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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.1 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Basically, it's a rough night. Prompt: Time to use the last trick you've got This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 21: Fox On The Run

2:00 AM, 23rd of November, 1976

Moony’s claws dug deeper, and you emitted a cry, Prongs tensed as if he was preparing to gore the wolf. And that’s when it downed you: Werewolves don’t attack animals, and clearly, they didn’t attack animagus either. Finally, you smiled, recalling one last trick you had under your sleeve.

The next couple of seconds went by too fast for you to process, but your actions had been almost instinctive, as if time had slowed down. You started shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until you managed to free your shoulder from the wolf’s claws. Your skin turned into red furr, your nose grew into a snout, and once you had fully transformed into a fox –your animagus– you rolled around on the floor and scattered away towards Sirius’ direction, your fluffy tail waving behind you as you did.

The wolf was confused at first, as if it didn’t comprehend what had happened as you nestled between the huge dog’s legs, he looked even bigger and more imposing to you now, since you were so small. Your arm, which had now become your leg, hurt massively as you ran his way, especially since you were now using it to walk. Sirius, or rather, Padfoot, had kept his eyes on you as you did and instantly placed himself over you in a protective stance. You were still pretty alert, now your own hair standing on end as you looked at the wolf, he was staring at you, and he looked pissed, as if the fact that you had gone and hide under the dog made him angry; because he did look angry. More so now than when you had used the stupefy charm on him, even more than when he howled at the moon after being hit by the whomping willow.

In fact, you’d go as far as to say he was having fun hunting you, playing a sadistic game only he could enjoy, toying with his prey before ending with its life. But now, he was pissed. You could feel it, maybe in the way he breathed, or in the way it was growling at you, or perhaps it was because you were canine now, your senses enhanced potentially by your animagus form. The wolf bared his teeth, Padfoot flinched but held his stance, instinctively you leaned towards one of its pows, rubbing your snout softly, reassuringly. He seemed to feel better after that, leaning closer to you too while he still held his protective stance, so close you could feel the way he breathed. That only irked the wolf further.

Padfoot stared at the wolf attentively, and then he barked at you, you instantly knew what it meant, and you turned around and took off running. The wolf had jumped over Padofoot, but Prongs had been quicker, and he had gored him on the side. The wolf cried out in pain as it was pushed to one of the trees, the deer’s antlers had struck the same spot the Whomping Willow, causing its already broken rib to move around. You turned when you heard the wolf’s cries, he was still staring at you attentively, even as he struggled back to his feet.

The dog turned back, barking at you again, stronger, more desperate, he wasn’t sure how much longer they’d manage to keep the wolf in check since it seemed absolutely result in his commitment to get to you. You stared at him still, like a deer trapped in headlights, and then you felt a nudge at your paw, it was Wormtail, urging you to move. One last look and Padfoot barked again, so you finally turned your head and ran. The small brown rat was falling behind, so you used your snout to grab it, careful not to hurt him, and kept running.

The wolf had finally gotten up, and he had managed to pass through both Padfoot and Prongs, running straight in your direction. They were trailing behind, trying to keep up with the wolf, the deer did it first, catching up with him and pushing him with his body, trying to coerce him off track. But his efforts were futile, the wolf was deadset on getting to you. You ran as fast as your paws allowed you to, breath heavy as you skipped through branches and rocks.

The wolf was catching up, and you were starting to run out of ideas, that was until you found a small creek, and a big holed-out rock on the other side of the stream. You Jumped straight to the water and almost dropped Wormy (still in your snout) from the hiss your body instantly emitted. The water wasn’t cold, it was freezing. You swam through the small stream, shivering as you felt your limbs start to go numb. At least your arm injury didn’t hurt as much. But the cold water, attempting to size your movements was much worse. Not even your thick fox fur was enough to keep you from trembling as you fought to reach the hole in the rock.

Once you reached the other side, you went straight inside the rock. The hole was barely big enough for you to fit inside, so you had to squeeze in, crying out as the cold stone rubbed onto the gush the wolf’s claws had created when he had you pinned down on the ground. The cry caused Peter to fall from your snout, and he scrambled inside as fast as he could, looking at you pityingly as you continued trying to squeeze yourself inside.

And then you felt it, a sharp pang, clawing at the end of your now wet tail, pulling the part of your tail that you hadn’t yet managed to get inside the rock and dragging you out, even as you struggled, claws digging on the wet ground. You turned, shivering as the wolf stared at you. There was bood staining his fur, just as much staining yours, where his claws had been mere minutes ago. The wolf was leaning down on you, looking at you angrily when prongs appeared out of nowhere, jumping over the stream and goring him on the side yet again. Padfoot was just above you, shielding you as you scurried back to the hole.

This time around you pushed harder, taking the pain of the stone peeling your open wound with nothing more than tightened jaws. Somehow, you’d managed to squeeze in and walked as deep inside the rocky side as possible. Not that there was much space inside either. Wormtail was there, looking at you preoccupied, your wound was bleeding now, staining your entire leg with I. You looked at it, and let yourself fall on the ground. Safe, you thought, for the first time tonight.

Peter dragged himself closer as you placed your snout over the cold rocks, wincing as the sharp pain from your arm returned with the movement. You were shivering, you realised, as you tried to wrap your tail around your body for warmth. The rat –Peter– got just close enough to place its small little hand over one of your paws, giving you a look that you could only interpret as pitiful, perhaps worried. The wolf was still outside, you could hear him growling and pacing. You could also listen to the hooves of the deer, hitting the floor every now and then, and even the faint sound of Padfoot’s breathing. He was still tense. Both animals watching the wolf pace around as if waiting for you to get out. Because you would have to get out at some point.

You had already closed your eyes when you felt a desperate little hand over your snout. You opened your eyes lazily, and saw the rat again, looking preoccupied. Peter knew you weren’t supposed to fall asleep. Probably because of the amount of bIood that was stuck to your fur, already getting sticky and starting to dry. You shook your head and stared at it. And he started to do a little dance, attempting to entertain you. You stared at him for a while, and it worked, you were laughing in your head as the rat continued to tumble around. Whenever your eyes started to close again, Peter would gently tap on your snout, keeping you awake throughout the night.

After a couple of hours had gone by, Peter finally allowed you to fall asleep, keeping a close eye on you to make sure your breathing wasn’t ragged or your heart beat too fast. Eventually, a low grunt woke you up, you squinted to find Wormtail sleeping, lying on his back with his mouth wide open, you looked to the side, there was a little light coming from the hole that led outside, so you leaned in and nudged the little rat with your snout, first it only stirred a little, still in deep sleep, and after the second nudge, he woke up, looking around panicked. You tilted your head to the side pointing at the opening, a bit of a worried expression showing on your fox features as another grunt came from the outside, this time accompanied by a wail.

Peter knew those sounds well, Remus was turning back. He gave you a warning look and slowly walked outside, peering through the hole for a second before going back inside. Motioning for you to get out. When you peeked your head out, snout and eyes barely out of the hole. You saw Peter turn back, and James, who was already himself again, drop a cloak over a shivering mass on the floor. When you realised the wails and cries were actually coming from Remus you panicked, trying to fight your way out only to feel an extremely sharp pain over your arm. Now it was you who emitted a sharp high-pitched whimper.

Then, out of nowhere, Sirius appeared in front of you, a soft look on his face as he placed his hands over your paws “Hey Starshine,” he said kindly “It’s ok,” he reassured “Remus is all right. We’re all okay, James and Peter are going to take him back to the shack before anybody notices he was out.”

You struggled to get out again, only to whimper as the rock graced your injured arm. For some reason, it felt just as fresh as it did yesterday.

“Easy there,” he said, “I’m gonna lift the rock and help you out, ok?” You nodded, Sirius took out his wand and performed a spell wordlessly, lifting the rock from its spot. Once the space was high enough, you stumbled out, limping as you walked closer to him. You completely missed the horror in his expression when he realised the bIood clinging to the fur on your leg, but you were still trying to walk towards Remus, needing to make sure he was all right. Desperate to make sure he wasn’t hurt because of you.

“Wait luv!” you heard Sirius say as you scurried away towards the boy, using your snout to lift the cloak James had thrown over him, getting out as fast as you’d gotten in when you realised Remus had no clothes under the cloak, you should’ve known. Sirius shook his head with a bit of a diverted smile. And leaned in closer to lift the cloak off of Remus’ head. “He’s all right, see?” He told you as you used your head to nudge the passed-out boy.

“It often happens when he’s had a rough night,” Added James, “And yesterday was pretty bad, you know.”

You winced at that statement “But it wasn’t your fault sweetheart,” Sirius added, “Pads and Wormy will be taking Remus back now, I’ll stay with you, try and find a good reason to give when I take you to the infirmary.” Just like Sirius explained, both Peter and James lifted Remus’ arms over their shoulder and started dragging him through the forest. Finally, you leaned towards the small stream, and dipped your paw, attempting to wash the wound before turning back, since you knew it’d be easier. Sirius leaned over beside you, sitting over his shins as he placed a hand over your back, stroking gently before leaning over just a little and pouring water over your leg. You let him, Sirius’ hands over your animagus form felt just as nice as they felt over your human self.

He accidentally let some cold water fall over your wound and you winced, “Sorry sweetheart.” He said as he continued, now carefully rubbing his thumb over your paw, making sure to unstick the thick clogs of fur the bIood had caused. “So… you did it as well,” he said “Turned into an animagus, just like us.”

You just let your head fall on the ground comfortably, enjoying the way Sirius continued washing you up “And you ended up a vixen of all things,” he said with a laugh, “fitting.”

Shut it Puppy, you thought as you turned to nudge his hand in protest, which just made him laugh more, in turn you gave him a small soft bite.

“Hey! I didn’t bite you when you were helping me a couple of moons ago, huh?” He told you, and you remembered the way the big black dog had only placed his head over your lap and urged you to pet him; like Sirius sometimes did. I really should have known.

“All right sweetheart, you’re done.” He said with a light scratch over your ear that had you almost melt. “I need you to turn back so I can get a closer at that shoulder.”

You did not want to turn back, the bruises from last night would probably be a lot more noticeable in human form, but the sharp pain on your shoulder blade as you tried to pull back made you figure it really wasn’t an option at this point.

So slowly, you went back to your human form, ending up in a sitting position just in front of Sirius. His face, which had looked diverted until that point, teasing and playing with the fox, turned into one of absolute dread when he realised the state your face was actually in.

He placed both hands around it, which had you wince when his thumb accidentally brushed over a section Evan had grabbed onto a little too harshly earlier, “Sweetheart look at you.”

“‘m fine,” you managed to muster, the pain on your parted lip stinging as your lips stretched to talk.

Sirius sighed, his frown only deepening as he brushed his hand lightly over some of the bruises, small dots, forming the shape of thick fingers, a thicker one on your left side, two over your right cheek and the rest going down your neck, “Who was it?” he asked bitterly.

You shrugged, “Evan,” you told him simply “I probably fought back too much.”

Sirius rubbed your cheek softly, “He’ll pay for this,” he said darkly, as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket dipping it in the cold stream, before bringing it to your face, cleaning off the dirt that had stuck to it when you fell to the ground due to Barty’s spell. “Just you wait, we’ll tell Dumbledore and–“

“–We can’t.”

“What are you talking about? We can–“

“–Sirius. Why are we here and not at the infirmary?” You asked, grabbing onto his wrist, holding back a wince as a peeled part of your palm graced over his soft skin.

“Well, I have to tend your wounds because we can’t let people know you were out, let alone about Moony being the one to–“

“–Exactly,” you nodded “If we tell Dumbledore they will tell him it all happened in the Forbidden Forest, they can even say they held me down because I refused to listen when they told me not to walk inside–“

“–Dumbledore wouldn’t believe them.”

“Either way it won’t matter,” you told him as you shook your head lightly, “If we were to tell him I’d have to explain why I was in the forest in the first place, and then he’ll find out I know about Remus and he’ll probably wonder how the hell I survived the night and I won’t be able to explain it without telling him I’m an illegal animagus and that my other illegal animagus friends helped me.”

Sirius’ face fell, you were right, you couldn’t tell the teachers, “But Starshine, if you were looking at the same thing I’m looking at right now–“

You let a dry laugh out “–I look like shit, don’t I?”

Sirius shook his head and leaned over to place a soft kiss on your temple “You look like you’re about to break apart. And I haven’t even seen your arm yet.”

You turned towards it, wincing as you saw the way the fluff of the sweater had stuck to the dry bIood “That’s gonna hurt.”

“Can I?” Sirius asked as he toyed with the hem of the sweater, you nodded, and he slowly lifted it off your body, you hissed as he started to slowly peel the last bit off, the fabric had actually stuck to the wound, so he was essentially reopening it as he tried to take the sweater off.

“Why were you in the forest anyway? We told you it wasn’t safe.” You winced, you probably deserved that “I told you so” but it’s not like you liked it anyway, especially since the reason you were there had come from truly good intentions.

“I wanted to get Moonflower… ouch,” you complained as he removed a particularly stuck bit.

“Moonflower? For the herbology project you were talking about with Moony?”

You shook your head “That was a lie,” you admitted “It’s for a potion’s project. I accidentally met Damocles Belby a couple of weeks ago, he thinks a bit of Moonflower may aid him develop a potion that will help werewolves remember who they are once they transform… I– I was trying to help Remus.”

“Ah…” he said in realisation “How did you find out about him? There’s no way Damocles knows.”

“No, he’s clueless, he thinks I’m obsessed with werewolves…aaaaah Sirius!“ you trailed off, when he peeled a particularly stuck bit.

“Sorry love,” he said, “we’re almost getting it completely unstuck.”

You bit your lip to try and hold back a cry as he continued “I found out on the last moon,” you admitted, “did some research too.”

“Is that why you were at the library that day?” You nodded “I knew you were off for some reason.”

“…sorry.”

“For coming to the forest?”

“For lying,” you added “I should have told you when I found out… I didn’t want you to think I was butting in your already-established dynamics.”

“You could only make things better by butting in Starshine, you were reckless last night though. I was barking and you just kept staring at Moony like you weren’t scared of him.”

“I was worried, he had already been hit by the Whomping Willow because of me, and then Prongs was goring him, I– his cries Sirius…”

The boy nodded, he knew exactly what that worry felt like, he had felt it before, several times for Remus. And last night, he felt it for you.

“Remus is strong,” he reassured “He’ll be like new soon enough.”

You sighed “I just hope I didn’t hurt him too much.”

Sirius let out a breathy laugh, “Knowing him, he’s probably thinking the same thing right now. And he’ll probably be angry too. Why did you drop the wand?”

“You saw that?” you asked with a gasp. By now Sirius had managed to remove the sweater and started to pull on the seams of your already tattered shirt sleeve to try and break it apart to remove it, to make it easier, and hopefully less painful for you.

“Of course I did, James and I were thinking of a plan of action when you did that.”

“Remus told me to use it against him. I wasn’t planning to hurt him, no matter what.”

“That was dumb.”

“You would’ve done the same.”

“Yeah, but I’m the reckless one in the relationship.”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, wincing when his hands brushed against the cut “You sure about that?”

He finally ripped the shirt off, which had you digging your nails into your leg to hold back a cry, your entire arm was bare, the sharp marks of the claws visible, along with deeply scraped sections caused by the harsh way you had squeezed yourself inside the rock. Sirius was the one to wince this time, not even sure how to approach the tattered skin, the worst part was that it still looked way too fresh, “Maybe we’re both the reckless ones in the relationship.”

He dipped his handkerchief in the water again and washed it out lightly before letting it saturate in water again and squeezing it over your wound, you hissed when the cold water first landed upon your warm skin, but then you sighed, it was numbing and that felt nice, you then laughed breathily “We’d need someone like Remus to join our relationship to keep us in check,” you joked.

“Remus would just let us be reckless and watch.”

“Nah, he’s got a bit of common sense, he’d stop us before it got too dangerous,” you countered.

“Yeah, probably, but only when it’s really dangerous,” Sirius agreed, now lightly cleaning the wound.

He moved his wand closer and placed it just above it, whispering something, but only half the wound got better, the scratches healed, but the section where Moony’s claws had dug into was still open. Sirius frowned and tried again.

“It’s not working.”

You looked at the side, and remembered your notes again “Dittany…” you added.

“What?” Sirius asked with a frown.

“Silver and dittany, that helps with werewolf wounds,” you added “…read it in a book.”

“I’ll get some and–” he said, you placed your hand over his forearm, pulling him.

“Please don’t leave me,” you said, almost in a whisper, you hated being so clingy, but after the night you’d had, the last thing you wanted was to be alone again.

Sirius’ expression softened, “We can’t go in the castle with you like this,” he told you “and we can’t use Honey Duke’s passage either, they’re already open…” There’s a secret passage at Honeydukes? you thought, “…maybe I can send a message to James so he brings over the cloak or we could do some spell to…”

“Take me as a fox,” you suggested.

“What?” Sirius asked, confused.

“Take me as a fox, tell Pomfrey you found me in the forest when you went out flying in the morning, and that I was hurt. While she’s distracted, get some dittany from her supplies and then we can find somewhere else to use it. Foxes are common enough in this region for them to believe you.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to take you to Kettleburn?”

“If you were actually helping a fox, would you take them to him?” He shook his head, “Exactly, the plan will work.”

