out of the chair to walk around my home, avoiding my question she asked her own, “So no family or friends? How are you even still alive Y/n?”
I played with the hem of my sweater and shrugged, “I figured it out.” was all I said and she hummed.
“You know Westview is way too small for the three of us, luckily Wanda doesn't know about me, but I doubt she would really want you here for long.” she prodded, now standing behind the sofa and hovering over me. I felt her hand come to play with my hair and a chill went down my spine.
“Shes not going to do anything, I don't think she has the desire to hurt anyone, I will say though, I always assumed Evanora made up the story of The Scarlet Witch.”
Agatha dropped my hair and moved to walk around again, an obvious reaction to the mention of her mother. I contemplated pressing for more answers, but I didn't know what she expected us to talk about.
“You know I don't blame you for what you did that day, I know it was just what had to be done. I mean that's why I wasn't there, I didn't agree with it.” My tone was sweet and sincere and I hoped she would know I meant no harm in my comments. She appeared in a swift cloud before me and I looked up at her from the couch.
“Oh, so you disagreed, just not enough to stop them.” she said in a strict tone but I knew her better than to assume she was still angry about this maybe just a little bitter if anything.
“I did stop them. You know attempting to convince them otherwise would have been unfeasible, I ran and in doing so it granted you freedom despite knowing what you were involved in. I cared about you Agatha-- I still do, I wouldn't have let them hurt you.” I spoke honestly, trying my best to defend myself.
“Cared so much about me you allowed me to kill the entire coven, even Evanora.” she scoffed, stepping closer and I stood up, our faces now a foot from one another.
“How dare you try and put that on me, that was your decision not mine. I told you not to practice dark magic and you didn't listen. You're lucky I did care about you or else I would have joined them and you would be dead!” I stammered out in a quick breath. We both stood in silence for a moment, “You should go.” I huffed, turning and walking upstairs.
I went into my bedroom, closing the door behind me with a frustrated sigh as I sat on my bed, I didnt know why she came over if it was just to try and get in my head and blame me for her stupidity. I already lived with the guilt from that situation everyday. I didnt need her making it worse just for the fun of it. I heard her appear in my room and I looked up with a roll of my eyes.
“Shouldn't you just go home, or to Wandas for gods sake?” I complained with a mocking tone. I didnt mean to throw in the part about Wanda, that kind of just came out. I hadn't even realized I was still hung up on them.
“Awe, is Y/n feeling a little jealous of Wanda? You know sweetie if you had found me sooner we probably could be good friends still, though we both know we were always more than that.” she avoided my initial question, immediately going for the easy harassment that I practically set up for her.
My eyes snapped to hers and I wasn't sure if she had read my mind or could just tell by the way I spoke about the kind woman next door. The nickname didn't help my case either since it caused me to straighten up and my confidence to shoot down.
“I'm not jealous- and I told you, I wasn't looking for you. Plus its not like you had tried to look for me either.” I quipped back and she nodded.
“Well I had bigger fish to fry darling.” She teased and I rolled my eyes.
“If you aren't going to tell me why you're here, can you just leave?” I muttered. I was feeling drained now, bummed out and wanting to be alone since the woman infront of me was currently only interested in playing mind games. Its not like that wasn't normal for her, but after all this time and everything we had gone through, it felt mundane. I don’t think I'd realized now either just how long it had been and how much I'd missed her. I mean I thought of her all the time yes, but now it was all coming back in the way it had been when we were young, and I wanted things to be normal but it was far too late for that to ever happen. Now I just wished she would at least be transparent with me.
“You dont want me to leave though.” she spoke and I fell back on the bed, pressing my hands over my face. I felt my chest sink into the mattress and a knot formed in my throat, I shoved it down for the most part but a small tear of frustration, guilt, and albeit depressing fondness pushed past my eye and down my cheek before I quickly wiped it in hopes she didnt see.
I felt her magic wrap around my wrists and pull my hands from my face, I didn't attempt to stop her but didn't look to face her either.
“Y/n dont cry, look, I'm sorry. Really I am, you know I’ve never handled this kind of stuff well, and it was a big shock seeing you here today, out of the blue like that.” she opened up but her voice remained playful, still not completely allowing herself to be soft with me.
I sat up and she came to sit next to me on the bed, “I know, I know. If I had known you were here I would have…” I paused looking down and fiddling with my fingers. “Well I probably would have came anyway. I've missed you a lot to be honest. Im sure you know how lonely it can be for us on our own, well I guess not, you have Wanda.” I didnt mean it in a bitter way, it was true she had a friend who somewhat understood even if she didnt know her secret. Agatha let out a small laugh and shook her head, hesitantly placing a hand on my thigh.
“If it helps I missed you too, you were the only one in that coven that I trusted.” she said in a soft tone and I smiled, getting the confidence to look her in the eyes. Hers were more gentle now, not as condescending as they had been earlier and full of genuine emotions.
“Can I ask you why you started the dark magic? What you had wasnt enough? You were already and exceptionally powerful witch.”
Her hand came up off my thigh and I regretted asking the question since it meant the loss of her touch and she looked away, “I dont know. It wasnt really dark magic to me, it just felt like mine, as if it was made to be used, like all magic is.”
I knew that answer should be concerning, but what was strange was how she was right. I raised a hand and gently swirled my fingers to emit the power from my hand and she looked down at it. “Strangely, I think I know what you mean”
The sapphire light glowed onto our faces and she lifted her own hand emitting her own purple magic with a mischievous grin. She playfully nudged my arm and shook her head with a laugh.
“I knew it. There had to be a reason you were still so young, and around for that matter.” She joked referring to the soft hugh the dark magic infiltrated into my light blue, ‘good magic’, that caused it to be the deep sapphire color it was now.
I didnt use it often, but I had discovered over the years that dark magic had its perks. The only reason mine wasn't a beautiful violet glow like Agathas was because I hadn't been practicing as often or for as long. I stared in awe at the colors that danced before us and moved my hand closer to hers, the light mixed to an indigo and with the magic we could feel one anothers emotions and thoughts, something we did often when we were young to feel more connected to one another. I could feel how Agatha missed our old relationship and I knew she could feel the regret that weighed me down each day. For some reason her darker magic wouldn't allow me to fully see her, but she could see every doubt, regret, joy, and even envy that I was feeling. I couldn't help I really was an intensely jealous person and the longer we had been reunited the more time I had to think of all the things I missed and all the things she did, or people she may have been with in my absence.
“Y/n, sweetie there really is nothing going on with Wanda and I.” she stated sweetly and I softly lowered my hand back to my lap and she did the same.
“I just hate so much time was wasted, I mean you were my best friend and then all of the sudden you were gone. And now you have been here making a new witch friend-- and I saw the way you looked at her. I know that look Agatha.” My rambled, mocking, words were spoken in a hushed tone and I kept my gaze on my fingers.
Her hand came to take mine and she intertwined our fingers, “Believe me when I say its no fun having to hide your powers from another witch. Its nothing even close to how it was with us. Wanda is nice yes, have I thought about the possibility also yes, but I never acted on anything because for one she is a very devoted wife, and two I gave up on that stuff after we were separated.”
“You never fell in love all these years?” I asked with a confused gaze.
“You did?” she asked with slight shock.
“I have loved, dont know if I was in love.” I responded simply
I looked at her and gave a small smile, resting my head on her shoulder. Her sweet aroma surrounded me and I was hit with waves of memories. She wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head after a moment I sat away slowly so we could be face to face. She looked over my face, quickly interpreting the look in my eyes and gave me a witchy grin before looking to my lips. She raised a hand to gently grip around my jaw and pulled me in for a kiss. I immediately sunk into it and it felt just the same as it had back then only now it was full of intense emotion from the centuries it spent building up. I leaned my body in closer and smiled into the kiss, both of us letting out small giggles before she wrapped her other arm around my waist and deepened the kiss while gently stroking my cheek with her thumb.
I pulled away with pink lips and grinned at her, “I missed you.” I stated.
She smiled and brushed some of my hair back, “Lets not waste any more time then, darling.” she teased and I laughed, cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss once more.
We moved slowly, not rushing our actions so we could make sure we took in every breath. Our lips moved in perfect sync as if it was muscle memory and I ran my hand through her dark hair with a smile. She softly drifted her hand up and down the side of my stomach before tracing it up to the side of my jaw sending a rush of chills through my body. She gripped around my chin and I instinctively parted my lips so she could deepen the kiss with her tongue. I felt her other hand grip my waist and she pushed it back as she straddled my legs and pushed me to lay on the bed. Our lips remained together, my face growing hotter as the blood ran to my cheeks and it traveled between my legs and caused a flutter to travel within my chest. She hovered over me not allowing our chests to meet yet and continued to control the harshness of the startegic kiss, never letting her lips move unintentionally. She was always excellent at this game, and knew every twitch and motion to drive me insane. After a moment she pulled away, my bottom lip caught between her teeth with a smile before she released it and stared into my eyes. I turned my head to the side, not being able to resist the slight embarrassment I felt. Without lifting a finger her magic tilted my head to face her again and her eyes softly sparkled purple. I had never really been with her while she used this kind of magic, but it somehow made her even more beautiful and enchanting. I didn't have to voice my endearing thoughts either since my mind was completely vulnerable around her, even if I blocked away my thoughts, she had always been capable of seeing through. She just gave me a smile before moving her hands from either side of me, causing her body weight to shift and press down against me, our hips now pressed together and our legs intertwined. Her cold hands drifted up under my sweater and gently moved over my abdomen before brushing over my breasts. I leaned up to capture her in a kiss again and she locked her lips onto mine with a gentle force, eventually kissing down my jaw and neck as her hands continued to feel over my chest. I let out a soft and hushed moan as she sucked and lightly bit a tender spot on my neck and she let out a muffled laugh.
“Come on dont hold back on me now sweetheart.” she teased in a sensual tone and I felt my thighs squeeze together around her leg that was conveniently pushed between my own. A chill traveled over my body at her voice rumbling against my skin.
She moved her leg that resided between mine up so it would press against my core, my skirt now being in the way of her knee applying any satisfying pressure between my thighs. I waved a hand causing the skirt to disappear and she pulled up with a smile. She kissed my lips gently and looked down to my sweater.
“Might as well-” she nodded her head and my sweater disappeared leaving me in just my underwear, and my breasts exposed to her. I blushed intensely and let out a small gasp, she reached a hand up to twirl a piece of my hair and I took the time to admire her face with an innocent smile across my own.
My hands came up to cup around her face and kiss her again, playing with her long hair. I moved my hands down her side and over her stomach, moving my hand between us and over her clothed center but she pulled away from the kiss and I looked up into her eyes, they turned purple once again and my hands were brought up above my head. I frowned and furrowed my brows, my legs moving in protest but she pressed her hips down firmly once more and guided her knee to rub against my underwear and I let out a soft grunt.
“Dont be shy darling, I know you remember what to do.” her voice spoke softly and she dipped her head down to kiss along my neck and then down to my chest.
