#Exploring the forest nearby

[pearl-crystals]

Doodle Medley :)

Some doodles I've got! I've been drawing a lot but I never share em on here! I've really gotten into Mario and Rabbids and I mostly cannot stop drawing the rabbids and the wardens (mostly Woodrow.)

Ive got a huge surplus of doodles so I hope you enjoy! I hope to draw a few of these bigger! If not, I'm pretty content on how they've turned out :)

Only two of these pictures are based off a tiktok! I am pretty certain you'll be able to tell which one hahaha.

Im adding a read more just because of how many doodles there are. But I hope you enjoy em as much as I do! C:

This should be end of the doodles for now! Hope you enjoyed em! :)

[pergaminaa]

Modern au:

When Dorian started dating Manon, he was able to see a few things in her that made him suspect something was off. At that point, he was able to see the pressure her grandmother put her under and he felt helpless in the face of that kind of thing.

Manon was really going out of her way to make sure everything is perfect and yet her grandmother kept scrutinizing her.

At formal events, he got to see that first hand. Manon would be super stressed, it would get worse about 2-3 days prior where her anxiety is at it’s peak; she won’t be able to sleep, and can’t keep anything down.

Dorian can see all of her effort and yet her grandmother’s responses are a variety of

“Don’t embarrass me,”

“What a disgrace,”

“This is worthless,”

And it really angers him.

But that was nothing compared to what he saw when they moved in together.

Prior to that, Manon was able to maintain her mask of aloofness and perfection. It was only when they lived together than Dorian saw how she struggles with insecurity and abandonment issues.

He learned of the long months she’d spend at boarding school, her grandmother wouldn’t allow her to return home if her grades are anything below a 100%. She’d call her an embarrassment and let her spend the holidays studying and making up for those grades.

He also saw how she struggles with boundaries sometimes. Moreover, he noticed that she instantly panics whenever she thinks that she made a mistake. Like forgetting her jacket on the counter, or leaving some of her work behind on the coffee table.

Dorian hates hates hates how her grandmother turned her into this person. She honestly believes that as soon as she commits the tiniest mistake, Dorian is going to leave and find someone better. He told her time and again that he doesn’t want anyone else, better or worse. He wants only her and nothing will ever change that.

But of course, his reassurance does nothing to elevate those issues that have been there for two decades. All he can is promise to always be there, that no matter what happens he isn’t going to leave or find someone else.

Now another issue is their families. They attend the same social circles and their families no each other. Chaol is against their relationship because he wants someone other than a Blackbeak to be with his friend. Aelin doesn’t care much, she tries to get along with Manon but the two of them don’t spend any time together to have any sort of relationship.

Then there are his parents; Georgina wants to pick her son’s lifelong partner. The fact that he’s with the Blackbeak heir infuriates her to no end.

Now normally he would ignore everyone and does as he pleases. However, now that he lives with Manon and knows exactly how vulnerable she is, he had a meeting with his parents and Chaol.

He sat them all down, and told them in no certain terms that if he brings Manon over for a visit, if any one of them make her feel unwanted, he’d get her out of there immediately and never return back there.

Dorian is serious, she’s been though enough and he sees how she struggles. That the perfectly put up woman is hiding a lot of things underneath and he hates how he can’t shoulder some of those things. All he can do is love her through it all and hope that one day it will be enough.

[importantpuppystarfish]

Repopulating the whole world with Wonyoung

Male reader x Jang Wonyoung

Plot : You are from a random country "X". World War 3 is ongoing. Genre : Survival, Romantic, Emotional. Includes: 69, rimjob, facesitting, wony pissing, breeding, lots of kissing.

I drag myself onto the rocky shore, my body aching from the endless swimming. My clothes are soaked, my breaths ragged, and my arms feel like they could fall off any second. But I made it.

The world is in ruins. World War III tore everything apart. Cities burned, people scattered, and survival became a desperate gamble. I don’t know how long I was in the water, moving from boat to boat, trying to stay afloat. But somehow, I reached this island near the Korean Peninsula.

I push myself up, coughing out of the salt water, and scan out my surroundings. The island is covered in dense trees, the sand untouched, the wind eerily silent. No signs of life.

Except for one.

A girl stands near the water’s edge, her long, damp hair flowing in the wind. She’s wearing a torn white dress, clinging to her body from the seawater. Even in this chaos, she looks unreallike -- gorgeous.

I blink. My brain struggles to process what I’m seeing.

It’s Jang Wonyoung!

The Wonyoung. The famous K-pop idol. The girl that once stood on dazzling stages, worshipped by millions. And now, she’s here, stranded just like me. Wonyoung also came to the same island through swimming to save herself from the war.

She notices me. Her eyes widen, and she steps back slightly, uncertain. I must look like a wreck, an exhausted or an average looking guy.

I raise my hands slightly, trying to show I’m not a threat. “Hey… I’m not here to hurt you.” My voice is hoarse.

She hesitates, then speaks, her voice soft yet sharp. “Are you alone?”

I nod. “Yeah… just me.”

A pause. The wind howls between us. Then she exhales and sits down on the sand. “Same.”

I look around again. No ships, no planes, no humans. Just us.

Two strangers. A famous lost idol and me.

Alone in the middle of nowhere. Wonyoung asks for my name~ "I'm Y/N!" Nice to meet u! We have a handshake.. Her hands feel soft.

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Pt1:

I take a cautious step closer. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know. A few hours, maybe. I was on a boat, trying to escape… then everything went wrong.” Wonyoung replies.

I nod. I get it. The war didn’t care who we were, celebrity or nobody, we all ended up fighting for survival.

I sat onto the sand beside her, keeping a respectful distance. My body still aches from the swim, but at least I’m alive. “We should find shelter,” I say, more to myself than her.

Wonyoung doesn’t answer right away. She’s staring at the ocean, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nods. “Yeah.”

We explore the island together. It’s small, covered in thick trees, with no sign of civilization. No food, no supplies. If we want to live, we’ll have to find a way ourselves.

We build a shelter from fallen branches near a rocky cliffside, something to protect us from the wind. It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.

I know Wonyoung is feeling hungry, I can hear the sounds from her stomach. She's embarrassed. I hunt for fruits around in the forest and give some off to her. Wonyoung smiles and thanks me for the first time.

As night arrives, we sleep inside the shelter with a distinct position from each other. I can't believe I'm sleeping nearby a famous K-pop idol!

Wonyoung must be a very clean and neat girl. As morning arrives, with no proper shelter, no soap, and no change of clothes, Wonyoung specifically start to feel disgusting. We both only got one outfit for ourselves and its also getting torn apart.

Wonyoung tugs at her damp, dirt-streaked dress, grimacing. “I can’t take this anymore. I feel gross.”

I look down at myself. My clothes are stiff with dried saltwater and sweat. “Yeah, me too.”

She crosses her arms, thinking. “We need to wash them.”

I nod, then realize the problem. “But… if we wash them, we’ll have nothing to wear.”

She sighs. “I know.”

We stand there in awkward silence, both aware of what that means.

“…Maybe we take turns?” I suggest hesitantly.

She gives me a sharp look. “You mean one of us stays naked while the other waits?”

I scratch my head. “I mean… yeah?”

She groans, burying her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

I shrug. “We don’t have a choice. It’s just us here.”

She peeks at me through her fingers. “Still!”

After a long pause, she exhales sharply. “Fine!" “This is so worse!” she mutters.

I chuckle. “At least we’ll be clean.”

She grumbles but doesn’t argue.

And so, in our strange little world, even washing clothes becomes a ridiculous challenge. But somehow, we manage—awkward, embarrassed, but surviving together.