He seemed to think about it for a second and then nodded, “All right, let’s go then, little vixen.” You rolled your eyes but turned back into a fox. He seemed hesitant at first, not knowing exactly how to pick you up before placing his hand under your belly and pulling you up, almost like you would hold a cat. “Is that alright luv?” You rubbed your head over his chest, as an answer. “Great, I’m gonna start walking to the castle, if you feel any sort of pain, wave our tail.”

Sirius started to walk then, still cradling you in his hands, he kept whispering things at you as he continued walking through the Forbidden Forest, “We’re about to reach the grounds,” he informed “We’ll be there soon, just hang on,” he told you, when you finally reached the edge of the forest you dug your head deeper on Sirius’ chest. He was warm, and the way he was holding you made you feel at peace, safe, safer than you’d felt the entire night, safer than the rock.

Eventually, the two reached the castle, and he walked in through the side gates, walking in and carrying you along with him, people were looking at him weird. You heard a couple of younger girls say things like “Awwww…” and “Look at Sirius, he cares for animals, that’s so hot.”

You wondered if he was used to girls acting like that all the time, of course he is, this is Sirius we’re talking about, he probably basks on the attention.

You half dug your head deeper into him when you heard them, which just had him chuckle slightly, “What is it Starshine? You jealous?” You nibbled on his shirt in response but whined when you realised the movement had been too harsh, straining your arm and therefore causing you pain.

Sirius frowned then, looking at you with worry and picking up the pace “‘m sorry love,” he mumbled.

Even if people kept staring at him, no one dared to approach him, not until you were already a couple of halls away from the library and Lily pretty much stopped him dеad in his tracks “Where is she?” she asked, panic edging on her voice. Sirius looked over her shoulder, he wanted to just skip past her to get the dittany, but she wouldn’t budge. “Sirius!”

“She’s ok,” he said, “We’re taking care of her.”

“We who? I saw Peter and James earlier, and you’re here running to the infirmary with a fox!”

“She needs help!” he said, still trying to avoid the redhead.

“I don’t care if your fox is a girl Sirius! You either tell me where she is or I swear–“

You nudged the boy with your snout, nodding slightly. He understood, you were giving him permission, “She’s here.”

“Where?” she asked looking around, “Does she have the cloak?”

Sirius shook his head, capturing Lily’s attention again “Here,” he said, moving you up just slightly, you hissed from the strain in your arm “Sorry love,” he whispered.

“You turned her into a fox?!” Lily said with a gasp, straight up covering her mouth from shock.

“She kind of did it herself,” Sirius explained.

“Wait does that mean she’s an a–“

“–Evans! If you keep shouting the entire school will know, now help me get some dittany.”

She looked shocked, and terrified all at the same time “Did he… did he bite her?” She stammered.

Sirius shook his head, “He scratched her, but it’s not healing.”

She took a deep breath, calming herself down “Ok, you take her in, I’ll raid the cupboard for some dittany and silver essence, and maybe some Mugwort, or comfrey root, whichever I find first. If you can, sneak out some beeswax, do it. She does not keep it in the cupboard. And Sirius, one last thing. We need to be fast. Werewolf scratches are harder to heal the more time goes by without treatment.”

Sirius nodded, you were impressed by the way Lily had taken control of the situation, but mostly by how willing she was to break the rules and steal ingredients from the school in order to help you. Your mood, however, dropped to the ground the moment you heard Remus’ wails as you entered the infirmary. Your hair stood on end and you attempted to wiggle out of Sirius’ grasp but he grabbed on to you tighter, planting his own feet on the floor. You turned to him exasperated as you continued to wiggle, but he knew Madam Pomfrey was busy with Remus, so he went to the other side and started looking for the beeswax.

You managed to escape his grasp and limped your way to the curtains separating the room. Leaning close to a corner and only dipping your head inside, Remus had half of his body covered by the white sheets, the rest of him was in full view, and you finally saw how much damage you had done to him. His wails were because Madam Pomfrey was accommodating some of his ribs in place with her hands. You winced, almost pulling back completely just from the way it creaked.

He had a few scratches and a slightly deep cut, probably from Prong’s strong antlers. But the worst part was probably how bruised he was, there were bruises going down his back, already turning a dark purple from when you had used stupefy and his left side, where the Willow had struck, was even worse.

You winced when he cried again, you wanted to reach out for him, but you knew you could not let Pomfrey see you, so you stayed there, watching quietly. At some point, Pomfrey turned Remus around and he spotted you, you gave him a look, but he just dropped his gaze, avoiding you entirely while clenching his jaw, to avoid crying in front of you. You were about to lose all prudence left and jump all the way inside when you felt Sirius pull you back again, holding you just like before. You didn’t try to fight him this time, allowing him to drag you outside the infirmary, both trailing behind Lily.

He caught up with her after a few long strides. “Where are we going?” he asked in a low tone.

“Common room, she’ll stay with me, in your room so Mary and Marlene don’t notice, you’ll have to get to class.”

Sirius shook his head “No way in hell I’m leaving her,” that made you feel at ease, nuzzling into him a little.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea you stay, you’ve been missing a lot of classes lately.”

“Don’t care about classes,” he insisted.

“Sirius, it’s not about that, we don’t want to raise more suspicion, don’t you get it?”

“She asked me not to leave her,” he admitted, almost reluctantly, as if he knew how hard it had been for you to ask.

Lily sighed, “We’ll talk about it later.”

Eventually, the two of them arrived at the common room, Sirius taking the lead and opening his room, letting Lily walk in. “Do you have a mortar?” she asked as she started taking things out from her pockets and placing them on a trunk.

Sirius had already walked all the way to his bed and gently laid you down there, “There should be one on James’ dresser,” he said pointing at it without really turning to look. “All right love, we’re here, you can turn back.”

You hesitated for a second, looking at Lily before finally turning back, you were sitting on your shins when you turned so you had to accommodate yourself, to sit properly. Sirius was sitting just on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a bit of a worried expression. He was not expecting the first time he had you on his bed to be like this.

Lily, who was a little surprised at how neat James’ stuff had been arranged, found the mortar in about half a minute, turning to look at you and almost letting it completely fall on the ground after that, her expression turning into one of absolute worry now “Look at what those stupid boys did to you luv,” she said as she fastly approached.

“Should’ve seen the other guy,” you joked. Even if the other guys were pretty much perfectly fine, probably. Lily sighed in response, and walked to the trunk, right in front of her, grabbing some of the ingredients she had gathered, and started to crunch them inside the mortar. “How did you find out?” you asked, you had been curious about that since she stopped Sirius in the hall, in fact, you were still a little confused of how Sirius, James and Peter had found you.

“Severus,” she said bitterly.

“He tried to warn us, we didn’t care to listen to what he wanted to say and he went to Lily instead.”

“He told me Barty had locked you up in the Shrieking Shack, he already knew the place was Remus’ hideout. And he also knew it was full moon.”

“He knew about Remus?” You asked shocked.

“Found out last year, it was my fault,” Sirius admitted, dropping his face as shame filled his delicate features. In fact, it had taken a good deal of time and effort for the two of them to make up after that time, “We should’ve listened to him, perhaps we would’ve gotten there earlier.”

You shook your head “Severus could’ve been setting up a trap for you, it was wiser to ignore him,” you responded simply, “Stupid slime head, didn’t do anything when they were locking me up in the Shack, had it not been because Remus hadn’t turn yet, and because he gave me his wand–”

“–You used his wand?” Lily asked, turning to you a little amused. You nodded in response, “She’s never been too keen on working when I’ve tried.”

“Yeah, his wand’s picky,” added Sirius, “it’s wonky when James and Peter try to use it too.”

“Not with you?” Lily asked, looking at Sirius, still shaking her hand furiously to crumble the ingredients into a paste.

“No, I thought I was the only one,” he admitted, turning to you.

“Looks like Remus’ wand likes us very much,” you said with a shrug and winced when you felt the sharp pain again, at this point, it was becoming as painful as it was annoying.

“It’s ready,” Lily said, standing up from the floor and walking towards the bed, Sirius moved slightly to the side, and you tilted your head so your hair wouldn’t fall on the wound as she applied it. But Lily didn’t place the mixture yet. And she instead looked at your shirt, tattered, broken and a little dirty, “I– I think it’d be best if you took the shirt off entirely,” she said, “to work on the wound better and make sure it doesn’t get infected or anything like that.”

“Oh, right,” you said as you went for the hem of the shirt. As you attempted to take the shirt off with one hand, Lily gave Sirius a look, who turned slightly red before he turned around, eyes facing the wall.

“Here, lemme help,” Lily said, as she helped you pull the shirt off. The moonflower that you had hidden during the night, fell to the bed. You gasped, a huge smile appearing on your face.

Lily looked at it with a frown, “Why did you–“ she started, not quite understanding why you were so happy

In the end, the whole ordeal hadn’t been for nothing, the Moonflower survived! “–I thought I’d lost her, or perhaps she had been crushed when Moony… Either way, it doesn’t matter, this is great!”

She looked at you, still confused, “But… why do you need Moonflower?”

You gave her another smile “I’ll tell you all about it! I promise, but for now, would you mind taking it to Damocles Belby when you go back to classes? He needs it.”

Lily nodded and took the flower in her hands before carefully sitting it down on the side table. Finally, she placed her hand on your cheek, gently moving her hands to have a good look at your face as she directed where she wanted you to tilt it towards, “I’ll bring you something for those bruises too, luv…”

“I see why you wanted me gone,” Sirius said in a tone you knew all too well, “you wanted to have my girlfriend all to yourself.”

“Well, she did say I’m a great kisser,” Lily added as she finished pulling the shirt over your head, leaving you in a simple sports bra… Sirius turned his head around to look at her, completely surprised by her teasing, but she threw your shirt straight as his face “Don’t turn you perv!”

“She’s my girlfriend!” Sirius said, turning back and slowly taking the shirt off his face, it smelled like you.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make you less of a perv,” she retorted, and finally leaned in closer to you, looking at you attentively “This might hurt,” she warned, to which you nodded. If it didn’t you’d be more surprised.

She brought her hand to the paste and took a good amount in between her fingers, bringing it straight to the sharp claw lines on your arm. Your breath hitched in your throat and your jaw clenched with the contact, you blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears.

“Sorry,” she said as she noticed your stance “It won’t take too long, I promise,” Lily was being honest, she took another bunch of the paste, and swiftly went over the other opening, working light and fast as you held your breath. She did it one more time and then she was done “There we go,” she told you with a smile “You’re done.”

You let a deep breath out and used your hands to wipe some of the tears that had stubbornly fallen from your face, “Thanks,” you told her as you sniffed “for helping me, even if you had to steal ingredients from the infirmary.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she told you with a wink as she wiped her fingers on the mortar. “You should probably rest. I can keep the girls out of our room for the day if you–“

“–She can stay here,” Sirius interrupted, “The boys won’t mind.” He was still looking at the wall.

“Will you be comfortable?” she asked with a little frown.

You nodded, “I’ll just steal one of their sweaters when it’s time to go back,” you added, “since my shirt is all tattered now.”

“I can bring you some clothes later,” she responded “So you can take off those,” she said, looking at your mud-stained jeans.

“I can borrow her some pyjamas for now,” Sirius added.

Lily nodded, “I’ll come back in a couple of hours to check up on it,” she said pointing at your arm “I’m sure I can whip something up in potions to help with the pain too. Sirius, keep a close eye on her, if she falls asleep, monitor her temperature. It doesn’t look infected but it’s always a possibility.” Sirius nodded, which got Lily to nod herself, bobbing her head up and down almost nervously as he gave one last look at you, “take care, Luv,” she said, placing a hand on your shoulder before turning to pick the mortar up and walking to the bathroom to do some cleanup, giving you one last look before looking at the clock and rushing out.

You sighed as you saw her red hair disappear, you wondered how it was possible you’d gotten so lucky that you got to have Lily Evans as your close friend. Eventually, you let yourself fall on the bed, carefully keeping your arm over your stomach as you did. Sirius stood up from the bed and walked towards his dresser, pulling out the same pyjama pants you’d seen him wear when James had brought you to their room before the quidditch match.

“These ones might fit,” he said, handing them over.

“Thanks,” you said as you went to unbutton your pants, managing to do it without much fuzz and then going for the zipper, struggling just a little then. Sirius turned around when he realised he was actually looking at the colour of your undies now. That made you raise an eyebrow “Sirius, you’ve seen me in a swimsuit,” you said as you struggled to take the pants off with one hand.

“That was two years ago,” he said, sitting down on the bed with his back towards you, “you’ve changed.”

“Not that much,” you retorted, finally getting the pants halfway down your tights.

Sirius shook his head “Very much,” he insisted, while he cleared his throat “your, erm… proportions are different.”

You laughed at that, it was always surprising to see Sirius’ shyer side. Eventually, you managed to take them completely off. “And you’ve touched too.”

He nodded “Yeah, in broom closets and forbidden sections, that’s how I know you’ve changed a lot. But you know what those have in common? They’re dark.” You laughed again, pulling the pyjama pants up and standing on the bed to press a soft kiss to the boy’s neck, which had him perk up from surprise “Lily said you should rest.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, leaning into him “I’m resting.”

Sirius let out a diverted huff in response, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Very,” you admitted “but you’re warm… and comfortable.”

Sirius smiled, shaking his head as he did. Most of the time he felt like the needy one, leaning into you, asking you to play with his hair, or even reaching for your hand, it was nice to know you enjoyed the contact as much as he did. Even nicer that you’d ask for it.

“Wouldn’t it be better to lay down on the bed?” he asked, finally tilting his head to look at you, cheek squeezed a little on his shoulder, the soft skin of your neck completely visible. He almost hated how thrilled the sight made him feel, knowing full well –since he could see the bruises still– the reason you didn’t have a shirt was because you were hurt and scratched and all banged up, on what had probably been the worst night of your life.

You smiled, looking up at the boy, prettiest boy in the world, you thought, before nodding and leaning back, slowly moving in the bed till you accommodated yourself. “You want a blanket?” he asked, turning his head just a little. You nodded and he opened one of the drawers from his side table, pulling out a fluffy red blanket and carefully placing it on top of you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, and he sat on the bed again. You looked at him, as if you wanted to ask him something.

“What is it, Starshine?” You made a small frown, Sirius couldn’t think of anything other than how adorable it looked, “Whatever you want, just tell me.”

You looked to the side “Would you mind cuddling?” you ended up asking, mushing the words together from how fast you had actually spoken.

Sirius smiled, and leaned closer to you, levelling himself to lay his head on the pillow beside yours “You can cuddle me whenever you want,” he responded simply.

You instantly leaned into him, a contented sigh escaping your lips “You’re really warm,” you whispered as you hugged him, leaning on your good arm and letting the one with the wound and paste lay over his torso. Sirius adjusted himself, accommodating his arm under your head and bringing you even closer to him.

“Comfortable?”

You nodded, way too much, “Yes.”

He smiled, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, at some point he started rubbing soft circles to your back, soothing you to sleep.

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 9 months

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Hi!! Can i request the re8 women with an s/o thats really insecure of her big thighs (smut and fluff) please!! thank you in advance!!! :))

Hello, dear! ♥️ I hope you don't mind that I went with our dear Countess on this one 👀😌

Alcina looked at you incredulously, almost offended at your words as you stood in front of the mirror, half clothed.

"What.. did you just say?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"They're too big, my lady! Just look at them!"

You smacked the outer part of your thigh, making them jiggle. An act that only made the Countess' eyes narrow in an entirely different way.

"Draga, your thighs are exquisite. A feast for the eyes, among.. other things."

She stood, slowly circling your body before coming to stand beside you in the mirror.

"Why, it'd be nothing but an honor to mark over every inch of that supple flesh of yours, pet."

You pouted, pulling the shirt you wore down a little lower in a poor attempt to cover your exposed skin.

"You're just saying that."

The Lady sighed and placed her cigarette onto it's holder on the dresser. A single fluid movement of her fingers and the back of her dress was unbuttoned, the soft fabric willowing to the floor beneath her. You instantly blushed - not that you hadn't seen Alcina's naked before - but you honestly didn't think you'd ever not blush at such a sinful sight.

"Now, my dear.. tell me, what do you see?"

"Fucking beauty."

Alcina chuckled. "Language."

"Ah.. sorry.. I mean.. you're beautiful, my lady."

"Mh.. and how much larger would you say my thighs are than yours?"

You bit your bottom lip, eyes grazing over the ashen landscape that was the lower part of her body.

"Quite.. quite a bit."

"Exactly.. and does that make them any less beautiful?"

"What!? No! But you're.. you! I'm just-"

She leaned down low, taking your chin between two fingers.

"Just what? Careful with your words, draga."

You huffed slightly. "I mean.. I'm just.. you know.. me-"

Before you could fully finish your sentence you were lifted into the air and tossed onto the Countess' bed - rough enough to pull a small amount of air from your lungs but still placed with the upmost of care. Your body instantly overcome with a fevered heat as she moved in a little closer, removing your underwear with a single swish of her claws.

Clicking her tongue in disappointment, Alcina leaned down.

"We have talked about this, pet, have we not?"

You nodded, cheeks already flushed in a deep crimson.

"Y-yes, my lady."

"And what did we discuss, hm?"

"That.. that there's nothing.. just.."

A pause - followed by a moan when her hand came down against your thighs in response, marking it with a delicious red welt.

"Mmph-! That there's n-nothing just about me! My lady."

"Mh.. better."

Alcina rose to her full height before coming to join you on the bed, her large frame positioned directly in front of where your body lay.

"Now, draga.. lie back while I take my time marking this pretty flesh of yours."