Her soft lips traveled over my collarbones and then to the dip between my breasts, her hands drifting over my nipples gently as she took her time back up to my lips. I slowly moved my hips against her knee, moaning into the kiss at the friction against my covered clit. She smirked and then moved back to my breasts, taking one of the sensitive peaks into her mouth and sucking on it gently. I pressed myself against her leg harder and began to grind against it with soft noises creeping from my lips. I was frustrated being unable to touch her but didn't bother to fight her power. She pulled away from my chest with a smile and sat up as I stayed lying and looking up to her. I may have not been able to touch her, but I was still able to use my own magic. I flashed a cocky grin her way before her own shirt disappeared and she was left in her bra and pants. She looked down at herself and then shook her head with a smile. She moved her hair over one shoulder and then ran her hands over my stomach and hips, stopping along my thighs to squeeze them and gently scratch down them. I stared at her in awe, she was absolutely stunning sitting above me, her pale skin contrasting with her dark hair and purple bra causing my stomach to twirl.
“You're beautiful Agatha, please let me touch you now.” I begged and she gave me a sympathetic smile before shaking her head.
“Not yet, be patient. I want to be able to make up for lost time and show you how much I've missed my sweet, and obedient, little witch.” she mocked in a condescending but sultry tone and I let out a shaky breath.
She stepped off the bed and stood by the edge, running her hands along the waistband of my panties before hooking them around her finger and making a show of how slow she slid them off. She ran a hand down my stomach and I arched into her touch, not taking my eyes off of her mischievous ones. Her fingers brushed past my mound and her hands moved to bend my knees and then spread my thighs apart farther. She placed kisses along the insides of them and dug her fingers into my skin. I was practically squirming beneath her in anticipation as she got closer to my center. Her lips moved between my folds and she licked a single line barely grazing my clit. I knew better than to think my release would come soon and I'd get the opportunity to please her, since it had been so long I had hope she would want to speed things up but to my dismay she continued on in her antagonizing pace. Her tongue began to move over my nerves in slow circles with a bit more pressure and I let out another moan. My hands were still held above my head with purple magic and her nails in my thighs kept me from being able to squeeze them together. After a few minutes of focus to my clit and my thighs beginning to quiver she pulled away and plunged her tongue into my entrance. I let out a louder noise at the feeling and my eyes rolled shut and my back arched up higher. I muttered a ‘Fuck’ under my breath and could feel her smile between my legs as she retracted her tongue and then brought one of her hands to glide her fingers through the wet mess id begun to create thanks to her. Her thumb pushed around my clit and my hips jerked slightly to which she laughed.
“All this time and you're still so sensitive pet.” she teased and I opened my eyes. The nickname sent goosebumps over my body and I locked my eyes with hers.
“Please Agatha no games?” I whined and she shook her head before sliding two fingers into me, her eyes not moving from mine and a devilish grin gracing her face.
My back arched off the bed once again as she slowly moved her fingers in and out, eventually curling them up and stroking along the sensitive part of my cunt. She kept her pace easy and consistent before leaning back down and flicking her tongue over my clit.
“Fuck Agatha.” I moaned out, jerking my wrists with the desire to run them in her hair nagging at me.
She continued her work effortlessly and with grace, soon picking up the pace of her fingers and pushing them in and out with more force. I could feel an orgasm building up and tried my best to keep my body from tightening and convulsing around her fingers since I knew how she played this particular game. I let out a hefty moan as she pushed in and curled up her fingers and her tongue ran heavily over my clit, my hips moving down and my back arching up. She smiled against me as she pulled away, bringing her fingers out as well. I let out a huff and locked my eyes with hers and tried to look as helpless as possible.
“Look at me like that all you want, we both know I wont let you finish that fast baby.” she taunted and I leaned my head back down with a groan.
Still unable to move my hands, she moved to hover over me again and placed soft kisses up my stomach and chest before reaching my lips, I went to kiss her with slightly parted lips and she placed previously hardworking fingers in my mouth instead. I looked into her eyes and she had a devilish grin on her face, her eyebrows raising as she waited for me to follow suit. I pursed my lips over her slick fingers and kept my eyes on hers as I tasted myself and treated her slender fingers like a candy.
“Just like that darling, god you're still such a little slut. And god have I missed you.” her words were spoken erotically, but had sweet endearment laced around them. And she confirmed the tender emotion by removing her hand and kissing me hard and with a desire that could only be described as unholy.
As sad as it sounds, if I hadnt been feeling such immense amounts of pleasure, I would have cried at the simple admittance that she missed me this much. I smiled into the kiss and lifted my knee so that it was up between her legs now and she laughed, pulling away and sitting up off the bed. I loved our usual roles in the bedroom, however that meant she was always more stubborn in letting me please her. I of course didnt mind her toying with me and having her way, but I often wanted the pleasure of driving her crazy for once, and leading her to her own release. Being able to ride the high of being good for her. And when she would allow me to do such things, the praise I would receive was astronomical. I focused, catching her off guard and was able to pull my hands apart with mild struggle, leaning up to grab the loops of her jeans and keep her close to me.
“Please Agatha, I understand how we used to do things, but in this moment let me help you.” I begged with pleading eyes, they flashed a soft sapphire as I used my magic to try and persuade her. I wasnt attempting to control her, but I was showing her glimpses of what could happen if she let me please her.
“Fine. But you still have to follow my rules okay dear?” she chirped with a grin and I nodded.
“I wouldnt expect anything else.” I agreed and ran my hands up her bare waist before cupping her face to lean down and kiss me again.
She flicked her hand and her pants were removed, now only standing in her undergarments, and myself still completely nude. She grabbed my arms and gently pulled me off the bed and took my place sitting on the edge. I felt my chest flutter in anticipation as I played out where this was going in my head, without instruction I went to my knees. She sat for a moment, a wicked grin plastered over her face, gazing down at me in all her confident glory. With pale skin that almost glistened under the moonlight being cast from the window, and her eyes darkening, she gently ran her hand through my hair and admired my obedient frame. She leaned forward to roughly grasp my jaw in her hand and kiss me with more force, our lips intertwined and her tongue slipped past mine. I hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a innocent smile. I gently ran my hand up and down her leg and she smirked.
“You know, I would love to just sit here all night admiring how pretty you look on your knees,” she started and I furrowed my brows for a moment, “but I cant hold back much longer baby and I know how eager you are to put on a good show for me.” she teased and I smiled.
I placed kisses up her silky legs and she spread her thighs apart, “I dont know how long we were apart Agnes, but it was most definitely, way too long for me to not get a chance to do this while we are together.” I stated and she scoffed.
“Of course darling. But dont get so cocky, keep in mind who really has all the power here.” she spoke with a wink and a chill carried itself up my spine.
“I would never think otherwise” I said softly with half lided eyes that couldnt tear away from the glorious woman before me. I slid my hands up her thighs to the waistband of her underwear, not tearing my eyes from her and she watched with amusement.
“Dont be afraid now, I dont bite.” she whispered.
I laughed as I continued my hands and slipped off her panties. “We both know that's a lie Miss Harkness.” I said with a smirk as I dropped the cloth to the floor and used all my will to keep my eyes on her.
She tutted and tilted her head, “We all know what name I prefer sweetie, use it.” she reminded me with a serious tone, but a small smirk gracing her face.
“My apologies, Mistress.” I batted my eyelashes with a fake mischevious innocence flickering in my eyes, she grinned but it quickly faded and she leaned closer to grab my jaw with more force than she’d been using,
“You're such a little tease, enough with the games princess. Try again.” She tutted dissaprovingly, sending a flush across my face and causing my core to throb.
“My apologies, mommy.” I said softly and she placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Now be a good girl and get to work.” She whispered in my ear and then let go of my jaw with a harsh movement. She leaned back on her elbows and gazed down at me. I probably looked like a deer in headlights, slightly taken aback by the action, and allowing it to momentarily distract me from my plan. I blinked a few times before nodding gently and sitting up off my knees. I leaned in to her core and placed the softest of kisses on her inner thighs. I could practically hear her eyes rolling and I smirked against her. Eventually I realized I lacked half the will power that she possessed, and was incapable of holding back. I quickly twirled my tongue over her clit with force and collected the wetness around her entrance. I continued licking in lines over her clit, not changing my speed but increasing the pressure. She didnt take her dark eyes off of me and I grew self conscious. However, we both knew what the other liked, and I was most definitely not giving her what she wanted just yet. I caught her off guard by pulling away and kissing her, turning my head to nip at her inner thigh, earning a shocked groan from her.
“Quit holding back, Y/n. You wanted this so bad, what did I say about games?” her tone flattened and she looked at me with displeasure.
I smirked, “I thought you liked games? You're always playing them after all.” I raised an eyebrow, surprised at my own curtness, hoping it would pay off. However, next thing I knew she had raised her hand and pressed a brisk slap to my face, not enough to hurt too bad or leave me in shock, but enough to sting in the most pleasurable way.
“If you dont carry on, I will just leave you like this and finish on my own.” she seethed and I felt my skin grow hot.
“Forgive me mommy,” I said doing my best to hide the sarcasm lacing my words as I leaned in to kiss her slick core “I just dont want this moment to end.” I quickly lifted my hand and slipped two fingers inside her without warning, she let out a quiet gasp and her eyes rolled shut. I smirked and continued to apply pressure to her clit with my tounge as I moved in and out of her entrance. I then replaced my tongue with my thumb so I could slide my body up hers, crawling on the bed to press my bare chest against hers. She opened her eyes and ours met, I got flashes of her thoughts and half were full of pleasure and admiration, but a stronger and more malicious group of thoughts were centered around the lack of control she felt in the moment. I grew worried she would back out and want to refocus on me, so I leaned down to kiss her with a tender and natural force. Kissing her sweetly as my fingers curled inside her. I pulled away and with a blink her bra dissapeard, my eyes flashing blue for a moment before I moved down to place sloppy kisses across her chest and over her breasts. I tried to not linger on them too long as I knew she would catch me staring at her perfect chest. I took a nipple in my mouth and mimicked her motions from earlier. I could feel her bare stomach pressing up against my chest as she arched off the bed. However I felt her hand come to the back of my head and she tugged on my hair, eventually pulling me away from her chest and guiding me back down to her core. She clearly had no interest in me taking my time to appreciate every inch of her. I reluctantly but happily obliged and allowed my tongue to take over on her clit once more. She moaned out and leaned her head back, arching her back slightly.
“Yes my sweet girl, just like that, you're being so good.” she praised and I smiled moaning into my actions, the vibrations traveling through her core causing a deep moan to escape her throat. I could feel my own wetness practically dripping down my thigh. I quickened my pace with my fingers, curling up and pushing them in deeper with each motion. I sucked on her clit and felt her nails dig into my hair as her thighs came to squeeze my head. We both let out moans and I could feel her tightening around my fingers and I continued my motions. She moaned louder and yelled for me to look at her. My eyes met her foggy ones as her mouth slowly fell open and she tried to hide the pleasure that spread across her expression. “Alright princess, be a good girl and make mommy cum.”
