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and of course Skara the strategist is psyched <3
Honestly, though, I just wanna take a sec to appreciate Bump again, because I feel like he’s had one of the steadiest and subtlest character developments of the show. Even when he let Luz in to Hexside he noted that he’s ‘not a stooge’ and wouldn’t rat her out, but at the same time he was incredibly beholden to the coven system, requiring her to join a track until the school nearly got knocked apart by a basilisk, sucking up to the ‘inspector’ for funding, etc. Now he’s not just letting students multitrack, but he’s actively fighting against the Emperor’s Coven for them. This man is heading a rebellion to recover a student who’s basically been arrested without charge. I appreciate him.
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Hii!
Could you possibly do a Percy Jackson smut with Percy fucking the brat out of reader, his rival? Rough sex with degrading and praise pls and ty 🫶🏼🫶🏼
A/n:This was quite an interesting request for me to write, thank you for the idea! All character have been aged up (19-20)
More than rivalry
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Summary: Percy gets jealous seeing you (his rival) with another boy and decides to fuck you to make sure you remember that you are his but you end up being too cocky for his liking
Warnings: smut, degradation
Pairing: Percy x daughter of Zeus! Reader
Reader pov:
I was practising my archery skills with some Apollo kids and we were actually having a lot of fun
Over the time I had spent Robert over the past few days perfecting my archery we both really grew close together
He was one of the very few people at camp who were actually friends with me for me and not because I was Zeus’s daughter.
While we were training I clumsily fell over a rock and was about to go crash into the ground but Robert caught me in time.
We stayed in the position for a little bit not knowing what to do.
We looked at each other with soft and gentle eyes, like how friends would rather than people who like each other though it seemed otherwise to most.
It was a sweet moment we both were trying to savour when a bellowing voice split us apart
“Oi thunder witch! What are you doing, let the poor guy out of his misery and do some practising on your own yea?” Yelled the voice that I really didn’t want to hear right now
Percy motherfucking Jackson
“Ocean ass how about you go bother someone else. He’s here with me at his own will for your kind information. Care more about your friends yea?” I retorted
I wanted to leave the arena as fast as possible so I bid Robert goodbye and left for my cabin
Percy pov:
Crisis averted.
I didn’t let Robert and y/n have their moment.
Why the fuck out of all the girls here does Robert have to go for y/n?
He has like a hundred girls dying for him.
Doesn’t he know she’s mine?
I know we seem like enemies but I wish to fuck like every second of the day at this point
She’s just so beautiful and that attitude damn.
I had a plan to get y/n away from every other guy, not just Robert.
Reader pov:
I was sitting in my cabin reading a book when I heard a knock on my door
That’s odd, I thought
Nobody was usually free at this hour in the evening
Everyone was too busy scheming for capture the flag except me of course
I wasn’t allowed to participate along with Percy since we were a tad bit overpowered
I walked over and opened the door and before I could figure out who it was they shoved me against the wall and started kissing me
I pushed the figure away and tried to run but they caught me
“Don’t try to run bitch. You need to be taught a lesson. Now be a good little slut and listen to what I say or the consequences will be severe for you” the figure whispered in my ear.
Then I realised who it was
Percy.
I was feeling cocky today so I decided to tease him a little
“You sure you can be intimidating and dominating seaweed brain? I don’t think you can even satisfy me forget punishing me”I replied with a smirk gracing my features
“Oh you asked for this whore. By the time I’m done with you you will be so dumb for my cock that you won’t even remember your name. Just you wait “ he said in a Husky voice which turned me on more than I would like to admit
He started removing my clothes as fast as he could and I couldn’t help but sneak in a cheeky comment
“Desperate are we?” Boy oh boy was this a bad decision
“I’m going to fuck that cocky attitude right out of you. You really just can’t keep your mouth shut can you whore?” Percy said and threw me in my bed
Undressing himself he got on the bed and made his way towards me like a predator approaching its prey
He moved my panties to the side and roughly shoved his cock inside me without any warning
“A-ah p-p-Percy that hurts sto-“ I was cut off by a slap I received
“Shut the fuck up slut. You were the one who was acting all cocky just a few minutes ago. Bitches like you don’t deserve to be cared for” Percy panted as he continued thrusting in and out
His pace was ungodly. He kept thrusting in and out of me letting my pussy drink up his cock
I felt like I was losing my mind as he hit my g-spot repeatedly completely abusing it
“O-oh fuck your pussy is tight. G-gods I’m going to come. Ah yea just like that” He whispered huskily
“I am going to cum too Percy” I told him
“No no. You don’t get to cum you little slut. You’ve been a really back whore for me. You don’t get to cum today, deal with it yourself” Percy said as he came in me
He got dressed quickly and left leaving me a panting and unsatisfied mess
Goddamit jackson.
A/n: let me know if you guys liked this fic or if you have any feedback! Requests are still on hold unfortunately but they’ll be opened soon. Kissies ✨
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hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mattheo x sweet! Slytherin reader where the other Slytherins are picking on her because they don't believe she's a Slytherin. And maybe Mattheo saves her and tells her that he likes her.
Mattheo's Girl
Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x Sweet!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, minor bullying, and my shitty writing.
A/n: Sorry for the really long wait. School year started three weeks ago and things have been hectic. I'll try to update and write as much as I can but if I don't update in a long time please don't think I'm ignoring your requests! I'll get to them as soon as I can.
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Y/n, was the sweetest girl in Hogwarts. Many found it hard to believe she was in Slytherin.
She'd never say no to anyone, she'd always offer to help, and there wasn't a single mean bone in her body.
She was walking to class, a little hop in her step as always, when she was that a few of her fellow Slytherins were making fun of Neville. Poor Neville, she thought.
They tripped him causing all of his books to scatter on the floor while they walked away laughing.
Y/n immediately went over and helped him pick his books up.
"Sorry about them," She sighed as she helped him pick his books up.
"I'm used to it," He said which made the girl's heart ache for the boy.
"You shouldn't be. Boys like them are the reason Slytherin have such a bad name," Y/n said as they both stood up. She handed him his books.
"Atleast Slytherin has you to show that not all Slytherins are evil," Neville said smiling at her kindly.
She returned it with a bright and kind smile before saying goodbye to Neville before he walked off.
The Slytherin boys that tripped Neville didn't go far and watched the whole exchange. Giving her nasty and disgusted looks.
When Neville left they walked up to her, "You shouldn't help a pathetic excuse of a wizard like him."
Y/n turned around and faced the towering boys, "You really shouldn't bully people, it's not nice," She replied.
The boys laughed, "You're also a fucking pathetic excuse of a witch. You don't belong in Slytherin."
"I'm sorry that you think that," Y/n said, "I have to get to class. Good day to you."
She turned on her heels and walked as fast as she could, completely ignoring the calls from the boys.
Mattheo glared at the boys who were making rude remarks about Y/n as she walked away. His jaw clenched, how could anyone ever want to heart an angel like her?
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In the common room, Mattheo and the rest of the boys in his friend group sat comfortably on the sofas. Pansy and Y/n were at the table.
Pansy was struggling in Astronomy so Y/n offered to help her.
"This stuff doesn't make sense," Pansy said sighing as she placed her head in her hands, "I'm fucking over it."
"No need to swear," Y/n said, "You just have to simplify it for yourself. Try to remember the constellations with riddles that you make up for yourself. Example, my very easy method just speeds up nothing, My is Mercury, Very is Venus, Easy is Earth and then you should know the rest."
Pansy nodded and went quiet for a moment, thinking. "Oh! I got one. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. Major is Big so Great Bear and Minor is small so Little Bear."
Y/n smiled brightly, "That's one of the easiest ones but yes! You got it."
"Thank you, N/n. I don't know what I'd do without you," Pansy smiled as she leaned over and hugged Y/n.
"You're welcome, Pans. We can continue tomorrow night. I think we both need a rest," Y/n said. They packed Pansy's stuff and Pansy went to sit with the boys while Y/n took the books over to the bookshelves that were in the common room.
The boys from earlier came up behind her, "Studying hard to make up for you being a pathetic Slytherin?" One said.
"You can't cancel out the fact that you're pathetic by getting good grades you know," The other one said.
"Trying to get good grades is not an excuse to 'make up' or as you boys say to 'cancel out' anything. I'm simply determined to succeed in life. If you boys are struggling with anything. I could always tutor you," She said and they burst out laughing.
Their laughter caught his eye. His eyes immediately darkened and his demeanor changed.
"Oh I don't like that look," Enzo said as he saw the look on Mattheo's face.
Enzo turned and saw Y/n with the boys, "Oh, I see."
"They've been bothering her. Calling her names behind her back and telling her she's pathetic when she helped Neville the other day," Pansy said, "She told me about it and said it doesn't bother her, but I can hear her cry at night."
"This has to stop," Theo said.
"It will," Mattheo said as he stood up and walked over to them.
"You don't deserve to be in Slytherin you good for nothing little bi-" The one started before he was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall.
"You say one more thing to her, or come near her ever again, I will fuck you up," Mattheo spat in his face.
"Mattheo, stop," Y/n said trying to pull him off. Tears were threatening to fall. Things were getting too overwhelming.
"Oh yeah? Is that it?" The boy mocked, "You're not gonna kill me? Not a daddy's boy after all."
Mattheo's fist came flying into the boy's jaw. Soon enough the other boy's joined in, resulting in Theo, Enzo, Blaise and Draco to join in.
The tears ran down Y/n's cheeks as she fled the scene. Pansy trying to follow her but she lost her.
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Y/n walked back to the common room later that night. She spent her time in the Room of Requirement, crying and trying to calm herself down.
It worked, but one tiny thing might set her off. Like the fact that Mattheo has been waiting for her the whole night long in the common room.
She bit her tongue, trying not to cry, "Where have you been?" Mattheo asked as soon as he saw her. He stood up and walked over to her, "Are you alright?"
Y/n looked at him and saw the bruises on his face along with the spots of blood.
"I'm fine, come on, let's go clean you up," She said as she pulled him to the nearest bathroom which is the bathroom in her and Pansy's shared dorm.
She made him sit on the edge of the bath as she took out a rag and put it under the running tap.