Your eyes closed at the first touch - as her lips came to your skin, quickly followed the graze of her teeth and the sweet sting of her claws. And oh, how the juices pooled within the heated space between your legs, building with each imprint of her claim on you - with each drop of blood that trickled down the inner and outer parts of your thighs from the deeper ones. Your breath catching in your throat as the warmth of her breath moved even closer to your core.

"Such a stunning pet. So perfect."

Another kiss, and then another, only stopping after she finally placed one to your clit.

"And all mine." She growled.

Her tongue swept generously over your core and you nearly lost control, hips immediately bucking into her. The Castle air, cool - soothing against the heated marks on your skin and exposing the full measure of your arousal.

"Yes, all yours." You gasped.

A moan mixed with a growl muffled into the wet folds that enveloped the lower part of her face - vibrating against your entrance and making you even needier, desperate.

"M-more." You pleaded.

The Lady obliged, lifting your hips with one hand as the other came to your core - a single tease over the slit of you before her finger slid in, filling your core almost instantly.

You moaned, embarrassingly loud and with zero inhibitions.

"Someone's greedy." The Lady smirked.

"Y'yes."

The next few moments were but a blur, with the Lady's finger driving relentlessly in and out of you. Forcing one wave of pleasure over you after another as your whole body convulsed in pleasure - time and time again. And even if you'd wanted to, there was no voice for which to protest with - not to tell her you've had enough as each word in your body was swallowed by a cry.. a moan.. an endless scream into the night as your desire continuously soaked her bed sheets below you.

By the time your body had fallen breathless to the bed you could barely think, barely breathe. Panting as a thick fog of bliss took residence in your mind and aftershocks of pleasure rolled warmly over you.

"Alcina-"

"Hush, pet. Reserve your energy."

You nodded, allowing your breath to slowly begin to return to normal. A few moments and one or two glasses of water later and Alcina came to sit beside you, fingers gently tracing over some of the marks she gave you.

"Now.. draga.. the next time you have these unsavory thoughts about yourself, I want you to take a look at these marks and remind yourself of exactly what I think of you."

You looked at her sheepishly, blushing even harder when you saw the full lengths of what she'd done to you.

"I .. I will, my lady."

"Good. Good, pet."

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Moonlit Redemption - Sirius Black

You and Sirius are not supposed to like each other, it's against your instincts, so why does your heart flutter whenever he's around?

A/N My longest fic yet! It was supposed to be James X Reader, but it made more sense with Sirius.

Warnings: Kissing

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The Forbidden Forest was alive in the dark hours of the night. The moonlight reflected off the branches, shrouding you in tapestries of shadow and light. The forest was silent, a light breeze cooling you down as you climbed trees and chased bugs.

Nights like these were your favourite, where you had no worries, no pestering school boys to bother you. It was just you and nature.

Being an Animagus was thrilling. Sure, the process of getting registered was long, and you’d rather be something other than a white ragdoll cat, but roaming around Hogwarts grounds with no one to question you is a blessing in itself.

You were out for your nightly walk, choosing to adventure into the Forbidden Forest instead of the usual walk you take around Hogwarts School.

Other cats roamed the school and, as if sensing you weren't a full cat, they’d attempt to fight you. So after a particularly horrid day, you decided to adventure somewhere else so you don't have to deal with the attempted catfights.

You’ve only spent half an hour here, but you know you’ll be coming back. The cool wind surrounded you as you lay down, back against a tree, rough tree bark grounding you. You stretch your legs out, a quiet meow leaving your mouth.

It was so lonely and comforting you could feel yourself falling asleep, eyes fluttering shut- “Prongs!”

Your head snaps up, a hiss leaving your mouth at the interruption. Thankful for the ability to see in the dark, you turn your head to look for the intruder. But no one was there, if it wasn't for the sound of tree branches snapping in the distance, you would have thought you imagined it.

“Padfoot?” Another voice shouts out, much closer than you liked. “You lost? C’mon, lose your dog senses to find me.” The stranger laughs.

Slowly, you round the tree, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

James Potter stands a few feet away, leaning against a tree lazily like he’s bored. He’s kicking the leaves around him, humming a random song as if he’s waiting for something.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Sirius Black comes into view, clothes ripped and a bright smile on his face.

“Found you-” He cuts himself off with a growl, head whipping around to stare at you. You hide behind the tree with a powerful hiss causing Sirius to growl louder.

It was dog instinct to growl at a cat but you still got offended. How dare he growl at me.

You know who he is, after seeing him transform once near the Whomping Willow. You’re just not sure if he knows who you are.

James laughs, strutting towards you as you try to hide further behind the tree. His hands reach out to grab you and you attempt to run away but he’s faster, holding you against his chest as he walks towards Sirius.

He lifts you so you’re face to face with Sirius and you hiss, claws out as you try to scratch at anything you can get your hands on.

“Can’t handle a cat? Look how cute she is.” James pouts. You growl, turning around to scratch at his face, meowing in triumph as he lets you go with a curse.

You don’t waste a second in running off, ready to fall asleep in your comforting bed.

“That one’s different. I just don't know how.” You hear Sirius mutter as you leave.

—

You wake up with a start, hair in a tangled mess above your head. Rubbing your sleep-infused eyes, you start to get ready for school. Making quick work so you don’t miss breakfast. You join your friends at the Gryffindor table, sitting just a few people away from the people you’ve been trying to avoid.

James is laughing loudly at something Sirius said while Remus reads, lips pursed as if trying not to laugh. You smile lightly in amusement before turning back to your food.

Too enraptured in the story Lily is retelling, you don’t notice the curious look Sirius sends you. You’ve never talked before, he knows that, but then why does he get the sense that he knows you?

—

You’ve stuck to roaming around Hogwarts Castle instead of the Forbidden Forest in hopes of avoiding another run-in with James and Sirius.

But now your run-ins have been with cats. Mean ones. No matter how hard you try to get them to like you, they still hiss whenever you’re around.

This is what brings you to the library on a Saturday morning, roaming the shelves in hopes of finding a book about how to get cats to like you.

It's stupid I mean you’re Animagus form is a cat, you should know how to get cats to like you already. But the books have some tips you could use. Maybe you could catch a random rat and gift it as a peace offering.

Determined, you slam the book shut, planning to take it back to your room for more tips. Too busy in your planning to notice the people standing a few feet away, you abruptly halt right in front of Sirius Black, James behind him with Remus.

Sirius growls and you scowl back, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

James cuts in with an awkward laugh. “Sorry about him. He usually doesn't go around… growling at people.”

“You,” Sirius scowls causing Remus to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Me?” You play dumb, shifting on your feet nervously. Only a few people know about your other form, including Ms McGonagall and Lily and you’d prefer to keep it that way.

“You were in the forest, except you were smaller and had more hair,” Sirius states, over his shoulder you can see James’ eyes widen in realisation and silently curse.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” “Having trouble making friends?” It’s James who speaks now, gesturing to the book in your hand. You move How to Get Cats to Like You behind your back.

“I have to go. Have a nice day.” You smile awkwardly, pushing past James in hopes of getting away as fast as possible.

But Sirius has other plans, gripping your wrist tightly but not enough to hurt you.

“Sirius,” Remus warns.

“You alright, Padfoot?” You smile mockingly.

He ignores you, “You’re in my potions class.” Your shields lower slightly at his civil tone, shoulders relaxing.

“Yeah, why?” He ignores you again causing you to roll your eyes. “I didn’t know there were Animagus at this school.”

“You mean besides you two?” At his shocked look, you continue, “You might want to check your surroundings before you transform.”

James buts in, pushing Sirius behind him, “You should hang out with us sometime. You’re friends with Lily, right?”

You laugh slightly, “I am. I would hang out with you but I don't think your friend would like that.” James goes to open his mouth but Sirius cuts him off, “I wouldn't mind. As long as you leave me alone.” You scoff.

“If I ever see you again, I might say hi, but I’m not putting in a good word to Lily for you James. I have to go, see you later Remus.” “Bye, Raggy.” You playfully scoff at the nickname, walking away hurriedly.

“You know her?” Sirius asks Remus questionably.

He nods. “Yeah. She saw me transform back like months ago. We’re good friends, actually.”

James and Sirius stare at him in shock, “And you never told us?”

He shrugs, searching the bookshelves. “You never asked.”

—

You let out a startled laugh at the sight in front of you. You decided to adventure to the Whomping Willow tonight, befriending the Castles cats still not successful. You’ve seemed to arrive right on time.

Sirius and James, both in their Animagus forms, seem to be playfighting. The black dog a whirl of darkness as he rounds the Stag, tongue out, tailing wagging. The stag seems to be getting dizzy, turning on wobbly feet as he tries to track the dogs' movements.

On impulse, you creep closer, crouching so they can't see you. You track the dogs' movements, trying to get the timing right.

With no hesitation, you jump, meowing in delight when you land at the right time, small arms wrapped securely around Sirius’ fluffy neck.

He stops abruptly, causing you to go flying forward. You hit the ground with a screech, turning back into your human form as you attempt to control your laughs.

From the corner of your eye you can see Sirius and James transform back too, the latter doubled over with laughter.

“That wasn’t funny.” He scowls, lips pursed to try to hide his laughter.

“You’re face and the way she screeched,” James wheezes from behind you, still dying of laughter.

A laugh finally breaks out of Sirius and you grin in triumph. Noting you’re still on the floor, Sirius offers you his hand and you take it gratefully.

You keep holding his hand for a second longer than necessary.

“Where’s Remus?” You question, looking around for a glimpse of him.

“Prefect duties,” Sirius mutters eyebrows furrowed as he watches you look for Remus. Your shoulders slump in disappointment at the thought of not seeing your friend. You wanted to talk about the latest book you read.

“You don't like him, do you?” Sirius asks you, eyes still on your face.

“In a friendly way, yes. Why? You jealous?” You tease, eyes widening when he hesitates. Your heart thumps at the thought of him being jealous.

“Ew, no. I don’t like cats.” The words are venom on his tongue, your heart squeezes harshly in your chest.

“Well, I don't like smelly dogs.” You snark, crossing your arms as you face him properly. He copies you, scowl on his face.

He opens his mouth to retaliate- “Can you guys fuck already.”

Cheeks red, you whip around to face James who’s recovered from his laugh attack. Ignoring the glare on Sirius and your faces, he continues, “Look, I love the enemies-to-lovers trope but come on. You guys are both free on Saturday, how about you go to Hogsmeade together?”

“Why would I willingly do that?” You ask.

“Because I’ll give you money.”

You shrug, “Okay.” Looking at Sirius, you send him a pointed look.

He stares at you intensely, eyes roaming over your face. “...Fine.”

James grins in triumph, “Yay!”

—

“Do you want butterbeer?” Sirius asks, tone dry as he stands a few feet away like if he gets too close, he’d die.

You shuffle closer just to annoy him. “Yes, please.”

Surprisingly, you’ve been having fun. Or you have, at least. You’ve been to a few stores already, and you’ve bought something from every one. Your bag on your shoulder is stuffed with various candies and a new blanket for when it gets cold in your dorm. Sirius hasn't got anything, choosing to blankly stare at the items instead.

“Tell me a secret,” You grin as you slide into a booth at the Three Broomsticks.

“Why would I do that?” Sirius asks from the other side of the table.

You ignore him. “You know I’ve noticed you’re only grumpy with me. No one else.”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, “You’re a cat.”

“You pet the cats around Hogwarts all the time,” You state, taking a sip of your butterbeer.

He looks offended at your accusation, “I have not.”

You nod your head confidently, “Yes you have. My new cat friends told me.”

That's right, your new cat friends. Turns out all you needed was a rat to be included in the clique.

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh, “Glad to see that book worked.”

You grin, smile fading as you think. “No, seriously, why do you hate me?”

As much as you try to deny it, you like him, and it hurts that he despises you so much.

He sighs, “I don't hate you.”

“Yes, you do-” “I can’t get you out of my head, I’m always thinking about you. I’m hoping that once I push you away, you’ll stay out of my head.”

You smile sadly, “Is it that bad?”

“Yes.”

You attempt to laugh it off, “I can’t be that bad.”

“You are.”

Oh. “I just realized the time, I should go. I’ve got potions homework I need to do.” You stand up abruptly, rushing out of the building like it was on fire. If you stayed a second later, you would have heard Sirius pleading for you to wait.

—

“You should talk to him,” Remus states. You’re sitting in the library together, doing homework for various classes.

“What?” You feign confusion even though you know what he’s talking about.

He sends you a knowing look, “He didn't mean it. He feels horrible.”

You groan, “He insulted me while also confessing he liked me. How do I respond to that?”

“You’re the one who’s read all those muggle books. What was it? Pride and Prejudice. Just do what Elizabeth did.”

“Brutally turn him down?”

He cringes, “Maybe not. Sirius has always had a hard time talking about his feelings. You just need to hear him out.”

“He hasn't even apologised!”

“Because you’re avoiding him!”

You sigh stubbornly. “Fine. I’ll find him later.”

It was now later, and you regret your promise that you’d find Sirius. You know where he is, you can hear him where you sit a few feet away. He’s sitting near the Whomping Willow, bored eyes watching the birds fly by.

“Hi.” You mutter, sitting next to him. His eyes snap up to meet yours, sad eyes meeting your bright ones.

“I am so sorry. What I said that day was stupid. I only want you out of my head because it hurts whenever I remember that you’re not mine. I’m not used to having friends or being in a relationship, but I want to be in a relationship with you. Please. I promise to work through my problems and treat you right, treat you how you deserve.”

“You hurt me.” You mutter, staring into the distance to avoid the pain in his eyes. He sits up straighter, “I know, and I’m so sorry.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, you turn to face him. “You get one chance, Sirius.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank you, you won't regret it, I promise-” Cutting him off, you place a quick kiss on his lips, relishing in the warmth. “You play your cards right and you’ll get more of those.” He laughs, rubbing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

You smile, kissing his head lightly.

You watch the sunset together before heading back to his room so he can show you how much of a good boy he can be.

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Yandere jake sully and yandere netriyi find us crying

I let you choose the scenario:)

Okay, this will also be the polyamory mating scenario because I need serotonin right now.

The love of our lives (Yandere! Jake Sully x fem!reader x Yandere! Neytiri)

Summary: Y/n is a dreamwalker and when she is harassed by some of the clan members, Jake and Neytiri go feral. Once they find her, under the willow tree of souls, they comfort her and mate her.

General warnings: yandere behavior, reader crying, yandere! Jake Sully, yandere! Neytiri, threatening, graphic descriptions of violence, poliamory, kissing, “make out”(?), mating. Suggestive content.

Content warnings: not proofread yet, English isn’t my first language.

[ 3rd person POV ]

Soft sniffles left the young Na’vi woman’s mouth. She felt tears sting in her eyes. “Look, the demon is going to cry!” One of the Na’vi woman said.

Y/n felt so bad she ran away from Hometree. One way or another getting to the tree of souls before nighttime.

Jake and Neytiri descended the stairs of Hometree with a darkened look. “Why did she run away?” Jake asked, his tone a low growl. “Answer!” Neytiri demanded.

The Na’vi women that where a minute back harassing the dreamwalker avatar lost all their strength and bravery. “Answer I said!” Neytiri hissed.

“We didn’t think she would end up crying” one started, Neytiri got close to her. “What do you mean by that?”.

“She made our love cry, I think we should do something about them. Teach all of this brave for nothing Na’vi’s a lesson”. Jake said, a wicked smile displaying in his features.

The women swallowed thickly. “Please! We will say we are sorry to her!” One of them pleaded. “You should have though about that before” Neytiri said before jumping over one of them. She started to fight against the woman. It wasn’t a hard work for a warrior like Neytiri.

Jake huffed “I don’t usually hit women, but…” he joined his mate in the fight. Two against five or six.

After a few minutes, they had a few scratches here and there but they had won. The other Na’vis were hurt, bleeding and some of their bones broken.

“MaJake, we must find her” Neytiri said, licking some blood off her hand. “Let’s go” Jake said, kissing the crown of her head before running in the direction Y/n had ran just half an hour ago.

They reached the tree of soul, they were greeted by the sound of soft crying. They felt their hearts hurt by that. They found her crying on her knees. “I am so unworthy of living in such a beautiful planet” she mumbled to herself.

“No, don’t say that” Jake’s strong arms hugged her form, startling her. She relaxed in his touch, his rough but gentle fingers drying her tears. “You are worth everything” Neytiri cooed at her. Both stronger Na’vis hugging her with pure affection.

“We love you” Neytiri blurted out. Both Jake’s and Y/n’s ears peaking in interest. “It is true. We love you” Jake said, his hands cupping her face.

Neytiri got on between, capturing Y/n’s lips in a soft kiss. Her hand holding Y/n’s waist. Jake gulped.

Once Neytiri was out of breath, Jake grabbed Y/n, pinning her to the ground and kissing her roughly. His hand holding her thigh.

“Y/n, we have chosen you” Neytiri started “Do you choose us?” She looked at her pleading. Jake’s ears came down and he gave her a puppy look.

Y/n hesitated for one moment. But then she nodded eagerly. Neytiri softly pulled her own braid towards them, just as Jake was preparing his. Y/n looked shy with her actions, taking time to undo her hairdo to unleash her braid. All three of them conectes at the same time. Jake moaned softly and purred. Small whines leaving his lips as he held the two women close to his chest.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 month

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S/O has very good survival instinct . They can detect If danger is nearby and is able to use their environment to their advantage.