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But suddenly, it seems Wonyoung has realized survival takes priority over everything else. Embarrassment, modesty—those things start to feel pointless.

To my surprise, Wonyoung just… pulls her dress over her head.

I freeze. My brain short-circuits as the gorgeous Wonyoung directly takes off her clothes near me, her medium sized breasts with pretty pink nipples, a luscious curvy figure that takes my breath away. Her natural scent is divine yet there's a hint of dirt clinging to her perfect skin. Now as soon as she also takes off her smelly and dirty underwear the same time, I see her pussy is hairy, maybe she doesn't shave it often. I keep looking in at her hungrily, finding every aspect of Wonyoung naked incredibly sexy.

She throws her dress and underwear onto a sea, standing now in nothing but her bare skin, completely unbothered. “You should do the same,” she says casually. “It’s just us, anyway.”

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I swallow hard, staring at the ground now. “Uh… are you sure about this?”

She shrugs. “Why not? Clothes are useless if they’re this filthy. We might as well just stay like this.”

I feel my face burning. “I mean… isn’t that a little—”

She raises an eyebrow. “What? Weird? Embarrassing?” She sighs. “At first, yeah. But think about it—we’re stuck here, just the two of us. Why should we care?”

I can’t argue with that logic. She’s right. There’s no one else. No society. No rules.

Still, I hesitate.

She smirks slightly. “You’re overthinking it.”

I exhale, then slowly pull off my shirt. Then my pants. The air feels strange against my skin, but at the same time… freeing.

Wonyoung smiles. “See? Not so bad.”

And just like that, we accept our fate. No more shame, no more awkwardness—just two survivors, stripped of everything, living in the most natural way possible.

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As now I'm naked as well, Wonyoung starts to look at my rod standing at attention. I caught her biting her lips and smiling, which I found adorable. She playfully teases, 'I can't help it, it's so…funny!' I blush furiously and retort, 'Hey, don't laugh!'". I'm confused why the heck Wonyoung is laughing at my dick? Maybe she has never seen one before?

"You look funny naked, especially with that thing down standing out of nowhere so hard" Wonyoung teases.

I'm sure Wonyoung knows herself why my dick is hard at the moment. It only get this way when there's a pretty hot girl around. Also the fact, Wonyoung is naked herself too. Wonyoung's stomach makes a noise again, its time for food and we realize we should start hunting for survival.

Yesterday we survived on wild fruits & coconuts, and anything remotely edible that we can scavenge. But soon, we realize that if we want to stay strong, we need real food ~ fish.

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Wonyoung figures out that if we trap fish in small tidal pools near the shore, we can just grab them with our hands. It’s tricky, but with patience, we manage to catch a few.

Since we don’t have pots or pans, we cook the fish directly over a fire. We create a simple fire pit using dry wood and stones. We skewer the fish on sticks and roast them over the flames until they’re cooked through.

The first bite of was Incredible. We eat in silence, both of us savoring the moment. Wonyoung licks her lips, grinning. “I never thought I’d be this happy just eating a burnt fish.”

I laugh, nodding at her words.

As night falls, the temperature on the island drops, and the once-refreshing breeze turns into a chilling wind. Its getting cold. Yesterday we had our clothes but this morning, upon Wonyoung's idea, I also threw my clothes and we're both naked still.

With no clothes, no blankets, and only a small fire to keep us warm, the cold becomes a real problem.

At first, we try to endure it, huddling close to the fire, wrapping ourselves in large leaves, anything to stay warm. But nothing works.

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Wonyoung shivers beside me, hugging herself tightly. “This isn’t working,” she mutters, her teeth slightly chattering.

I sigh. I’m freezing too. Then, reluctantly, Wonyoung says, “There’s only one thing we can do.”

I looks at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

She hesitates. “Body heat. If we stay close, we’ll be warmer.”

I stare her for a second, then exhale, shaking my head. “I can’t believe this…” But then, after another shiver, I mutter, “Fine. But don’t get any ideas. I try to be positive, trying my best to be a gentleman ”

But Wonyoung seems to have something in her mind, she has been trying a little to seduce me even in this kind of survival condition ever since we both got naked.

We move closer, our bare skin pressing together. The warmth is immediate, awkward at first, but undeniable.

She rests her head against my shoulder, her body still tense. “I love this,” she whispers.

Slowly, her body relaxes against mine, and I feel my own muscles easing. The cold doesn’t bite as much anymore.

After a few moments of silence, she sighs. “You’re warm…”

I smirk. “So are you.”

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Wonyoung hugs me tigher, her chest pressing over mine. I can feel the size of her breasts, I have never grabbed them yet with my hands. I feel so good as well as her skin presses over mine more tightly..

Wonyoung and I can see the full moon together, it looks beautiful.

And just like that, we fall asleep, two survivors, pressed together against the cold, finding warmth in the only way we can.

The next morning, fever hits me suddenly. One moment, I’m fine, tired but fine. My body feels like it’s burning from the inside. My limbs are weak, my vision blurry, and every breath feels heavy.

I collapse near our shelter, barely able to keep my eyes open. Wonyoung rushes over, panic written all over her face.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” She kneels beside me, pressing a hand to my forehead. The moment she touches me, she gasps. “You’re burning up…”

I try to respond, but my throat is dry, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m… just tired…”

She bites her lip, looking around as if searching for a solution. “You’re Sick OH God!!"

Wonyoung has gotten emotional. She swallows hard, taking a shaky breath.

For the first time, I see her cry.

Even in this desperate situation, I hate seeing her like this. I slowly reach out, grabbing her trembling hand. “Hey… I’m not dead yet.” I try to smile, but even that takes too much effort.

She sniffles and squeezes my hand tightly. “You better not die,” she whispers. “I can’t be alone here.”

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That night, Wonyoung stays by my side, cooling my forehead with wet leaves, giving me water, whispering words of reassurance even when she thinks I’m asleep.

And in my fevered haze, I realize something—she’s not just the famous girl I once admired from afar. She’s not just my survival partner. She might be someone special in my life.

The fever doesn’t break overnight, that day Wonyoung does all the job, cooking the fishes and finding survival resources. My body feels weak, my head heavy, and every movement sends waves of exhaustion through me. But Wonyoung never leaves my side.

She brings me water from the stream, carefully tilting a coconut shell to my lips. “Drink,” she murmurs. Her voice is soft but firm, her eyes filled with worry.

I manage a few sips before resting my head back down. “Thanks…” I whisper.

She sighs, brushing my damp hair back. “You’re burning up.”

That night, as the cold wind howls through our shelter, Wonyoung presses herself against me, wrapping her arms around my body. “This should help,” she whispers. “You need warmth.”

I’m too weak to argue, and honestly, her body heat is comforting. She rests her head against my chest, holding me close. She takes care of my body.

At some point, I groan, my muscles aching all over.

She notices immediately. “Does it hurt?”

I nod weakly.

Without hesitation, she shifts, her delicate hands moving to my shoulders. Slowly, gently, she starts massaging me, her fingers pressing into my tense muscles. She also gave me a handjob at the middle. I don’t even know if I should count it as lewd since we have been naked together and staying like this for 2 days already, but this is the first time she grabbed my dick with her hands.

“Relax,” she whispers. “You always do everything for us. Just let me take care of you.”

Her hands move down my arms, across my back, easing the knots of pain. Her touch is soft but firm, careful yet reassuring.

For the first time in days, I feel a little better.

I close my eyes, letting her warmth, her touch, her presence lull me into much-needed rest.

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Wonyoung asks, “Do you think the war is over?”

I exhale, shaking my head. “I don’t know.”

She stares at the horizon. “What if… no one is left?”