I did as I was told and used more force with my fingers, keeping pressure moving in circles on her clit and watched as she arched her back, her legs beginning to twitch and her toes curl. We kept eye contact as I moaned against her and used my free hand to grab hold of her thigh and keep it from moving, making her feel every twirl of my tongue on her sensitive bud. “Ah- fuck” she gasped as she shook around my fingers and her release washed through her. I didnt stop my movements, and her eyes squeezed shut. I expected to feel her back away after her orgasm and move on, but I kept my motions in hope of driving her towards a second, and sure enough I felt her clenching around my fingers once more and I moved my hand from her thigh so she could squeeze them around me as she tugged on my hair. “God- you're doing so good” she exclaimed softly and I sped up my tongue. Her body twitched and she arched her back up off the bed as she moaned and came on my fingers for a second time. I smiled and after a few seconds of allowing her to ride it out, I pulled my fingers out and she watched as I placed them in my mouth as she had done earlier and she let out a pleased scoff.
“Come here.” she ordered and I quickly crawled back onto the bed with a smile. She wasted no time and pushed me to lie down, straddling my hips again but this time a cryptic smile appeared on her face and her eyes shined that familiar hue of purple. My hands were bound together and lifted above my head once again to which I protested and tried to use my own magic to free them, but she just laughed and wrapped a cold hand around my throat and squeezed gently. I looked into her eyes with begging ones, hoping she would feel some remorse. But she just locked eye contact and placed a gentle and slow kiss to my lips. Her eyes remained purple and I soon felt something pressing against my stomach. I looked down to see a purple and black strap on secured to her waist. I had never used one with Agatha considering we had no way of getting one back then. Of course I used them with other women, but I grew nervous.
“Dont be scared baby, mommy will take care of you, just relax.” She soothed with condescesion and I nodded. “Now get on your knees.” She ordered and I wasted no time in listening. My face resting in the sheets since I couldnt hold myself up, but my ass perched in the air before her. I soon felt her press against me and with no warning she pushed into me. Filling me up and earning a moan from my chest. She slowly moved in and out and I felt her hand run up my back and scratch back down. She reached up again to tug on my hair and I felt her magic assist me in leaning up, I looked forward and there was now a mirror before me. I quickly locked eyes with Agatha, hers a deep purple and light magic twinled around my torso as she kept me hovering and bent over. I grunted with each thrust as she sped up and grew deeper. I felt her hand move from my back to snake around my stomach and slowly run down until she reaches my center and rubbed circles.
“I wont be able to last much longer” I exclaimed, not tearing my eyes from hers in the reflection. A devilish smile took over her face and I hoped she wasnt planning to keep me like this forever. As if she read my mind I felt my body be pulled up and against her. The new angle causing me to moan out loudly. I now felt the weight of my body sink down on her as my back pressed against her chest. She kept her hand wrapped around my stomach and rubbing rough circles around my sensitive core. Her other hand ran over my breasts and then came to my throat. My eyes had rolled shut and she spoke softly in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
“Open your eyes, you're going to miss the show.” Her hand tilted my jaw roughly back to the mirror and I hesitantly looked back at her.
“Please-” I whined out as she picked up speed with her hips and I felt my body convulsing around her.
“You're doing so well, sweet girl.” she taunted and I leaned my head back on her shoulder as she stroked my throat and I turned to kiss her.
“Go ahead and cum for me Princess.” she whispered into my mouth and within seconds my legs were faltering as I clenched around her. I went to fall forward, feeling her hands around my waist and her pulling out of me as she turned me to face her. She kissed me once more and and stroked my cheek, allowing me to slowly lay back on the bed. She stayed laying beside me, her chest pressing against mine as she kissed me and I pulled away to catch my breath. I placed tender kisses to her jaw and collarbone as I rested my head on her chest. I could hear her heart beating quickly and wrapped my hand around her stomach. I felt her stroke my hair and her chest rumbled as she spoke.
“You should have found me sooner, darling.” she mumbled with a grin and I smiled.
“You should have looked for me.” I quipped back and she laughed. I looked up at her and she placed a gentle kiss to my lips. Her smile fading and her eyes softening.
“I should have.” she agreed and I smiled. Nuzzling her neck before drifting off.
a/n god dayum that took forever, I hope you enjoyed!
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“Hmm. Very good.” He murmured, looking down at the paint coated high chair. Very little paint had made it on to the target- the white sheet of paper- but the baby proof finger paint was organic and edible, which suited their mouth tot quite well. “Abstract art is the way you’re going to go. A bold, smooth choice in my opinion.” He stroked his chin, observing the mess their apparent prodigy child was making.
“Ba!” The squeal and smack of wet paint made Harry grin, their baby returning the enthusiasm.
“Mhm. Mumma will happily put this on the fridge. And who’s to think- years down the line, we will have an original piece. Priceless. The museums will fight over it- and we will give it on loan, of course.” His hand smoothed over the soft curls on the baby’s head, fondly looking over their child.
“Mm. And Mumma is also not cleaning up this mess. That’s all Daddy’s doing.” Y/N walked into the dining room, wiping her wet hands on the back of Harry’s shirt.
“Oi! Watch it. Demon woman.” He hissed playfully at the cool water dampening his shirt. “Daddy will, but he’s helping our child grow their artistic integrity. The next Picasso. Really, look at the use of color. So bright and vivid.”
“Maybe that’s because you literally only put neons on the palette.” Y/N Snarked, though pressing a kiss to his bicep as she passed him to look at their baby. The paint was washable and edible, yes, but that didn’t mean she wanted the paint all over their cheeks and clothes. Unfortunately, she couldn’t always get what she wants. “Very creative choices, my dove. You can do whatever you’d like. But make sure you ask daddy to do the messy things. Mumma will watch and clap.” She teased, gently pushing the curls from their little, soft cheeks. “Made a mess of your new jumper, didn’t you? It’s a good thing your daddy makes lots and lots of money. Because he’s going to have to buy you a new one.”
“I will. Ruined clothes are part of the creative process. You should know, considering you love having clothing ripped-“
“Okay. None of that. Little ears.” Y/N hissed, cutting Harry a look. The shit eating grin covering her man’s face proved it did little more than tickle him with her reaction, the baby happily ignoring each of them to smack the wet paint again.
“Oh? Come on. Don’t you want another baby to paint with, little dove?” Harry cooed, talking to the child. “Don’t you want a brother? Or a sister? Hm?”
“Ba! Baba.” The only sound the baby currently made bubbles from little lips, smacking them together. It was stupidly cute, making Y/N melt a little bit as sticky, paint covered fingers reached up to grab Harry’s larger digit. He let it happen, not minding the mess it would make on his skin.
“See? Even our lovebug wants some more babies toddling around. We could have a whole gallery of first paintings very soon. Right?” He wiggled the baby’s hand, an eruption of little giggles making the pair grin down at the happy, chubby cheeks. “Mhm. Lots of babies. We discussed it, love bug. Don’t you worry. Mumma just needs to let daddy do the magic spell where I can give her another one, and you can have lots of brothers and sisters running about. Any sort of sibling, really.” Harry shit Y/N a sly glance. Baby fever was possible with your own baby, unfortunately. Y/N was so in love with being a mother, but Harry was a whole other level. Insanely devoted to being a father. It was beautiful.
“Maybe. I’ve already told Daddy that Mumma definitely needs a few more months. But he isn’t helping me wanting to wait when you’re this cute together.” She sighed, taking a wet wipe from the packet and gently wiping the streaks of neon pink from the little cheeks.
“Exactly. S’my job to wear you down.” He would never truly push too far- no. He respected her body and her choices. But he was eager and playful, and they’d already discussed more. It was fun to play around with- and to practice.
“Mm. Sure, that’s what it is.” Her hip humped into his, walking past him and gently shoving the wet wipes into his hands. “Clean baby bug up and get a nice bath going. Im finishing our lunch and then we will have nap time.”
“Do we get a nap time-“
“If you behave, yes. Now go.” She cut him off as she walked back into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but stare longingly at the woman who had manage to capture him and own his heart so fully. Gave him this beautiful little family. He would happily clean up paint spills and hear little screams for the rest of his life. This was home.
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𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬
Synopsis: The world was not created in colors to be lived seldom in white, black, or even gray. This is what Y/N believed, and she resolutely refuses to be told otherwise. But when a night at the city’s most prestigious nightclub triggers a series of misfortunate events, Y/N’s world of hues is thrown off balance, colliding with a stranger whose eyes may be blue but his world is a handful of shades too dark.
Pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Mature scenes. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 2.8K
Chapter 1 - Flat White | Varicolored Schemes Masterlist
𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐖 York’s gateway to damnation.
Celebrated as the epitome of New York's nightlife, the club stood tall as a beacon of ecstasy. Its alluring neon lights and captivating fire displays worked their magic, casting a spell on anyone who entered. Not to mention how the bartenders' artistry in concocting sinful drinks and the hypnotic rhythm of the music had the power to transport patrons to the very edge of heaven's precipice.
Everyone loved Purgatory. Everyone except Y/N. She harbored not even a modicum of affinity for the newly inaugurated business. In her rather abashed opinion, Purgatory was a breathing disaster. The crimson walls reminded her of Christian Gray’s outrageous BDSM room, and the obsidian marble bar sparked memories of Voldemort’s reign of terror. Yes, black and red were colors that went well together, but the falu red walls were anything but flattering when the amber lights glided over them.
It was outrageous how long the waiting list was for a place as distasteful as this. Though the only redeeming factor, to some extent, was the quality of the drinks. But the bartender seriously needed to draw the limit for those who callously consumed alcohol as if they were born in Russia and had gained supernatural immunity against vodka’s kicks and punches.
Three guys had already attempted to take Y/N to the bathroom, which was a despicable shade of merlot, for a quick shag. And only one of the three walked away without the promise of a kiss from her pepper spray because he had been pulled by the ear by whom Y/N assumed was his girlfriend.
And to top it all off, Yelena, Y/N’s best friend, had disappeared somewhere in the crowd and wasn’t answering any of her texts. Feeling exasperated, Y/N retrieved her phone from her pocket. If Yelena continued to ignore her text messages, then it was time to make a call. Maybe the incessant vibration of her phone for a solid minute would finally capture Yelena's attention. The phone rang five times before Yelena finally picked up, and to Y/N’s misfortune, her friend didn’t sound alone.
“Please tell me you’re not on the phone with me while having sex with some guy.”
“I am not on the phone with you while having sex,” Yelena replied indignantly. There was some shuffling from her end of the line, audibly heard from the lack of blaring music. “I’m getting pizza with some people I met at the club.”
“You’re what? With who? And you didn’t think to tell me!”
“I’m telling you now.”
“How considerate of you,” Y/N seethed, gripping her phone tighter. She was already speeding out of the club, pushing her way through the drunken herd. “You couldn’t have informed me of your plans when you ditched me forty-five minutes ago?”
“No, because I didn’t have any plans forty-five minutes ago. I just had them five minutes before you called.”
Y/N inwardly groaned. Now that she was outside the club, she was certain that Yelena must have heard her. She forcefully yanked on the car door handle, hastening to insert the key into the ignition. "Seriously, Yelena? I can't believe you abandoned me for a group of strangers!"
"Hey!" Yelena chided. "I didn't ditch you for them. I ditched you for pizza."
“Yel—”
“Luigi’s Pizza.”