"Why did you run away?" Mattheo asked as she was cleaning his face.
"Everything got too much to handle," She replied, "You didn't have to do that. I can handle them."
"I can't," Mattheo said.
Y/n halted her movements and looked at him. He looked up and made eye contact, "What do you mean?"
"I can't handle them hurting you. I can't handle you crying yourself to sleep at night over them hurting you," He said.
She sighed, "Pansy?" Mattheo nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I didn't want to bother you," She said.
"You never bother me," He replied as he stood up. He looked down at her, their faces mere inches apart.
Mattheo leaned down and Y/n stood on her toes just before their lips met. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips.
They pulled apart after a few moments, lips still brushing against each other.
"I will never let anyone hurt you again. As long as you're mine, even after you're not, which by the way will never happen, no one will ever hurt you," He said.
She smiled sweetly up at him, "Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?"
Mattheo smiled, "Yes, it is," He said.
"Well, then I accept," She said.
Mattheo's smile only widened before he placed his lips on hers again.
He'll keep his promise.
No one, will hurt her ever again.
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FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY
18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?
Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry
Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.
It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?
I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.
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“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.
“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.
“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.
It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-
Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.
Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.
Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room
They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’
Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.
You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.
“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.
“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.
Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.
“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.
“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.
“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.
“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-
Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.
“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)
“You know..” Wanda started
“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.
Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.
They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.
“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered
Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.
“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.
That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.
You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.
Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.
“You- you di-“ you started weakly
Wanda shushed you.
“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.
“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.
“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said
You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.
“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful
“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.
Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”
Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.
“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.
Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.
Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”
Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.
“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.
You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.
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I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.
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Hi! Can I request having sex with Al haitham while kaveh is in the house doing his project?👀 kinks could be a mix! Choose whatever!🙏
Oh I got the perfect little drabble for this one Anon!
Pairing: Al-Haitham x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, praise, dirty talk, pillow biting, Reader is loud
A/N: Al-Haitham and Kaveh would be such little shits to each other if they had a girlfriend over I just know it.
The moment you felt your orgasm approaching you made a grab for the pillow nearby, squeezing it tight against your chest and biting into it, your nails digging deep into its softness. Al-Haitham pulled on your ankles, slamming your hips against his faster and faster the more your moans got muffled.
"What's wrong cutie? Won't you let me hear you? Or are you worried about Kaveh hearing you?" You shook your head, eyes shut tight, too afraid to open them and let him see the look in your eyes. "You've been making such pretty sounds up until now. Such a damn shame. But I can't force you. I'll just have to replace them with these." His hands grabbed at your hips, fingers surely bruising you as his hips hammered and smacked against yours, his balls echoing with a loud slap witch each hard thrust.
With his cock hitting so deep not even the pillow could help you much, "S' deep! Ka- He'll- What if-!"
"What if? What if we get caught? Heh, he already knows your pussy takes my cock on the daily. Even in my office you can't help yourself, you have to keep my cock hard and warm for yourself. Almost got us caught a few times because of that libito of yours. Why hold back now?" You yelped when he yanked the pillow away and crossed your hands above your head, his fingers keeping them in place, "I want you to scream my name when you come."
With Kaveh close by this could only serve one purpose: to make him jealous. For what reason you didn't know yet but you couldn't say no with Al-Haitham looming over you, fucking you so deep, making your pussy feel both loved and abused by his big cock.
"Haitham!" You struggled to get free but with both your legs and hands being held the most you could do was lean upwards to ask for a kiss, "Please, please kiss me when I come." Al-Haitham bent down, his lips brushing against yours, waiting, "Haitham! Haitham! Coming!" You felt him go over the edge right with you, his cum overflowing into your pussy, his kiss delivered right on time to interrupt you screaming his name half-way.
"Good girl. That'll teach him to look your way." Ah. So he was the jealous one this whole time. And this was his way of making sure Kaveh stays away.
An interesting strategy for sure.
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{A few days after that weird encounter, Ghost, Soap and Gaz are at a small bar in town.]
Soap, nudging Ghost in the side: Et, Lt, Check it out it’s yer girlfriend.~
Ghost, looks at him like he grew six heads:...
Gaz: The lady who caught us in her backyard and ask if we were on drugs?
{Ghost looks over his shoulder to see they weren’t joking, it was her. She was with a man and both looked annoyed at each other’s presence as they sat down behind the three solders.]
Man:
Are you seriously looking at me and telling me that I’m wrong?!
R/n:
Oh, come on, Dude! They have one female servicing a large group of males. That implies a species that lays eggs!
Man:
Oh my God, you're crazy! They're so obviously mammals!
R/n:
Please! She'd be in estrus 24/7 if she didn't lay eggs!
Man:
Smurfs don't lay eggs! I won't tell you this again! Papa Smurf has a fucking beard! They're mammals! Christ! This is as stupid as Your “the North witch is a princess.” debate!
R/n:
She’s wears a pink puffy gown, has a tiara. And came down from the sky in a sparkly bubble! If that doesn’t scream “I’m a princess” then what does!?
Bartender: HEY! L/N, MAN’S NAME! STOP FUCKING YELLING AT EACH OVER CARTOONS OR GET THE FUCK OUT, YER DISTURBING THE OTHER CUSTOMERS!
[R/n and her friend sheepish quiet down and order some drinks, R/n goes to get her beer when she pauses and stares at Ghost perplex.]
R/n: Wait,...Don’t I know you?
Ghost: Doubtfu-
R/n: No, those eyes...*snaps her fingers* Yeah, yeah! You’re that soldier fro-- Epp!
[Ghost jumps off his stool, quickly grabs R/n’s arm pulls her towards the backdoor.]
Ghost: You said you’d forget about that!
R/n: You really thought I’d pretend like I didn’t catch a bunch armed men in my backyard getting ready to raid my neighbor’s house? …Maybe you are on drugs.
Ghost, flatly: I’m not on drugs...
R/n: Right, whatever. Can I have my arm back, or do you want my number first?
Ghost:...Is the good witch Glenda a princess?
{That’s how Ghost got R/n’s number.]
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📚 Small Intro To Polytheism📚
One of the most frequent asks I receive is how and where to get started when it comes to polytheism. This is a fairly broad subject and I’ll try to be as general as I can for advice but I will include specific references for Norse polytheists as that’s my shit. This information can be used to help you find a pantheon or to help you pick deities to work with it. If you’d like to use it to pick a patron deity that’s super, if you want to worship 20 gods and not have a patron deity that’s cool too. You do you dude. Please keep in mind this is all reflective of my research and personal practice. 🌻
Picking A Pantheon/Deity
This really boils down to personal preference. You’ll read a lot of posts and books that tell you many different ways and it’s entirely up to you because it is your practice. That being said, there’s a couple of different ways to go about it.
Research! This is one of my favorite ways to delve in. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with reading the stories of multiple pantheons and picking on that calls to you. You can also talk to other devotees and see what they have to say about deities and their religions. It is important to keep in mind that some religions are closed so please do proper research!
For example, I wasn’t originally a Norse pagan. I read some stories and thought the Hellenic pantheon would best suit me. I reached out to Eros for a while but after feeling no real connection to the pantheon I continued my research! After reading up on the Norse pantheon I decided to reach out to them out. Obviously, I fucking loved it because here I am. Point being, you can pick a pantheon based on research and not some divine message or whatever. You are also more than welcome to try out a religion, decide it doesn’t suit you, and move on.
Divination! You can use runes, a pendulum, tarot, etc.This can go a few different ways. You can write pantheon/deity names on separate pieces of paper, mix them up, and place them face down then ask the pendulum to pick. You can assign a deity/pantheon to each suit of cards or major arcana card or even do the same thing with runes.
For example, this is how I found a devotion to Frigg and Hel. I asked if there were any deities who were interested in working with me and pulled the runes Hagalaz and Berkana which read as Hel and Frigg to me. I followed up with tarot cards and pulled Death(Hel) plus the Queen of Pentacles(Frigg).
Asking/waiting for a sign. This isn’t something I’ve personally done so I don’t have much to say on the subject. You can go about meditating, praying, doing a ritual, or whatever and essentially wait for a sign after. It can come via a dream, something you experience, symbols you see in your daily life, it’s pretty much up to your intuition to decipher it. If anyone has information they’d like me to add in here please let me know!
If there’s a god you’re curious about and don’t want to do any of the above it’s totally cool to just reach out and ask if they want to work with you.
Idk How To Research
Same, tbh my keyword search game is weak. Anyways, good portion of us are looking up dead religions with little reliable resources. To give those curious about the Norse an easy head start here’s a compiled list of books by yours truly(click me!!) . It’s important to take everything with a grain a salt of salt when doing research. In my experience a lot of the retold Norse sagas have been Christianized or written under heavy Wiccan influences. It’s a good idea to do research on the author before reading one of their books.
Other blogs! There are tons of great witches and pagans on tumblr that have information waiting for you. 💗 You can search their blog/tags for good references for books, websites, podcasts, etc. Plus lots of blogs are open to answer asks. If you don’t know where to start for searching it’s best to try things based around your interest like: “norse polytheist”, “hellenic witch”, “gaelic polytheism”, etc.
Media! How lucky are we that we live in the age of technology? Knowledge is right at our fingertips! There are countless documentaries, podcasts, and audiobooks on youtube full of information for different cultures and religions. I’d personally recommend almost anything by BBC, Myths & Legends, and World Mythology!
Books! I love starting on goodreads to find good books and trust worthy authors. They’ve had almost every book I looked up with bunches of different reviews so you can get varying perspectives. Check out your local library as well! A lot of city libraries have online databases now of all of their books so you can “check it out” online and read the PDF(personal fave).
Feeling Lost Still?
That’s completely reasonable and your feelings are more than valid. It can be overwhelming and lot of information to soak up. Just do your best and take it at your own pace, there’s no rush to find a deity or pantheon. 💞 Below are a few other general concerns I hear a lot that I was hoping to address.
“I’m leaving a monotheistic(Christian, Catholic, Jewish, etc) religion and it’s giving me anxiety.” This is entirely common and almost expected in my opinion. I was raised Roman Catholic and my first year to two looking into polytheism riddled me with anxiety. I was constantly concerned that god would smite me down or I’d face an eternity in hell for worshiping false gods. While I can’t speak for everyone that fear was entirely erased for me when I found my gods. I’ve never felt so safe and strong and hopefully with time you can find the same in your gods!