I glance at her. “What do you mean?”

She hugs herself tighter. “Last time we saw the world… there were nukes being launched. Countries were falling apart. If the war is over, does that mean someone won? Or does it mean no one is left to fight anymore?”

A heavy silence falls between us. The thought is terrifying, but not impossible.

I swallow. “Even if there are survivors, do you think anyone would look for us? We’re on some random, uncharted island. We don’t even know if this place is on any map.”

Wonyoung’s expression darkens. “We could be doomed.”

I don’t want to believe that. But deep down, I know she might be right.

She rests her head on my shoulder. “It’s just us now,” she whispers.

I wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “Then we survive. No matter what.”

“But if we are the only ones left…” Wonyoung hesitates. “Should we… you know… repopulate?”

The word hangs in the air, heavier than anything we’ve ever spoken before.

I swallow hard. “You’re asking if we should have kids?”

She nods slowly. “It’s what humans do, right? Continue the species.”

The idea makes sense, logically. But something about it feels too real.

I exhale. “That’s a big decision.”

She glances at me, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I know. But if the world is gone… doesn’t that mean we’re responsible for rebuilding it?”

I run a hand through my hair, trying to process. “It’s not just about responsibility. We’d be bringing a child into a world with no hospitals, no medicine, no help. It’d be dangerous.”

She bites her lip, thinking. “Yeah… but if we don’t, then when we die, that’s it. The end of humanity.”

Silence. The fire crackles between us.

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Pt2:

Wonyoung finally sighs, shaking her head. “Maybe I’m overthinking.”

After some while, Wonyoung asks, "Do you want some special comfort?"

Without understanding what special comfort she meant, I nodded yes.

Wonyoung winks and positioned her face between my legs. Her hands reach up to gently caress my thighs, sending shivers through my body. Leaning in slowly, I suddenly feel her pink tongue extends and swirls around the tip of my dick. A soft gasp escapes her as she tastes me, her eyes never leaving mine. She takes the head into her warm, inviting mouth.

I feel my full length inside her mouth. I finally realized Wonyoung is giving me a blowjob already. Wonyoung pulls back a bit. She grins, still stroking me gently. "Mmm…you like that y/n?" She teases before taking me deep again, bobbing her head with purpose now.

"Wonyoung, are you serious right now? You're a famous idol… I can't believe ur doing this!?!" I say.

Wonyoung replies, "Well, I don't think there's anyone left in the world. We should start reproducing already!." She continues taking my length more inside her mouth.

I realize Wonyoung must be feeling emotional, and that I'm the only person in her life now. It doesn't matter if I'm attractive or not.

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Wonyoung is absolutely magnificent as she works to please me with her lips and tongue. Her tongue dances against the sensitive under side of my dick each time I hit the back of her mouth. She gazes up at me with desire, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper still. Every flick, suck and lick from Wonyoung feels heavenly, it's clear she was made for this. I can't hold back my cries of pleasure - "Oh wow, Wonyoung please stop, you are amazing at this!"

Wiping a strand of saliva from her chin after she finishes sucking my rod, Wonyoung sits up and spreads her legs wide. Her thick bush of dark hair beckons me forward. "Alright, enough pleasing you. I want the same feeling as well. Mind eating my hairy pussy now?" she commands.

"Are you serious? But I'm sick!" I reply to her command.

"Oh right", Wonyoung pauses, a look of determination crossing her face. "Can't stand or return the favor hmm?" She grins slyly. "No problem, I can adapt." She positions herself above me, her beautiful eyes twinkling. "Here, I'll just…sit right down."

And with that, Wonyoung lowers herself, her vertical lips parting as she envelops my face in her warmth. I feel her weight settle on my face as she slowly sits on my face, her pussy hair tickling my nose.

I get flashbacks of watching Wonyoung's performance through my screen at home last year before the war started. It's exactly that same ass! Now that ass is about to be buried all over my face.

As Wonyoung lowers herself onto me fully, I am enveloped by her feminine heat and scent from her ass… She is totally face sitting on me.. Wonyoung is now riding my face!

Eager to please, I decide to really explore Wonyoung's shithole. Gently I spread her ass cheeks further apart, gazing at her tight little bud. I push my tongue forward deep, pushing more deep into Wonyoung's most intimate place. Inside her anus, my tongue meets warm, velvety smooth walls that grip me gently. A faint musky scent fills my senses as I wiggle and stroke within her sensitive rim.

My tongue inside her asshole is absorbing up every sticky morsel. The taste is intense, earthy and undeniably naughty. I delve deeper, driven by an urge to clean every inch of her filthy depths.

Her inner walls clench and grip my probing tongue as I feel the wet, dirty texture inside her tight little shithole. It's a decadent mess inside here. Oh fuck, Am I really eating her wet messy holes as she commands?

Shee gasps but then urges me, "Deeper...stick your tongue in!".

I oblige, slowly working my tongue.

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Her ass shakes over my head with a playful excitement from taking in charge, she still asks teasingly, "Is OK?"

I nod, surrendering to pleasure her. My tongue extends, lapping up her slick nectar. She tastes divine. I feel her move, grinding against my mouth harder. She shifts a bit and my tongue finds her hairy wet pussy, making her bite her lip and smile wider.

I eagerly lap up every drop of her juices, my tongue tracing her folds and circling her engorged clit. I suck the bud into my mouth, flicking it while my hands press against her thighs for balance. Wonyoung gasps, riding my face harder. I insert my tongue as deep as it will go inside her within her wetness.

Wonyoung grinds down harder, inviting me to continue. I oblige, gently probing at her holes with more intention now. The salty-sweet taste of mixing her essence on my tongue drives me wild. Wonyoung cries out, clearly enjoying using me completely.

"Mmm…you're so good with that tongue, I just can't resist returning the favor!" Wonyoung cries. She leans down, taking my throbbing length back into her mouth. Now our bodies form a delightfully lewd 69 position - me eating her treasure while she continues to suck me off.

Her hips move in a sensual rhythm, grinding her wetness all over my face as I feel the base of my shaft hit her throat each time she takes me deep.

Our 69 is smooth and rhythmic now, both of us falling into it as the ecstasy builds. My tongue works her clit in firm circles while I thrust my tongue as deep as possible into her tight back doorway. Wonyoung's mouth moves expertly along my shaft, her lips sealed tight.

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Just when I think it can't get more intense, I feel a warm fluid against my chin and mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" Wonyoung cries out. But I don't pull back - I simply extend my tongue, catching her pee with every skillful lick. She trembles above me as she finishes, spent. A mixture of her fluids coats my face but I don't mind one bit, still savoring her completely.

Against my will, I'm forced to drink down her warm, tangy urine. It's strong and acrid on my tongue but I obediently swallow, NOT wanting to displease Wonyoung. She seems shy now, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Here, let me make it better." She whispers. Wonyoung begins gently licking my face with her soft, pink tongue. She methodically cleans every inch, the bitter taste slowly fading. When she reaches my lips she takes me into her mouth again, our tongues meeting. She swallows some of her own urine back from my mouth as we have a mouthful french kiss. Her eyes closed, slipping her tongue into my mouth. There it mixes with my saliva too, a lewd, taboo French kiss. When she finally breaks the kiss, her eyes search mine - a mix of apology and invitation.

She again engages me in a deep and soulful kiss. Wonyoung breaks the kiss, her eyes glinting with newfound desire. She stands up now. "I hope you can forgive me," she purrs before sitting over my shaft. Wonyoung positions herself now ready to ride my dicm. "Now fuck me…fuck me hard, its time for reproduction already! Forget the humanity outside! Theres no one left!" she screams.