“Luigi’s! That’s all the way across town. Are you sure it's a good idea to go there with people you just met?”
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to be talking on the phone while driving?”
“You’re on Bluetooth speaker right now,” Y/N fired back. She was starting to get visibly irritated.
“Good for you. Lock the doors while you’re driving, and keep the pepper spray close to you.”
Is she seriously going over a road safety protocol with me right now? Y/N thought. “You’re with a bunch of strangers. In a car that’s not your own. Going to goddamn Luigi’s at four in the morning! And you’re lecturing me about safety?”
“Yes,” came Yelena’s answer. Her tone was a perfect mix of exasperation and incredulity. “Besides, they should be more afraid of me than I will ever be of them.” Y/N couldn’t argue with that. “Now, let me focus on the road, птичка.”
“Are you really the one driving, Yel?” Y/N asked.
“Of course I am. You’d think I’d let some stranger drive me to Luigi’s?”
Y/N couldn't help but burst into laughter. It was such a quintessential Yelena remark. She was just about to caution her friend to stay safe when the call abruptly disconnected, leaving behind a resounding beep that filled the ensuing silence. She had to applaud Yelena for her dual role as both a nuisance and an entertainer.
Deciding not to bother and call again, Y/N focused on getting herself home. Fifteen minutes away from her house, she turned on her blinker and took a right turn. Unaware of the glass shards on the road ahead, Y/N let out a shriek when a loud popping noise flooded her ears. Her hands tightened their hold on the steering wheel as realization dawned on her: something was awry with her car. Its movements became increasingly hesitant, raising her anxiety levels with each passing moment.
By some stroke of luck, Y/N managed to park her car on the side of the road. Taking a few moments to collect herself, she focused on calming her racing thoughts. Without delay, she activated her emergency lights and cautiously stepped out of the vehicle. As she rounded the car, her gaze immediately landed on the deflated tire.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Frustration surged through Y/N as she swiftly retrieved her phone and dialed Yelena's number. The phone rang twice, briefly fanning the flames of Y/N’s hope, before the call abruptly ended. Trying once more, she stomped her feet on the road in frustration when it went straight to voicemail. "Goddamn Luigi’s! And goddamn you, Yelena Belova!"
When Yelena had invited her to Purgatory, Y/N didn’t think that she was going to be balancing on the edge of hell, her grip on sanity hanging by a thread.
She glared at her flat tire, her eyes wandering to the glass shards a couple of feet away and then to the dark sky above her. It was way too early for this shit. And while yes, Y/N did have a spare tire in her trunk, she had no idea how to change it. So, she did what any sane person would do in such a situation. She yelled out in frustration and kicked the goddamn thing.
After releasing her frustration, she got into the car and settled in the driver’s seat. Locking her doors and making sure her pepper spray was close by, Y/N started googling a 24/7 roadside assistance service. As her search results loaded in a flash, a sudden knock on her window stole her attention from the glowing screen, drawing her gaze to mesmerizing blue eyes on the other side of the glass.
Startled, Y/N jolted in her seat, instinctively leaning away from the window. However, her initial fear quickly transformed into astonishment as she focused on the man standing on the other side of the glass. He motioned for her to roll down her window, and she complied. Although the window only opened partially, leaving only a small gap, the stranger didn't seem to mind.
"Hello, ma'am," he greeted with a hint of a smile. His poised voice and penetrating blue eyes sent shivers down Y/N's spine.
She cleared her throat, trying to mask any hint of trepidation. "Hi," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt inside.
“I saw that you have a flat tire. Can I help you in any way?”
Y/N hesitated, glancing between him and her phone, unsure of how to respond. She waited for a moment, attempting to appear nonchalant, before replying, "Thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather call for roadside assistance."
"At four in the morning?" He tilted his head slightly to the right, and Y/N felt a nervous gulp rise in her throat. She couldn't tell if it was his chiseled jaw or his imposing gaze that unsettled her. "If you get a hold of them, it might take them an hour to get here. I can fix your tire in five minutes."
Y/N gnawed at her lower lip, torn between the convenience of accepting the stranger's help and her initial hesitation. She glanced between him and the road, contemplating her options. Did she really want to stay locked in her car for an entire hour, or did she want to get home quickly and rest in the comfort of her own bed?
"Besides a spare tire, I don't have a repair kit or anything," she admitted, her expression now tinged with a hint of hopelessness. While she was willing to accept the man's assistance, she feared that it might not be enough to get her back on the road.
The stranger's lips twitched, forming a reassuring smile that strangely comforted Y/N. "Don't worry about that. I've got you covered." His words seemed to carry an air of confidence that put her at ease.
Nodding her head, Y/N reached out to open the car door. The stranger fell back a step, extending a hand to help her out of her car. She cautiously accepted it, surprised by the softness of his touch and the delicate gesture.
As soon as she was out, he let go of her hand. Though his touch was polite and fleeting, Y/N found herself needing it to anchor her when she finally focused on him. She couldn't help but be struck by his height. Despite having to lean down to face her window, he easily towered over six feet.
Blinking owlishly, she fiddled with her keys before pressing a button to open the trunk. When the stranger passed her to grab the spare tire, she noticed him motioning for the two men in the black car behind her. She bristled, eyes wary. Her shoulders immediately relaxed when one of them fished out the tire repair kit and handed it to the stranger.
“Here you go, boss,” the man with brown hair tied in a bun said.
He straightened his black blazer, offering a brief nod in Y/N's direction. She eyed him curiously, following his light steps. Turning her attention back to the blond man, she couldn't help but feel intrigued. "What's your name?" she inquired.
He looked up at her, his piercing blue eyes meeting her gaze before he replied, "Steven. Though most people call me Steve, ma'am."
"Y/N," she clarified, introducing herself while absently placing a hand on her arm. Partly rubbing away the intrigue that slithered through her body and mostly attempting to conceal the areas her short mauve dress exposed.
“Y/N,” Steve enunciated. His delicate and euphonious words were a stark contrast to his intimidating stature. He studied her, regarding the way she shifted from one foot to another. She bit down on her tongue, ready to react in case of any abrupt movement. To her surprise, Steve shrugged off his jacket and extended it to her. “Would you mind holding on to it? I wouldn’t want to get it dirty.”
“Sure.” Her voice came out breathless, caught off guard by his request. She took the jacket from Steve’s hand, noting how he moved his fingers around to avoid brushing hers. The action was both welcome and disappointing because, despite Y/N's guarded demeanor, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Steve's enigmatic presence and the subtle grace with which he moved.
“You can put it on.”
“What?”
Steve laughed slightly at Y/N’s oblivious state. He regarded her as she hugged the piece of fabric close to her body, noting the way the faint street light glided over her soft features. “It’s cold. And if you insist on standing in the open road, I’d feel much better if you kept yourself warm.”
Y/N's fingers clenched tightly onto the fabric of Steve's leather jacket. The warmth that surged through her body in response to his words was palpable, yet she masked her emotions with caution. "It's alright," she responded carefully. "Thank you, but I really don't need to."
"I insist," Steve countered, his gaze carrying an air of authority. She found herself yielding to it, unable to resist. As soon as she placed the jacket on her shoulders, her nose embraced the dizzying scent of sandalwood and bourbon. She dug her hands into the jacket’s pockets, feeling at ease in Steve’s presence. “Do you live far?”
“Fifteen minutes away,” she replied.
Steve was currently engrossed in adjusting the new tire, and Y/N took the opportunity to quietly observe him. Her eyes traced his skillful fingers as they gripped the tire, and she found herself captivated by his blond hair and the strands that fell gently across his eyes.
“New Yorker?”
She shook her head. “I actually moved here a couple of months back. I’m from Washington.”
“Really? That’s where I met Sam,” Steve remarked, gesturing towards the car parked behind them where the two men sat. Y/N’s gaze shifted to the tall, black man with a laid-back expression, whom she identified as Sam. “Him and Bucky, the one beside him, are my best friends.”
“Didn’t the one with the man bun, uhh, Bucky, call you boss?”
Steve chuckled. “Yeah, it’s definitely a long story,” he admitted, leaving the details unspoken. After a brief pause, his curiosity turned toward Y/N. “What about you?” he inquired. “Made any friends here?”
“Not much,” she hummed. “Except for a best friend who decided that forgoing a slice of Luigi’s pizza in favor of keeping me company would be sacrilegious.”
The roaring of Steve’s laughter was welcome in the dimly lit road. For a moment, he forgot all about fixing the tire, letting his attention fall on Y/N. His voice was full of mirth as he spoke, “Luigi’s is a godsend. Tell her to try the Brooklyn special. It’s my favorite.”
“Now I know what to get you as a thank you for your services.”
“Don’t you worry about that, doll.” Steve flashed her a winsome smile, and she just knew that the goosebumps on her skin were not caused by the crisp wind around them. I’m just glad to have crossed your path.”
As Steve spoke, Y/N watched him deftly dust off his fingers and tidy up the tools. The five minutes seemed to pass all too quickly, much to Y/N's disappointment. He efficiently organized everything back in its designated spot, and when she tried to lend a hand, he kindly gestured for her to stop with a raised hand. Meanwhile, Bucky stepped out of the car and retrieved the kit from Steve, who was now carefully placing the old tire in Y/N’s trunk.
“I really can’t thank you enough for this,” YN expressed sincerely.
Steve closed her trunk, leaning against her car with a radiant grin. “It’s no problem at all.” He fished out a card holder from the pocket of his jeans and offered it to Y/N. “If you ever need anything, or you lose your friend to Luigi’s and find yourself in need of someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to give me a call. Even if it’s at four in the morning.”
Y/N's gaze fixed upon the card, her eyes gliding over the elegant golden letters delicately engraved on the sleek black paper. The minimalistic design caught her attention, showcasing only the essential contact details. It held a certain allure, an understated elegance that piqued her curiosity.
“Thank you,” she found herself saying. She wished she could say more, but the whole encounter had left her astounded. It was a wonder her brain even managed to form two words.
Reluctantly, Y/N observed Steve nodding his head as he bid her goodbye. He took his place in the back of his car but didn’t motion for Bucky to move. It took her a moment, perhaps a moment too long, to grasp that he was waiting for her to safely settle in her own car before he would depart.
Immediately, Y/N jumped in her car and turned it on. She waved at Steve as he passed by her car and went on his way. Suddenly, a realization struck Y/N like a striking lightning bolt. Two thoughts reverberated in her mind with newfound clarity.
Yelena’s unexpected disappearance turned out to be far more favorable than Y/N had initially thought. And to add to the intrigue, Steve had not only left her with his phone number but with his jacket and an open invitation to call him whenever she wanted. The weight of these revelations settled upon her, igniting a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
The day was shaping out to be a good one. Or so she thought.
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Bats and Fire 04
"The Calendar Situation"
Last time on bats and fire... 01 02 03
a/n: it turns out that i have bad writing motivation and love bouncing between projects, lol (also you can blame late updates on my current bg3 phase and jjk hyperfixation). so expect BAF 1-2x monthly. once again, i am very open to suggestions/themes for future chapters/episodes, so leave them in comments or my inbox!! and my requests are always open <3 enjoy!
warnings: smut, mdni/18+. p in v, oral (f receiving) morning sex, character watches while y/n is eaten out, interruptions, slight overstimulation, etc...
wc: 3.4k
Things were thoroughly out of hand.