One day S/O and chosen skeleton are having their nightly walks when S/O suddenly stops walking and is beginning to be wary of the environment. How would skeleton react?

Undertale Sans - He goes on alert mode as well, he trusts your instincts. He silently asks if you both need to get home and he's ready to teleport away the second you say the words. He has pretty good survival instincts himself so he knows the feeling.

Undertale Papyrus - He suddenly turns serious even though he was laughing with you a second before that and starts to study his surroundings, nervous. He then takes a big bone in hand to scare whatever is lurking away, before dragging you out of here.

Underswap Sans - He doesn't trust that weird power and thinks you're overreacting. You're maybe lucky, but no one can prevent danger or the police wouldn't have a job anymore. Famous last words before a big huge earthquake. After that, he might be listening more.

Underswap Papyrus - Huh? Oh no, not again! He starts to frantically look around it and quickly goes into panic mode. Before you can say anything, you're back safe home lol. He's not taking the risk, you freaked him out too much.

Underfell Sans - "don't worry doll, i'm strong monster, no one will hurt you". Famous last words before the floor collapses under his feet and he suddenly falls inside a huge hole. Ah, yes, you feel very protected from the evil criminal holes right now.

Underfell Papyrus - He goes immediately full royal guard mode, arms in hand, and jumps in front of you to protect you from... A random squirrel, who squeaks in terror seeing him and immediately runs away for its life. .... Edge does a dramatic slow turn to look at you. Is he a joke to you?

Horrortale Sans - He does the low growl behind you, on his guards. He can feel danger too, so if both of you felt it, it's definitely that something isn't right. You prefer to turn back to avoid it.

Horrortale Papyrus - His instincts are extremely developed as well so he feels it too. Willow stays calm, but his magic is ready to lash out if something comes out to hurt you two. For now, you keep walking like nothing happened, hoping the thing lurking will be scared when he sees him or something. Willow doesn't like to be scary, but sometimes it helps.

Swapfell Sans - As if he was going to be scared. What can attack you out there? Aren't you supposed to be the apex predator on the Surface or some bullshit? Monsters are too! There's nothing to fear. Act like one then! Nox is not stopping, even though you tell him to be cautious. He then proceeds to walk straight into a net trap and now hangs three meters above the ground, stuck. Now who's the apex predator, uh.

Swapfell Papyrus - He calls you Spider-Man now and won't stop mocking your spider sense even though he's taking it at least seriously. The both of you aren't brave enough to face danger so you go to a fast food instead.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well of course you're sensing danger, he's standing literally two feet away from you. You tell Wine not everything in this world is about him. Wine says back that's because he's not King yet but wait one more year or two and you'll see. That's actually worrying.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He goes full panic mode and climbs on your back like a koala. He doesn't want to know what the danger is, run! You try to run, but with his hands in front of your eyes, even your super powers save you from the tree you both crash into.

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midnightmoonytales · 11 months

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𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 | ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/n: Pls bc writing for the Slytherin gang has itched a piece of my brain I didn't even know needed to be scratched. I'm addicted to it - headcanon and drabbles and all. (also omg another post - who am I)

No mentions of Gender :) Unedited

Summary: It's a hot day on Saturday in April; nowhere you go can you run from the heat. The only solution is a fun day at the lake with your friends.

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Almost everybody was inside today, minus a few stragglers who decided to either practice Quidditch or hang out by the lake. The heat made everything sticky, hot, and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, those who even resided inside were at the mercy of the April heat.

"It's bloody hot; why did we choose to come out here instead of the comfort of our freezing common room?" Pansy asked, fanning herself off with the Christmas fan her mother gifted her. The shade of the large willow tree provides you small bits of comfort from the blaring April sun.

Mattheo and Theodore could be found near the edge of the lake, rough-housing with each other, sweat glistening off their skin. A few feet to the right, Draco skips rocks across the lake in hopes of getting the Kraken to respond. Blaise was resting higher up in between the branches of the tree, enjoying a book he stole from the common room before you lot left. Taking your eyes off the boys and to a distraught Pansy.

"Would you rather be stuck elbow-to-elbow with some sleazy first-years?" You grumbled, grimacing at the thought of being stuck with a bunch of sweaty children in a compacted room. "Didn't think so!" You barked, the distraught look on Pansy's face as she imagined herself stuck in a horrid situation such as that, filling you with joy.

"Oi, Ferrett boy!" Mattheo shouted, taking everyone's attention away from what they were doin'. "Kraken ain't gonna waste its precious time skippin' some rocks." As if the Kraken heard him, a tentacle shot out of the water, catching a rock that Draco tossed, only to fling it straight at Mattheo's head, hitting him square smack in the middle of the forehead.

There was a moment of silence before everyone, except Mattheo, busted out laughing. Mattheo was leaning over, grabbing his forehead, which only made everyone else laugh harder. "That's what you get, you damn git; leave the boy alone," You hollered, holding your stomach as you leaned onto Pansy laughing.

"Why you!" Mattheo growled, running fast towards you, the look of a killer present on his face. (this is a skin of a killer Bella) A mediocre scream left your mouth as you bolted up, rushing away from Mattheo. You'd be damned if he caught you - Unfortunately for you, he did.

"Let me down, you oaf," You yelled, hitting his back as he rushed towards the lake. You had no intention of getting wet today. You were met with a rush of cold water, a yelp admitting from your lips as your body hit the water. Unluckily for Mattheo, you latched onto him, bringing him into the chilling water with you. "If I'm going down, you're going down with me," you said, tackling him as he trashed out of the water.

Maybe you all would have to come to the Lake more often.

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sivyera · 4 months

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HI!! I'M REAL SUCKER FOR DISNEY AND PIXAR MOVIES SO IF YOU COULD DO SOMETHING WITH THEM? LIKE DISNEY PRINCESSES OR JUST A MIX OF DISNEY AND PIXAR CHARACTERS HEDCANONS DATING?!! THANK YOU A LOTTT!!!!

i hope you like it! i wanted to give a credit to those forgotten characters because you didn't tell me what specific characters you want so..

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc's

ft. pocahontas, diego, prince philip, aurora, kida, ember lumen, simba, tigress, killian, nod, robyn goodfellowe, belle

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-Pocahontas - Pocahontas

-i see a secret relationship with her, because of her father... so she will sneak out at night to your teepee just to see you and cuddle with you.

-exploring the nature together like hiking hills and mountains, swimming in every river, lake, sea,... while splashing water on each other.

-when you are having trouble falling asleep, she will sing to you, probably a lullaby from her mother or some she wrote for you.

-matching bracelets and it's a BIG deal for her. it's like a promise ring to her so if you take it off (without a good reason!) she will be really upset.

-grandmother Willow wants to meet you so bad but Pocahontas refuses. not because she's ashamed of you or something, but because she talked about you to grandmother Willow so many times so she's scared what grandmother willow might say

-she will pick different types of rocks, feathers, crystals, flowers,... and bring them to you and say something like "this reminds me of you" "this is almost as beautiful as you"

-Ice Age - Diego

-hunting together. he finds it hot when you hunt so he may lose his focus, if you smack him or growl at him; he will snap out of his trance.

-watching after each other all the time. Diego was with the wrong guys from the start so he was always 'alone' even when he was with Soto. when he met Manny and Sid it got better but then Manny met Ellie etc,... so he tends to protect others before him, he puts others before him so when you watch after him and he watches after you it feels right to him, makes him feel safe

-he will tease you A LOT. i mean he's a man AND a cat, what did you expect. so when is winter he will push you on ice or throw you into a snow and when you get angry and start chasing him, he will just laugh because he's stronger then you so in case he can pin you down

-cuddles and a lot of purring. at night, when Diego gets tired he become a huge cuddly cat. you two are alone in your shared cave so he just snuggles to you or put his paw around you. and at day time around Manny and Sid he's the 'tough guy' again.

-when you are mad at him, he will bring small dead animals to you or some flowers or he will do things for you and he will be 'nice' to Sid, Crash and Eddie just so you see how good boyfriend he is and so you can forgive him faster.

-Sleeping Beauty - Prince Philip

-he's a real gentleman. he will hold the door for you, dance with you, read with you, ride a horse with you, take your shoes off, massage your back or feet,....

-riding a horse with you or walking through the royal gardens hand in hand are his two favourite activities to do with you. he loves you a lot and he loves your ideas and opinions (he basically loves how your brain works yk) so when you two are walking through the gardens while talking... he just love it!

-sneaking you inside the castle at night and outside at early morning from the start because of his parents reaction, or he will sneak outside at nigh to your house in town.

-he will bring you flowers at least twice a week because he can. i mean he doesn't have a specific reason for it he just wants to see you smile

-baking with each other! hear me out i feel like he's a huge fan of baking so when you said you can bake, he was SO happy! he will try and help you or he will just watch. for sure he will eat it almost all

-he loves when you touch his hair. it makes him feel safe and it calms him down. he doesn't like back scratches or massages JUST playing with his hair.

-Sleeping Beauty - Aurora

-collect wild strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and other wild fruits. this may sound weird but she loves it. she's with the love of her life; you, she's in nature which she loves so much, also with animals, that's why she loves it so much. it's many things she loves at the same time.

-dancing and singing around the house with each other. she doesn't care if you cannot dance nor sing, you can just swing around and hum with her, and it will make her happy!

-Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather are always giggling and 'running' around while watching you two, telling each other how lucky Aurora is and how cute you two look,...

-they will also make you matching dresses. and yes, they will fight over the smallest things while doing it. the dresses ended up really pretty! it was simple two blue dresses with your initials on the other side of the dress (like under?)

-cooking and baking together. you are also such a good team, when Aurora washes the dishes you dry them, or she mix the ingredience you decorate the cake

-she's also pretty touchy at all times like she will walk behind you in the kitchen and just touch or slightly squeeze you arm/shoulder. also pretty cuddly so mostly at nights she will put her head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat OR she will hug you from behind and put her head in your neck.

-Atlantis: The Lost Empire - Kida

-matching crystal bracelets. she has her blue one and you have the same one just your favourite color. she will kiss your crystal multiple times so when you are sad or feeling lonely and she's not near, you can kiss it like you kiss her, yk

-swimming late at night together. feeling her hands traveling on your body under the water with a smirk because when you relax in her touch and lost focus, she will splash water on you and swim away a bit, just to tease you.

-playing with her hair. she loves it because it kinda reminds her of her mother so it brings her a lot of comfort and when you do it, she's over the moon!

-braiding small braids in her hair which she will have until they unravel.

-she will hunt and you will cook, there is no other way. and she always eats all the food saying how delicious it was and how you are so good, sometimes she will even watch how you prepare the food just so she can see your hands work...

-having her hands ATTACHED to your waist. she just loves it there! and whenever she can, she will squeeze your waist or just put her hands on it.

-Elemental - Ember Lumen

-one of the main reasons she fall in love with you is that when you are near her, she's calm. like it's so weird how you can control her without knowing, so when she was in the shop with her dad she could (and probably will) lose her temper at some customer, but when you are there (talking to her or her mom or anyone else, or no one!) she's calm and relaxed

-she will admire you a lot. it's some kind of habit of her, when she was little she admired her father a lot... now when she's adult, she admires you (and still her father) because you can handle her, and you love her no matter what...

-she will make you ton of things from glass/lava, you have full room of them and you love it! mostly when she has delivery she quickly knock at your door, give you her gift from the glass she handmade and say something like "you look beautiful today, bye" "i love you, bye"

-she also uses the delivery as a way of saying 'nice' things to you, i mean she just gets so nervous around you and she cannot flirt for her own good so...

-at night she loves to fall asleep next to you while holding your hand. she moves a lot in her sleep and she gets 'hot' quickly so she doesn't want to hurt you and she needs a space but she also wants to be near you so holding your hand is the best.

-Lion King - Simba

-he will show you off all the time! i mean you are his mate, his queen, his goddess, his pride so of course he's gonna show you off to everyone.

-he will let you have the first bite. that's a really strong gesture of love because we know that alpha/king male lions eats first, then lionesses and then cubs... but Simba let's you have the first bite and then you eat together.

-he's a flirt and a tease so he will say a lot of cheese things like when you wake up in the morning "you look stunning, my love" following by "god, how lucky i am to have you, love"

-he also craves for your touch. so snuggling his nose in your neck because that's where the most of your natural scent is and just breaths in.

-protective af! like a lot because you are his EVERYTHING, like literally. so he's almost everytime with you, just when you REALLY need privacy he'll leave you alone.

-Sarabi loves you and she often tease her son about how much he loves you etc. which Simba hates but you find it cute how she keeps talking and Simba's rolling his eyes and saying that it's not true.

-Kung Fu Panda - Tigress

-Tigress is pretty tough, so if she falls in love with you; you must be special. i mean she's capable of love and all, she just doesn't focus on that, she's mainly focused on training and kung fu so...

-training together! that's a need, she will make you workout at least twice a week so you can be fit and healthy, if you want more you can train more... if you are sick or on your period you can just sit there and watch her

-she will try to impress you and show off her muscles and skills to you. like a way of proving to you that she can protect you and take care of you, so she can make you feel safe..

-a lots of scratching behind the ear and purring. she loves it! she'll lay on your stomach, wrap her arms around your waist and just cuddle to you while you can scratch her behind her ears.

-master Shifu knew that she's in love with you before she realized! he know his daughter so he was ready for it... maybe he panicked a bit from the start and talked to Oogway first, he calmed him down and the both of them were really supportive and happy for her.

-Mantis, Monkey, Crane, Viper and Po were also really happy for her, and they teased her a lot about it which she than repaid them in training.

-she's also really really protective and possessive. if someone hurt you, she will go FERAL.

-Spies in Disguise - Killian

-Killian is a villain so he is extremely protective of you. Cameras everywhere around the house, tracking your phone and laptop (watch, car,...) so he knows where you are... he also sends your personal bodyguards with you (in case he has a meeting or business.

-he spoils you, A LOT! he often shops with you, to see all those outfits and you smiley face, but there are times when he cannot which mean he'll send you at least 3 bodyguards to protect you (he has like 20 bodyguards watching over you but shh)

-he loves how he can relax when he's near you. often, when he comes home, late, he sits on his huge velvet chair with a red wine while you sit in front of him; talking.

-like i said he spoils you at normal days but on your b-day or valentine's day or christmas!! you have everything you can think of, you look at that thing and he's already paying.

-he doesn't really like when you took his hair, like he doesn't mind but he prefers when you stroke your nails, softly on his arm up and down. that's much better for him.

-Epic - Nod

-Nod is another teaser. he will gently poke your waist or gently pinch your arm and laugh everytime you slap his hand but when you aren't looking he will whisper "ow" under his nose.

-his father loves you, he thinks that you keep Nod calm and focused on many thing, which he needs.

-he'll race you through the forest on your hummingbirds and when he wins he'll brag about it for a week and if you win, he'll also brag about it to others how awesome his girlfriend is.

-i feel like he loves dancing so he will dance with you around, mostly on the balcony of your shared bedroom, mostly at middle of the night.

-he's keeping an eye on you every single second. always when you are near him and not right next to him, he'll turn to look at you from time to time just to make sure you are safe.

-when you two are cuddling, he'll probably lay his head on your chest and make you play with his hair or he'll make you to lay on his chest so he can play with your hair, it just depends on his mood.

-Wolfwalkers - Robyn Goodfellowe

-Robyn will want to be with you every single minute she can, because she loves you so much! i believe that it takes her some time to fall in love and deeply care about someone, you also have to be a bit "special" to her to fall in love, but when she does, she loves deeply and strongly

-she's a hunter, in her human body or wolf form, doesn't matter she's a hunter, hunter blood runs through her veins, so you two will spend a lot of time in the forest just hanging around...

-Mebh will be a little suspicious about you from the start but eventually she will like you and she's just happy that Robyn is happy, same with Robyn's father and Moll.

-she trusts you a lot, so she will show you her wolf form and even tell you that she's a wolfwalker. she loves when you scratch her behind her ear or just stroke her fur.

-if you're a wolfwalker as well then you two are running through the woods all the time.

-Robyn love when you braid her hair. you can make her two braids and she'll fall asleep with them or you can make her a pony-tail and she'll hunt with it,..

-Beauty and the Beast - Belle

-Belle is really loving person but she's introvert, which means she needs a time to open herself truly. i mean she'll share many stuff with you but after some time she'll share some deep thoughts and stuff like that.

-you two will have "your talks" every single saturday. it means that you two sit on a picnic blanket outside or near the fireplace inside (depends on the weather) and talk about books you've read and gossip and just talk about everything.

-she will mark every sentence or word that she finds amazing like "kiss me until i'm sick of it" and the say it to you.

-she can be shy but that doesn't mean she cannot flirt and you'd be surprise from the start that she can flirt like this with just a giggle

-Belle loves touching you. braiding your hair, stroking your hand with her thumb, kissing your shoulder... doesn't really matter, she's just touch starved

-reading to each other. if one of you cannot fall asleep because of any reason, the other one will read 'till falling asleep. she finds it really comforting because she loves your voice.

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azsazz · 2 years

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Cupid's Chokehold

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You are a Cupid, a nearly extinct creature of Prythian. When you get caught trying to shoot Elain with your arrow, well, it's a little hard to explain what you're trying to do.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,966

Notes: is it finally time for this?! 😍😌

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You take aim, an arrow notched in your bow, string drawn taut to your cheek, focused solely on your target: the female in the lilac dress as she snips wildflowers at their stems, collecting them for her bouquet. The tall orange-haired male that’s pretending to read under the weeping willow is as much of a metaphor as you’ve ever seen, watching her longingly. You take a calming breath, making sure your sights are set right where you want the bolt to follow.