She cries out as I claim her. I watch my rod disappearing between her thighs, feeling her walls tighten around me. "Yes, that's it!, Oh my god I can't believe I'm having my first time!" Wonyoung moans as she rides my dick hard. Our bodies connect with a primal rhythm as I punish her core. I know I won't last long after that intense buildup. "Don't stop!" she gasps, pulling me deeper. I'm determined to satisfy us both.

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Tears spring to her eyes but she keeps crying out "Yes yes yes!".. Wonyoung is literally screaming and riding me at the middle of the island. We don’t know what's happening outside in the real world. But here, it seems we both are actually enjoying. Birds and insects are watching us fuck in the silent island. The island is full of her screams and cries in pleasure.

Wonyoung starts bouncing on my rod harder. Each deep thrust draws out prolonged, wailing cries from Wonyoung's lips: "AHH! AHHH PLEASE!". Wonyoung leans down upon my mouth for a kiss now.

She breathes, "You're taking me so well", "but I'm not nearly done with you yet until u cum inside me."

Wonyoung's forcefully kisses me deep and moans. "Ahh, please, I can't.. Cum already.!" she cries desperately, a mix of fear and excitement in her voice.

Wonyoung screams again, her voice rising in pitch as I cum inside her "OOOOHHH!"

Wonyoung feels the sticky white cum fill inside her. Its a big load. She still continues riding, but now Wonyoung feels something tear inside her… "You…you tore me," she whispers, eyes wide.

I push her away from my dick, I see a mess down in her pussy. Its full of my sperm and cum, her insides must have broken and torn apart since its her first time. "It hurts but we succeeded. I'm probably finally pregnant!." Wonyoung cries.

I get emotional too. I hug Wonyoung, and as she hugs me back, we hold each other with love, and I can feel her warmth and heartbeat. Inside Wonyoung is a complex mix of emotions and physical sensations.

I can't believe it, did I actually breed Wonyoung, the most popular K-pop girl? This feels so real, it’s definitely not a dream! Yes, thats right! If I and Wonyoung are really the only humans left, the next world generation will be descendants of us!

[lecsainz]

A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

[obsessivevoidkitten]

A Relaxing Caving Vacation

Yandere Male Naga x Male Reader CW: Noncon, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, copious amounts of cum, general yandere behavior, delusional yandere, overstimulation Word Count: 3k (Comm for @fandomsfanman hope you all enjoy it!)

Hiking, camping, fishing, really any outdoorsy activity, these were the things that you enjoyed.

But you needed something new. Another frontier to explore. A new obsession for you to focus on.

That new focus was spelunking. Cave exploration. The air, the quiet, the hidden stone depths, a secret to be explored, carved by nature just for you! It completely captivated you.

Of course, you weren't insane! You didn't go anywhere really dangerous. No Nutty Putty incidents for you, thanks. You stuck to big wide open caves without any treacherous narrow paths, instabilities, or areas particularly prone to flooding.

You were trying to decide what cave to explore next, you finally settled on Springwell Cave.

Apparently at the bottom it had blue crystals that glowed and a small pond of water, clear as glass. Very shallow and very safe.

It sounded perfect. You'd hike there, camp a bit in the surrounding woods, and after all that build up you'd delve into the cave!

But it had been a while since anyone had visited Springwell Cave. Anyone human, that was.

And so in slipped a male naga named Urzum. A lean but somewhat muscular man with white hair, dark skin, and gleaming silver scales.

He loved the soft glow of the crystals, the pure pond, the safety and seclusion. It was the perfect home for him during the day. At night he'd leave and prowl for food.

Lately he had been prowling for something else too.

He was in rut.

His every night was spent fruitlessly searching the woods for a mate to sink his twin cocks into and then cuddle. But it seemed no one was interested.

There were no nearby nagas and the other forest folk fled from him in fear even though he had never once hurt or hunted another hybrid being, just regular feral animals.

And so every dawn he retreated back to what was now his cave and masturbated furiously in a vain attempt to take the edge off his rut.

Urzum was getting desperate. Whimpering as he constantly switched between his cocks, fervently jerking one and then the other, spilling his seed. He was so very eager to slip it into a lover he could call his own, instead he was wasting it on the floor.

The cave was filled with his musk. His need was palpable.

Your day was spent hiking to the campsite, sun shining, birds singing, the cool breeze pregnant with the scent of honeysuckle as it danced through the branches of the trees.

Sure you could have driven much closer, but why would you do that?

You thought to yourself that it was going to be a perfect day of hiking and camping leading up to the cave!

By the time you got there, there was still plenty of daylight left. You set up your tent and a small fire and cooked yourself up a can of stew you had brought with you.

You enjoyed your meal and then cleaned up and put out the flames before strolling around the area. You were too tired from all the hiking you had done earlier and wanted to tackle the cave the next morning when you were well rested.

As the sun began to set you felt a growing sense of unease. Like someone, or something, was prowling in the darkness. Watching. Waiting.

Though it was probably just an animal you couldn't shake the feeling. And of course, wild animals could be dangerous.

Urzum had slithered out of his cave and near your campsite. He had not seen many humans in a while. Could you be the warm fuck pocket he had been dreaming of sinking his dual dicks into?

The snake stalked you silently to get a better read on you. It seemed you were a skilled little camper, perfectly happy in the rough and rugged wilderness. That was important. If he had a human mate it wouldn't do for them to be all sad because they didn't have their modern conveniences.

It also seemed that you respected nature and cleaned up after yourself.

And then there was just something in your eyes that really sold him on you.

Back at camp you could feel a gaze boring into you and you could swear you caught the eyes of a predator in the brush, reflecting the fading light.

Maybe a wolf or bear had encroached into this area. Maybe there was a serial killer on the loose.

You relit the fire and lit a torch in it. You swung it towards the shadows.

"Just get out of here, whatever you are! I'll fight if I have to!"

Urzum was flat out crushed. You hadn't even got to meet him and already a potential mate rejected him! Maybe you just had some misconceptions about nagas. Or maybe his scent displeased you.

The naga slunk back to his cave early to sulk.

After a couple hours, sure now that whatever had been stalking you was an animal and that it was long gone, you finally managed to sleep.

In the morning it wasn't even something you were thinking about. No, you had a cave to explore!

You made your way to it and took a deep breath once inside. You had expected it to be the cool earthy air of most caves but instead you were hit with an almost tangy slightly sharp scent. It could almost be described as somehow heady.

Ignoring it, you continued on with your little adventure.

What you had been smelling since you had entered was Urzum's home were the pheromones from his rut. And what you also didn't know was that your scent stirred the naga from his normal day time slumber.

He was overjoyed, recognizing the smell immediately. You must have had time to think after he left so obediently and decoded that his smell was alluring after all!

Why else would you follow his trail and stroll right into his den when it smelled so very much like him?

There was simply no other explanation.

There were no other paths that would get you lost, and it was a small cave, so you would be there soon! He started tidying up and readying his nest for his nice new human mate.

As you progressed through the few large rooms and spacious corridors of the cavern the smell got significantly more pronounced.

Crystals also started appearing in the walls. Larger and brighter as you kept going.

The room before the final one with the water was where you arrived next. The smell was dizzying there.

The source was quickly discovered.

Slithering towards you from a dark corner with no crystals was a massive naga. The type of creature that you had only heard rumors about existing.

The human half had black skin and hair that blended in well with the shadows. His scales were like obsidian, except for the underbelly of his snake half which was pearly white.

Your first thought was that he was going to kill you with those sharp fangs, but then you noticed two large erect cocks bobbing as he headed towards you.

It took you too long to get over your initial shock and the monster had you.