It’s okay to want to learn more or to seek something more. I can’t tell you how to handle your anxiety but please know you’re not alone in that fear. There’s whole communities out there willing to support you and help you find your safe space(including me)!
“What’s UPG?” You’ll see a lot of posts, mine included, that mention UPG - UPG is Unverified Personal Gnosis. This is essentially someone’s personal thoughts and beliefs about a deity. For example, I associate Sif with hazelnuts. There’s nothing in the lore or any book that says that she likes hazelnuts; that’s just a personal opinion(aka a UPG).
“How do I reach out to the gods?” I have a lot of information on my blog about this topic although a lot of it is Norse specific. You can check out my beginner polytheist tag here and my beginner norse post/ask here.
Altar! This is my go to typically. Altars aren’t limited to the cookie cutter image that comes to mind(no hate though I have a few); one thing you can make a side blog dedicated to your pantheon/deity, make a small one in a tin can, or even make one in a video game like Minecraft or some shit. You can be as creative or as to the book as you want. It’s up to you.
Prayer! You can totally just sit down and be like, “Hey man wanna work on some shit together?”. While I’m not 100% that all gods would be down with you being that casual it’s still something you can try.😂 You can reach out to them by sitting down in a quiet space and meditating into prayer, praying in the car or in the shower, or just pray at the altar you set up if you did. Again, I can not reiterate this enough, it’s your practice, reach out to them as you please.
Do something personal! This is more like devotional work in my opinion. Let’s say you knit and you want to reach out to a creative or domestic deity, you can knit something as a devotional act to them and as a way to reach out. For example I pick up litter in honor of the Vanir and Jörð, or I play Skyrim for Thor and Týr.
Most importantly just be honest and up front with the god that you’re reaching out too. Considering that statement be honest with yourself as well. There’s no point going into a relationship with a god if you can’t be upfront, it’ll end up in nothing but grief.
“Can deities reach out through gods/signs?” They totally can. However, it is up to you and your intuition if a deity has and it’s not likely another witch will decipher that for you. Sounds, experiences, images, all have different meanings to each of us - they may show you something that’s very personal to you but would be mundane to someone else. Trust your instincts. However, please remember that not everything is magical, sometimes a raven is just a raven and not Odin.
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A Woman Like You
Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader
Word Count: +1,215
Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.
Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.
You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.
GIF by nofckingfighting
You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.
It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.
Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.
You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"
He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"
"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.
He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.
"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.
"Now you never told me--"
"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.
Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.
Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"
If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.
#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#reader insert#tommy shelby x you#woc!reader#peaky blinders#cillian murphy#reader#fem!reader#peaky blinder fanfic#thomas shelby#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinders x reader
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Hurt || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader
Summary: Damon was known for having a short fuse, even going as far as to kill Jeremy,but he never thought he would ever do anything to you.
Warnings: physical abuse (one off but still bad!), swearing,
My requests are open! Feel free to ask for anything!
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As a human, you think your at the top of the food chain. And you are. That is until you find out about the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches. But in reality that is a whole other chain. And you as a human are at the bottom. Unlike Matt you would die to be a vampire, it had been a dream since you were a child. And now that you know of the supernatural it would be handy to be one, considering it puts you at risk when you get caught up in the drama. Especially when your dating the eldest Salvatore brother. Your at risk constantly, and it’s not like Damon would have a problem with turning you, just everyone else does. Long story short, your a weak human on a team full of the supernatural. You think of this regularly, mostly when your waiting for Damon to arrive home. Which is what your doing now. The tv draws you away from any other thoughts as an interesting topic comes up.
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Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open. A smile spreads across your face seeing Damon walk through the door, but straight past you and to the liquor. No “hey baby” or any sign of acknowledgment. He just walked straight past you as if you hadn’t existed. Your face dropped as you turned to look at him from the sofa. He was pouring a whole glass of bourbon instead of the usual half.
“Bad day?” You question your head tilting slightly to the right. He gulped the drink down in one go and began pouring another, completely ignoring your question. “Damon?” You tried catching his attention again. “You alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what could be wrong apart from the usual drama. “You gunna answer or leave me guessing?” He glances at you with cold eyes, his expression darkening as he took a swig of his second glass, then swallowed the rest and beginning to pour his third glass. “Isn’t that a bit much-”
“Will you just shut up!” He screamed, taking a few steps forward. You flinched and stood up, your face hardening not about to let him talk to you like that.
“Excuse me?” You inquired, moving around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate you. “I was just asking if you were ok!” You argued pointing a finger at his chest. “Get you head out of your own ass for one second please!” You begged sarcastically, and saw his face twist in anger.
“I don’t need you looking out for me! Just leave me alone for one second!” He screamed in your face, “god your so god damn clingy! It’s like your stuck by my fucking side 24/7!” You felt your face extort into a sad expression. Tears welled in your eyes at his words. You just cared about him was all! He began to laugh “wow! Now your fucking crying! Get over yourself! You aren’t that important!” He took a few steppes forward, you mimicked his actions but backwards till you were up against the sofa. “You know who is more important than you right now?” He seethed, and you knew who he was going to say, and it was true but it was still going to hurt. “Elena!” he dragged dragged out her name and he pointed a finger at your chest. “You” he paused, knowing Damon, probably for effect. “You mean nothing right now! Klaus isn’t after you! And you can’t help anyone! Even Donovan is more useful than you!” He laughs slightly at the end of his exclamation. You frown.
“You just drunk, you don’t mean that.” You murmur but you know he heard you.
“Oh I mean it, I’m sick of you.” He says slowly.
“Your such a fucking liar!” You scream suddenly, taking him back for a second and you decide to play the only card you can, even though it’s over between him and Elena, you know he had his doubts about their relationship. And this was an all time low for you to go but he had hit a nerve.”you’ll are and always will be the bad guy! No matter how hard you try!” You get in his face, his expression hardens and more and her seeped into his eyes. “That why Elena never loved you not even Katherine did, it will always be Stefan, who knows maybe I’ll go to him next! Seems every girl ends up with him instead of you!” You would never be with Stefan, he was like a brother to you, but it would work in your advantage. But his next actions were unpredictable even to you.
Suddenly you were smashed into the wall Damon in-front of you holding your wrists above your head. You couldn’t feel your hands from the searing pain in your wrists, your eyes welled up as he looked at you with pure hatred.
“Shut the fuck up.” He seethed.
“Damon” you whimpered, he didn’t listen. “Damon let go!” You begged but it didn’t faze him. “Damon your hurting me! You cried and you saw his eyes soften but his grip remained tight. “Damon! Let go it hurts!” You tried to tug yourself free. His grip loosened and he backed away.
“Baby?” He tested, watching as you winced touching your wrists. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I had a bad day and then you wouldn’t stop talking-” you cut off his rambling.
“That’s no excuse” you muttered your face contorted in pain.
“I know” he stated looking at you with sympathy. “Can I see?” He whispered. You nodded and walked closer to him. He took your hands in his and studied to already deep bruises. “Y/n im so sorry” se muttered kissing your wrists gently. He knew it would take a lot for you to forgive him and become comfortable and feel safe around him again but he was willing to try. “Can you forgive me?” He looked into your eyes.
“yeah. But it might take some time okay?” You asked and he pulled you into his chest.
“I’m willing to wait”
#damon salvarote#x reader#angst#the vampire diares imagine#the vampire diaries#vampire diaries#human reader#reader instert#damon x reader#damon salvatore x reader#damon salvatore x y/n
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𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓜𝓮 𝓤𝓹 / 𝓦.𝓜
Summary: Wanda’s tired after a mission. And what better way to release herself from the mission than you?
Warnings: somnophilia, eating out, bad spelling, cursing, mommy kink, there’s a moment of slapping, uhhh I don’t know if I got everything but let me know if I missed something
Word count: 802 (I know it’s short, I’ll have longer ones up later)
notes: Kinktober fic number 2!!! wooohoo!! this was for my lovely @abbyromanoff ❤️ mwah, again I’m open for requests for kinktober! enjoyyyy!
The compound held a soft silence. With the others returning from a mission, you slept soundly in bed. In Wanda’s clothes. The two of you had been dating for over a month now, and you had never been happier with the outcome.
The redhead slowly pushed open the door to the shared bedroom and smiled softly at your sleeping dorm. She was covered in dirt and grime, yet she needed nothing more than to let everything out on you. There was a calmness in the air as Wanda moved towards you, stripping herself of her mission suit and crawling towards you on the bed.
She bit her lip, her middle and ring fingers coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. She pressed a kiss to your forehead and gently began trailing them lower. She lifted up the sleep shirt you had taken from her and pressed a large kiss to your stomach.
Wanda would’ve smiled softly to herself, she found you so beautiful, no matter what you thought. There had been countless times were she had fucked you till you said you were beautiful.
The witch kept trailing her kisses down, pecking the inside of your thighs. One hand came up to fondle and play with your tits, whilst the other trailed down to your sweet little pussy. It was hers, Wanda made sure she’d nailed that into you even before you’d started dating.
She hummed at the sight of you, her thumb rubbing softly at your clit, watching the way your breathing got faster and as your face contorted as you slept. It made her clench her thighs together and she let out a soft whine.
Wanda kept toying with your little button as she liked to call it, pinching and rubbing gently. You had begun to whimper and Wanda loved every second of it.
Wanda thrusted a few fingers inside languidly, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach as she did so. You were getting louder, still asleep as Wanda worked you up, building you up and up, before she suddenly stopped. She bit her lip a little, gazing up at you before back down at your cunt.
She leaned down and with a happy sniff, she licked long strokes along your slit. She groaned to herself and shivered at the taste of you, almost immediately becoming sloppy as she ate you out. You started waking up, eyes opening tiredly. Your hands reached down and grabbed at her hair, groaning out her name to the world.
Wanda brought you to the edge again, grinning at you as her nose pressed against your clit. “Please mommy, fuck please gotta cum” you whined out, thrusting your hips up to meet her. Wanda tsked softly, delivering a short slap to your thigh making you stop immediately.