Your mates were incapable of not fighting over every single second of your free time. And that turned into tug of war games where you get the lovely privilege of being the rope, and you know what you also weren’t getting?
Sex.
You had not had sex in two weeks.
But you have five mates? How’s that possible?
Because you are almost never left alone with any of them long enough to get someone’s shirt off, nevermind a hand in your pants.
And a girl will get fed up after a while.
But luckily, on your first expedition after your cycle ended, you found the perfect solution…
You stumble into the old shop, wiping your dirtied hands off on your pants. The scent of magic immediately hits your nose, and you bite your tongue to distract yourself from it.
“You look like you’ve been to hell and back,” the female behind the counter says, her sunken gray eyes tracing over your tattered clothing.
You clear your throat, approaching the counter. “Do you carry any blade polish, or leather cleaner?”
She pauses, then opens and closes her mouth. “Say… are you the hunter that our mayor is paying to clear our woods of those damned Puca?”
“How could you tell?”
“I had a feeling.”
The female hobbles her way around the counter, and leads you to the left. She opens a cabinet door, and pulls out two glass containers, one with a clear liquid and the other a slight brown. She hands them both to you. “Your polish and cleanser.”
“Thank you,” you say, turning to head back to the counter. But something shimmers in the corner of your eye, and you pause, turning to face it.
It’s a pile of calendars, the edges glimmering with the sparkle of spells. But who would need a magical calendar?
“Eyeing the Mrythat Calendar?” the shopkeeper asks, coming up beside you. “No one ever buys ‘em.”
“What do they do?” you ask, reaching out to take one and examine it.
“You buy a few, sign ‘em with blood, and then they’re connected to you. Write something on one, it appears on all the others. Useless, if you ask me, but a merchant came through ‘ere with an offer I couldn’t refuse,” she explains, then starts back towards the counter.
You take six of the magical calendars, tucking them under your arm.
“You’re sure ‘bout that, hon?” the female raises a brow at you. “Don’t know what you’d use ‘em for.”
“You don’t even know,” you grin, dropping the calendars on the counter. “You don’t even know.”
The next time you were at each of your mates’ residences, you spread the calendars. Of course, you happened to be with Azriel and Cassian in the House of Wind next, so you got to work...
The sound of the hammer nailing the calendar into the wall echoes down the hall. You step back, satisfied, admiring the shimmering calendar mounted over the soft blue paint.
Cassian rounds the corner, slacks hanging low on his waist, rubbing his eyes. “Love… what’cha doing at four a.m…?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” you beam up him, gesturing to the glorious calendar — the solution to all of your problems. “Too excited. Look at it!”
“That’s… that's nice, love,” Cassian mutters, walking up behind you and putting his hands on your waist. “But let’s go back to bed, hmm?”
“No, no,” you gesture to the calendar once more. “I’ve gotta explain to you both how this works— hey— Azriel! Azriel, are you up?”
In response, a shadow comes to your side, winding around your leg.
You frown. “Did your master send you?”
The shadow tightens its grip.
“Is he just avoiding getting up?”
Even tighter.
You huff, poking Cassian’s shoulder. “Go get Azzie. This is important. And now I know he’s awake.”
The Illyrian nods and trudges off, cursing under his breath and running a hand over his face.
You almost feel a little bad, but then you’re distracted by your calendar again.
You did research on how these work. They were invented specifically for managing one person’s schedule, like a boss giving them to his employees to find time for meetings with them. Whoever’s schedule was being managed, just had to mark the calendar with a bloody fingerprint, and then all the calendars they marked would sync up.
You grin, sticking your thumb into your mouth and piercing the skin, then you press it to the back of one of the pages. Instantly, the calendar glows, and then stops, but when you flip it to the current month, you find that it’s been filled in with all of your missions and plans — the magic has even sorted out what days you’re in which court, with which mates.
You grin maniacally.
Shadows slide around the corner, and out come your two Illyrian mates, bleary-eyed and wings damn near dragging.
You grin and clap your hands, pointing at the calendar. “Lookit! Look at what I did!”
“What did you do?” Azriel asks, coming to stand at your side and placing a hand on your lower back. It’s obvious that he’s trying his hardest to sound interested.
“Cass, c’mere,” you grin, tugging him to your other side. “Okay, okay, so, how this works. I have six of these calendars. They’re all enchanted, and they’ll soon all be connected to me by blood. When someone marks one, the others get the same marking, and I simply have to think it in order to add something. Each of my mates will get one, and so my schedule can be fairly organized.”
Cassian nods slowly. “Okay… but I thought normal scheduling was working fine.”
You bark a laugh. “No, no, no. You all are rather fond of interrupting each other’s dates and alone time, claiming to have ‘forgotten’ that I was already scheduled. This fixes that.”
“I do not,” Azriel grumbles, wings twitching.
“Well, see, the main inspiration here was my sex life,” you explain, perfectly calm as both your mates’ eyebrows shoot up. “I haven’t had actual sex in a week and a half, did you both know that?”
Cassian narrows his eyes. “No, no— how is that possible?”
You point to last Friday on the calendar, when you were marked to be on a date with Rhys. “Look, here; at this time, I was on the riverbank of the Sidra, about to be fucked against a tree, until Cassian came in and stayed for the rest of the date— and was completely oblivious to the mood and the arousal drenching the air.” You point to two days ago, when you were supposed to be sleeping at Eris’s palace. “At eleven p.m. that night, I was fully prepared to be ravished and yet Lucien needed me for something. And that’s not an issue, right, because two is better than one! But no, Eris and Lucien refuse to be naked in the same room at the same time.”
“…I see why you want the calendar,” Azriel murmurs, walking away and coming back with a pen and approaching the calendar.
“What are you doing?” Cassian asks, tilting his head to the side.
“We’re the first ones to have this, right?” Azriel looks at you, and you nod in confirmation. “We have all the empty slots. I’m filling them all in with me.”
Cassian blanches, and then steps forward, promptly shoving Azriel to the side and stealing the pen. “Give me that! You can’t take all the slots!”
“You were just too slow,” Azriel grumbles, gesturing to the calendar, which is now half-filled with dates… all with Azriel.
You snort, and then turn on your heel, heading back down the hall. “I’m going back to bed. Whose bed am I getting in?”
“Mine,” they both say at the same time, and you can feel the glare they give each other.
You grin, and turn the corner, knowing one — or both — of them is bound to come running after you.
All goes well with your visit to Rhysand, and he was very happy with his new calendar. However, things get a little bumpy when you’re at the Autumn Court…
“Fuck—” you whimper, gripping Lucien’s hair as his tongue works at your clit, fingers pumping in and out of you steadily. You’ve already come twice, and he’s damn close to working you up to a third.
The bliss is nearly lighting you on fire, legs shaking as you finally approach that cliff again, climbing higher and higher and—
“Cum for me,” Lucien murmurs against your clit, the vibrations nearly tipping you over the edge. He looks up at you with those eyes from between your legs, and you whimper as you reach that—
A knock comes on the door.
Lucien pauses, and you whimper, desperately bucking your hips into his hand and lips.
“Shit, what time is it?” he asks, sitting up and looking at the clock, mouth glistening with your slick.
“Lucien,” you grit out, “please.”
“Times up,” a familiar voice calls from behind the door. “Your slot is only from seven to eight, I have her for the full night from eight p.m. to sunrise.”
You hiss in frustration, gently tugging at Lucien’s hair. “Ignore him.”
Eris slips into the bond immediately. Ignore me?
Eris, give me five minutes. Please.
That’s not what the calendar says.
Does it sound like I give a shit about what the calendar says? You growl down the bond, frustration only building.
Lucien has obediently gone back to working your cunt, sliding two fingers back in. His mouth latches around your clit immediately, and the wondrous sensations start to build up again.
Two minutes later, Eris is speaking down the bond again.
I’d have already gotten you off by now.
Your only reply is an audible whine, surely loud enough for Eris to hear on the other side of the door.
And clearly he does hear it, because he’s winnowed to your side within seconds.
“Add a finger, it’ll make her come faster,” Eris idly comments, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “And harder. That’s important.”
You’re now completely naked and vulnerable in a room with two fully clothed males. Because apparently you’re the only one getting their clothes taken off today.
“What are you—”
“Shush,” Eris hushes you with a gentle kiss, stroking a hand down the center of your torso, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your belly. “Let us take care of you.”
Before you can reply, his head dips down to your left nipple, licking a circle around it. His thumb runs circles around your other breast, all while Lucien increases his pace.
With very little warning, your climax creeps up on you, pleasure suddenly spiking. You cry out, gripping Eris’s shoulder for support as you tip over the edge, stars and flames filling your vision as the waves of your orgasm crash over you again and again and again and—
“What does that make?” Eris asks, stroking your hair.
“Three,” replies Lucien, who is gently rubbing circles over your clit, coaxing you through the last waves of pleasure with gentle kisses along your thighs.
The High Lord clicks his tongue. “That won’t do. She needs at least five, else apparently she’ll get needy at an ungodly hour.”
You try to protest. “Will not—”
He stops you with a quirked brow. “Two weeks ago. You woke me up before sunrise by humping me. Like a puppy in heat.”
You open your mouth, and then close it. He’s right. You did do that. But he looked so damn sexy like that, features relaxed and mouth parted and—
Lucien licks a stripe up your folds, and all your thoughts screech to a halt.
“Love,” Rhysand whispers in your ear, pressing kisses over your cheek and hair. “Love, time to get up.”
You blink awake, squinting in the early morning light. “Mm... what time is it?”
“Seven,” he murmurs, slipping his hands up and under the shirt you’re wearing — his shirt — and rubbing your skin.
You groan. “Cass isn’t picking me up ‘till seven-thirty. Why’d you wake me?”
“Because I was thinking we could squeeze a little something in,” Rhys kisses your neck, pressing his hips to yours, letting you feel his bulge beneath his pants. “If you so please.”
Your heart skips a beat, and you bite your lip. You run your hand down his chest, finding his bulge and palming him through his pants. “Needy, are we?”
“Please,” he groans, rutting against your hand once, twice, then pressing more kisses across your collarbones.
You smirk and nod, spreading your legs for him. His reaction is instant, making quick work of your panties and discarding his pants.
He presses a finger into your entrance slowly, hissing as it comes back soaked. “Fuck. So wet for me, love.”
You tilt your hips up for him, and he strokes himself twice, then slowly slides in, stretching you wide. You whimper, gripping his shoulders and chewing your lip to stay quiet. “Fuck…”
Rhys picks up a slow pace, gentle and loving as the kisses he’s pressing along your collar and neck. He rubs your hips in time with his thrusts, each time hitting just a little deeper, each push a little more pleasurable than the last.
“Please,” you moan, desperate for more, deeper, harder, faster… and he doesn’t give it to you.
He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, shaking his head. “Impatient little thing. It’s bright and early, and you want to have the shit fucked out of you?”