"L-let go of me! I don't know what you expect, but you are NOT putting those in me!!"

You squirmed in his grip but he held you close, slowly removing your pack and clothing as he did so.

"Ah! Of course you humans only have one!"

He gently fondled your balls and cock as he said this.

"Well, don't worry, this will feel amazing!"

You tried to twist away but you were pathetic in comparison to him. His cocks oozed copious amounts of precum, the perfect lube, that he scooped up with two fingers and worked into your asshole until it was nice and yielding.

"I d-d-don't don't want th-this!"

His fingering had you stuttering and mumbling, but he wasn't going to stop there.

"You're just getting a cold tail, darling! I know how bad you want this, no need to be all shy~"

He licked a stripe up your cheek.

"Why else would you follow my scent into my den?"

You tried to elbow him in the stomach but he didn't even seem to notice.

"I didn't even kno-oooh mm uhhh~"

He had slipped one slimy cock into your well prepped ass, it kissed your prostate perfectly with each thrust into you.

"Seeee!? You make such pretty noises being bred. No need to deny what you want~"

You glared at him but couldn't summon the brain power to do anything else as embarrassing noises spilled from your lips as he filled you.

Then his other cock joined the first, the stretch overstimulating you and bringing you to pleasured tears that he licked away.

"All that denial for nothing my love~"

Urzum was so happy. His rut was finally being satiated. He finally had a perfect partner to cold close while he drilled them with his cocks.

"You're taking it so so well!

You glared at him again but your gaze faltered as you spilled your seed and cried out in orgasm.

Only the first of many as you discovered that nagas took quite a while to finish breeding.

Urzum caressed your belly, bloated with unimaginable amounts of cum. He kept cumming in you over and over with seemingly no end in sight.

You were a sweaty, unkempt, musky mess by that point and had gone completely limp other than the occasional twitch, shudder, or orgasm.

After 6 exhausting hours he finally pulled his monster cocks out of you and cleaned you all up and dressed you. He made sure you were hydrated with fresh water from the cave's pond and even cooked you a little snack.

You were so compliant all fucked out like that, so cute, Urzum was very pleased. He laid on his bedding with you nestled on top of his coils as if they were a cozy nest.

Urzum could scarcely sleep, thinking of how wonderful life would be with his new mate while you slept like a baby.

But if he thought you were just going to stay that way he was wrong.

It was the better part of a week before you fully snapped back to your normal self. It didn't help that his rut continued for a long time and he kept fucking you stupid for hours at a time every chance he got. He had taken advantage of your shocked and obedient state to get to know all he could about you and teach you about himself as well. As if you were dating.

But you were thinking clearly and the fuckathons he subjected you too no longer made you an idiot for hours after. So while he was out hunting at night you took the opportunity to get the hell out of there.

It had been embarrassing to be turned into a quivering moaning mess but that didn't mean you would stay that way. You weren't broken and that damn snake wouldn't get the chance to break you.

You know he has left the cave by now so you waste no time being sneaky or careful. You rush out, thankful for the linear nature of the cavern.

In no time at all your face is met with the cool, fresh, night time air of the forest. The first time your nostrils had been free of Urzum's strong musk. Even after his mating season, it had remained thick in the cave's air.

For the first time in a while it seemed as if luck was actually on your side. The night was well illuminated by the pearlescent full moon, you'd be able to run without fear of injury in the dark.

Your legs burned with the effort, carrying you as fast as they could to safety and civilization. Once you made it to your car you'd get the fuck home and put this whole mess behind you.

And you'd never go caving again. No, you'd find a more sensible hobby. Gaming, perhaps.

Your sliver of good luck had run out though. As you made it up a hill you smacked right into Urzum. You fell on your ass and looked up at the naga. He was holding two limp rabbits, a bundle of foraged leaves and roots, and looked stunned.

"Wh-what are you doing out of the safety of the cave, love?"

He wound around you, carrying you in his coils as he resumed his way home.

"Oh, you must have wanted to help me hunt! That's no job for you my little mate~ I'm the provider!"

You squirmed and thrashed, you started to cuss him out and correct him but what good would that do? If he thought you were trying to escape he might be more vigilant and it would only make it harder to get away later! Best to let him stay in denial and delusion.

Urzum set the rabbits and forage down where he prepped food and then carried you to his nest, laying you down gently.

"Hunting is my job, baby. It's so sweet that you wanted to help but it isn't your place. I'll remind you of yours since you forgot so easily."

You fought him, but he just thought it was foreplay.

"Aww, acting all tough even though your needy little ass wants my cocks so bad."

Your validating moans were music to his ears when he pressed into you. First one cock, then the other. Both worked tirelessly at filling you up with musky naga seed. He forced you into a mating press, lovingly claiming your mouth with his own as his forked tongue probed the depths of your mouth. You probably should have bitten him but you were lost in waves of pleasure with each rock of his hips into you.

The naga’s hands explored your sides, caressing you as he had his way with you. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva momentarily bridging the distance between the two of you.

“See, my love? You look so much better when you are in your proper place!”

He plunged into you hard and fast, you couldn’t even keep up your typical rebellious gaze. You moaned lewdly and often as Urzum took you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as his dicks filled you up with his love, throbbing deep inside you for a few minutes as Urzum rode out his climax.

After that you were pretty quiet for a bit and your dedicated mate took the time to clean you up and make you some rabbit and veggie stew which you ate without complaint before going to bed. The effort of staying up late, running so much, and being fucked damn near senseless had taken a significant toll on your body.

The next morning you were clear-headed and better able to assess your situation. Running away hadn’t been successful. Nor had struggling during sex or outright telling him he was wrong and that you didn’t want to be his mate. You decided you just wouldn’t cooperate with anything he wanted at any level.

You wouldn’t even eat a single bite of food until he got the fucking point. Not one crumb.

When he tried to feed you some reheated rabbit stew the next day you refused to take the bowl that he handed you. When he tried to spoon feed you you moved your head away from the utensil, not letting it anywhere near your lips.

“I’d rather starve than stay here any longer!”

He smiled down at you and pinched your cheek in a way that felt condescending but was probably just meant to be sweet.

“Not hungry right now sweetie? That’s okay, you can have it later.”

But when later came you still refused. Now he was getting a bit worried, but you didn’t seem ill.

“I’m just not going to eat anything you touch!”

“Aww, is someone cranky? Are you mad because I haven’t been giving you enough affection? No problem, I know exactly what will work up a nice appetite and make you feel more than loved!”

“Wh-?”

Urzum put the bowl off to the side and pulled you close to him. He expertly removed your clothing in a flash and already had his fingers working his precum into your hole to stretch it. You fought, of course, but as always you were powerless against his invasion of your hole.

Your struggles quickly melted into little fidgets and squirms of pleasure as he sank both of his cocks at once into your well prepared asshole. You were on your knees in the nest taking both of his dicks, actually pressing your ass back against each thrust despite yourself.

“G-get off!”

“Don’t be fussy baby, I’m giving you what you need. You’ll feel better after this, I promise~”

He reached his arm around you and started jerking you off, his hand lubed with a mix of your precum and his, you scowled as you humped into his grip, cumming almost embarrassingly fast.

“If you just asked for breeding instead of getting all huffy we could do things a lot faster~ But I love when you get all bratty and needy!”

He kept working himself into you, playing with your spent cock, until you came two more times. You whimpered and moaned with each release until finally he flooded your depths with thick cum. You couldn’t see his balls, as they were nestled away internally, but they had to be huge to flood you so thoroughly.

As always, you were an overstimulated fucked out mess that was utterly helpless and obedient after a bout of lovemaking with your “boyfriend”. You complied with him spoon feeding you. He took it as proof you had just needed some sex to work up a proper appetite and to provide affection so you weren’t so fussy.