“Now now, we want to be mommy’s good girl don’t we sweetheart? You don’t need to cum, you’ll wait till I say so” she growled softly, your grip loosening a bit on her hair as you nodded quietly. It didn’t matter what Wanda said, you would always do what she asked. You were her good little girl, and you were so proud of it.
Wanda went back to her long licks, her warm tongue sending you absolutely spiraling in The best way possible. She built you up, your orgasm so close, and she knew it. “Hold it baby” she whispered, hearing your groan in response.
You held it for a little bit, waiting not so patiently. God everything felt like a roller coaster ride, building you up and not letting you crash back down, not yet.
There was a beat of silence in the room before Wanda tapped your thigh twice, giving you the go ahead to let go. You came hard, your thighs trapping her face between your legs. You cried out, bucking gently against her as you rode out your orgasm.
“Shhh, love, it’s okay” Wanda whispered gently, rubbing your sides with a gentle softness that would surprise anyone after that.
She pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, her eyes darkening again as she did so. “Breathe, lovely. I promise you- well I can’t promise that. But we’ll be here all night” Wanda whispered to you, your only response being a quiet moan.
#venus writes#wanda Maximoff x reader#kinktober 2023#wanda x reader#smut#smut fic#wanda x fem!reader
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Sterek Fic Rec
Seventh Night of Chunnuka
I Howl When We're Apart by victurius - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,433, sterek)
In which Derek takes possessiveness to a whole new level...
A Window to His Soul by OKDeanna - (Rating: T, Words: 3,627, sterek)
When Stiles takes a tumble in the Preserve, it's Derek who helps pull him back up to safety, making Stiles realize just how often the other man has managed to save him. How much they've managed to save each other... while somehow avoiding the one thing they both seem to want the most.
Until now.
Timeline: Post Series - Movie? What Movie?
Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker - (Rating: T, Words: 30,049, sterek)
Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.
Mountain To Hide Behind by Hedwig221b - (Rating: T, Words: 3,352, sterek)
“Did you honestly think Stiles wouldn’t notice your absence? He can’t even stomach his dinner, because he knows you’re busy fucking side-chicks as he does so.”
A stunned silence filled the room.
Right then, faced with the sentence he was too scared to even think of, Stiles realized he couldn’t take it anymore. At his first mortifying quiet sniff, Derek swerved around to look at him.
He looked horrified.
Once Upon a Dream by gryvon - (Rating: T, Words: 14,043, sterek)
Stiles has been dreaming of the Hale family burning alive since he was a child. After being locked in Eichen for a year, Stiles learns to keep his visions to himself. That doesn't stop him from keeping an eye on Derek Hale while he waits for Kate Argent to make her move. Only watching Derek becomes loving Derek and stopping Derek and Kate from getting together turns into Stiles dating Derek Hale. He's in love with Derek but his visions haven't stopped, only now he has to watch Derek die with the rest of his family. He'll do anything to keep that dream from becoming reality.
A Letter From Mom by StilesIsMySpiritAnimal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 32,906, sterek)
After waking up at the age of 11 without any memories of his past Stiles spends eight years with his father in the tiny town of Shelter Cove, California. After his father's death he receives a notice from a storage facility in some town called Beacon Hills. Stiles is confused and thinks the manager made a mistake until he finds a letter that should have been for his 18th birthday that his dad never gave him. It's from his mother, who he has no memory of. Weirdly enough, her letter mentions Beacon Hills and some woman named Talia, who he's supposed to trust. Confused and angry at his father, Stiles sets out for Beacon Hills anxious and determined to find out what his dad had been hiding from him all these years.
Gimme Shelter by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 22,910, sterek)
Things aren’t exactly going Stiles’ way. With all the bad things that have happened in BH, Stiles seeks refuge with the only person Stiles truly trusts. Derek.
Stiles left everything behind, finding shelter in Derek’s home in a small town away from everyone. In a mix of bottled up feelings, lust and traumatizing pasts, they find peace in each other.
Set after season 5A - My take on their 'Sterek' happy ending
Rumble by clairell - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,405, sterek)
Derek and Stiles have sex during a thunderstorm.
Say My Name by Giggles96 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,867, sterek)
Prompt: Can you please pretty please write something where Stiles is unable to call Derek anything other than daddy or da-da? Please oh my God, please? Prefer it to be sexual but non-sexual’s fine too.
When a witch’s curse renders Stiles unable to refer to Derek as anything other than Daddy, it never occurs to anyone that Derek may just have been granted his deepest, darkest wish.
Love You in the Dark by thedevilyousay - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,682, sterek)
Prompt: Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.
It’s the ringtone that wakes him. He’s only been asleep for an hour or two, maybe, and to his sleep deprived brain it’s the most obnoxious noise he’s ever heard. He blindly flails for the phone, knows it’s buried some where in the bed. He finally finds it mid chorus, “got my heartbeat running away” still echoing as he slides to answer.
" What?” He snarls.
“Derek! Derek. H-hey, hey, were you asleep? I figured you’d still be awake but I’m going to guess you were asleep because of your voice and I –“
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i had to call the awful evil witch from tech support at my job today, and it had me thinking about getting the little error message and feeling your heart sink and you lean over to your coworker to whine,
"i have to call and get an override,"
and she snorts because she knows what that means, and despite what she says—there is an evil little gleam in her eye. "maybe midoriya will pick up."
you throw your head back dramatically, letting it hang over the chair until you feel the blood rushing to your ears. "i never get midoriya! what menu options are you choosing to get him, because it's never him for me!"
your coworker shrugs, turning from her computer again to smirk at you. "i don't know, man, it's just whoever picks up."
you stare at the window box in the center of your computer, the red ! at the front of a set of codes you loathe to see. hard as you try to find hope that you'll get lucky and izuku will pick up the phone—you don't think it's likely.
"will you call for me?"
"oh my god, just do it already."
and that's how you end up biting at your thumbnail, staring down at the phone on your desk as the automated voice greets you—happily—and begins to list out the different menu options. you consider choosing something random, to see if that will get you to a different, nicer member of the support team, but you wait too long and the options repeat and you decide to just bite the bullet.
it only rings for a moment before you get,
"task solutions. 's'bakugou."
you roll your eyes up to the ceiling and back and snap to stare at your coworker, mouthing a soundless 'fuck!' as she bursts into a fit of laughter.
"y'got five seconds before i hang up the—"
"sorry, hi, sorry! hi! i'm here!" you muster up all the kindness you can, smiling politely so that it will transfer in your voice. "i just need an override, please."
there's not much he says that he doesn't have to, only grunting in acknowledgement when you give him your name and employee id, read off the error message that brought you into the lion's den.
the support team for your company works off-site, so you've never met him. bakugou. hardly know anything about him outside of the name he barks out when answering the phone, and you don't think you'd like to, really.
it's incredibly frustrating to have to call him for help because he knows the system better than you do, knows your job better than you do—and is quick to call it out when your math is wrong or your input is off. if validation didn't fail every once in a while when the program is overloaded you'd be fine—but here you are.
a tense silence fills between the phone as he works, and you know he can only log in and see your screen but it feels like he's watching you, entirely. to be polite, you ask, "are you, uh, goin' to conference this year?"
the silence becomes a void, all consuming, before he murmurs out a sharp, "no."
"oh, bummer," you chuckle nervously, sweat building on the back of your neck as you watch his mouse click around on your screen. "are midoriya and iida going?"
bakugou sighs, heavy with frustration. "probably," he answers, though, to your surprise. "they like to sit around and do fuck—nothin' all day at the damn booth."
you've been by the task solutions booth every year at conference, mostly because they hand out nice steel cups with metal straws, but the faces you've seen there are never unfamiliar. for a moment, you try to imagine it: walking up to get your free goodie from some sour asshole, only to have him bark at you as you try to reach for it.
the mouse stops in the bottom corner of your screen, hesitating. you hold your breath. this is usually when he chastises you for something he makes sound so simple.
"you goin'?"
"uh," your mouth hangs open for a second, because this is the most you've ever spoken to him that didn't involve scolding of some kind. "yeah, yeah! our team will be there for day 2!" there's a soft hum from the other end, and you see the opportunity for what it is: a chance to get on good terms with this guy, so you can stop being so afraid to call the help desk. "you should go! i don't—i don't think we've ever met before."
it's hard to tell how he takes that, but you only assume not well considering your screen flashes as he logs off, taking the error message with him.
"uh, yeah, whatever," he grumbles, "is there—you need anythin' else?"
"oh, nope! that's it, thanks!"
"alright," the line doesn't disconnect immediately and you curl into yourself, as if you could hear anything else by pressing the phone harder to your ear. then he says, "later." and is gone.
#sheila this one's for you#she's so mean 🥺🥺🥺#but i dont want to meet her at conference i want to fist fight her at conference#this is so self shippy LMAOOOO#okay bye i wrote this on lunch#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou
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four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration
a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!
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[1] First meeting
Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented.
You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.
At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year.
Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.
You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.
"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes.
"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.
"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."
"I know witches," you said, peering up at him.
"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"
"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you.
"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't.
"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.
"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you.
"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.
"Figure it out yourself."
[2] Cemetery watch
Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.
You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise.
You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you.
Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.
"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer.
"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.
"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling.
"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement.
"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that.
"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"
"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."
"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space.
"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated.
"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject.
"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."
"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"
"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."
"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.
"Fine, I'll help you."
[3] Late night spell-casting
Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it.
You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around.
You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order.
Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more.
"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse.
"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch.
"Take a break."
"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him.
"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."
"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid.
"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."
"It's my charm."
"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."
"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"
You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards.
"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"
"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."
“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."
"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."
"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"
Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively.
"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."
"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"
His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?
"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway.
"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart.
"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over.
[4] Injured after a fight
A headache. That's what you were nursing.
A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face.
"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."
"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk.
"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."
"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs.
"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."
"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.
"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood.
"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway.
"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears.
"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off.
[5] Evil has passed
"I thought you would've left."
Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf.
"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at.
"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."
"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"
"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure.
"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours.
"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."