You nod, and he merely chuckles. The sound is low and deep and effectively makes you even wetter around him.
He pulls out, and you open your mouth to whine, but he sweeps you up into his arms, picking you up out of the bed. Before you know it, your bare back is against a wall, and he’s entered you once more, this angle deeper than before.
He picks up a bruising pace immediately, and you moan, capturing his lips in yours to swallow both of your noises. You can’t help but tilt your hips with each thrust, desperately matching his pace as that coil in your abdomen begins to grow tauter.
“Fuck— fuckfuckfuckk—” you hiss against his mouth, clutching at his biceps, his neck, his shoulders — anything to ground you as you’re pulled higher and higher.
“I’ve got you, love,” he groans, slamming into you harder, brushing that spot so deep inside of you—
You come immediately, clenching around him and squeezing your eyes shut, moaning loudly as the pleasure drags you down, down, nearly into unconsciousness as your thighs cramp. Rhys has to hold you up to keep you from falling out of his arms, and he follows you with three sharp thrusts and a low growl, spilling into you.
He kisses you, gently, and you run your hands through his hair, rolling your hips against his once.
“God, I love you,” you murmur, between gasps for air.
“I love you too, darling. I love waking up to you next to me,” he murmurs back, nosing your neck. “I love fucking you first thing in the morning.”
“Round two?” You run a hand down his abdomen, licking your lips. You can’t help it; you want to taste him.
He grins deviously, opening his mouth to reply — but then footsteps sound down the hall, accompanied with what is obviously Cassian whistling. He’s definitely giving you a warning that he’s coming — he could be quieter than that.
“Fuck,” you grumble. “Just a sec.”
Cassian, you speak down the bond. Not done here. Give me half an hour.
What? No. He whines, but his footsteps halt. I’m scheduled to pick you up at seven thirty. It’s my time.
I’m aware. The schedule isn’t supposed to be exact. You guys seem to have an issue with that.
…Isn’t exact reserved time the point of the schedule?
You sigh, shaking your head. “Change of plans. I’m calling a mates’ meeting.”
Half an hour later, all of your mates are gathered at Rhys’s dining table, their calendars sitting in front of them. You sit at the head of the table, decidedly unhappy…
“Alright,” Azriel starts, leaning forward on his elbows. “I’ll break the ice. What’s got you upset, love?”
“What do you think has me upset?” you grit out, glaring over at him.
Azriel suppresses a flinch, leaning back in his seat.
“I’m assuming it has to do with the calendar?” Eris says, gesturing to the calendars in front of them all.
“Uh huh. And why, exactly, did I enact the calendar rule?”
There’s a short pause, and then Lucien responds. “To organize your schedule?”
“Because you wanted more sex,” Cassian corrects him, rubbing his chin. Lucien, Eris, and Rhys whip their heads to look at him, having not been there for that conversation. “But hasn’t that succeeded?”
“More sex, yes. But short sex. Painfully short. You know why? Because I start having sex with one of you. We do the deed. I want more. You want more. Then what happens? Knock knock, someone else comes along and refuses to give up precious time from their slot.”
Cassian looks down and away, making a face. Eris doesn’t look pleased either.
“You guys,” you sigh. “The calendar is flexible. You can deal with having half an hour taken off of your slots. It’s supposed to be a guide, not a strict schedule.”
The males before you begrudgingly grumble in agreement, and you gesture to the calendars.
“Okay, thank you. Now that that’s understood, it’s time to schedule next month’s times. Please open your calendars,” you instruct, opening your own. Everybody follows your lead, so you continue. “I’ve marked in all the slots available, and when I’ll be gone. I have two missions next month; a dragon study and a job for the Winter court clearing out a pair of Banshees. The dragon study I have to do alone, but one of you can tag along on the clearing.”
Azriel immediately reaches for a pen, but not before Eris has already winnowed one into his hand, already writing his name.
“Ah!” you hiss, grabbing Eris’s wrist. “We’re drawing sticks.”
Eris snarls at you on pure instinct, then his face goes slack. “Sorry, sorry— I didn’t mean to—”
Immediately, your four other mates are up out of their seats, teeth bared and ready to attack Eris.
“Dear mother,” you groan. “It was instinct. Everybody down.”
Everyone sits.
“That’s the other thing,” you sigh, waving your hand to winnow in a cup with five sticks in it, all marked with a name. “You all need to work on the hostility. I know it’s difficult. But mistakes will be made, fights will be had, and instinct is instinct.”
Lucien mumbles a ‘sorry’ to Eris, and the rest follow, some less apologetic than others.
You carry on with the meeting, and you draw sticks, deciding the order of who gets to pick first. Cassian, much to his joy, gets first, then Azriel, then Lucien, followed by Rhysand, and in dead last — which you’d bet money was influenced by someone’s magic — is a very salty Eris.
Nevertheless, the dates are set, and you dismiss everyone—
“Hold on,” Azriel cuts in, holding up a finger. “There was a prearranged date with Rhys on here. Why only him?”
“Because he’s set to meet my parents,” the words fly out of your mouth before you realize what you’re saying, and you immediately clamp your jaw shut.
Damn your mouth.
All five heads turn to look at you, shocked faces adorning all but one — Rhys, who knew about this and didn’t question it.
“Why only him?” Eris asks, raising a brow.
“I want to meet your parents!” Cassian pouts, leaning forward against the table.
“I do as well,” Lucien adds, scratching the back of his neck.
“Agreed,” Azriel finishes. “I’m free that time. We could just all meet them at once.”
Agreement runs through the circle, leaving you opening and closing your mouth.
Because there’s one issue.
One little, tiny issue…
“Cauldron boil me,” Eris murmurs, slowly leaning back in his seat. “They don’t know you have more than one mate, do they?”
Ah, yes.
That.
To be continued…
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Y/N hoped that Stefan was lying to him. That at this very moment, Bonnie was doing a locator spell to help bring him home. That Damon knew where Stefan had fled to, and he and Elena were on their way to pick him up. He hoped that when Stefan said no one was coming for him, it was just a clever tactic to scare him into behaving, but deep down, Y/N knew Stefan was telling him the truth.
No one was coming to his rescue. It was just him and Stefan, alone in this chateau. It was like a cold rock had settled itself inside Y/N’s stomach. He had no magic to defend himself from a Ripper vampire. Stefan would never hurt him, but he would punish, and Y/N didn't know what kind of punishments Stefan had in mind for witches who don't behave themselves.
A shiver ran down his spine as Y/N tried not to cry in between making his sandwich upon returning to the living room with Stefan. The vampire had already opened up another blood bag, and was greedily drinking from it. He gave Y/N a suspicious look. As if he knew Y/N was trying not to be sad, or that he could smell it on him.
“Don't be sad, Y/N. I'm a great babysitter. Just do exactly as I tell you, and we won't have a problem.” Stefan said.
Y/N nods. He's been in worse situations than this, but he's always had Stefan to back him up. He's always had Elena, hell, even Damon. Y/N could even count on his magic as well, and now… He didn't have either of those things.
“Good. Now, finish your food, I want to show you to your room.”
“I get a room? What no dungeon downstairs?” Y/N asked.
Stefan smiled bemused. “Of course you get a room, but if you'd prefer to sleep somewhere else that's other than comfortable, I think there's a doghouse out back.”
“No. Bedroom is fine.”
Stefan led him up the staircase, and towards a bunch of rooms and hallways until he opened a door for Y/N. “This is your room.” Y/N walked into the room that had a giant king sized bed with European walls and decorations. With a flat screen TV and coffee maker. “There's a bathroom through there and a closet for all your stuff. This was my old room back in 1864 when Winfield Sutherland invited me to stay with him and his family.”
“Do I wanna know what happened to the Sutherlands?” Y/N asked.
“Probably not.” Stefan shrugged before he got closer to Y/N, until their lips were almost touching. “Don't even think of trying to escape. It won't end well for you, and I'd hate having to punish you on your first night here.” It was a warning. A threat, but there was a hidden meaning underneath it as well. A promise of something more than just punishment, but something of erotic as well.
Y/N nods and gulps. Stefan smirks and walks towards the door. “I'm just down the hall if you need anything.”
“Wait, you're not going to sleep with me?” Y/N asked.
Then he immediately regretted what he said because of how it sounded. He didn't mean it like that at all, but apparently he and Stefan were on the same wavelength, because the vampire gave him a wolfish grin. “Oh, you want me to sleep with you? Such a naughty boy. I figured you'd wait until later on to act like a slut for me.”
Y/N blushed. “That's not what I meant. Now, can you please get out?”
Stefan chuckled and walked off.
After changing into his pajamas, Y/N tucked himself into the comfortable bed and was trying to sleep, when the door to his bedroom opened. There was a blur and some weight was added to the bed. Y/N turned to see a shirtless Stefan Salvatore. His green eyes were trained on the ceiling with his arms behind his head. God he was so handsome with his perfect hair, chiseled features, and sculpted that Y/N remembers running his tongue over. He wanted so desperately to jump Stefan's bones, but he had to be strong. He couldn't give into temptation, otherwise, Stefan would have total control over him.
For now, he would enjoy the warmth of Stefan's body against his own as Y/N closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.
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A/N: Welcome to Chapter Thirteen! Thank you for waiting; I wanted to do it before Christmas, but you know how busy December is. Also find me on AO3: The_Crystal_Quill !
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Masterlist Series Masterlist Introduction Your First Year Letter
Chapter Thirteen ~ One Step Closer
Dear (Y/N),
It’s about time that you wrote me a letter that I didn’t have to share, and I don’t appreciate you keeping secrets from me, but I do enjoy having secrets to keep. I won’t tell anyone; I highly doubt they would be of any help anyway.
First of all, stop looking in the damned library, the answers to your Message aren’t in a book. I suggest you figure out where to go. This Spirit, whoever they are, obviously has something for you to find. They must have been to Hogwarts, or there would have been no point in Contacting you now. It must be there.
I would like to be involved in this, obviously you’re getting nowhere on your own, the only obstacle in my way is the fact that Hogwarts is so far. you should stay at Hogwarts to do some investigating. I will help.
I’ll start to set the seed in Mother and Father’s heads about what it would be like to see your school, I know there is a village near Hogwarts, find out the name for me. Then you can write home and tell them that you want to spend the holidays at Hogwarts – I’ll convince them to travel to see you there, it should be easy to get them to believe it was their idea.
In the mean time, you just look for some clues. I’m sure you can find something to do until I get there.
~ Wednesday
Emotionless, mildly condescending, and straight to the point, just like her sister. It was clear to (Y/N) that Wednesday was rather excited about this enigma; it had only taken a couple of days for her to reply, and she’d obviously put a plan together rather quickly in her eager state.
She really must be bored without (Y/N) there. It was a nice thought, in a way.
(Y/N) didn’t really want to spend the winter holidays at Hogwarts; she’d actually been rather looking forward to sleeping in her own bed and decorating the family tree, standing for another annual portrait and bickering while Lurch painted their every expression, and not to mention the flaming Christmas Pudding that only Grandmama knew how to make. But it seemed that some things were more important – (Y/N) was starting to despise this Spirit for interrupting her life; she was supposed to have a very normal year of magic and studying.