After your meal he cleaned you up and kept you warm and safe in his coils while you slept. He was content with how well he was taking care of you, you sleeping all cozy on him was proof enough of that.

You could act all defiant, bratty, fussy, and claim otherwise all you wanted but he knew you loved him, and he would NEVER let you go.

[pearlescynt]

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .☽ fae trap ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

{ Pairing } - Elf!Felix x Witch.afab!Reader

{ Genre } - Smut, Dark, Fantasy

{ Synopsis } - It is said, that if you ever find yourself inside of a fairy ring. The fae will punish you, by making you dance until you are passing out from exhaustion. But when you find yourself doing a different kind of 'dance' on the ground, in the middle of one, with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen you might add, you wonder; is this truly a punishment?

{ WC } - 7.7k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, aphrodisiac effects, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex (piv; do as I say, not as I write & pee after sex!), rough/hard sex, overstimulation, big dick felix, dacryphilia, talk of breeding & mating, talking of mating rituals, please don't touch fly agaric mushrooms, srsly they're toxic and deadly, possible incorrect french usage.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - For the love of all things skz. DO NOT EVER TOUCH FLY AGARIC/AMANITA MUSCARIA MUSHROOMS. THEY ARE TOXIC. DEADLY. This is also probably the darkest thing I've written on this account so far. But it doesn't feel inherently evil to me personally??? But it is enough to warrant a TW! This started off as a birthday oneshot for Felix. I'm starting to think I'm no good at oneshots. This could be left alone, but it could also be a series... I have so many world building thoughts, but idk if I wanna do that. What do you think?

Dusk was approaching as you made your way home from your walk. 

You were blessed to own a cute little home, right on the edge of a beautiful and mysterious forest. Every day you were able to take nature walks, wandering through the treeline, exploring the vegetation. Collecting materials, making sure never to take too much of what the woodland had to offer. And caring for as much as you could, though you knew you were not essential to the survival of wilderness itself. 

That didn't stop you from befriending the little critters who made their home there, or from essentially finding your own second home there. 

You never brought anything with you to permanently invade nature. Instead you wrapped your daily essentials in a little bindle. It usually contained a hearty snack, a book or two, endless vials and jars, your cell, and a small emergency kit. Homemade salves, balms, and tonics included. 

You always had some new shiny objects for your crow friends, making sure to exchange the gifts they left for you at your designated spot. And you always made sure to leave some nuts and seeds for the various rodents who liked to stuff their cheeks. Again, you didn't need to, but they really liked sweet black walnuts and salty peanuts in the shells. Who were you to deny them that treat! 

Some days you brought select crystals with you, cleaning and recharging them in the streams of spring water. Other days you'd use that same water, sealing it in jars and leaving it nearby to make moon water overnight. Those were about the only two things you ever left in the forest, always making sure to come back the next day and retrieve them. 

You always carry a little basket with you too. The forest was abundant in ingredients for many different things. Your favorite is mushrooms and fungi. 

There were many times you'd find a log of an oak tree, fallen over and resting on the ground. A bunch of chicken of the woods growing on it. You'd collect them, taking them home to cook for dinner or other meals.

Other days you'd find lion's mane, and make sure to gather some for your favorite tincture to make and take. It did wonders for your anxiety. 

You were a green witch through and through, and you were raised this way. You drew your energy and essence from nature, always taking little bits of it home. 

Today was no different. Forgoing mushrooms, you instead had bundles of mugwort and a jar full of mulberries in your wicker basket. Wrapped in a little cloth were a bunch of spicebush berries.

You were nearing the last clearing within the woods, your house was about a ten minute walk away at this point. 

The soft moss against your bare feet was grounding, and you were listening to the buzz and crackle of nightlife within the forest. Your white skirt ended at your knees, flaring out. The chiffon is blowing in the cool breeze. It was still tshirt weather, and that's exactly what you wore on top. A fitted one, pale and muted ivy green. You gave up on bras long ago, you were a solitary creature anyways. The friends who did visit never cared about your attire.

You were in your own world, playing a balancing game on a stump and humming to yourself, when flashes of red caught your eye. 

In the clearing, scattered in a broken circle, was fly agaric. 

Your heart fluttered at this rare find. You walk past this clearing daily, and never noticed any of the red mushrooms with white speckles there before. 

Eagerly, you approach. In the back of your mind, warning bells are going off. Thinking back to childhood, of the stories your mom once told you of the fae folk. You'd encountered fairy rings before, but never of this type of mushroom, and never broken ones. Certainly never one so big. You never breached the little white rings in the past, not wanting to mess with entities so possibly mischievous. 

But it would be fine right? This might not even be considered a fairy ring. It was sort of... circle-ish? But not really. There were so many gaps in between them, it wasn't a perfect circle like you'd seen in the past. And these mushrooms were so rare and so powerful, in so many ways. You could feel their energy radiating around you.

You glanced around, searching for any signs of immortal creatures lurking near. You saw and heard nothing, but that would be typical. They never willingly reveal themselves, in fact... You've never seen one. You've never seen any kind of fae folk. It's not that you didn't believe in them, you were sure some form of them existed. Afterall, you practice a form of magick. Your own form, and that exists. 

You were convinced all mythical creatures either exist or had existed, the idea of them couldn't come from nothing. Not when they were in so many stories across all different cultures. 

You paused for a few more moments, really trying to feel any negative energy. There was none, there was never any in your little forest. 

So, tentatively, you took a few steps forward. Then you paused again, waiting for something to pop out. 

Nothing.

You giggled to yourself happily, and then bent down to pluck the mushrooms from the marshy earth. 

They all varied in size, some were large with bulbous caps. Some were shorter, and had flatter caps. Each mushroom, you made sure to pick with a cloth barrier between them and your fingers. These could be deadly if used the wrong way or taken in excess. You had no idea what would happen if you came into direct contact with it, on your bare skin. 

You really should start carrying gloves with you.

You made your way around the broken circle, humming in between giggles, and unconsciously dancing. You were nearly prancing each bare step to the next. 

If you had paid more attention to your mothers tales, you'd realize the consequences of stepping inside a fairy ring were already taking effect.

You were collecting more than you needed now, your basket was overflowing. But still, you didn't want to stop. You felt strangely overcome with merriment. You never felt more at home in these woods than this moment. 

You mindlessly set your basket down, your humming growing in volume. You looked to the sky, as you allowed your body to sway back and forth. Arms stretched out towards the waning moon, coming to life in the dark sky surrounding you. 

Your eyes closed, soaking in the moonlight. And you brought your arms back down, letting them float at your sides as you twirled, and twirled. Your skirt flutters up to reveal your thighs even more, hair whipping in your face. You revelled in the feeling of the squishy dirt beneath your feet. You felt grounded, but as if you were flying all at the same time.

You don't know when your solitude was breached, or if you were ever truly alone in the first place, but you finally noticed his presence when his hands intertwined with yours. 

He was twirling with you, spinning you in circles. 

He was nearly glowing, strawberry colored lips revealing the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. His long, straight white hair framed his face stunningly, tendrils of it outlining his strong jaw line. And his face... so, perfect. He had hundreds of freckles splashed across his cheeks, nose and eyes. Even some scattering up to his hairline, and down to his chin. You'd imagine you could create many constellations with them, like the stars that twinkle in the night sky. He adorned various jewelry, all silver. In his ears, and a cuff across the bridge of his nose. He even wore a gorgeous crown that laid across his forehead as a head piece. It was thin, and wiry, made up of gorgeous silver filigree that shone in the moonlight. You knew that the rings you felt in between your fingers would be silver too. 