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Halloween Fun
Leon S. Kennedy/ Reader(AFAB)
cw: semi-public, some what rough, pwp, creampie, praise (Leon calls you his good girl). Kind of a AU where RC doesn't happen but Leon is 27 in this and is good friends with the Redfield's.
I am so feral for this man
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Reader Pov.
Halloween was probably your favorite holiday, a close second to Christmas. It was a night full of devious fun and excitement and even as you've gotten older and stopped trick 'o treating the spirit of this holiday hasn't left you. With the autumn chill raising goosebumps across your skin, you make your way to the Redfield's home where a Halloween party was being held. Dressed in a very cute but tastefully revealing black-cat costume ready to see Leon's costume who had so far kept it a secret from you. Even going so far as to dress at the Redfield's house after he got off work, just so that you would get the full affect of the surprise. Walking up the stairs, your heels clicking rhythmically across the pavement. Making it to the ornate wooden door you knock and not a moment later the joyful face of Claire greets you. A squeal of you name leaves her lips, "Oh my god, you look so good!" pulling you into a warm hug a smile making its way across your face. Stepping away from the hug you admire Claire's costume of a very adorable witch with a massive hat and broom to top it all off. "Claire you look amazing!" your happiness seeping out with your words.
Once you made it inside the bass of a familiar Halloween song welcomed your ears. Tables had been set up with food and punch that had all been decorate to fit in with the holiday spirit. Scanning the people crowding the living and kitchen areas your eyes finally catch onto a all too familiar head of blond hair. And its like he knew your eyes were on him because not a moment later he's turning his head around blue eyes meeting yours. And its almost comical how Leon's face lights up at seeing you-his beautiful girlfriend-. With a few quick strides Leon soon has you wrapped into his embrace, strong arms holding you fiercely. Relishing in his comforting warmth and scent you finally pull yourself away from him to at last view his costume. A Vampire, hair pushed back and a little messy, paired with a Victorian style top the gave you the perfect view of his sculpted chest, and tight black pants and boots that accentuated his beautiful ass. It took every ounce of self control to not just drool and fall into him at just how gorgeous he looked. "Fuck you look so good baby, my imagination did not do you justice." His voice is full of love and desire, the huskiness sending shivers down your spine as your cheeks redden. "You don't look so bad yourself handsome, the wait was totally worth it." a cheeky smile takes hold of your face as you get lost within his gaze sneaking a quick kiss from his plump lips. A heady groan rumbles within his chest-his arms snake around your waist pulling you impossibly closer. Before you can take this further, he is grabbing your hand dragging you onto the makeshift dance floor as the song changes to one that has your body moving to its hypnotizing rhythm. A quick look at Leon has you smiling in pure joy, he has the cutest look upon his face one that is full of adoration for you and that sweet giddiness that made you fall in love with him in the first place.
Leon's warm and big hands hang onto you as you both enjoy each others presence, dancing together letting yourselves get lost within one another. As other bodies dance and move with the beat of the music around you, both of you get lost in the rhythms from each song that plays on the speakers. With a quick glance out the window you can now see the full moon high within the sky. Then your thoughts are interrupted by Leon's face leaning down next to your ear. "You know I've always had this stupid little dream of dancing with a beautiful girl at some party, then making a break for it and making out in some dark closet away from everyone." His chuckle follows his words, and while he laughs your mind is short-circuiting as it dreams up all of the possible scenarios of how that could play out. And as fate would have it you and Leon would fulfill his dream to the fullest.
As the moon your only source of illumination you can barely make the out the silhouette of Leon's figure, seeing as his back was blocking out the moon highlighting his body but his face was still shrouded by the darkness of the room. his lips devouring yours as his tongue dances with yours, heavy breaths leave you both but he doesn't linger for long as his lip leave a molten hot trail down your neck to the tops of your breast that are exposed by your outfit. Sucking harshly upon your skin no doubt leaving a mark behind, repeating this same motion across your neck and your breast surely littering your skin in his love bites. "Do you want to go further? We can stop here if you're uncomfortable." Even though his voice is husky with lust his words hold sincerity with them, your heart skips at how Leon has always made sure you were comfortable. "Yes, Leon please I need you now. Please." you can't keep the neediness from your voice, not that you even tried or cared enough to do so. Not now, not ever, you would never feel ashamed at how much you loved Leon and if you could would stay within his embrace for all of eternity you would.
With hurried movements and the sound of Leon unbuckling his belt, your cunt is wet with anticipation a warmth settling within the pit of your stomach. His calloused hands are pulling your your by your thighs to him a whine leaving your lips as his bulge rubs against your clothed clit sending dull waves of pleasure straight to your core. You were so thankful that your outfit was nothing but a short revealing black dress with some cheap black stockings along with some cat ears and a fake tail attached to the dress. Along with a little pair of panties that you wouldn't care if they got ripped to shreds.
Leon soon sets a teasing rhythm of grinding against your clothed cunt, pushing up your dress to where only your stocking and panties were your only barrier away from his black boxers. Sweet whimpers fall from your kiss swollen lips as Leon stifles his groans of pleasure by biting into his lip. But eventually this became insufficient to what you both wanted- Leon pushes his boxers down freeing his cock from its confines then his hands are ripping into your stockings and tearing apart your panties into nothing but shreds of cloth. Then you are reaching down grabbing onto him, eliciting a sharp grunt from him at your soft hand around him. Guiding him to your wet and wanting cunt, pushing himself into you- making sure to go slow seeing as you both had forgone the typical foreplay you did to prepare yourself for him. Reaching the end, you both are flush against each other. Starting off with a slow but deep pace, waiting until you fully become adjusted to him. Legs wrapped around his torso, Leon's body covering yours as he has his arms rested by the sided of your head. His sounds of pleasure mingling with yours, as he works to his cock in and out of your hot and wet cunt- always so inviting. "Lee- faster please." And as always Leon obeys your command, picking up his pace. Grabbing onto your hips pulling you into him with every harsh thrust. The sound of your connection echoing throughout the room, as your moans and his grunts of pleasure surround the two of you.
"God your always so good to me." Manhandling you once again to have you on your stomach, face down into the ground and your ass up. As he bullies his cock in and out of you, one of his hands leave you traveling up to your neck pulling you towards his chest- the perfect place for him to lean down and whisper into your ear. "Taking me like such a good girl. Love you." voice rough with exertion as his lust makes his voice sound like a near growl. In your pleasure riddled mind you respond with a mewl of "I love you too." In and out your mind is filled with nothing but the pleasure that Leon was bringing you, your cunt perfectly molding to his cock, become the perfect sleeve for him. A more depraved thought was brought up from deep within your mind. Should Leon want it, you would become nothing but a sweet little personal cock-sleeve to use whenever he pleased. Bending you over wherever he saw fit, maybe one day you would tell him this but for now you surrendered yourself to the now mind-numbing pace of Leon's thrusts. Your moans had risen in pitch as the intoxicating sensation of reaching your peak swelled within the pit of your tummy. Your hands desperately latched onto him, one hanging off the hand around your neck the other digging into his thigh. "Fuck- that's it, cum on my cock like a good girl." Not even a moment later you are cumming hard around him, mind blanking out as white hot pleasure rolls through your body. Your cunt convulsing around his cock and warbled moan falls from Leon's lips as soon as he cums, pulling you completely against him, as you both get lost in the feeling of Leon filling you up some of it stubbornly leaking out of you. Sweet kisses from Leon's lips bring you back down from your high, his arms keeping you secure against him. "I love you, you did so good for me my love." and there you both stay for a little while longer just relishing within the most intimate embrace one being can have with another.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed. And Sorry for not posting in such a long time hopefully this makes up for my absence :)
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KIDD; the captain has an allergy!
wc: 2061
summary: kidd has an allergy, he's allergic to... you.
warnings: afab reader, none, just dumb kidd who can't figure out his feelings while killer tries to compartmentalize the captain's head to sort out his feelings for you, just fluff, a bit suggestive but no nsfw, kidd rambling abt you that's it
something's wrong with eustass kidd. he reckons that he's fatally ill. he feels like he could die any second. his chest feels tight, his muscles feel tense, his vision hazy, his body temperature skyrocketing, and his body perpetually weak most times of the day. he wanted to kill someone, the next pirate king shouldn't be so frail!
"man, i-huff-i feel like i'm having a-huff-a heart attack." the redhead clutched his chest tight, discarding his fur coat off and tossing it somewhere in the blond's quarters. killer looked quite offended that his captain interrupted his knitting.
"what's wrong with you?" killer started as he watched his captain sit by the edge of his bed, taking his vest off as he tries gathering air. "not a fever perhaps?" he stood up and placed the back of his hand atop kidd's forehead, he seemed to be sweating coldly. "talk to me, kidd."
"can you- huff- can you get allergic to someone?"
killer looked at his best friend like he grew a another head. it took him a while to respond. he cleared his throat and continued. "sorry, kidd but... whatever the fuck do you mean?" he tried searching clarity from his captain's eyes as he tried racking his lacking-medicinal-terms brain.
"this is fuckin' ridiculous, alright mate? don'tcha dare laugh at me." kidd started, leaning his arms back behind him as they supported his weight. after taking in a deep breath, he continued. "i think i'm allergic to name."
killer tried stifling his laughter but failed, receiving death glares from the other. "oh you're serious, damn." the blond soon realized and cleared his throat. "how did you... arrive at that verdict, kidd?"
"to start: whenever that fuckin' woman's around, she always makes my stomach feel funny. like i'm about to puke rainbows and shit." he started. "i feel all hot and my throat goes dry, like cat got my damn tongue." he moved his hands around for emphasis, mostly towards his head and chest.
at this point, killer's not getting enough credit for stomaching whatever bullshit his captain brings upon him. he's thanking all the gods there is for his mask because he can't muster how contorted his face looks from the dumb shit his captain is spewing. the amount of times his best friend rambles incoherent drivel about you will send him to madness the next time he hears about them and not see any development. it's nonsense like these that makes him rub his temples and would rather physically punt kidd to make that boneheaded captain realize what he truly feels about you.
the blond stared at him with a grim aura around him, "the fuck are you staring at me like that for?!" kidd protested.