There were no practical lessons so close to the holidays, and most of her classes consisted of reviewing the work they had completed during their first term before it came to an end. For the last thirty-six minutes, she had been writing an essay about Rowena Ravenclaw and her life before and after the creation of Hogwarts, while Professor Binns lectured about how next term they would be looking into the other schools of magic around the world. It was a shame, (Y/N) thought, that Binns had a talent for making a subject so interesting sound so incredibly boring. It seemed the most exciting thing to ever happen to him was his death, and even then his retelling of the event was as dull and lifeless as the corpse which he left behind.
“…Now, Beaubatons, the French academy, that is – you may read it and think it is pronounced ‘beau’ as in ‘beautiful’, but is actually pronounced ‘boar’ like the wild pig, now that I think on it, it’s much like Hogwarts being named from the mole of a hog – anyhow, Beaubatons is in the Pyrenees, and takes students predominantly from, France and Spain, so I suppose they must also have language classes there too. Actually, quite a lot of them seem to speak a few languages, very talented students, they are, so I suppose they must offer language classes. So anyway, as I was saying, Beaubatons school is cloaked under a spell, much like the one that hides the Hogwarts grounds from muggles, but where here they simply get dazed and confused and return themselves away from the area, them being in the Pyrenees means a lot of muggles tend to get themselves lost off the edge of rocks and cliffs and the like, and as unfortunate as that is, it means that the whole area is highly advised against, as far as the muggles are concerned, so in the end it turns out to be not so bad. Sure, there’s a few injuries and the odd death every now and then, but it does a fine job at keeping the muggles away. So, as I was saying…” Sweet Hades take my soul to the depths of Styx already, (Y/N) thought. If he carried on any longer she may just pull her ears off, and her peers seemed to suffer similarly. Listening to Binns’ unique way of speaking was somehow the verbal equivalent of watching paint dry; his tone was slow and monotonous as if he were bored of it himself, and he drawled through each sentence like a snail, droning on and on, digression after digression, to the point where it’s hard to even hear what exactly he’s talking about over the constant sound. And don’t even get started on what it was like to get trapped in a conversation with him – there was no escaping the relentless torture of word after word for what felt like hours, and there was no helping his victims chained in place by the requirement to be polite to your elders.
Sharing her desk was Saoirse, of course, but (Y/N) had noticed she’d fallen asleep some time ago – Binns had quite the power for doing that. Now would be the perfect time for some earphones, yet another con to muggle technology not working at Hogwarts; she’d once wanted to ask why that was, but she dreaded how long the answer would take.
‘Rowena Ravenclaw then decided that her house would be one for students who valued wisdom and knowledge above all else, and created an environment which would nurture their minds and mould her students into some of the brightest witches and wizards at Hogwarts.’ (Y/N) wrote, hoping to finish her essay before the class ended so she wouldn’t have it for homework. Only ten minutes left until the bell would sound and release them from their torture.
When there was only four minutes left, (Y/N) nudged Saoirse with her elbow, waking her almost immediately; they had learned that it was best to leave as soon as the bell rang, rather than risk being caught up in a conversation with the professor, it was a mad-dash to leave.
As she rolled up her essay and put her quill away, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to write in her letter home. Wednesday must have already set the seed of seeing Hogwarts, as she’d put it, so now she needed to request that she stay. Only, she was finding it a little tricky to think up a reason for the strange request; in almost every letter (Y/N) had mentioned how she couldn’t wait to return home, what could possibly make her want to stay?
She needed a lie, and a good one at that.
When the bell finally dismissed them, the girls grabbed their bags and cloaks and exited the classroom. As December had rolled around, the snow was starting to fall each night, leaving a light layer on the grounds, and the hallways were becoming even more chilled than before. It was the perfect amount of cold for (Y/N); her breath fogged slightly in front of her, and she could wear comfortable layers, and feel like she was taking a lovely trip through the morgue.
The hallways gradually warmed up as they got closer to the Great Hall, their ever-burning fires seemed to heat the whole room, and the toasty warmth was trapped between the walls. Magic, probably, stopped the heat from escaping through the brickwork.
At the Slytherin table, (Y/N) sat and thought of what to write in her letter while Saoirse started a conversation about her latest obsession: vampires. “Wait, you really didn’t know they were real?” (Y/N) asked as she fiddled with the golden goblet in front of her. She sometimes forgot that Saoirse was raised by very ordinary muggles.
“I thought they were just a myth, like an old folk-tale, y’know?” Answered Saoirse with a wave of her arm, she gestured often when she spoke, (Y/N) noticed. “Like Dracula.”
“Dracula was real too.” She replied, amused at the way Saoirse dropped her hands on the table and gawked.
“What?” She said, moving her hair out of her face to pay proper attention to her friend. “Explain, now.”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) succumbed to the distraction. “Count Dracula was from Romania, he came to Whitby by ferry, and he lived and died there. The story got a bit exaggerated through time, but he was very real. In fact, you can learn all about him in my town.” She was ready to leave it there as she saw her other roommates enter the room and look for them, but she thought one last piece of information would be worth sharing. “Local legend says he’s buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the town, but he’s actually buried in the Addams Cemetery next to my Great-Great-Uncle Wolfgang Addams.”
“WHAT?”
Dear Mother and Father,
I have so been looking forward to returning home for the holidays, as you know. But there has been an unfortunate incident involving a friend of mine and a carnivorous plant in one of the herbology greenhouses. She is having to spend the holidays in the hospital wing and can’t go home. I know you have been excited for me to be back home, but I may have already agreed to stay here so my friend wouldn’t be alone. Is that alright? I feel terrible about it all, but I’ve heard Christmas at Hogwarts is something to be awed. Perhaps you could send my gifts here? Or we can save them for the next holidays? It’s such a shame you can’t come here.
I have been practising my sword skills in the Forbidden Forest, luckily the cold weather means that few people are outside to see me. Sadly, I haven’t seen any terrible creatures in the forest, no ghouls or monsters, but there’s still time.
My lessons have been going well; my potions are near perfect, herbology has been coming naturally to me, and I only fell off of my broom once. Though, Transformation is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated.
The Hogwarts Express leaves from Hogsmeade Station early on Saturday morning next week, and I’ve agreed to accompany Saoirse as she boards. I look forward to hearing back from you.
~ (Y/N)
It wasn’t a perfect lie, but it would do. (Y/N) was attaching the letter to Mortis’ long leg as he finished up the steak and kidney pie she brought him, hoping he wouldn’t get too cold during his long flight. She’d already sent a note to Wednesday, informing her of the name of the nearest town and any updates on her mystery. With luck, she could easily convince them to stay in Hogsmeade – it would be a shame to not see them all for the winter – perhaps (Y/N) could sneak Wednesday into school.
“Go on then, Mortis.” She said to the great bird, giving his strong back a pat. “Fly back home as quickly as you can, I’ll see you soon.” (Y/N) took a step back, and watched as the vulture gave her a farewell nod and spread out his massive wings, diving from the tall tower and catching the wind to take him south. She watched until the giant creature turned into a brown-ish blur and disappeared into the white horizon, hoping it didn’t snow on his journey.
The trail back to the castle was long and peaceful; dark fir and pine tree tops were dusted in white and the snow on the ground had set a foot deep already, crunching beneath her shiny black boots with each step. For a while, that was the only sound she heard, until she neared the castle grounds and saw that there were students dotted around – some were settled around the courtyard some were walking through the fields to the iced-over lake, and two identical red-heads were throwing snowballs either at their friends or at unfortunate bystanders.
(Y/N) tugged on her leather gloves and tightened the emerald scarf around her neck, feeling a chill breeze redirect her way. She was pondering returning to the library to once more search for a useful book in the Divination section; she had all but given up on that idea, there was no way she could search through so many on her own, but she’d hate to admit that Wednesday was right.
She was just ascending the salted stone steps that lead into the castle, when she felt a soft pat on her head, and cold water melting into her hair and run down her neck. (Y/N) froze, and the whole courtyard seemed to freeze with her. A curse was muttered from behind her, and she turned to face the culprit. Maybe a dozen people were in the open area, all staring wide-eyed between the black-clad Addams heir and the group of damp third-year boys at the centre of it all. Three of the boys took a step back, pointing at their red-head friends accusingly, who watched warily for her reaction. (Y/N) said nothing, waiting for them to go first.
They straightened themselves out, faces pale from the cold and shock, noses red, gloves wet, both covered in snow. They looked to each other briefly, seemingly deciding what to do. “It was him!” The one of the left exclaimed, pointing to his brother.
The second twin gasped and put his hands up in surrender, shooting his brother a horrified expression of betrayal. “It was an accident, I swear!” He defended, giving her what he hoped was a sincerely apologetic look, crossing his heart with his forefinger. “I was aiming for Lee!”
A boy on the right threw his hands up, mirroring the look of innocence his accuser displayed. “Don’t drag me into this, you’re just a crappy shot.”
“Oi!”
“Well you’re the one who hit her!”
It was clear a petty argument was about to break out, so (Y/N) turned to face them fully from the third step and crossed her arms, successfully regaining their focus. They expected her to yell, to scream, to throw insults and curses. But she didn’t – she already had their attention; she didn’t have to cause a scene to get what she wanted.
All eyes were on them as the boys looked between themselves and her nervously; the longer she stood silent, the more anxious they became, wondering what she might do. Nothing in her face or body language gave away any indication of what she was thinking. Lee elbowed the twin nearest to him, seeming to snap him into some sort of action. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.” The guilty red-head said, pulling his knitted hat over his ears as he gave her another genuine expression.
There was a pause of complete silence, all lesser-noises absorbed by the blanketed snow, as everyone watched. Then, with only a single, small nod, (Y/N) turned and continued on her way, leaving them to their business.
Sometimes (Y/N) forgot about the reputation she’d somehow accumulated since her arrival, after all, she did very little to build it. Somehow, in simply being herself, people had made her (and her family) to be some sort of fantastical being of dark and mysterious origin. Saoirse often made her feel so normal, that she often forgot that, in the eyes of everyone else, she wasn’t. So it wasn’t too drastic of her to assume something as simple as a rogue snowball may have been thrown on purpose, she thought. But an apology was all she needed, and the boy was polite enough to give a sincere one. So perhaps not everyone outside of her inner circle was all that bad, even if they thought some truth was behind the rumours about her.
It was half-past eleven on a Saturday morning, exactly one week before the Winter holidays, which meant that the library would be full of people finishing up assignments and catching up on reading. As she entered the quiet hall, she was unsurprised to see most people wearing Ravenclaw jumpers. Making her way towards the back, (Y/N) passed a table piled high with books; curiously, she peered around a stack to see Hermione in a discussion with her two Gryffindor friends. “This is taking forever, I don’t know where else to look.”
“I know I’ve read his name somewhere.” Harry said, flicking through a copy of Great Wizards Of The Twentieth Century, before Ron nudged him in the arm and nodded to their observer. “Oh, um… hi…” He said, drawing back slightly, as if unsure of what to say. It was then that (Y/N) noticed how Harry didn’t seem to ever say her name – perhaps, (Y/N) considered, he simply hadn’t decided on if he should call her by her first name or her last.