He wore all white. You couldn't be sure exactly what his outfit was, but his shirt was a flowing lace up top. Revealing delicate collar bones and toned chest. It was mostly a blur in the midst of his movements. 

Your gasp was delayed, only coming out when he pulled you closer to him. Your hand remains in his, while his arm is wrapped around your waist. You were nearly flush with him, feeling the rest of his chiseled torso against your plush body. But he kept your face at some distance to maintain eye contact. The smile never slipped from his lips. 

He has you captivated, and the two of you don't falter in your melodic movements once. His eyes bore into you, dark and sharp. Yet he exuded a certain softness, and you found yourself lost in the moment. It didn't seem real. 

But it was. 

You were seeing him. In all his glory, ever mysterious and breathtaking. The most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. 

You were hearing him. He was humming the same tune you were, an old lullaby your mom used to sing to you. His voice was deep, and even, harmonizing with your breathy high pitched voice beautifully. 

You were feeling him. He was touching you, his hand interlocked with yours. His grip around your waist is gentle but possessive. He held you like he didn't want to break you, but knew if he was too loose, you'd go running. 

Though you weren't so sure you would run. 

Your mind was racing. There's no way you could stumble across a perfect stranger, who was immediately dancing with you, so close to the edge of the forest. So close to your house. Maybe this was some sort of hallucination. A side effect of being surrounded by so many toxic mushrooms. 

The mushrooms. 

That was it, it all clicked. Too late did the rest of your mother's words ring in your ears. 

His aura, his energy, his perfect pixie-like features. You noticed the point of his ears now, the glittery sheen to his skin. His smile is full of white pointed teeth, dull now, but you could tell they were once sharper in the past. His slight cat-like eyes, giving them that sharp look even though everything else about him screamed delicate.

Your humming stopped, but his didn't. Your mother's voice is filling your head, and you were repeating the words she once told you so long ago. 

'and if you're caught, the fae folk will punish you. You'll be dancing within the ring until you faint from exhaustion.' you whispered quietly. 

His smile only grew, a glint lighting up his eyes. 

He finally spoke, his chest vibrating against yours, "Wise words, from a magnificent young lady."

He had an accent, you couldn't quite place it. Something between old english and australian. It made you want to melt. 

He started laughing, and you were sure that if he didn't have a grip on you, you would've slid to the ground. 

You've both stopped twirling, but he's still moving you, moving with you. Swaying back and forth. 

"Who are you?" You ask curiously. 

"Who?" He chuckles, "Usually it's 'what are you', that people ask me. Though it's been almost a century since I have revealed myself to a mortal."

A century? Your mouth dries, and you feel something akin to fear course through your veins. But you aren't scared of him for some reason. Wary, suspicious, but not scared. 

"You're different though, you seem to have at least a diminutive amount of knowledge of my realm." 

You want to get angry at that comment. You'd like to consider yourself well informed and educated on all supernatural and magickal subjects. There'd always be more to learn though, and the human brain simply could not grasp it in its entirety. So he wasn't wrong. 

You're still saying nothing, dazed from his presence. So he continues. 

"You were right when you said fae folk." He assures. 

"You're a fairy?" You whisper, wonder dazzling in your voice.

At that he laughs again, and you swear you hear small chimes behind it.

"An elf. I believe that is the universal name humans gave us. Not all fae are fairies, there are others too." 

As he speaks, he lets go of your hand, bringing his fingers up to brush strands of hair from your face. His touch is warm, for some reason that shocks you. 

"Elf." You repeat, not a question, but a statement.

He hums, in agreement and starts to twirl you around again. His hand resting on your cheek, thumb brushing featherlight touches against it. 

You're trying very hard to wrap your head around the entire scenario. You shouldn't be surprised. You've dealt with other worldly things in the past. Spiritual realms are completely different from anything having to do with the fae world though. 

Worry floods through you again once you realize what's happening. 

"Am I being punished?" You lip quivers as you speak, "I-I was just trying to collec-"

He's bringing his head down, his forehead meeting yours. You feel the cold bite of the silver headpiece touching your skin. It's enough to shut you up.

"Shhh, darling. Don't view it as a punishment." 

"I don't want to dance until I pass out." You slowly say, even though your body feels otherwise.

Underneath the initial shock and caution, you still felt that overwhelming happiness. It was borderline euphoric... and strangely arousing. 

Everything happening inside your mind and body right now was so confusing. You were feeling lost, and found yourself clinging to the man--the elf, before you. 

"You pretty creature, don't worry. Danser dans le ronds de sorcières... that's for children." 

French? This being was a riddle. 

"I don't understand." You force out. 

He leans back a bit, so he can look into your eyes and your thighs clench, "We tell the kids, fae and human, that if a mortal is caught within our rings. They dance to exhaustion. The humans carried this myth with them into adulthood, while our kind later learned the truth of these special rings." 

He's still dancing with you, moving your body elegantly to a now imaginary song. Leading you in something reminiscent of a waltz, but you can barely focus on that when his touches are electric against your skin. 

"The truth?" You ask. 

He's dipping you down now, bending with your body as he once again is peering into your eyes. At first you think it's part of the dance. Until your back meets the land that was underneath your feet. The mixture of smells was potent. The scent of damp moss, and semi-sweet foliage filling your nose. 

He hums again, "It was never an entire lie, it always started off with dancing." 

The timbre of his voice was pooling wetness in your panties. You felt beads of sweat forming on your brow, and you were bewildered at how your body was reacting right now. It didn't make sense. 

His body is hovering over you now, his face coming close to yours. His nose is brushing along yours before he speaks again. 

"What better way to set the mood than a passionate dance, and in this case, under the moonlight?"

You whimpered, feeling disoriented and needing his touch. 

"I don't even know your name.", was the only thing you managed to mumble. 

He chuckled, and you felt his breath puff against your lips, "It's unimportant darling, but since you're so... alluring. You can call me Felix... I'd love to hear it rolling off your tongue when I make you cum."

You were mewling at the thought of fucking this mystical being, when you felt his lips against yours.

He was almost lazy in the way he kissed you. Seemingly in no rush at all. And it's not that you were complaining, but you wanted more. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing his body flush with yours. 

He was smiling against your lips now, and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access. 

"So eager. Patience little dove. You'll get what you desire and more." 

You knew it was absurd to lust after a man--an elf, gods how could you keep forgetting that, that you just met. But your body was burning and it felt like he was your only rescue. 

His hands wandered your body, groping and massaging every inch. 

He had your leg wrapped around him, his hand trailing down the back of your thigh and his lips attached to your neck. He was marking you with what you imagined to be the most beautiful bruises. You were panting at this point, and it felt ridiculous to be this turned on by so little. By a stranger. But it didn't make you want to stop.

His fingers reached the edge of your panties, and you gasped. You felt his smile again, he was enjoying every bit of this. You felt powerless to his strokes against you. Your hips were bucking up, chasing for friction.

His hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers squeezing into your flesh, pinning you further into the dirt. 

You hissed before whining, begging "Please."

"I said be patient." His voice was stern as he spoke against your ear.

It still didn't stop you from squirming beneath him, your mind wasn't registering anything beyond wanting to feel him filling you up. 

He brought his face back to yours, eyes gleaming and the most naughty expression written across it. 

"Fine. As you wish, little dove. But don't forget, I was trying to ease you into this." 

He tore your panties off of you, and his fingers were rubbing against you harshly, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

"A-aaah!" You were moaning loudly, his movements jarring.

"This is what you wanted darling, isn't it?" He's muttering against your lips now, slipping his fingers into you. 