"do you not realize that maybe- just maybe- she makes you feel something else more than... just a fellow crewmate? like i don't know maybe fucking love?" killer tried tiptoeing, piecing it out for him. that is until kidd just blankly stared at him, blinking his eyes as he waits for a word that he understands.
"love?! pft, hell no, shit doesn't sound like me. and that's impossible, i am in hate with her." he shook his head, crossing his arms. "that's why she makes me sick all the way to my stomach. she's a witch i'm tellin' ya."
killer worried at how serious kidd was at that last bit, the redhead's brows furrowed earnestly as he clasped his hands together. "and you think these are all uhh- symptoms for your allergy?"
"not just those!" he interceded, fist slamming down the wooden table. the impact shaking the cup of tea killer had before this disaster walked in. "my chest, i can't breathe each time she's there. just like earlier before i came in, she walked pass me and then i feel like she casted some kind of stupid witchcraft and then i suddenly struggle to breathe...! have i told you that i strongly think that she's a goddamn witch?!"
"yeah, that's twice now."
"i can't eat, feels like i'll throw everythin' up once she sits beside me. and each time she does, her touch feels like i'm bein' stung. she'll walk up to me with that annoyingly beamin' smile and bright fuckin' eyes, i just end up embarrassin' my damn self if i associate myself even further..." he downed the rum in his hands, "there it is! i feel fuckin' hot again! that woman really-"
"what woman?" you suddenly came around, peeking at killer's quarters. kidd jumped at your voice, knocking over things from the table and immediately falling off his seat. killer could be seen with a hand buried on his face, well in this case helmet. you let out a laugh at your rum-drenched captain who was sitting bashfully on the floor.
despite that, you sauntered towards him and squatted down. you took your hanky and unfolded it, drying his hair and wiping the residue liquid on the rest of his face. "what dumb shit are you up to again, captain?" you tilted your head to get a good look at him, but he refused to meet your eyes. you sighed, realizing he was too embarrassed to speak. "well, pick yourself up cuz you look stupid. also, it's not good to see the future pirate king on the floor, don't you think? whatever, see ya." you stood upright, waving to the two men goodbye.
"kidd, you alright?"
"you're right. i'm in love, am i?" he looked up at his best friend, fisting his pants bashfully.
killer rested his chin by his hands with a sigh, "about time you fucking realize."
"that's fuckin' funny, how could i be fuckin' in love?! cuz i hate that she shuts me up cuz i think she's right most of the time. i hate that all that i see is her, every minute for every day. i hate how her eyes shine when she smiles. i hate how she looks at me with that much faith that i'd make it. i hate how she calls me captain and it messes with my fuckin' head, drivin' my chest abnormal. i hate how i constantly want to be beside her. i hate that i always think about where she is and what she's up to. i hate that i am dying to know if she feels the goddamn same for this helpless sack of fuck that can't even pull himself towards her!"
"damn." killer clicked his tongue. "you really are crazy for her, aren't you?"
"from the beginning of it all," he shook his head in disbelief. how can a woman, manage to weaken eustass kidd like this?! just how?! "but i doubt this'd happen, have you seen her and have you seen me? she's way out of my league." he picked himself up, padding his bum with dirt and wiping himself with that hanky you gave. your perfume mixing with rum on his hands.
"oh? humbling yourself, kidd? now, that's not like you." killer countered.
"i-i'm not!" his ears turned red just as fast as he shot out a response. "she's just..."
"too precious you don't want to ruin her?" killer finished, the shock in kidd's eyes proved his accuracy. killer stood beside his best friend and put an arm around his shoulder. "come on, kidd. i look at the two of you and all i see are a couple of hardheaded crooks from the same mould with the same attitude, same stubbornness, and same passion for their dreams. she's tamer than you yes, more intelligent yes, more emotionally aware yes, and much calmer than you yes. that's exactly why you need each other, she regulates your storms and you give her peace a little peril. and trust me, i've seen how much she craves for your danger."
that bit made something primal awaken within kidd, something that he won't be apologizing for once it reveals itself later.
"so go, kidd. get her." killer gave him a little pat on the shoulder and pushed him out his quarters. a sigh of relief as he finally sees the end of this farce.
kidd took a deep breath and went on a search for you. he went looking for you in almost an hour, only to find you in his workshop as you mused at his trinkets and creations. "name, i've been looking everywhere for you. the hell are you doing here?"
"jeez, a hello would be nice." you rolled your eyes. "i wanted to tell you something."
"that's crazy, so do i." he shut the door behind him. he saw the shift in your expression as you heard his statement.
"you can go first." you smiled, making his heart skip a beat again.
"nah, you go."
"i insist. go on."
"no, go ahead."
"captain, just spit it out."
"you spit it out."
"you were the one looking for me, you go first!"
"well, you're the first one who said you were gonna say somethin'!"
"you know what?! neverfuckingmind! i can't with your dumb, stubborn ass!" you walked pass him. that is until he impulsively grabs your wrist and puts you back in your initial place.
you felt your skin burn at his touch, sucking in a deep breath as you regulated your rhythms from his firm grip.
"stay." he announced, seriously this time. you got a good look at his face, the faint light of the lantern along the little window by the other side of the room illuminated his sharp features. his eyes glowing with earnest and the genuine
need to say something he seems to be keeping for a while now.
he got closer and closer until your bum met with his worktable settled at the other side of the room, your hands holding at the edges for support as he got precariously close. you looked away as to not make your heart explode, mustering something up to calm yourself down. "w-why are you s-so clo-"
"look at me." he raised your chin with his index finger, directly locking eyes with you. "you aware that you've been driving your captain fuckin' insane ever since you set foot in the victoria?"
you furrowed your brows lightly, looking for any sort of clue in his honey eyes. your mouth was agape, too lost at the situation and too aroused at the proximity between the two of you. "from the way you always oppose me on the littlest things as you measure up to my stubbornness and knock some sense into me, to the way you usher me on to my dream like my pocket-sized cheerleader." he started, hypnotizing you with the fiery burn of his golden orbs; honey swirls swimming in them. "i love you." he placed a kiss on your forehead, down to your nose, to each side of your cheek, before pausing and waiting for the green light to your lips.
"well?" he raised a brow, keeping a milimeter distance away from your lips you could choke physically.
"tease." you replied, pulling him by his collar as you two clash your lips against each other. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he did too around your waist. it went on for a while before you two pulled away to get some air, panting in each other's lips. "your breath stinks of rum."
"as if that doesn't off you." he smirked, playfully tugging at your lower lips between his teeth. "so, what were you gonna say?"
"that i'm nuts about you too." you kissed his cheek. "funny how this whole shit works, right?!"
he threw his head back as he laughed. "all this time i thought i was the only crazy one."
"well, you're not very good at hiding how you like me so much." you teased, poking his cheek.
"shut it and kiss me more." he changed the topic, growling as he nuzzled his face by your neck. grinning as he elicited a little moan from you.
"have i told you how much i love your perfume?" he sucked in a deep breath, buttering your jaw and neck with kisses as the red pigment from his lips spanned further across your skin.
"no i thought you hated it."
"that's code for love, you dumbass." he breathed in your ear, making you giggle. he littered your neck with kisses, reveling at the fits of giggles he kindles from you.
i took this idea from an ao3 fic i read abt todobaku aND I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE! but anw i thought it'd be a good idea to incorporate kidd into this hehe. FINALLY FLESHED OUT A FIC IN SO LONG WOO
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Bewitched
Assassin!yandere OC x female!Assassin!yandere OC x doctor!yandere OC x King!yandere OC x female!yandere OC x fem!reader
Summary: They find you unconscious, wet and bloody outside the castle’s gate and quickly find out that your village wanted you harm, thinking you're a witch. They decide to give back in the exact same manner.
Warnings: burning, death, drowning, blood, bruises, trauma, yandere, foul language, prostitute shaming, indicating that dressing like a man means ypure a prostitute(its wild), getting stoned (?), let me know if there are more!!
Word count: 4.5k
A/N: Today is my birthday!! So I wanted to do something special and throw all our yanderes together. I've been working on this one shot for a month. I hope you'll like it!!
A cloudy day brings nothing but trouble. The king glances up at the uncertain sky from his balcony in the castle, sighing. The rain will start to pour any minute and by then, all the animals in the castle need to be brought to their houses and the garden furniture needs to have been brought in.
He turns his eyes down to the front gates. They’re always closed to make sure thieves won’t get into the castle. They did once. There were two people — a man and a woman. The man was tall and intimidating and the woman had a masculine name. They were supposed to assassinate king Edmund, but the knights caught them just in time … and now they work for him.
“What are you looking at?” Jerry asks. “There’s no one outside a day like this.”
“Just making sure that everything is fine”, king Edmund answers. “I have to care for the kingdom.”
Silas rolls his eyes with his arms crossed over his chest. Edmund ignores him. His eyes stick onto something moving towards the gates in a dragging manner. Like a hurt animal.
“Wait, what’s that?” he asks and leans over the balcony railing.
“What?” Silas asks in confusion.
“There! That … that thing!”
The two assassinators look where he points, nodding.
“That’s a living thing, your majesty”, Silas says slowly. “I think it’s hurt.”
A thunder catches Edmund by surprise. He looks up at the dark sky and clenches his jaw.
“They can’t stay out”, he says determinedly. “There will be a storm at any minute. If they’re hurt, we can’t let it stay outside. Take it to the other animals.”
“Got it”, Jerry nods and grabs Silas’s arm. “Come now.”
The two of them run away.
The ‘animal’ down at the front gates isn’t an animal, they determine when they get close enough. It’s a woman dressed in gray, cheap clothes. She’s drenched in what they assume to be water.
“What the fuck?” Jerry breathes out. “Why is there a woman here?”
“Is she pregnant?” Silas asks.
“I don’t think so. But I think she’s hurt.” Jerry glances up at the sky. “Let’s get her inside.”
The unconscious woman — you — gets carried inside the castle by the man while Jerry walks beside, holding up your head. King Edmund gives you your own room. The two assassins start to push each other back and forth. A well dressed woman comes running.
“I heard that something happened!” she gasps. “I brought the doctor!”
“Hedwig, nice girls shouldn’t run”, Edmund mutters and rolls his eyes.