The string of your bow starts to slip through your fingers as you’re about to release, but your hold tightens and your breath and body stills as a cool, sharp blade is tucked into the underside of your throat.

His breath is hot in your ear as he growls, “Put your weapon down or I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

The low baritone of his voice sends shivers crawling up your spine as you straighten, the cold knife against the swell of your throat awakens all of your senses as he presses down with warning.

You watch as the male beneath the tree’s head perks up, his metal eye gleaming in the light of the setting sun as he scans the area, alerted. Surely he hasn’t noticed you, but his gaze falters in your direction, brows furrowing as he stands, calling out to the female in the pretty dress, ushering her towards the house with a final survey of the yard.

You let the arrow relax in your grip, moving your bow down to your side where the male behind you snatches it from your hands, still a steady hold on the weapon pressed to your neck. A single movement would have the blade tearing into your flesh.

Biting your tongue and curling your fists, you hold back a frustrated noise. You’d been trailing them for weeks. The young female always tucked inside the large estate or in her gardens, while the male watched from the windows above. He must be a traveler, for he doesn’t look like he’d belong to this court, with his autumnal colored clothing and the fact that you’d only seen him on a few occasions, but the two were never together.

You knew they’d have a great relationship with a little help from you.

“I don’t mean any harm,” you raise your hands in surrender, flinching as you hear him toss away your weapon. The clang from the metal of your bow has you hissing as his knife cuts a razor thin line across your throat and you stumble back a step into his hard chest.

He grabs your arm with a firm grip, sheathing his weapon at his hip as he restrains you, pinning you flush against him. He ignores your sweet scent that puffs up when he does, mind going cloudy with it for a second, glaring down at the top of your head.

“Your weapon proves otherwise,” he grunts. You try to crane your head up over your shoulder to look at your assailant but the sun is shining too brightly for you to make out his features.

You gasp as blackness sweeps up, consuming the both of you, slipping you into the folds of shadow and darkness. Your hands grasp for something to hold onto, the feeling of falling through a void takes the breath from your lungs but he’s holding your wrists in one of his and there’s nothing for you to clutch to.

Your knees buckle as the floor returns beneath your feet.

He wrenches you up, arms twisting painfully behind your back until you’ve regained your footing, and then he’s shoving you away from him.

A murmur of something in a language you don’t understand has the faelights turning on, ever so dimly. Squinting, you can barely make out anything in the room, even the male seems to have disintegrated into the blackness. You search the darkened room for anything, for him, to come back, just so that you’re not alone, when your eyes snag on the wall of gleaming, polished weapons hung nicely – menacingly – and ready for use.

You swallow harshly. A torture chamber.

And there. He’s standing leisurely against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, just…watching you.

“I mean it,” you stutter, hugging yourself firmly. You’re sure that you can see your breath frosting in the cool air. “I wasn’t going to hurt them.”

You’re not sure why you’re trying to explain yourself. Clearly this male is an act first, ask questions later type, but there’s something about those dark eyes glowing in the soft blue light from his stones that makes him even more threatening.

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t move from his spot and it leaves an unsettled feeling in your stomach. You’re frozen beneath his gaze, pinned to your spot by it, not that you’d dare to move anyway. In fact, you’re lucky you’re not chained to the large stone table separating the two of you.

It’s a stalemate, him staring at you while you stare back at him. Your teeth clack together from the chill that’s burrowed its way into your bones is the only sound to be heard.

He can’t say that he feels bad for the pretty female he’s caught. You were trying to kill Elain after all. Eventually he straightens, eyes flickering with something that’s gone too quickly for you to make out. He takes a step closer to you and you take one back.

“Come here.”

“Why? So you can use one of those knives to carve me up?” You retreat another step as he advances, eyes glimmering with sick delight at the chase you’re giving him.

“No,” his tone lowers further, “But I will if you don’t.”

Your jaw aches from trying to stop your teeth from chattering as you weigh your options. Walk directly to him and face the brutality of his bare hands or, you think, eyeing the wall of torture weapons, retreat further and feel the wrath of the metal against your skin, forged for sadistic truths.

He doesn’t care. Either way he will get what he wants.

But today is not the day he gets to interrogate the beautiful female sneaking her way across his lands.

You step forward, keeping your eyes locked on his. You’d like to reach for a weapon on the wall as you pass but it’s so cold you can’t feel your fingers, and surely you’d be stopped before you could land a well placed blow.

If only you had your bow.

When you’re within arms reach he grabs you again, the same darkness swallowing you once more.

You yelp, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life, your icy fingertips pressing into the skin at the nape of his neck has his breath hitching in his throat though you are unable to hear it over the racing of your heart thrumming in your ears.

Light blinds you as the shadows disperse. You squint against the brightness, releasing your captor and retreating, getting a good look at him once your eyes adjust.

He’s a handsome male, dressed in fitted fighting gear that leaves little to the imagination, his taut muscles straining beneath the fabric. His hazel eyes glow, marking each and every movement you make, where your eyes roam across his body, widening when you see his wings. It’d been too dark in the chamber to see them, but as they’re tucked tightly behind his back, well, you’d never quite seen anything like them before up close. They certainly are not like your own, hidden away.

The door creaks open and it’s then that your attention is drawn away from the captivating male. Two more enter, filling the room with even more dangerous auras. One, who looks like he holds all the power of this court, violet eyes acknowledging the male beside you, and the other, taller than both of the others, sizing you up as soon as he enters.

It’s apparent that they are from the same lineage, with their dark hair and caramel skin. They have the same wings, though you think that the warrior who’d stopped you has the biggest ones.

You thought the Lord would be the one to speak first but it’s you who’s blurting out beneath their heavy gazes, “Where’s my bow?”

“What is your name?” he counters, as if he’d been waiting for you to break the silence. Why, you didn’t know.

“(Y/N).”

“Welcome to the Night Court, (Y/N),” he greets. “I’m High Lord Rhysand, and this is Cassian. I see you’ve already met my shadowsinger.”

Shadowsinger? What the hell is a shadowsinger? You wonder, but glancing at the male beside you, the tendrils of inky smoke curling around him protectively, you see his connection to the shadows. Singer though, you doubted it.

“My bow,” you inquire again.

“Your bow,” Rhysand echoes, picking at a piece of lint on his finely pressed coat. “Ah, yes, what an interesting weapon indeed.” He reaches into the folds of space, your gleaming weapon appearing in his grasp, the honeyed metallic soaking up the sunshine streaming through the windows. “For something made almost completely of gold, it sure is light.”

Your brows furrow at the sight before you. You’d never seen magic quite like this before, how he could manipulate the air around him into a pocket world for his–your–belongings.

“It’s not a weapon,” you protest, stalking towards the male to retrieve your beloved longbow. The two males look like they’re ready to pounce on you but the High Lord only smirks and just as you’re about to lunge for the curved gold it disappears again.

“If it’s not a weapon why does it look like one and why was it pointed at my sister-in-law?” Rhysand muses, walking around you to sit on the edge of the fancy oak desk, leaving you standing between his two guards.

All on purpose. You’re already playing right into his hands.

You refrain from speaking. Your bow can be used as a weapon if needed, though its intended use is not to harm, but the opposite.

The males violet eyes glimmer at your silence, “This will be much easier if you speak. Unless you’d rather go back to Azriel’s chamber?” he ponders coolly.

You eye the male at your side again. Finally, a name to go with the stoic face that has been threatening you. Azriel.

“Give me back my bow and I’ll leave,” you reason, trying to keep your voice steady as you turn back to the male in charge. You don’t need to shoot your arrow at the female in the garden. There will be other challenging cases.

But none as interesting as those two.

He tuts, swinging a leg back and forth, a well practiced feline smirk gracing his lips. “That’s not how this works. Not until you give us some answers.”

“Like what?” you ask, catching your lip nervously between your teeth. You’ve never been caught before, and by someone so powerful. The males reeked of power, protectiveness, scrutinizing you under their harsh gazes and towering over you like a child. It’s unsettling to say the least and your stomach twists with worry.

“What are you doing in my land? Following my sister?” he questions again. Your skin crawls at the gentle caress of him inside of your mind, testing your walls.

You cut him a harsh glare that has Azriel angling into you, prepared to catch you should you decide to strike.

“Yes,” you admit, though you don’t release the information that you’d been roaming his land undetected for weeks, “It’s my job.”

“And what exactly do you do that involves a weapon if you don’t intend to kill anyone?” his tone is clipped, his eyes hardening at the thought of you murdering Elain in his own gardens.

“I’m a Cupid.”

“A Cupid?” he asks incredulously, eyebrows itching to twitch into a furrow. The way he says it feels condescending and your cheeks heat as you look towards the ground.

“What the hell is a Cupid?” Cassian blurts, his curiosity getting the better of him. He sounds genuinely concerned, like he’s going to catch something from you. He shifts wearily away as he looks between his friends, regarding their own confusion.

“A Cupid is a being made of love and desire,” you explain, glaring at the male. You’re sure your entire face is redder than the siphons littering his leathers. “Our arrows are conduits of attraction and affection. They form this sort of bond, once the two parties are struck. You call it a mate, I believe. You haven’t heard of us because we’re a rare breed and not so easily caught.”

“You must not be very good at your job then, if you’re standing here before us,” Azriel comments. His voice is even but you can hear the clear pride of how well he thinks he’s done.

“Or maybe you’re too good at yours,” you bite back and the apathetic male raises an eyebrow slightly.

“Why didn’t you shoot your arrow at Elain weeks ago?” the High Lord presses.

You blanch. You hadn’t figured they’d known about you being in these lands for that long. They were powerful beings indeed.

At your surprise, the handsome High Lord continues, “I am not a monster, I let creatures in my lands be unless they threaten my people.”

“What about their kind?” You gesture to the two males flanking you. You’d seen exactly what their kind could do when you were up in the bitter mountains, following Elain and her sisters as they visited a friend.

It was horrible, what you’d seen. The males took whatever they wanted, treated their women less than filth, their wings clipped and forced to do chores. You’d left at the sight of a young female screaming and fighting so they wouldn’t clip her, throwing up in the bushes outside of the camp.

You would kill anyone who would try and touch your wings, hidden now as they always were when you weren’t flying.

Darkness fills the room, choking you as the stars in Rhysand’s violet eyes wink out. Clearly you’ve overstepped, insulted the King of these lands with your words. A challenge.

“You know nothing of my court,” he growls and you gag, staggering backwards, tripping over your feet as your hands claw at your throat, the inky smoke constricting your airway. When he’s sure you’ve understood not to insult him again, he releases you, spluttering and coughing, gasping for air.

“I didn’t shoot her,” you wheeze, figuring that you better start talking before he really decides that it will be easier to kill the intruder in his lands, “Because they have to be struck together, by the same arrow. If I only hit the female, I'd have to retrieve it and find the male. It’s easier if the two are in one place.”

“I didn’t mean to insult your kind,” you apologize softly but the High Lord doesn’t turn around. Cassian lends you a hand, a soft expression on his face and you take it with an apologetic look which he accepts with a nod.

“Cupids are rare because there are only a few of my kind left. Hunted down by jealous individuals or those that want to use us for bad.”

“Bad?” Rhysand asks over his shoulder. He’s crossed to where he keeps his strongest liquor, pouring himself two fingers full of the amber liquid, knocking it back before splashing some more. You wince, embarrassed that you’ve made him feel this way, but you continue on.

You nod, your face contorted in a tight grimace. “Making the wrong two people fall in love.”

The silence is deafening as he stills, spine straightening as he’s reminded of his own mother and father: mated but not meant to be.

“Why them?” he asks, trying to keep his voice from wavering and there’s no room for arguing or changing the subject. He clutches the glass tighter in his hand. “Why not someone else?”

“He has already been shot, she has not. I’m just finishing the job.”

The tension is palpable, silent but screaming all at the same time. You have a feeling that you’ve said something you shouldn’t have, again, but you’re unsure of what. Azriel hasn’t stopped openly glaring at you and you liked him better when you couldn’t read his facial expressions.

The shadowsinger scoffs, “What if she doesn’t want it?”

And maybe he’s still mourning the loss of the love he never had, that beautiful sweet sister of his High Lady.

You cut him a glance, “It’s not my decision to make.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” he explodes and you take a step back at the absolute fury in his eyes. Cassian even goes so far as to take a half step in front of you, shielding you from his brother, whose shadows curl up around his shoulders like a crown of darkness. “You go around shooting people without their consent, making them ‘fall in love’ or whatever bullshit you’re spewing–”

“The Mother wills it,” you grit, interrupting him, hands curled into fists at your sides. This is why you didn’t let people get close enough to trap you, because of the nonbelievers. “They choose whether or not to accept the bond, I just make it known that there is one.”

“Unfortunately I cannot let you shoot my sister with your arrow,” Rhys breaks up the both of you with a scowl.

“I understand,” you nod graciously, “If you get me my bow I’ll be on my way.”

“No,” he says and you swallow thickly, a bad feeling coiling in your gut, “You’ll be staying here for the time being. With us.”

“W-why?”

“Because I have a feeling there’s more to you than you’re letting on, Cupid.”

#azrielxreader #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azriel/you #acotar #acomaf #azriel #acowar #azsazz #shadowsinger

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ian-galagher · 9 months

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for your followers: africa spoilers approximately as big as rafiki's tree.

in nosho's theater today and long overdue: the lion king (1994).

- africa, as per ian's expectations.

- inyoni and sarabi are one and the same, i do not take criticism.

- ian x mickey before they had out together for the first time, symbolic image.

- ian, full of hopes and dreams, wanting to be as great a wildlife photographer as mickey.

- ian, after getting the car out of the mud.

- jan: "had to break his little heart. poor mick's never gotten over it, as you can see […] but i guess he's gotten himself a new toy to play with…" ian: "sounds to me like you're jealous." jan:

- "mom?"

- ian and mickey in the city.

- "but i don't want to ruin-" / "then don't."

- mickey taking ian to god's window.

- mickey x mandy, symbolic image.

- it's surprisingly hard to find a gif of scar obscured with fog in the ravine. anyway, chapter eleven. stalking figures. you know what i mean.

- "you and your stupid face distracted me."

- the tourist situation. it's still giving me eye twitches.

- ian and mandy going shopping.

- mandy and ian conspirating with the make-up.

- mickey: mandy is driving, isn't she. ian x mandy: don't be mad!

- ian / inyoni / mandy vs mickey.

- the braai. point made.

- prediction: ian, day thirty.

- bonus: inyoni if she caught jan harassing mickey and ian.

- bonus bonus: jan: exists. the gang:

- bonus x3: me: theorises. you:

- bonus x4: i wanted to say jan is ed, but then i felt bad for ed.

Noshoooooooooooooooooooo! 😁🧡💚

This is the BEST one yet! 😁 I do think that every time but this is THE LION KING!!!!! 😁🥰🦁🪶🦒

EVERY ONE of these movies has those pretty intro shots 😂😂😂

YEEEEESSSS Inyoni = Sarabi! 😭

THAT LITTLE PAW IN THE BIG PAW 😭😭😭

Ian in the rain! 😭

Scar with that mouse 😂 why am I not surprised Jan is already popping up 😂 seeing as Becki thinks you needn't be afraid he'll come back at all 😂😂😂

Again, these fit soooo well it's scary 😂 then again... this IS the Lion King, the most referenced movie of all in Africa 😂😂😂

MOM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Okay but them in the city 🥰

I DONT WANNA RUIN- THEN DONT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEIR NOSES ARE TOUCHING 😭

You joke but that gif of God's window IS the one I used but for chapter 4 because I couldn't wait to use it and because they had that view from the hotel 😂😂😂 and I got to chapter 7 and went, darn can't I use it again? 😂

Mickey and Mandy fighting 😂😂😂 it's sooo them 😂

THE FIGURE 😭😭 it fits so well!!

Zazu flying into that rhino's butt 😂😂😂 and the tourists! 😂😂😂 and the braai! 😂😂😂

Mandy and Ian as baaaabies 😭🥹🧡

Oh we're now doing predictions are we?! 😭😭😭

Rafiki as Inyoni is perfection 😂😂😂

THE GANG 😭😭😭 that's us 🥹🧡💖💚💙❤️ ignore the fact that we've outgrown the trio sized group 😂 @francesrose3 @juliakayyy @thisdivorce

You CANNOT do that to Ed 😂😂

Okay but you got me spot on there 😂 that IS what I look like 😂 sitting on my rock laughing evilly 😂 mwuahahah! 😁

#nosho you're the BEST! 🥰🧡#i hope you're enjoying the new chapter 😁#this was so much fun! you've made my night 😊🧡💚#the lion king #shameless #africa #gif shenanigans #nosho growls #willow growls back

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“Take the exit here.”

“How come?” Nico asks, dutifully putting on his blinker and merging into the right lane. “We’re not even at half tank.”

Will clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s, uh, not for gas.”

A pause.

“Oh, Solace, you’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m sorry!”

Nico throws his hands up, ignoring Will’s screech of both hands on the wheel, I value my life! “There is no possible way you have to piss already. You had half a slushie!”

“...Well.”

“William Andrew Solace, I swear to God.”

“I got distracted!” Will cries, eyes big and round as he pouts. “The Abstract Iron Centaur is a monument, okay, I forgot what the point of the rest stop was for.”