“That’s quite a lot of books,” (Y/N) commented, busying herself with undoing her coat.
“Yeah well, we’ve been doing quite a lot of reading.” Said Ron with a slight edge of defence. (Y/N) couldn’t understand why, it seemed to her a silly thing to defend.
Normally, (Y/N) would have resigned the attempt at conversation. But given that these were Hermione’s friends, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to show a little effort – she thought it was very grown-up of her. “Anything interesting?”
The answers from each of them varied, but Hermione simply huffed at them and turned to her. “(Y/N), do you know anything about Nicolas Flamel?” She asked, ignoring Ron’s noise of protest.
(Y/N) hummed as she removed her scarf and hung it on her arm. “Can’t say I’ve heard of him. Why?”
“No reason.” Said Ron, closing his book and moving it aside, interrupting Hermione before she shared too much.
Hermione only sent him a glare and ignored his frown of disapproval. “We’ve looked everywhere but we just can’t seem to find anything on him. The only place we haven’t checked is the Restricted Section.”
“The Restricted Section?” (Y/N) repeated, wondering why a library would hide books rather than share them. “What’s in there?”
“Mostly books on restricted topics, advanced dark magic and the likes.” The intelligent girl explained, turning to look to the back of the library. “Unfortunately, you can’t go in without a consent form, and that’s never going to happen.”
“Well, can’t you just ask the librarian? Surely she’ll know something about this Flamel.” (Y/N) offered, though she was clearly intrigued.
Harry shook his head. “No way, she’ll tell on us for sure.” He said, but the moment he did his eyes widened and Ron made another frustrated groan.
(Y/N) raised a brow and felt her curiosity grow. “So it’s a secret, this Flamel stuff?” She guessed, and it seemed she hit the nail right on the head.
“Look, you can’t tell anyone.” Ron stressed, moving the stack of books from between them so she could see all of him properly. “It’s very important that no one finds out about any of it.”
(Y/N) nodded, she wasn’t one for spreading secrets. “Of course.” Seeing then that she had nothing more to offer, and not long before lunch, (Y/N) stepped away from the table to take her leave. “I’ll let you to it then, I’ll see you here in the week, Hermione.” She said, then gave a nod to the group and made her way to the Divination section.
She thought that went relatively well; at least this time they actually talked with her.
With her coat and scarf placed safely on a desk chair, (Y/N) chose a shelf to scour, and began her ascent up the ladders to have a look at the M’s. Perhaps today was a good day to go through Meteoromancy: Secrets in Storms. She did love the sweet lull of thunder.
The Great Hall was decorated beyond (Y/N)’s expectations; snow dusted trees standing twenty feet tall at the front of the room, snowflakes falling from the ceiling only to fade away halfway down, colourful ribbons and garlands hung on the walls, and everything smelt of cinnamon and pine.
It was all very light and bright and colourful… it only made her miss the smooth blacks and blood reds of their tree at home.
At the Slytherin table, (Y/N) sat picking at a bowl of fruit as everyone discussed the holidays; Saoirse was looking forward to returning to her home most of all, telling Millicent all about her dog and how much she’d missed him. (Y/N) wished she was going back to Whitby – the beachside town was so charming in the winter; there were rarely any tourists, the wind was icy cold from the sea breeze, and the famed abbey looked so beautifully haunted covered in snow and salt-ice. The Addams Manor would be decorated with silky blacks, silvers, reds, white, and plum; the tree decorated with skulls and spiderwebs, piles of gifts wrapped in black paper; and the games they would play would bring a smile even to Wednesday’s face (especially when they played autopsy).
There were exclamations of excitement and dozens of owls came flying down from the highest windows carrying letters and packages to their owners, dropping them in their laps. Saoirse, Millicent, and Bridgit tore open their letters eagerly, as (Y/N) waited for Mortis to deliver a letter from her parents.
“I’ll just be a minute,” said Bridgit after a gulp of pumpkin juice, standing with a letter in hand, “this one’s addressed to me and my brother, I need to catch him before he goes to class.” She explained with a huff, turning to find him at the Gryffindor table.
Saoirse leaned across the table to stab her fork into an untouched sausage on Bridgit’s plate, then put her own letter safely in her bag. “What about yours?” She asked Millicent. “That from your parents?”
Millicent nodded, fiddling with the page in her hand. “Yeah, just how they’re looking forward to me going back and all that. Not very long, though.”
A moment later there was a scuffle of wings from the high window as a few owls rushed out of the way, making room for Mortis to fold his enormous wings to fit through, then reopen them again to glide down. He had the usual black envelope in his talons, dropping it for his young mistress to open, and bending his head low for a pat. “Good morning, Mortis.” She greeted him as she dragged an unused knife under the fold of the envelope to reveal the off-white paper inside. “Go get something to eat.” She said, watching him waddle over to a plate of bacon; his walk might have been cute, if it weren’t for the sharp talons that tapped the table with each heavy footfall that showed his weight. With all of the long-distance flights and buffet of foods, he really was getting bigger by the month.
(Y/N) unfolded the pages to read her mother’s swirling black handwriting.
Dear (Y/N),
We understand your desire to stay at Hogwarts with your friend. If you had something to do with the injury, it shows good character that you would agree to make up for it, & for that we are very proud of you. Pugsley would very much like to know more about the injury and how it came about, & if there were any limbs lost or infected wounds. Well, you will be able to tell him yourself. After we received your letter, Wednesday subtly pointed out how Hogsmeade is a popular visit this time of year, & how it isn’t too far from your school – she will deny it to her dying breath, but I believe she misses you more than she’ll admit. But nonetheless, we agree. We have made reservations at the Hog’s Head, & will be arriving on Sunday 22nd and staying until January 5th. As for you, you may stay with us or at Hogwarts with your friend, we can make arrangements for whatever you decide. I’ve included a note for the deputy headmistress in the envelope, if you would please give it to her.
We are all so looking forward to seeing you, Darling. It has been far too long already.
Missing you,
Mother
X
(Y/N) let out a small sigh; Wednesday might not have been as subtle as she’d said, but her intentions worked out anyway – and her family believed the lie she’d crafted, so all was well.
She folded the letter back into the envelope and took out the page written for McGonnagal, curious to be sure that she hadn’t written anything about the lie, but was relieved to read only about last-minute plans to Hogsmeade. (Y/N) would be glad to deliver it at the end of her Transfiguration class.
A tap on the arm brought (Y/N) back up from the page, seeing Saoirse collect her bag and grab a biscuit. “C’mon, we’ve got Potions.” She said, and (Y/N) noticed she had Millicent’s letter in hand.
“Why do you have that?” She asked as they made their way out of the Hall.
“She left it on the table, I’ll give it to her in class.”
The Dungeons were icy at this time of year, which was no surprise really – actually, what was a surprise was that they let students live down there in the damp and the cold. Their breaths fogged up in the air as they descended the steps and turned down the classroom’s corridor, seeing most students already at their desks, still wearing their robes and gloves. Saoirse gave a quick indication towards Millicent, nodding to (Y/N) as she returned the letter.
Snape entered the classroom with a swish of a cloak, glaring at those left standing around. “Be seated.” He demanded with upturned lips, watching as everyone shuffled to the nearest table. Truly, that man shouldn’t be working with children.
(Y/N) saw a spare seat in the centre-left of the room, where Rahim was sitting alone, and decided to occupy it (seeing as Saoirse had panicked and immediately sat with Millicent). She gave him a nod in greeting, receiving a shy smile in return as she unloaded her textbook, notes, and parchment onto her side of the desk.
“Today we will review the Forgetfulness Potion.” Snape drawled, and if it weren’t for the fact that so many of them were scared of him, many students would be lulled back to sleep by his monotonous voice. “This includes ingredients, directions, effects, cures, and history. Find the page in your textbooks, and I want an essay of at least two feet before the end of class, or you will be finishing an extra foot for homework.” There were a few groans from the back of the room, which he ignored completely. “You’ll do well to pay attention – you will be tested on it at the start of your next term, and it will be included in your final exam at the end of the year, along with the many other potions and ingredients that we cover.”
For a long while, there was near-silence in the room, only the scratching of quills and the low mumbles and whispers of discussions. And as (Y/N) was writing about the effects of the potion (which she was already having a hard time remembering), she felt a cramp in her hand and decided to take a short break.
Rahim was writing quickly, copying a list from his textbook rather efficiently, until he noticed the bored look on his friend’s face as she studied a satisfying lower-case ‘b’ on his paper. “Um… you alright?”
Nodding, (Y/N) continued to rub her hand as she glanced in the direction of their professor, seeing he was busy marking papers with vague disappointment. “Yes, just… in need of a break.” She answered truthfully.
Rahim nodded and straightened himself out, hiding a yawn behind his hand. “Yeah, me too. But at least there’s not long before the holidays.”
(Y/N) hummed, deciding against mentioning how she was staying back. “Yeah, you can finally spend some time away from the library.” She teased, as if she wasn’t in there far more than him.
Humming a laugh, the boy gave her another shy smile, half-hidden by his dark hair. He seemed to be considering something, opening and then closing his mouth hesitantly.
(Y/N) realised that she couldn’t recall ever having a conversation with Rahim alone; they were always accompanied by Saoirse or Hermione. Perhaps that was why he was hesitating – or maybe it just made him all the more shy. “What is it?”
Rahim scrunched his brows slightly, before opting to say what was on his mind. “Well, uh… I was just wonderin’… about them books you’re always reading from the library…” He finally said, fidgeting with his quill and smudging his fingers with the first ink-stains of the day. “They’re just a bit… um… odd… I guess.”
She could tell he was trying very hard not to offend her, which she found very endearing, and was pleased that he was putting such effort into his phrasing. She thought perhaps that he could be trusted with the vague truth; after all, he didn’t have anyone to tell secrets too, other than Saoirse maybe. But (Y/N) was too tired to think up clever lies – it was a skill she’d have to work on. “I received a Message from a spirit, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.” She strategically answered.
To her surprise, Rahim didn’t seem all too shocked by this. Given his quiet nature, she’d expected a bit more of… a reaction. But instead, he seemed to be thinking over her answer seriously. “Spirit? Like a ghost?”
She waved a hand in a ‘sort of’ gesture. “Kind of… but a more dead ghost than a… living... ghost?” She cringed — not so elegantly put.
Rahim thought nothing of the peculiar answer, going along with it in understanding. “Well… where’ve you been lookin’?”
(Y/N) shrugged. “Well, just about everything really. Auramancy, Occulomancy, Tarot, runes… so far I haven’t found anything helpful.”
“And Necromancy wasn’t any help?”
She stopped. For the first time in a while, her brain seemed to stutter and freeze. Necromancy.
Necromancy.
Oh how the hell did she not think of Necromancy?
“Oh… I am such an idiot.” She muttered, massaging her forehead in frustration. It was so obvious now, she seriously questioned where her head had been all this time. “Rahim, it’s extremely rare that I’ll ever say this again, but I owe you one.” (Y/N) said, earning another shy smile from the boy.
She had one last shelf to check in the library.
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