Jerry’s about to open her mouth and say something, but get interrupted by a manly voice.
“Yeah, yeah, but if she didn’t run to get me, who knows what could have happened?” the royal doctor sighs and enters the room. “If it’s an emergency then let the girl run for once.”
“Oh, Dr Kry, could you take a look at the woman?” King Edmund asks. “I want to know why she fainted on my door step, who she is … and why she’s wet. Do your best. And Hedwig, go tell the maids to prepare a warm bath for our guest. And Silas and Jerry …”
The two of them steps away from each other.
“I want you to find out who this is”, king Edmund says.
“Fine”, Jerry sighs and then freezes. “Wait. Together?”
“Yes, together. Is that wrong?”
“No”, Silas says quickly and grabs Jerry’s arm. “Come here-”
Jerry rips her arm back. “Don’t touch me, you pig.”
Despite their arguing, they walk out the room side by side. King Edmund sighs and turns back to Dr Kry who’s making his way over to your side. Hedwig has already left the room, leaving you alone with the king and the royal doctor.
“Could you leave the room?” the doctor asks. “I’ll need to remove her clothes if I want to search her body for injuries. Patient policy.”
“I’m the literal king? If there’s someone that can stay, it’s me.”
Dr Kry sighs and gives in, knowing that there’s no use arguing with the ruler of the kingdom. He walks over to your bed and gently removes the blankets you’ve gotten. He removes your simple dress and frowns. You have marks and bruises around your wrists and ankles and bloody marks all over your body.
“What’s that?” King Edmund asks.
“She’s gotten hurt”, Dr Kry says — mostly to himself — and lifts your wrist. “Most likely are these marks around her wrists and ankles from ropes.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure.” Dr Kry feels your body temperature. “She’s very cold too. I reckon that she might have hypothermia. My guess is that it must have something to do with the fact that she’s completely soaked.” He lifts a strand of your hair and sniffs it. “I’m pretty sure it’s water. It doesn’t smell like anything.”
“So, what you’re saying is that she must have tripped and fell into a body of water?”
“I think so … but it’s not making much sense … not all of it anyway. The marks and signs of struggle … you don’t think she’s one of the prisoners who managed to escape and then perhaps fell into a lake? It would make sense. Those people down there aren’t the … sanest.”
“I don’t recognize her. Do you?”
Dr Kry tilts his head and shakes his head. “No … no, I don’t. Then what could have happened?”
“We’ll just have to ask her when she wakes up. Or when Silas and Jerry are back. I hope they have some information.”
You don’t know how long you’ve been unconscious or what time it is, but you do know that your body hurts a lot. You can feel someone dabbing your forehead with a warm, wet cloth. Carefully, you open your eyes and are met by bright light. Everything is blurry. You can see two people in the room. A man dressed in white and a young woman who very well could be a teenager.
“Oh, doctor!” a female voice says softly. “Her eyes are moving. I think she’s awake.”
“Good, she’s waking up”, a male voice answers. “Hedwig, leave, please. I’ll take care of her from now.”
“I want to help, I can help. Who else knows the female body better than a female?”
The doctor sighs frustratedly and points at the armchair in the corner of the room. Hedwig smiles and runs over to sit down. The doctor moves closer to you.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Where am I?” you ask shockingly.
“You’re safe”, the woman named Hedwig answers quickly. “You’re in the king’s castle.”
“K-King’s castle?!” you shoot up from your lying position to look around, to see if it’s really true.
The doctor is quick to stop you and gently lay you back down again.
“What am I doing here?” you almost stutter.
“I’d hope you could answer that”, he sighs. “You were the one coming here in the first place.”
“N-No, I was …” you quiet down, thinking. “I was?”
“Yes, you were”, Hedwig says worriedly and moves closer to the bed. “You fainted by the front gates. You’ve been unconscious for three hours … or more.”
She can tell how scared you are by the look in your eyes. Hedwig smiles comfortingly and takes your hands in hers.
"Don't be scared", she smiles. "We'll take care of you now. You're in good hands. What's your name?"
"Y/N …"
"Y/N, could you tell me why you're wet?" The doctor asks.
You pick up a strand of your hair for inspection and frown. A sudden fear enters your eyes and you avoid any kind of contact with the others.
"Okay, you don't have to answer", Dr Kry says. "But I do think you need to wash yourself. You are full of dirt and blood."
"N-No!" you almost shout, shaking your head frantically.
"I'll be with you", Hedwig says softly.
You hesitate and she's quick to notice that.
"Everything will be okay, we just need to get you cleaned up so we can take care of your hurt areas."
She helps you out of bed and leads you out of the room.
The two assassins have followed a lead, ending up in a small village at the start of the mountain.
"What are we doing here?" Jerry asks with her arms crossed.
"The trail leads us here", Silas says. "Something here has to give us answers."
"We're more like detectives than killers."
"You could say we switched career paths."
"Very funny, Silas. Now do me a favor and shut the fuck up."
Silas snickers and follows the grumpy woman into the village. They quickly notice that the people walking around them seem somewhat irritated. Their eyes dart over to the two people entering their village. Jerry can feel their eyes wander over her judgingly. She scoffs.
"Excuse me ma'am", Silas says, gathering the attention of an older woman carrying a big wooden pole.
She stops and looks at them, disgust forming on her face when she sees Jerry.
"What?" the woman spits out.
"We were wondering if you've seen a woman today."
Silas starts to describe how you looked when he saw you, but the woman seems more interested in sending nasty looks towards Jerry. Jerry rolls her eyes and looks around, her eyes finding a small, black cat hiding in the bushes. She smiles.
"Yes, I saw her", the woman grits and glances at Jerry for the millionth time. "I'm not surprised someone like you wants to find her."
"What's wrong with me?" Jerry questions coldly.
"Do you sell yourself looking like that?"
Jerry scoffs and smiles, tilting her head. "At least I'm not some washed up rag cloth carrying a wooden pole big enough to make my husband insecure."
Silas sighs and moves behind Jerry to cover her mouth with his hand. He holds her tightly against his chest.
"Excuse her", he mutters, feeling Jerry either lick or try to bite his hand from the inside. "Why wouldn't you be surprised that someone like us tries to find the woman?"
"I don't want people like her in my village."
"You can't do anything to us, we're not from this village. King's rules."
"Then I don't have to tell you anything. Now leave."
Silas knows that they won't get further. He drags Jerry with him.
"Did she imply that I was a prostitute?" Jerry scoffs the very second Silas lets her go.
"Can you blame her?"
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"You dress like a man, your hair is short, you use foul language … if they didn't think you're a prostitute, they'd think you're a witch."
"You little-"
Silas grabs her arm. "Come now, let's go."
"Edmund!" Jerry shouts as the two assassins run into the castle.
"It's 'your majesty', you pig", Edmund mutters and meets up with them. "Well? What have you learned?"
"Our guest is from a village in the start of the mountains", Silas begins, "and they refuse to say anything."
"They indicate that they don't want 'people like her' and whatnot", Jerry adds on. "Stuck up people. I swear they all have those wooden poles shoved up their asses …"
"Is she awake?" Silas asks.
"Yes, miss Hedwig is currently cleaning her up in the bathroom", King Edmund replies.
"Lucky bastard", Jerry mumbles and pushes through the two men.
She heads for the bathroom, finding you curled up in the tub with Hedwig sitting on the floor. Your entire body is shaking. Jerry only has time to introduce herself before she notices the marks all over you, especially the ones on your wrists and ankles. Suddenly, it's all clear.
"Holy fuck, it can't be true …", she breathes out.
"What?" Hedwig asks worriedly.
"They thought she was a witch."
You flinch and hide your face down in your knees. Hedwig looks at you with fear in her eyes, not knowing what to say.
"Is it true, Y/N?" she almost whispers.
You don't answer. The two women watch you break out in tears and that's the only answer they need.
"Oh my …", Hedwig whispers, putting her hand on your bare shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
They dry you up and wrap you in a big, fluffy towel. You get to sit down on the floor with the two of them in front of you.
"What happened?" Jerry asks.
You squirm. "I hadn't done anything … only rescued a black cat", you whisper. "It was dying … so I took it in. When the others noticed him, they wanted to burn me at the stake."
"What happened to the cat?" Hedwig asks.
"I-I think they killed him", you mumble.
"No, they didn't", Jerry says firmly. "I think I saw him when me and Silas were there."
You breathe out in relief and finally smile. The two women find your smile to be enchanting — but not in a bad way.
"Why were you wet?" Hedwig asks with furrowed brows.
"Before they burn you at the stake, they have to make sure that you really are a witch", you mumble. "So they tied my hands and feet together and threw me into the lake. The ropes loosened up in the water and I managed to save myself."
"They didn't like that, did they?" Jerry mutters.
"No, they didn't. They were about to burn me, but I managed to run away. So … they threw stones after me. I don't know how long I ran or how far they followed me, but I remember seeing the castle and hoped that I would be saved."
"You are", Hedwig reassures you softly. "We don't think that you are a witch."
"Thank you …"
You've noticed how Jerry looks different by now. Her shoulder length black hair, her name and manly clothes. She wouldn’t survive a day in your village.
The two women help you get into a nightgown and take you back to bed. The sheets have been changed and you slip down into the new, warm, clean sheets. You think back at the bath and squirm at how quickly the people calling themselves your friends suddenly turned their back on you.
The door opens and three men enter, one being the doctor, one being a stranger … and the last one being the king.
“Your majesty …”, you almost stutter, sitting up straight.
“Lay down again”, he says.
You obey.
“I’m happy to see you alive”, he says. “Your bruises and cuts will fade and the evil people who did this to you will pay the price. I promise you.”
Tears fog up your vision. You’re both relieved and embarrassed to know that other people know about the Hell you’ve gone through these last few days.
“Tell us what these cocksuckers did and we’ll slaughter them”, the unfamiliar man says.
“Silas, language”, Dr Kry reminds him.
“I can tell”, Jerry said. “She told us.”
And so, you’re forced to relive it.
Your bruises heal up a few days later. You’re allowed out of bed and out in the garden for some fresh air. At least one of your five new protectors are with you at all times.
"What's wrong, dollface?" Jerry asks. "You look like a lost kitty."