Nico groans. “I’m not sure you should be allowed to go to medical school. You’re going to forget a scalpel in someone’s lungs, or something.”

Immediately, he knows this is the wrong thing to say. The sheepish grin vanishes off Will’s face, replaced with something despairing, before it’s hastily shoved back on.

The winding road finally gives way to the advertised rest stop, partially obscured by a Welcome to Georgia sign with a modernist-style image of a peach that annoys him for no reason. We’re glad Georgia’s on your mind. (False. Georgia is never on his mind, except for how Will can’t say Georgia without slipping into his accent and Nico has to take that golden opportunity to mock him. And then die.)

“Right,” Will says finally. He forces a laugh. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else, then gets out of the car without so much as a word.

Nico watches him go.

“Well,” he mutters to himself. “Shit.”

He waits in the car as long as he physically can, which is anything between thirty seconds and four business days. A glance at his watch informs him it’s closer to two minutes.

He kicks a stone across the parking lot, debating the implications of searching for his friend. It hasn’t really been that long, so he’s not sure it’s socially appropriate, and then he wonders when the hell he started caring about being socially appropriate. They are friends, after all, because in a group icebreaker question about siblings in seventh grade, Nico had growled none, on the account that she was killed by a drunk driver when I was ten and Will had laughed, brightly and morbidly, and said hey, my brothers were murdered, too! Twinsies! and killed the vibe rather brilliantly for literally everybody else in the room.

He gives into his impulse eventually, striding onto the surprisingly soft grass and looking, halfheartedly, around the spacious grounds (he’d decided searching the bathroom would be a touch too far). His mission gets sidetracked, however, because the heat is less oppressive under the shade of tall, weeping willows, and there’s a small breeze, and he is struggling to shove his various musings into the Repression Box where they belong.

Will, starts one of said musings, has been acting weird as shit long before he showed up at his house in the middle of the night.

It had started around January? If he had to guess. But Will is always kind of weird in the winter, so he hadn’t thought much of it, just offered to break into his house more often so he didn’t feel too suffocated. The usual. But the strangeness had persisted through the spring – the sudden drops in mood, the hair-triggers to clam him up. Both of which are usually a Nico thing. Will, more often, just shoves all his negative emotions down to the bottom of his soul until he gets one half-mark wrong on a test and sobs himself sick about being useless while Nico stands guard outside the bathroom door, agonised, unsure how to help. And then the two of them never talk about it again.

Over the last few months, things have been a little less balanced.

“Hey.”

Nico jumps. Will stands slightly, shoulders still hunched slightly, but definitely less cagey than earlier. He holds out a cup of coffee Nico recognises as from a vending machine.

“Hi,” Nico says softly, smiling tentatively. He takes the coffee. It’s black, and too hot, just how he likes it.

“You are going to stain your teeth,” Will observes, as he always does.

“Bite me,” Nico responds, following the script.

A genuine smile pulls at his face.

“You ready to get back on the road?”

“Yep.”

They fall into step in their hike back to the Jeep – Nico hiked farther than he meant to. Will’s flip-flops slapping rhythmically against the packed dirt of the trail is a familiar sound, and it eases some of his own tension, putting a bit more prep in his step. When he glances quickly over, Will is breathing normally, shoulders slack, much calmer expression on his face.

“You should let me drive,” he says as they approach. “You’ve been behind the wheel since practically dawn; maybe you should take a nap or something.”

Nico shakes his head, waving a dismissive arm. Frowning slightly, Will acquiesces, climbing back into the passenger side.

“I’ve had two coffees and half a slushie,” he explains, resting his hand on the back of Will’s seat. He cranes his neck behind him, careful of the family walking an unleashed dog as he pulls out. “I’m good forever.”

“Caffeine doesn’t work on you,” Will points out.

Nico pauses.

“...True.”

He hadn’t realise Will had noticed, actually. Although he supposes it’s not too surprising – Will has known him a long time, Will is observant, and Will generally enjoys lecturing people about anything he can get away with, up to and including their general health and safety. Nico, in all his bad choices, is a favourite target of his. He can probably recite his solo midnight speed driving from memory.

“It’s just –” Will stops, waiting until Nico’s safely merged back on the highway before continuing. “It’s three and a half hours ‘till we get to Atlanta, Neeks, and it’s already three-thirty. We’ll have to stop again for food, probably, at one point, and we’ll have to stop for food, soon, and who knows what the traffic will be like –”

Carefully passing the person going sixty in front of him, finally breaking into open road, Nico takes half an eye off the road and digs through the centre console.

“– I mean, if it’s bumper to bumper, then what? It’ll be rush hour soon, shit, I shoulda planned for that, shit, do we have a jerrycan? We should have a jerrycan, remind me to get a jerrycan for the trunk –”

Finally catching sight of the CD he’s looking for (and barely managing to swerve and avoid a massive pothole that would have for sure cut their trip short, but he managed, so take that, Reckless Driving Lecture Will that lives in his brain, who’s God now), he hands it to Will. Still actively stressing about literally nothing, he opens it, polishing the disc on habit and sliding it into the slot without so much as pausing.

Nico smirks.

Yeah, maybe he knows his friend, too.

“– I mean, just blankets and a first aid kit is not enough. Really, we should have some provisions in there. Oh, and rope, ‘cause what if we get stranded in the mountains –”

The radio clicks as it reads the disc, then, suddenly and without warning, the stereo rumbles with heavy bass and pounding beat.

Will cuts himself off. “Hey, is this –”

Nico smirks wider. He chances another look away from the road, just in time to watch a magnificent smile break across Will’s face, wide and a little crooked, showing all his molars – a real one, the one he gets when he’s caught off-guard, the one that makes his hands fluttery.

“You’re playing In The Zone!” he exclaims, laughing delightedly. “Without complaining!”

Bingo, Nico thinks.

“Technically, I didn’t play shit.” He gestures at the empty CD case in Will’s hand. “You’re just like a hermit crab. I hand you things, you hold them.”

“Shut up.” But there’s no bite to the command, smile still stretching wide. If Nico looks, he can see the tiny snag of his barely crooked front tooth, but he doesn’t look, because he doesn’t care about that, obviously. He has his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel, fully focused.

Obviously.

They do get into disgusting traffic. Will is distressed about it, up until someone cuts them off so closely they both nearly actually and genuinely die, and he is immediately lit up in a rage so incandescent Nico wonders if he will ever be able to look away from straining biceps and a clenched jaw ever again. More distantly, he wonders if and I hope you get three consecutive aneurysms and your family leaves you to fucking rot in a hospital bed, you leprous shitdick will be on loop in his head for the rest of time. He kind of wants to put it on a shirt. Will’s linguistic talents should be studied.

“Stop thinking about it,” Will demands, socking him (hard! What the shit!) in the shoulder. His face resembles, quite exactly, the shade of the setting sun. “Purge it from your memory.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Nico responds, smirking.

“I wasn’t –” A pause. Nico bites back a snort. “Cutting people off is just so rude.”

“Oh, of course.”

“I mean! I mean.”

“Indeed.”

“If it was – an ambulance, or something, I would understand, but he cut us off just to get immediately stuck in the same traffic! I don’t understand the point!”

“Truly the behaviour of a leprous shitdick,” Nico agrees. His grin starts to genuinely hurt his face, but he ignores it in favour of snickering.

Will sinks into his seat, pulling his hoodie over his eyes. His ears, as usual, stick out a little, and they’re red, too. Nico nobly resists the urge to flick them.

“I hate you.”

“I think you’re quite attached to me, actually. After all, I’m not a –”

“If I hear the word leprous come from your mouth one more fucking time, di Angelo, I’ll give you leprosy. For real. I’ll find it.”

Will probably could find a vial of pure leprosy somewhere, actually, so Nico shuts up. (He’s seen Will’s weird vial collection. Most of it is just, like, various bacteria, he’s pretty sure, but Will is kind of morbid and Nico knows his sense of humour is garbage because Nico’s sense of humour is garbage, and there is a reason they’re friends, and if Nico found a vial of leprosy somewhere he would keep it, too. Can leprosy be vialed? Who knows. Will, probably.)

Once he’s sure Nico is not going to tease him anymore about his temper tantrum, or at least for the moment, he turns back to his book. Every so often, he looks up, observes the three miles per hour they’re crawling, and sighs, loudly and lengthy to himself, muttering something about railway systems and zoning laws and government incompetence. Nico doesn’t ask. He was free from the jail that was history and geography lessons last month. He is determined to learn absolutely nothing for the next six months, at least.

“I’m paying for the motel or hotel or inn et cetera,” Will says, randomly.

“No,” Nico replies, easily.

Will reaches out, calmly, and pinches him on the thigh. Nico does not yelp indignantly because he is a Man, and can handle Will’s weirdly pointy fingers.

“You paid for gas.”

“Yep.”

“And you have car payments.”

“Mhm.”

“And you bought Dunkin’s.”

“True.”

“Nico,” Will says exasperatedly, “this whole damn trip was my idea. Let me pay for shit.”

“I enjoy wasting my father’s money,” Nico counters, and Will pauses, considering. “Come on, commie. I know the idea of spending a banker’s money on stupid shit pleases you.”

He knows he’s starting to win, because Will sighs in a very particular way that Nico has identified as why am I letting this dumbass get away with this again, says, “Spending money is capitalist, Nico,” and turns, begrudgingly, back to his book.

Poorly hidden behind the pages, he’s smiling.

Nico tallies his victory.

The traffic finally eases by around eight o’clock. Victorious, surely, except that they’re still quite a ways from Atlanta. He considers getting off at one of the various exits promising shelter, and in fact decides he is going to, but for some reason, his hand never drifts to his blinker. Never turns the wheel slightly to merge, never eases off the gas. He keeps going, an going, and going, music playing softly, stars beginning to shine through the darkening sky.

Beside him, Will lets out tiny puffs as he exhales, even and sluggish.

“You are a grandmother,” he whispers fondly, shaking his head. In the quiet of the road, interrupted only by the whipping whipping winds – he should have pulled the roof back up when they were stuck, shit – and odd flash of headlights of a passing car, he lets himself soften, sighing back against his seat and easing up slightly on the gas.

Will glows, faintly, in the moonlight.

It’s funny, ‘cause he’s a sun child. Nico has teased him about it for years, in fact; his hair, his bright blue eyes, his stubborn clinging to his aesthetic of wannabe surfer boy. The gold ring he wears on his thumb, the sun pendant that rests on his heart. Swathed in yellows and blues and golds, all the time, with a sprinkling of bright green and neon orange just to remind everyone that yes, he is red green colourblind, and no, that will not stop him from making fashion choices.

But the silver suits him. It softens him, instead of washing him out, reminding Nico that the sun shines white. The low light casts gentle shadows on his face, too, drawing attention to his strong brow and straight nose.

Forcing his eyes back on the road, where they should have been the whole time, Jesus, he notices the giant green Downtown Atlanta sign, and follows its arrows. The first exit he sees, he turns, getting lost three times before he finds the hotel that was advertised.

Pulling into the largely empty parking lot, he shuts off the car, then turns to Will, screwing up his face. He has to wake him up, at some point. Obviously. Unfortunately he cannot simply melt into the shadows and reappear in a hotel room. As awesome as that would be, with his luck, he’d pop into an occupied one, and that’d be a whole host of problems.

Deciding he’ll actually get them a room first, he heads inside, speaking quietly with the desk host.

“Single or double?” they ask pleasantly, voice similarly lowered for the hour.

“Uh,” Nico says, “double?”

The host pauses, eyebrows flicking up at his hesitation. “...Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Nico flushes. He adds, belatedly, “Please.”

Eyebrow raised in amusement, the host reaches into a drawer and pulls out two sleek key cards, tucking them into a little envelope thing and handing them over. “Room 409,” they say, nodding towards the elevator.

“Thanks,” Nico responds, and walks out the door. He realises, as he exits, how much of a general failure he is at communicating with people who are not Will, and considers climbing through the window of his sixth floor room out of sheer embarrassment. The realization that he does not have the skill to drag Will up there with him is the only thing that stops him.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs, once he’s gathered their bags and some of the red has faded from his face, “we’re here.”

Will hums a little, voice gravelly. Nico’s lip quirk up.

“Where?”

“Somewhere to sleep.”

“‘M sleepin’ jus’ fine.”

His accent is so, so heavy with sleep, and it’s just – God, he wishes Wil hadn’t trained himself out of it. In Nico’s professional opinion, Will should talk like that all the time.

Authenticity, and all that.

“C’mon, Will.”

After another minute of coaxing – which Nico indulges purely because he knows for a fact Solace will have no memory of it in the morning, in any other circumstance he’d poke him awake – Will uncurls enough to stagger to his feet, stumbling as he gets out of the vehicle. For his own safety, Nico wraps an arm around his narrow hips, guiding him up to the room.

“Mnhgh,” he mumbles, the second the heavy door closes behind them. He walks two steps to the nearest bed, face plants in the middle of it, and starts snoring, feet hanging off the end, one flip-flip still stubbornly clinging to his foot.

“Dork,” Nico murmurs. He gets ready like a normal person, tugging on a sleep shirt – might be an old one of Will’s, actually, because Nico certainly never bought a Shania Twain concert t-shirt – and wrapping up in the wonderfully plush blankets. “Goodnight, Will.”

He gets a snore in response. He burrows deeper into the covers, smiling, drifting off to the sound of his best friend’s rhythmic breathing.

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divine-misfortune · 8 months

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"don't you dare fuckin' come, because if you do, i'll come, too." - MountainDew ♡♡

It was like being hidden under the draping arms of a willow tree the way Dew's hair fell over his shoulders. Safe and concealed from the world behind that pale curtain, it's where Mountain falls apart. Where he's allowed to drift aimlessly in a warm, vacant, state.

His thoughts are a million miles away. Concerns even further, Dew made sure of that - it was the main reason he had the earth ghoul folded up under him. The weight of the world was a heavy burden to shoulder, and it weighed him down like cement but Dew came along to give him permission to float with firm hands and an edged tone. Unraveled him from the bramble of his own mind with a patience that made it so easy to fall.

And Mountain was grateful.

Grateful for the way Dew pushed his knees up to his shoulders, how his eyes never seemed to stray, that he fucked into him hard enough to keep every worry buried under the mounds of cotton filling his skull.

He had to force his eyes to focus on the ghoul poised above him and even then the only thing he could seem to fix his gaze on was the kiss bruised red of his lips. Mountain reached for him, to be sure Dew, as ethereal as he was, was real. His thumb dragged over his lower lip and Dew wasted no time kissing the rough pad of his finger, earning a breathy giggle from him.

"Take me so good baby, got so wet and I haven't even touched your cock..."

Mountain lifted his head and whimpered at the sight of himself laying hard against his belly. Neglected, the tip was an angry shade of red as it leaked like a fucking faucet into the lines on his stomach. A mess it he couldn't make himself care about.

"You like dripping on daddy's cock?"

His breath hitched. Hand flying to clamp over his mouth before a shameful moan could spill out but with a particularly rough thrust, enough to jolt his entire body, Mountain couldn't muffle it. Perfectly wanton. Dew grinned.

"Know you do, can tell...Fuck, you get so messy, just like Rain does. He's so good for me, but you're my good boy, right?"

Mountain nodded as the color bloomed like roses in his cheeks.

"Say it."

"I-" His voice warbled. It's the first time Dew's told him to speak in hours, and Mountain was entirely content to be the docile pet Dew liked him to be. He could've easily forgotten he had a voice to begin with. His tongue was heavy and formed .the words clumsily. "I'm your good boy."

Dew groaned as he pressed back into the velvety warmth that was the earth ghoul. No matter how much prep, Mountain was always tight. Like his body just wanted to pull Dew in and keep him forever.

"Feed yourself to me."

He could feel the splotchy flush creeping deeper into his skin, claiming him in embarrassment, as he swirled two fingers through the small puddle of pre gathering in the crease of his hip. Hot and sticky. Dew's lips parted automatically to take his offering. Watching his fingers disappear in his mouth made him dizzy, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that washed over him at the first flick of that clever tongue. Mountain felt his cock practically jump, something flipping in his gut.

Dew let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl as he sucked each finger clean. He pressed forward, forcing those thick digits damn near down his own throat.

"Oh fuck-" The fire ghoul breathed as he pulled off with a little pop, leaving Mountain glistening with his spit. "You even taste good for me too, sweet like honey."

"Daddy," he whined too far under to feel the typical shame he might have on any other occasion. No room to be shy when Dew had put smoke where something as trivial as humiliation once was. "Harder, harder, I can feel it I'm-"

Nails pressed into the back of his thighs. Dew's sweet smile turned cold, stern. It made him feel small.

"Don't you dare fucking cum," he punctuated his sentence, his warning, his command, with a thrust that hit home. The head of his cock bumped and dragged against that sweet spot that made Mountain's jaw go slack and his eyes roll back. It didn't help him stay away from the edge whatsoever. "Because if you do, I'll cum too, and I'm not fucking done with you. Still smart enough to remember your own name, daddy hasn't fucked you stupid yet."

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lucidlivi · 10 months

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Chosen For Pleasure (VIII)

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switching point of view, I will indicate the switch with italics

just a little fyi the secret of who leaked the information won’t be revealed yet so don’t come for me lol but to make up for it, Jensen’s story will be revealed…

Also I don’t know if I have to explain it but I will anyways my little ******* line indicates a time jump, I’m just too lazy to write up to that time…oops!