"Nothing", you sigh. "I just miss my family. I can’t believe that they thought …"
"That you were a witch? Shit happens. My parents think I'm mental. What's the big deal?" She shows her pants and shirt. "I can assure you, women will dress like this in the future. I'm just starting the trend."
"I wish I had your confidence."
"It's really not that hard to achieve. You just have to do your own race and then you will find who sticks by your side." She looks around. "Silas doesn't care."
"Are you a couple?"
"Fuck no, he's disgusting. If anything, I see him as that parasite you get under your shoe that you can't get rid off."
You smile slightly, gaining a smile from Jerry. She pinches your cheek softly.
"You should smile more. You have a … bewitching smile."
"Stop that", you laugh. "I don't want to hear the word 'witch' ever again."
Jerry smiles slightly, but her smile drops as she sees Silas coming into the garden.
“Isn’t it my favorite girl?” Silas smiles. “And Jerry of course.”
“Thank you, Silas, much appreciated”, Jerry mutters.
Silas wraps his muscular arms around you and gives your forehead a gentle — but somehow possessive — kiss.
“You’re such a cute little thing”, Silas says and lifts you up in his arms. “Let’s get you inside, things aren’t fully safe outside.”
Jerry gives him a questionable look and he nods noticeably. Silas carries you inside and leaves you in the painting room.
“Why don’t you paint a sweet little painting together with Hedwig?” Silas says. “Me and Jerry have some business to attend to.”
Hedwig enters the room together with the king himself. The heavy, long curtains covers the windows, making you frown.
“Y/N!” Hedwig smiles and runs over to you, wrapping her arms around you.
King Edmund holds his hands together behind his back as he smiles.
“Hello, dearest”, he says. “I’m so happy to see you again. I’ve been quite busy … finding the people who hurt you.”
You shrink.
“Don’t be afraid, they have it all under control”, Hedwig smiles and caresses your cheek.
You nod carefully. Silas and Jerry leave the room and you reach for a paintbrush.
“Hedwig, please, don’t sit like that”, Edmund mutters.
“I’m just sitting”, Hedwig says.
“Not like I want you to sit.”
“And how do you want me to sit?”
“Like your father wants you to sit. Don’t make me write him a letter.”
You look at him, wondering what the connection between Hedwig and Edmund really is. He seems to be able to understand your confused eyes.
“You see, I’m in care for Hedwig at the moment”, King Edmund says. “She’s a relative of mine who should have gone off to finishing school, but instead was sent here for me to deal with.”
“It’s just because we were late in sending the application …”, Hedwig mumbles.
“And now I’m stuck raising you.”
Edmund’s barely older than Hedwig. You sit there, painting for what feels like hours. The door suddenly opens and the doctor enters.
“Your maj- …”, he notices you and stop. “Y/N, nice to see you again. Your majesty, may I speak with you? Now?”
The king nods stiffly and stands up.
“My ladies, I will have to depart from you now”, he says apologetically. “There are things I have to do. Dr Kry will stay here with you.”
You look back at Hedwig once Edmund’s left. Her entire face is pale and her eyes are slightly widened, but she’s trying to hide it. It’s obvious.
“What’s wrong?” you ask cautiously. “Everyone is acting weird today …”
“Nothing is going on!” Hedwig says quickly. “Nothing at all!”
Dr Kry sighs.
“Don’t let her scare you, Y/N”, he says. “Everything is okay, don’t you worry. Continue painting. I think you’re doing it very well.”
You try to shake off the feeling in your stomach and turn back to your painting. They tell you that nothing’s wrong, but you can’t shake off that feeling. It only gets stronger when you hear loud shouting from the outside. Hedwig gasps, but quickly hides her mouth behind her hand. You frown and stand up to go look out the window. Dr Kry mirrors your moves.
“Y/N, don’t”, he warns you, grabbing your arm.
“Why?” you question carefully. “You said that everything was okay.”
You glance at Hedwig who looks even paler than before and then at the strict look on Dr Kry’s face. You rip his arm off of you and hurry over to the window. Roughly, you rip the curtains to the side, exposing the inner yard. A big fire is raging in the middle … with a pole in the pit of the dangerous flame. You freeze when you recognise the people getting tied up, the poor humans crying out for help and forgiveness.
“W-What’s going on?” you stutter.
You flinch heavily when you feel Dr Kry’s large hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, come with me-”, he starts.
“No!” you bursts out. “I don’t want to! I want to know what’s going on!”
“Y/N, dear, please, I’ll take you to bed-”, Hedwig says but you cut her off.
“I don’t want to go to bed, I want to know what you’re hiding from me!”
The doctor and the young girl looks at each other.
“We’re just helping you”, Dr Kry says calmly. “The king insisted on punishing the people who wanted you dead in the same way they wanted to kill you — at the stake.”
In horror, you look back out the window, desperately shaking your head.
“No, wait …”, you hurry to say. “I can’t let them do that! Sure, they’re mental, but they have families too! Please stop this madness!”
You can’t have this on your conscience. You’ll be indirectly responsible for their deaths. Quickly, you loose yourself from Dr Kry’s hold and sprint for the door. He’s right behind you, catching you before you have the chance to flee. His strong arms wrap around you, lifting you up.
“There’s clear orders from the king: you’re not allowed to leave this room until he’s back.”
He places you back down in front of your drawing. Hedwig sits beside you, not saying a word.
“You can’t let this go on, doctor!” you plead. “People are dying!”
“Yes, but … I can’t disobey the king or I’ll find myself strapped to a pole as well. Now continue your painting, it’s wonderful.”
“I agree”, Hedwig says weakly. “I really like it, please continue-”
“How can you pretend that nothing is happening?!” you almost scream.
“They’re traitors who get what they deserve …”, Hedwig mumbles, eyes stuck in her lap.
You stand up again, more forcefully this time. Dr Kry grabs your arms firmly.
"No, I have to-!" you start frantically.
Dr Kry hushes, but your voice grows higher. Realizing silencing you verbally won't work, he brings your face into his chest, locking it in place and hushing louder.
“It's okay, Y/N”, he comforts you. “Everything is for you, everything we do is for your safety and happiness.”
You try to push him away. Hedwig runs over to you and cups your cheeks between her soft hands. You shake your head in pure fear.
“Tell them to stop”, you plead desperately. “Please!”
“We can’t”, Dr Kry says. “King’s orders.”
You can’t shut the screams out. Hedwig hurries over to the music box and turns it on to drown out the horrible noise. Dr Kry brings you back to the painting.
“If you finish it before the king is back he will be pleased with you”, the doctor says.
You sit there, staring in front of you in pure disbelief. This can’t be true. Have the kingdom gone to Hell?
The door opens. King Edmund, Silas and Jerry enter one after another.
“How’s your drawing going?” the king asks.
You ignore him.
“Y/N?” Edmund asks.
“She heard”, Hedwig says quietly. “And saw.”
“I see.” He walks over to you, crouching down beside your chair. “Don’t be mad. You’ll never be hurt again.”
“You can’t do that”, you say. “You can’t kill people like that!”
“They were criminals. They tried to murder you.” He lifts your hand, kissing it gently. “And as your king, I can’t allow those scums to live.”
You rip your hand back and stand up.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you spit.
“I wouldn’t talk to him like that if I were you”, Silas smiles amusedly with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What? You’ll throw me in the fire too?”
“No, but we have the dungeons for a reason”, Edmund says. “Do you want to end up there, sweetheart?”
You glare at him, refusing to answer. Your silence tells him everything he needs to know.
“You’re all barks but no bite, doll”, Jerry says, just as amused as Silas.
“I want to leave”, you say. “I’m well now. You don’t have to keep me here anymore.”
“I don’t think you’re going to leave”, Edmund says. “I order you to stay here. If you disobey, you’ll be punished severely, got it?”
“What’s the punishment?”
“Marrying me. Although, I’d see it as more of a privilege. Don’t you?”
“And even if you left, where would you go?” Dr Kry asks. “Your entire community is gone. There’s nothing left but a ghost village.”
“You’re not leaving, you hear me?” King Edmund says firmly. “You’re staying here now. Where you’re safe. The outside is clearly too harsh for you.”
“You’re insane …”, you whisper.
Hedwig sighs, grabbing your shoulders carefully. “Come, Y/N, I’ll take you to bed.”
You let her drag you with her. Mostly because you want to get away from the other four. Hedwig tucks you into your bed with a soft, apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry that we lied to you”, she says. “But we couldn’t tell you what we were doing. We knew you’d get scared.”
“I thought you were nice”, you mumble sadly.
“We are. We’re doing the right thing … we don’t want people like that around you. They had to pay. We really do cherish you. Bringing you in here was the best choice we’ve made. Honestly. We really want to protect you, Y/N. You’re such a precious soul.”
“Leave me alone, Hedwig.”
She nods carefully and fixes your sheets. Before she leaves, she gives your forehead a kiss. You turn on your side and hugs your knees close to your chest, feeling a sickeningly feeling in your stomach. You shouldn’t feel guilty … the others certainly aren’t. Those people wanted you dead, why are you feeling bad?
After a while, the door opens behind you, but you don’t turn around to see who entered.
“Y/N, turn around”, Jerry says.
“No”, you answer.
“You difficult shit.”
She walks over to your bed, putting something down on the covers. You can feel small movements and soon hear a little, familiar sound. WIth a gasp, you sit up straight and look at the black kitty making cookies on your blanket. You lift him up in your arms, hugging him tightly.
“My little baby, oh my god”, you breathe out into the kitty’s black fur. “You’re okay. I’m so happy to see you again.”
“You’ll forgive us now, right?” Jerry asks.
“You can’t buy my agreement, Jerry.”
“Of course we can. Every human has a prize. This is yours. I know it.”
Of course she’s right, but why should you tell her?
“My dearest Y/N”, she says lowly, stroking your hair. “You understand that even if you had a higher price for your freedom, we would find it. You’re never leaving, do you understand me?”
You gulp and nod noticeably. Jerry chuckles and kisses your cheek before leaving the room. You breathe out shakily, hugging the cat closer to your body. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? A tear runs down your cheek. You really did bewitch them all.
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