Anyhoo I’ll be quiet now, here’s the content you came for…

Jensen

I brought the bottle to my lips, chugging.

I was working on my seventh bottle of whiskey this week.

I don’t know why I care this much.

She isn’t the first girl I’ve ended things with.

Why did it feel so crappy this time?

“If I walk out this door I’m not coming back.”

Her words replayed in my head, cutting in to me like knives.

And she didn’t.

Not that I expected her too.

I messed up.

Again.

I brought the bottle back to my lips, collapsing on the couch. I heard the door open, but I didn’t care enough to check who it was. It’s probably Cole checking on me for the hundredth time this week.

“I want to be left alone Cole.” I growled taking a swig of whiskey.

“well too damn bad.”

I sat up meeting eyes with my towering best friend.

“how’d you know?”

“Genevieve, uh they talk, and then I saw the stuff online.” Jared said rubbing his neck.

“why didn’t you tell me?” He added, hurt crossing his features.

“I didn’t think I would feel this bad about it. Why do I feel this bad?” I asked setting down the whiskey bottle.

“it’s called heartbreak J, there’s about a million songs written about it… perhaps you cared a little more than you thought you did.” Jared said sitting down next to me, picking up the bottle of whiskey and taking a sip.

I huffed grabbing the bottle from him.

Jared grabbed the bottle back immediately before I could take a sip.

“Jensen we’ve been friends for years so I feel like I can tell you this. You need to stop living in the past, okay? Not every girl is going to be Elle. You’ve got to stop self-sabotaging. I’m sorry that the women in your life have consistently let you down, and that fucking sucks, but dude you have to move on from it. I can’t stand to see you lose a good thing in your life. Dude that girl was perfect for you. She was crazy about you, you could see it in her eyes. I don’t know if she leaked anything, but if she did I know sure as shit it wasn’t to intentionally hurt you. God damn Jensen the only one hurting you, is you, and I’m sorry but if you keep this up you’re going to end up miserable and all alone. ” Jared said taking the whiskey and dumping it in the sink.

Elle.

Hearing her name made me tense.

That’s why I don’t say it. Don’t talk about it.

miserable and all alone.

Exactly how I was feeling now.

God he was right. I was just miserable and all alone.

I sighed.

She’s not Elle, she was the furthest thing from Elle.

And I ruined it all.

“It doesn’t even matter now, I fucked up Jar, and I don’t think you can talk my way out of it this time.” I said putting my head in my hands.

“No I can’t. But maybe you can.” He said moving my hands away from my head.

“I doubt she’d even listen to anything I’d have to say. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“how about two words you’ve never said to anyone… I’m sorry.”

“and then tell her how you feel, how you actually feel.” He added.

“I feel like I’m falling in love with her, and it scares me.” I said feeling the tears brim my eyes.

“Jensen love is scary, god I was so scared to talk to Gen at first, don’t you remember? But I knew that she was my future, everything I had ever wanted, so I swallowed my fear and I went for it.”

“and what if she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore?”

“then at least you can say you tried.”

It was silent for a moment as I mulled over his words in my head.

“ also I just might happen to know where she’s going to be tonight.” Jared smirked.

I stood up smiling at Jared.

I’m going to get my girl back.

Reader

I don’t know what happened.

Ok I do.

I just don’t know how.

Stella was there to catch me as I collapsed.

She held me as I sobbed. Once I caught my breath, the words poured from my lips.

“I’ll kill him.” Stella said standing up.

I grabbed her hand pulling her back down to the couch. I needed her right now.

His words replayed in my head in a continuous loop.

this was never a relationship

It felt like one to me. I see now just how one sided that was.

I would never leak his information. I signed a non-disclosure. I wouldn’t be that stupid to go against it. Stella is the only other person who knew.

“you never talked to anyone about me and Jensen did you?” I asked hesitantly.

“you know I would never do that.”

I knew she was telling the truth. She would never do that to me.

“look we’ll find out who did this, but in the meantime…” she said escaping from the living room quickly.

She came back seconds later pulling out a carton of ice cream and two spoons.

“I’m not going to eat my feelings Stella.” I smiled just a little bit.

“Even if they’re chocolate chip cookie dough flavored?”

I sighed taking a spoon. Her smile grew as she opened the carton. We sat eating the entire carton, as I cried silently.

If I thought that was bad, work the next day was hell.

As soon as Stella and I walked in all eyes were on us… well me.

I could hear the murmurs of gossip about my love life. I could feel my breath becoming shallow and quick. Everyone was staring at me.

I turned around to run out but crashed right into Gray.

“hey what’s the matter?” He asked grabbing my hand to pull me up.

I couldn’t control my erratic breathing. I was feeling a panic attack coming on.

He pulled me in to his office offering me a glass of water. I silently thanked him sipping it while trying to regain a normal breathing rhythm.

“I’m assuming this is about the paper.” Gray asked tossing thee paper on his desk.

Oh great of course he’s seen it too.

Unease filled me staring at the picture of Jensen and I on the front.

“Gray.. I” I started to defend myself but he cut me off.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain it to me, so you’re having a fling with him, who cares what other people think right?”

“I’m uh not, not anymore.” I said biting my lip to stop the tears.

“Follow me.” Gray said grabbing my hand and pulling me back out of his office.

He stood in the middle of the office, I went over and cowered behind Stella.

“Excuse me, it has come to my attention that there has been some unprofessional conduct in this office, if I hear anyone talking about certain situations, you will be reprimanded. Thank you.” Gray said offering me a small smile.

I think that just made it worse.

I rested my head on my desk debating on banging it off it a few thousand times.

Fuck my life.

“don’t worry, it’ll die down in a day or two, look I’m sure Taylor Swift will do something new and exciting and people won’t even think about you.” Stella said.

I raised my head sending her a glare.

“right not helping.” She said.

Stella was right.

By day two it had died down.

By day three it was a few murmurs.

Day four it completely disappeared.

Now a week later I was back to being a nobody.

Except to Gray.

It was strange. He brought me coffee every morning, checking in on my well being. Today was no different.

“how are you this morning?” Gray asked handing me a mug of coffee.

“better thank you.” I said smiling.

It was true.

Each day that passed it was getting better.

I realized I didn’t deserve any of that.

Jensen had some deeply rooted issues and that wasn’t my fault, yet I was the one paying for them. It wasn’t fair.

Stella and I weren’t any closer to finding out who leaked the information either, so that was incredibly frustrating.

“I have a surprise for you, follow me.” Gray said laughing.

I glanced at Stella before following Gray in to his office.

“close your eyes.”

I sighed hesitantly shutting my eyes. I felt something being placed in my hands.

“okay open them.”

I opened them seeing a ticket in my hand.

“uh it’s for an auction, I uh offered up two of your landscape photos, you’re incredibly talented and I think other people should see it too, who knows they might go for a lot of money.” Gray said smiling.

Wow.

This is what I had always wanted. My pictures to be seen by more people. I smiled and before I realized what I was doing I wrapped my arms around Gray giving him a hug. He was caught off guard at first but immediately hugged back.

“Uh thanks Gray, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.” I said pulling back.

“No problem, I’ll uh see you there.” He smiled.

Wait what was this?

Did I just accidentally agree to a date with my boss?

He must’ve of noticed my confusion.

“I’m uh one of the organizers.” He added with a laugh.

“Oh right of course.” I said embarrassed.

“Not that I wouldn’t like a date with you.” He said moving a little closer.

I felt the air getting caught in my throat. He was my boss. It felt wrong.

“I should um get back to work, thanks for this again, I’ll uh see you tonight.” I said rushing out of his office.

It was weird wasn’t it?

Why was he being this nice to me? I know it certainly wasn’t because Jensen dumped me. I was hesitant to go tonight.

What’s the worst that could happen though?

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I stood off to the side sipping on a glass of red wine. A little black dress hugged my body as I looked around at the people in expensive suits and even more expensive gowns.

I was totally out of place.

I took a seat as the auction began. There were a lot of art pieces and photographs being auctioned off.

I looked at the pictures Gray chose. It was true they were some of my best, but I definitely didn’t think they should be up there, compared to the other pieces. Especially since the last piece just sold for 25,000 dollars. I was zoning out when Gray’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

“Our next two pieces come as a set. These beautiful photographs were taking by the beautiful (F/N) (L/N). I’ll start the bidding at 1,000.”

“1,000.” a man said holding up his paddle.

Holy shit. Someone wants to pay one thousand dollars for my photographs!

“5,000.” A feminine voice called.

Someone pinch me!

“10,000.”

Oh my god. I’m hyperventilating.

“15,000.”

If anyone bids any higher they’re going to have to pick me up from this floor.

“40,000.”

My entire world came to a pause at that moment.

I know that voice.

“40,000 going once, 40,000 going twice. Sold to Mr. Ackles for 40,000.” Gray grumbled.

I stood up quickly fleeing for the exit. I kept my head down, not wanting to see him. Of course as fate would have it, he caught up to me.

“(y/n) please stop.” Jensen said grabbing my hand.

I quickly rip my hand out of his grasp.

I finally look up meeting his eyes.

Woah.

He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, big dark circles lay under his eyes making them look lifeless. I felt kind of bad.

Hold up.

Why should I feel bad?

He didn’t feel bad as he screamed at me and kicked me out of his house.

“What are you doing here Jensen? Are you here to scream at me some more? Want to accuse me of anything else?”

I felt the venom dripping off of each word. He looked as if I slapped him in the face.

“I just uh, I want to talk.” He said fumbling over his words.

“Oh now you wanna have a conversation? Jensen you really hurt me.. you don’t get to do things just when it’s convenient for you.”

“I know I hurt you and I’m…. I’m sorry.”

Woah.

In the time that we were together, even when we fought before, I’m sorry has never left Jensen’s lips.

“You’re sorry?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry for accusing you. I’m sorry for all of it. God I know I’m probably the worst person in the world and the last thing you want to do is talk to me but all I’m asking for all I’m begging for is one conversation. Please just come to dinner with me and let’s talk.” He pleaded.

Woah.

I sighed looking at him.

He looked like hell.

“Fine… I’ll go to dinner with you. But only because I’m hungry.” I huffed crossing my arms.

He smiled, putting his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. I quickly pulled away from him.

“oh no Ackles, you don’t have that privilege.” I said.

He holds his hands up in surrender, giving me a flirty smile. He opened the door for us to step out.

“(y/n) wait!”

I turned around to see Gray running towards us. As he got close, I didn’t miss the glare he sent Jensen. He stood in between me and Jensen blocking him from me.

“are you okay?” He asked grabbing my hand.

“yeah you know what I think I got it from here.” Jensen growled placing a hand on Grays shoulder to move him.

Gray shoved his hand off turning around to stare him down. They were the same height and their builds matched up pretty well too. This could be bad.

“I wasn’t asking you.” Gray spit.

“(y/n) come on let’s go.” Jensen said grabbing my arm and pulling me to him.

“don’t tell her what to do.” Gray shot back grabbing my other arm.

“STOP BOTH OF YOU! I’m not some possession to be won.” I yelled ripping my arms away from both men.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen quickly spoke up.

“I’m fine Gray, let’s just go.” I said nodding at Jensen.

Jensen glared at Gray one more time before leading me out. I once again pulled my hand away from him. I was furious!

“I can’t believe you talked to him that way… he’s my boss, you’re going to get me fired.” I growled stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

“yeah well he wants whats mine.”

“ha, whats yours? last time I checked you were the one that said this was never a relationship.” I sneered pointing between us.

“well I was wrong, I want to try again… for real this time… because I’m uh I’m falling in love you, and I never cared about any of this stuff until I met you. Fuck I just want to be with you.” Jensen said.

It was as if the walls he built were crumbling down.

“I want to believe you.. I do but, Jensen I can’t keep waiting around for you to let me in. It’s not fair how you get to shut down and push me away. You said some really hurtful things and now you want to pretend like it didn’t happen.”

He was silent as he stared at me.

Of course, shutting down like always.

I sighed and turned to walk away when his voice caught me off guard.

“there were two names.”

I quickly pivoted back around giving him a confused look.

“you asked me what was her name, the one that did this to me… there were two. Elle and my mother.” He spilled.

“come on Jensen not here.” I said pulling him to the car.

I pulled open the door to the back seat, sliding in with Jensen following me. I sat quietly hoping he would continue.

“Uh ok when I was young my dad decided he didn’t want to be a dad anymore and he left. I thought that it was all my fault. It really hurt my mother. Instead of coping with it, she turned to drugs, heroin for one. I didn’t know about it at first but then she started missing baseball games and picking me up from school. Dinner started to come from a box every night and it got to the point where I had to make my own. I fell down at baseball and broke my arm. I cried for my mom but she was too busy getting high that she didn’t notice. My baseball coach took me to the ER and when they couldn’t get in touch with my mom they sent police to my house. They found her with a needle in her arm. I was immediately taken from her custody, and placed with my aunt. I thought that once Mom got clean, she’d come for me… but she never did. Turns out she blamed me too. When I needed her the most, she wasn’t there. I desperately just wanted her attention and never got it. I guess that’s why I looked for that attention elsewhere. That’s when I met Elle. She made me feel like I mattered, like I meant something. I fell in love with her quickly, shared all of my firsts with her. I was so in love with her, I even proposed. I thought I was going to share my life with this girl. Now supernatural was just getting popular at this time. All of a sudden horrible things started coming out about me. I didn’t know where the tabloids were getting this information but none of it was true. It got so bad that they thought about recasting me in the show. One day I noticed Elle left her phone on the stand. I went through it and saw that she had been selling stories about me to the tabloids for money. She was also seeing someone else behind my back. She never loved me. She just pretended. I was heart broken. I felt like I lost everything. I swore from that day forward I’d never give a woman that power over me again, and that’s why I don’t kiss anyone cause then that means it’s real. And I’ve stuck to my word….up until now.”

I let Jensen’s words sink in.

No wonder he was the way he was. He’d been hurt badly by two women who were supposed to love and take care of him.

I didn’t noticed how long I sat there in silence until he spoke up.

“say something to me please.” He pleaded.

I looked in his eyes and saw they were misty with tears.

I didn’t say anything.

Instead I pulled his head to my chest, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He quickly wrapped his arms around me as silent sobs escaped his lips.

We sat there in silence for a moment while we both collected ourselves.

“thank you for telling me that.. I’m sorry that people made you feel like that. I’m sorry that the person who was supposed to love you and support you didn’t, but Jensen not everyone is going to be that way. I know getting close to people is scary. I’m scared too.” I admitted.

Jensen picked his head up looking me in the eyes.

“I’m falling in love with you (F/N) (L/N).” Jensen whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

“I’m falling in love with you too, Jensen Ackles.” I whispered back.

“can we please try again? I promise to be more open, I promise to work on my intimacy issues. I promise I will never hurt you that way again.” He pleaded.

“okay but one condition.”

“what’s that?”

“we take it slow.”

Author Note:

Awwe poor boy! who do you think leaked the information if not Stella? What’s going on with Gray? Hmm guess you’ll just have to come back for more!

Part (IX)

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crypticandmachiavellianaugustine · 2 months

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Sweet Nothings (Part Two)

Part One

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: part two they live happily ever after, a little bit of angst.

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, tw Beron mentioned, mentions of past torture and abuse, mentions of body image insecurities, smut

English is not my first language, I am burnt out and spent Valentine's Day finishing this instead of studying so probably lots of mistakes ( also watch me fail my exams because I dedicated Valentine's Day to Eris)

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Dawn had not broken into the sky yet when Y/N woke up, feeling disoriented at first, almost thinking that she had started seeing double and more when she noticed six Willows sleeping on the thick carpet in front of her bed, and the feeling of an unfamiliar warm weight draped over her waist had her questioning her sanity for a moment. She was in her room at the Forest House, that was something she had gotten used to. The smoke hounds were peacefully snoring on her carpets and sofas, and some to her surprise had even become living pillows for the cats. And lastly, the weight on her waist was an arm and the owner of it was still in deep sleep, breathing calmly with his face pressed against her neck.

She wanted to frustratingly growl into her pillow when she remembered exactly how the night before, her bold and tipsy self had begged Eris to sleep in her bed instead of ending the evening with the usual long kiss in front of her door and going their separate ways for the night like they had done in the last few weeks. She was not ready to face him awake so she kept quiet, simmering in her embarrassment.

After their first kiss, in a hidden corner of the palace's gardens, surrounded by roses and falling rust coloured leaves, the awkwardness of two almost strangers who happened to be mates had been quickly replaced by a natural familiarity. They both craved to feel a touch that was only meant to love and comfort and they craved each other. Half sentences and prolonged silences had made them realise that explanations about the past that were beyond strictly necessary could wait. She had her loneliness and he had his scars and they knew how to ease the torment of both.

Y/N noticed that he had slightly opened the windows, just the way she liked it. She hated sleeping in a completely closed room, as strange as it was, she only felt calm with at least one window open. But he had also bundled her up in her covers and his body was warmer than usual, of course he would never waste an occasion to showcase how he could use his powers for her comfort. She expected to be annoyed by how he was protecting her from the cold she felt comfortable in, but she didn't even try to lie to herself and pretend that she didn't find his care for her quite moving.

Luna jumped on the bed with her usual rudeness of small cat and after glaring at Y/N, her beloved cat and first friend at the Forest House curled up on the other side of her mate. She heard Eris chuckle quietly, the cat had woken him up. Y/N felt him kiss the back of her neck.

She turned around and darted him a falsely annoyed look when she noticed that he was immensely amused by Luna's preference for him that morning.

"I guess that now I have two little cats in need of cuddles," whispered Eris in her ear teasingly, alluding to her behaviour since they had gotten closer and earning a light slap on his arm.

After their first kiss she had started to enjoy being close to him way more than she had expected. It had become an anything but rare occurence to get caught while kissing by advisers, servants and courtiers walking in the throne room only to leave hastily immediately after, finding the High Lord on his throne with his mate on his lap.

Unsurprisingly, Eris was the only one immune to the awkwardness of those incidents, usually being very entertained by the escape of the unfortunate souls who walked themselves into mortification by going in his throne room, and by the flushed of embarrassment cheeks of his mate.

He kissed her forehead gently, drawing her close to his chest again. She had contrasting feelings about his hands stroking her back in that moment. It undoubtedly felt good, it was even one of the specific kinds of touch that she had always yearned for. But she could not suppress the uncertainty and shyness about the knowledge of what he could feel through the light fabric of the nightgown she was wearing. Y/N loved everything about her body, a love that she had nurtured and built for a long time. She was not a stranger to the cruel words of those who felt like they had the right to judge her, to tell her shamelessly that her looks and her existence were something that was wrong in their eyes.

She was aware that her insecurities were irrational. In the last few weeks, Eris had not shied away from making her understand how utterly attracted he was to her. But there was a difference in her mind between being close to him while wearing a proper dress and knowing that in that very moment his hands were feeling love handles through the nightgown while moving around her back. Even worse, she had felt him caress her arms, his intention was to give her more warmth and affection but Y/N blushed vividly, realising that the softness of her arms was not at all hidden by fabric in that moment.

Eris continued touching her tenderly, kissing her flushed cheeks.

"My sweet shy love" he murmured before settling his lips on her forehead again, while his hands continued their gentle ministrations.

Y/N decided not to voice her insecurities just yet, she closed her eyes and tried to clear her head, she would not allow her thoughts to ruin her day before sunrise.

Y/N was flipping through a book of traditional autumn court recepies. She knew that she wanted to accept the bond between her and Eris, even if she had not told him yet. Deciding what to prepare was a complicated dilemma. She wanted to cook something amazing, putting her talents to good use, she had been a patissier in the kitchens of the Forest House a few months prior after all, and quite a lot of times her mate had praised her creations after realising that she was the hand responsible for some of the fine patisserie that had been served to his table for some time before their first tumultuous encounter in the gardens.

The book was as exquisite as the foods it detailed, with its beautiful illustrations of the dishes and a motive of golden trees decorating every single page.

Y/N placed the book on one of the finely inlaid desks and left the library.

The next day she was bound to leave with Eris to stay for a few days on the coastal side of Autumn. He had duties in that part of the Court and he wanted to make use of his time there to show her a new part of his home. Y/N was excited to be away from the palace and all of its formalities, and for the first time she had somewhere to go with someone, it would not be solitary wandering but a stay by the sea with her mate. Almost a vacation.

In her life of outcast she had never wandered far from the sea. In her loneliest times, being tossed by the waves had almost felt like a hug. And whenever she had been suffocating under the torment that her own mind sometimes submitted her to, the cold and dark embrace of a marine abyss had never failed to ground her in the present, freeing her from her invisible chains.

In her chamber Y/N had started packing the last things that she needed, the dresses that she had wished to take with her on that short trip had already been prepared.

She packed two of the books she was reading, Eris had assured her that there was a library where they were heading when he had noticed the pile she had prepared for the trip.

Luna was sharpening her claws on the wooden trunk that contained her clothes, visibly upset. The cats and the hounds would stay at the Forest House, and both groups of animals were showing their disappointment. Willow was whining on her favourite sofa, so docile and pleading that it was easy to forget that she was one of the renowned smoke hounds of Autumn.

Y/N packed some of her favourites oils and salves and one of her most beloved scents; the mixture of bergamot, jasmine and roses calming her nerves.

The last few days had not been easy for her. Since the mating bond had snapped, Eris had made sure to get rid of every noble who dared to question her presence at Court, those whose tongues had been raised against her had been stripped of their richness and exiled in a blink of an eye; some, Y/N had discovered, had even lost their lives for the slandering they had spat out about the mate of their new High Lord. The last three of a group of nobles who had particularly hateful things to say about her, had disappeared from the palace the day before, but knowing that they had payed was not making their disgusting words sting less.

She layed down, hoping to distract herself with some reading and some goodbyes cuddles for Luna and Willow, falling asleep shortly after, even with the cat sleeping on her pillow and the hound snoring next to her.

Calmness permeated on the coast side of Autumn, an ethereal and not ignorable presence, just like the morning mist that was attenuating the reality around them. The lazy sound of soft waves in the distance was the only disruption of that quiet place.

The hushed and dreamlike scenery of that seaside early morning did very little to cover the Villa that was standing out against a curtain of pale fog.

Wrapped up in her cloak and with the face of someone who could have used a few more hours of sleep, Y/N glared sceptically at her mate. With Eris' description of the place she had expected to see a cozy little cabin, the opulent elegance of the mansion in front of them had come as a surprise.

Normally she would have teased him about his minimization of the place, but she decided to keep her thoughts for a future time, preferably a time with his flames roaring in a fireplace and a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

Eris was keeping an arm around her waist as they walked to the front door of the Villa, pressing her closely to his body and using his power to warm up her cloak. Normally she did not mind the cold, but she had took a liking in allowing him to ease that discomfort, the annoyed and shy glares she had displayed when he had warmed her up the first few times were a distant memory, replaced by an almost pouting expression she had on her face every time she needed his warmth but was too prideful to ask.

Inside, after he removed her cloak and with a flick of his fingers made every single fireplace and candle in the house spark to life, he still refused to free her from the hold of his arm around her waist. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to one of the chambers. Y/N wanted to protest, not knowing what she could say without making her insecurities about her body known, she blushed nervously and gripped his shoulders as if she was scared to fall.

"Sssshhh," she heard Eris whisper in her hear, before feeling him press a kiss on the side of her head.

"Put me down. I am too heavy, you are going to make me fall!" Y/N murmured, she felt almost mortified.

"And I am strong. Relax, my love, you are not about to fall," the High Lord of Autumn reassured his drowsy mate, laying her gently on a bed. He took off her boots and covered her with a blanket, meeting her sleepy and amused stare.

"I have hands, you know?" said Y/N suppressing a yawn and curling up in a more comfortable position.

"I am aware. Delightfully soft and gentle ones, while we're at it" he replied, his amber eyes looking at her with tenderness and his lips curved into a smirk. "Just grant me the pleasure of doing things for you, my little fox."

She did not hear him leave the room, falling asleep quickly despite her plans of staying awake.

The sea of Autumn was the opposite of what she had expected. Not a chilling silent expanse like the frozen waters of the Winter Court, and neither blue and lively like the crystal clear sea of the Summer Court. It was just calm.

Y/N was laying on the sand, observing the sky as the sunset was making the lilac clouds gleam of marigold orange light. In a past too far away from her to reach ever again, she had used to love painting the color of every sunset she used to admire, and every sunrise as well; she had painted until she had become incapable of finding the beauty in those afar horizons, so her paints and brushes had been abandoned on a forgotten path, never to be recovered again by the hands that had used them for so long, abandoned by the girl who had frantically attempted to remember the skies she would never see again once every night would fall.

Now on that silent beach of the Autumn Court, a place where she had ended up unexpectedly, her hands where unconsciously twitching, eager to hold a brush again.

There had been many things she had started doing again in the most recent times. Writing just for the taste of it and not only to confide in the silence of paper the small memorable moments of her days. Laughing sincerely. Finding peace in the security and quietness of hours spent in the arms of someone who truly cared about her.

The orange glow of the sky was starting to disappear, making way for cooler shades and silver stars when Y/N heard someone approaching. She smiled when Eris sat down next to where she was laying, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. She could tell that leaving the Forest House for a day was already benefiting him, even if he had spent the day buried in whatever duty he had there, by the sea. The dark shadows that she had got used to see under his eyes in the last few days were still there, but he seemed happier, as if he was breathing more freely. She rarely asked him about his duties as the High Lord of Autumn, only a few times after the mating bond had snapped between them she had shyly offered advice, during the long hours she had spended curled up on one of the sofas in his office, pretending to focus on a book but actually studying him, trying to figure him out. He had always immediately followed her advice, praising her for her ideas and encouraging her to always share her thoughts, advice that she sometimes followed reluctantly, she was still too used to her centuries of silence.

Y/N sat up just to be immediately pulled back down by her mate who had squeezed her in his arms and layed on the sand with a contented groan, her basically resting on his chest.

"Rude," she grumbled, failing to put on an annoyed expression when she felt his fingers brush through her hair. She looked up, Eris seemed almost carefree laying there with his eyes closed and her in his arms. The light of the sun, that was almost completely set on the horizon at that point, made his auburn hair resemble the fire he could create apparently as easily as breathing. Y/N lightly trailed her fingertips on his face, admiring his sharp features and freckles. A smirk curving her lips when an idea made its way into her head. Before Eris could comprehend what was going on she was already up, running to the sea and unceremoniously throwing her dress on the sand, wearing only a garnet red chemise when she abandoned hersel into the calm waters, gasping at the sudden coldness and starting to laugh at her mate who had winnowed to the shore and had tried to grab her before she collided with the placid waves and started to swim away. She did notice him enter the water until a pair of arms surrounded her waist. Eris didn't waste any time before starting to leave a trail of kisses along her shoulders, her shivers not caused by the icy feeling of the water anymore. Y/N could not resist turning around and crashing her lips against his. When Eris kissed her, it was always with his whole self, with his whole soul. And then in one moment it ended. He had winnowed them back to their chamber at the Villa.

"Now, why did you feel the need to do that? We were enjoying ourselves," Y/N grumbled rolling her eyes just to be met with an intense wave of heat, he was drying her off with a dramatically patient and exasperated expression on his face.

"We can enjoy ourselves without risking you getting sick," Eris replied, grabbing a blanket, warming it and wrapping her in, using his powers to make the flames in the fireplace roar to life.

"You are aware that I can take some cold, are you?" Y/N huffed, just to be pulled in for a kiss, hearing him saying something about that morning under his breath. She blushed, she had never really seen Eris shirtless and now the extent of the scars he usually hid by dressing immaculately was completely exposed to her eyes. She had only caught peeks of the scarring, when after his training or their time spent together the collar of his shirt often became undone.

He sensed her stare and for the first time since they had met each other she could tell that Eris was in difficulty, his characteristic boldness melted under her eyes. He looked down, picking up a shirt and putting it on, she had never seen him embarrassed before.

She wanted to ask, to know. But questions were superfluous. She had always known the Autumn Court as brutal and since she had ended up living there, the things she had heard about Beron Vanserra were enough of an answer for her unexpressed question.

Y/N had never learned how to react to someone else's pain, no one had even been so close to her heart to have those kind of moments in her presence. But Eris was her mate, the other half of her soul, the male who had been nothing but patient, protective and caring since the night they had met. So she walked up to him, clumsily trying to think about what to say and what to do to comfort him. She caressed the sides of his neck, with all the gentleness she was capable of, trying to send waves of affection through the bond.

"Please don't pity me" she heard him whispering, almost pleading with a vulnerability she had never witnessed in him.

Y/N didn't know how to respond. Instinctively her fingers started to gently slide the shirt he had put on, off of him. Eris didn't say anything, his eyes fluttering close as if he wanted to hide something. She set the shirt down on an armchair before looking at him. Her hands were at the sides of his neck again. This time she trailed her fingertips on his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing at the contact, Y/N could have sworn that she had felt him shiver. The scars that she was touching almost with reverence were just a small section, she could tell that they continued on his back even if she could not see them from where she was.

Eris tensed up when she hugged him, her face pressed against his chest. The scars there had been clearly made with a dagger, some were deep looking, she asked herself how he was still alive. Her fingers running gently over his back were reading a different story. The scars there were numerous, inflicted with blind violence, the lashings of a whip.

"I am not pitying you," as she said that he relaxed slightly, his lips pressing lightly on the crown of her head.

Eris sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her close to him. At the sight of his intense amber eyes looking at her with amazement and longing she could not resist kissing him softly, trying to express all of the words she found herself incapable of saying. As the kiss grew desperate she felt his arms holding her tightly, his face pressed into the curve of her neck.

They stayed like that for a long time before Eris started to kiss her again. Warm lips on hers, on her neck and then kissing along one of her arms until he reached her hand, and there he pressed a tender kiss on her knuckles.

Y/N became increasingly red the more he continued.

"When you blush your cheeks remind me of rose petals. Your lips feel like roses too". Eris' hoarse voice so close to her ears sent small shivers down her spine. The amber of his eyes seemed liquid, alive, as if a flame was burning inside of them. His usual sharp and attentive gaze was completely lost in his observation of her. His eyes followed the lines his fingers were tracing on her lips, her shoulders, the exposed skin of her chest, before stopping were her underdress started, as if he was admiring how the crimson of the fabric layed softly on her pale brests.

He looked up, silently asking for permission. Y/N felt as if she was falling down into an abyss, her knees weak as she nodded. She would not shy away. Eris sensed her uneasiness and laid a kiss on her forehead. Y/N closed her eyes, that simple contact was melting something inside of her. It felt like a promise, it was as if he was vowing to keep her safe, to hold her as she shed her last standing walls, completely surrendering to a real love for the first time. She slid the chemise off, the red fabric pooling at her feet.

Eris' eyes were as scorching as flames, his expression as he took her in was charged of the fire she had often wondered about. She was certain that he would consume her and bring her back to life at the same time. Despite everything, when he scooped her up in his arms and layed her on the soft pillows, his touch was gentle, as if she was the most precious and delicate thing he had ever encountered.

"Beautiful" he almost growled, his tone still hoarse, as he trailed his lips in between her breasts.

Y/N had always imagined that feeling his powerful body pressed against the softness of hers would have caused some embarrassment- but in that moment she didn't feel anything other than warm, safe, eager.

Eris' hands, his cleaver and capable hands, were everywhere. Fondling her breasts slowly, before torturing them with his lips. Sliding and squeezing the curve of her waist, caressing the softness of her belly. When he reached her thighs he made a sound that could only be described as animalistic. He looked at her for a moment, his smile feral as he lowered his face to her large thighs, his hands grasping and stroking the soft flesh as he sinked his teeth into one, starting to bite, kiss and tease her inner thighs. She felt reduced to a mess and they had barely even started.

She guided his head up again, her fingers sliding into his fiery hair and slightly tugging, he chuckle before capturing her lips again. She almost begged him to stop his exasperating teasing and in an uncharacteristic moment of mercy, he did- making her gasp of delight as she felt him inside of her, thrusting deeply as his hands kneaded her behind before pinning her wrists over her head and kissing her again. She was whimpering against his lips as his movements became harsher and his mouth attacked her neck. With each thrust she felt herself closer to coming undone and the sounds coming out of his mouth were speeding the process. She took pleasure in seeing him so taken by her, a few auburn strands falling on his temples, his eyes shining like citrines. As they both felt the release of falling over the edge of the pleasure that has been built up with each one of their movements, they both relaxed into the bed- holding each other as if they were both secretly trying to reassure themselves that the other was going to stay, forever.

Hours later when they finally had enough of exploring each other, they were both enjoying the cold silence of the dawn. The water they were relaxing in was not giving signs of cooling down, Y/N couldn't wait to discover all of the small ways Eris could use his powers. His hands, warmer than usual on her shoulders, felt comforting. His fingers gently massaging her, after washing her hair, were lulling her to sleep.

During her centuries of wandering around Prythian, Y/N had never indulged in celebrating the Day of Love. And when she had confessed her reluctance in recognising the importance of the holiday, she must have known by the look on his face that Eris had big plans. For him, her grumpy behaviour she displayed when talking about the day had been like throwing wood into a fire, he would give her the most romantic Day of Love she could imagine and he would enjoy watching her pretend that she was absolutely not blushing and melting inside because of his attention. So when he saw her green eyes light up at the sight of their chamber filled with bouquets of all her favourite flowers, he decided not to tease her too much and reduce her to a blushing, smiling mess yet. White clouds of jasmine and elaborated multicoloured orchids imported from the Continent, pastel violet tulips, peonies and roses, that were currently being destroyed by her cats, the one she had called Luna snacking on the red ones. His hounds were politely laying in front of the fireplace, observing the uncivilised small felines cause mischief around the compositions of flowers.

There were few things he enjoyed as much as witnessing the way she glowed in excitement everytime she received gifts. So after breakfast and after unwrapping a set of gold and emerald jewelry, a matching small dagger, the hilt decorated with an intricate pattern of golden leaves and an adequate amount of new books, they got ready for a day in the main city of the Autumn Court, were he literally bought anything she showed even the slightest interest in. They had lunch on a terrace overlooking the forest and spent the afternoon winnowing to some of her favourites places.

Later that night, after almost visiting half of Pyrithian and having dinner on the beach in Summer, Y/N admitted that after all she did have a surprise for him that day. An elaborate honey cake covered in fresh wild berries, with numerous layers and soft cream was waiting for them in their chamber. She had prepared it secretly the day before, almost embarrassed by herself for being too romantic and picking that specific day to accept Eris as her mate. She cut a slice and fed him a piece, his hand catching hers as tears of happiness started falling down his face, his lips kissing her fingertips as the golden thread that bonded their hearts became stronger, eternal. They both knew that they were about to spend a scandalous amount of time in that room.

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