Your body feels more alive than ever, waves of pleasure washing over you. His fingers skillfully curl inside you, while his thumb works your sensitive bud. Swipe after swipe, eliciting more and more of your arousal onto his hand. 

His kiss is searing, and feels like the only thing currently keeping you anchored to your body. You felt your orgasm building quickly, the band growing tighter and tighter in your stomach. It felt like you'd float away when it snapped. 

You can't contain the lewd noises you're making. Between the moans he's swallowing from your lips, and the loud squelching from between your thighs, it was deafening. Or maybe it was just that your ears were ringing. 

It felt like only seconds later when he brought you over the edge, his movements slowing but never stopping. You're whining, and your legs are trembling but you don't want him to stop. You're nearing over sensitivity and when you close your eyes, you see nothing but stars.

All you can think of are the freckled constellations on his cheek. 

You feel drunk on this moment, and you don't want it to end. It's as if he knows exactly where your mind is when he speaks again.

"You're not done little dove, don't you worry your pretty little head." 

When you open your eyes, and tilt your head up, his shirt and pants are discarded. Revealing a dizzying body. He was lithe yet chiseled. His body is almost dainty, but each muscle is carved in the most irresistible way. His abs were glorious, your eyes trail lower, following the v cut. You notice the faint spattering of a happy trail, and your eyes follow it. 

And fuck.

You've never been one to view someones cock as pretty but... his was. The tip was so swollen and pink, and leaking generous amounts of precum. Faint blue veins prominent along the shaft, and he stood tall and proud. His girth made you wonder if you could handle the stretch. It had been a while since you'd last been intimate. 

He brought his hand, covered in your slick, to his member. Spreading it all over in a mixture with his precum, making it glisten. Your mouth started to water, and your legs spread wider for him. You pulled your skirt completely up, presenting yourself to him. 

His jaw was slack, mouth hung open as he watched you, fist pumping himself slowly. 

"Such a good girl for me darling, aren't you?" He said with that charming smile. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, while doing such a perverse act that had your juices dripping down you. 

Then he was on top of you again, cock sliding into you. Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and you wailed, a mix of pain and pleasure. But it was so satisfying, you couldn't get enough. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, and he was thrusting into you at a brutal pace. 

Your back was digging into the ground, and you started to feel bits of grass and dirt against your skin. You pulled against him, trying to adjust yourself so you could lose yourself in the dance you two were now performing. 

He pulled out of you, and sat back on his knees, that's when you noticed his clothes underneath him. You had no idea he was wearing a cape earlier. It was sprawled out, creating a barrier between him and the ground. 

He picked you up, and positioned you to straddle his lap, facing him. Then he slid back into you, your eyes rolled back, and you let out a filthy moan. 

This position felt more intimate but still desperate, he was reaching deeper into you. The head of his cock pistoning against your g-spot. It felt so good you could cry. 

You were crying, you realized. 

"Shhh, little dove, you're taking it so well. It feels so good, doesn't it?" 

"Yes!" You sob. 

He's wiping the tears from your eyes with his fingers, and smiling at you like you're the most precious thing on this planet. 

"That's right, pretty. So pretty when you cry." He groans out, and his pace grows faster, rougher.

His hand dips down between you, and he's toying with your clit now. In any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed by the way your body uncontrollably trembles. Your muscles are spasming at his touch. You just couldn't bring yourself to care, he was making you feel too good. 

"Darling," He purred, as he slowed his thrusts and pinched your clit between two fingers, rolling it, "I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum for me, can you do that?" 

You were mewling as you nodded your head frantically, feeling your peak rush towards you. 

At that he started fucking into you harshly, almost painfully, and you were coming undone with a loud cry on top of him. Your body tensed, nails digging into his shoulders, struggling not to throw your head back. His hand that was playing with you, gripped your jaw, smearing your own arousal on your face.

He was making sure you kept your word, maintaining your gaze on his while you clenched around him. Your eyes were fluttering as you tried to keep them open. He was biting his lip, eyebrows scrunched together as he fucked you through your orgasm. Watching your face contorted in pleasure. 

"So tight." He grunted.

You were scratching at him now, nails dragging down his shoulders. And your mouth was hung open in a silent scream, your voice having given up on you. 

It was becoming overwhelming. 

You still didn't want it to stop.

"I know you can take it darling, take it." He growled, gripping both your hips now to steady you.

So you did, until you were limp in his arms, and he was releasing into you with a groan. 

Your head was resting on his shoulder. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, and he was soothing you. Humming and stroking your hair gently. You were breathing heavily, trying to come down from this mind blowing experience. But you weren't descending, not mentally. You were still riding that high, stuck in a lust filled haze. 

He started to roll his hips tantalizingly slow, and you hissed at it, feeling slight pain. Mostly you were shocked he was still hard. 

His chest vibrated while he quietly laughed, "Did you forget the 'more' part, darling. I keep telling you, we're not done yet." 

You whined at the sensation of his gentle movements. 

"Shhh, there there." He's teasing you, "Are we a little sore?"

"Yes." You breathed.

"I can fix that." 

You gasped when he slid out of you, hating the fact that you felt so empty. 

He was positioning you to lay down on his clothes, taking care that no part of you touched the ground. You just let him handle you, molding your pliant body however he wanted it.

His hands were rubbing down your arms, and he was smiling down at you. When you met his eyes, you couldn't explain the exact emotions you were feeling. You'd let this man take your soul if he asked right now. 

He was licking his lips as his hand trailed back to your core. You gasped again, then whined when he dragged his fingers through your swollen folds. His touch was almost massaging, yet sensual. He was touching everywhere, teasingly avoiding your sensitive bud. 

The more he touched you, the more you writhed. And sensing another comment about how you can't be still or patient, you yanked him down to you so you could kiss him. 

You were tired of just laying there, you wanted to start giving. To start touching.

You didn't know where all this stamina came from, but you were determined to use it. You jerked your hips up, leaning more into his touch. 

It wasn't until you reached down to wrap your fingers around his length that he paused his movements. 

He was still slick with your cum. And you used that to give him slow strokes.

He let out a hoarse moan against your lips, before pressing his fingers directly on your clit, rubbing in small circles. He was matching your tempo directly. You whined into the kiss, your hand picking up pace. Pumping him faster now, and he followed your lead. 

Or so you thought, just as you felt your climax starting to build, his fingers were being pulled away. 

He took your hand off him, and then crawled down your body, coming face to face with your core. 

"So pretty, even here darling." 

You were blushing at his words, but you couldn't take your eyes off of his, as he stared at you from between your thighs. 

"Still sore? Let me make it feel better, little dove." 

And you felt his tongue lave through your folds. It was gentle and it felt hot, and it drove you crazy. The flicks of his tongue against your clit were maddening, and you wanted more. 

Your hips started slowly moving against his face, and this time he let you. He lets you roll your hips, and grind against his face. His tongue flattened against you, and you slid your hand into his blindingly white locks. You started grinding against him harshly, losing all sense and control of your body and just focusing on climaxing. 

He let himself be used by you, and as your grip in his hair tightened, so did that feeling in your stomach. You felt another orgasm come over you, and he let you ride it out, quite literally.  

You expected to start feeling spent by now, but you didn't. So before he could climb back up your body to kiss you, you were sitting up and pushing him onto his back.

He landed on it with a thud, puffing out air and looking at you incredulously. 

You let the primal urges take over as you lowered yourself onto your stomach, and took his member in your hand. You licked up the underside of his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He groaned as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

You placed a soft kiss on the tip, and licked the strings of precum off your lips. 

"Fuck..." He whispered.

"Let me return the favor." You mumbled before you took his tip between your lips.

You let your tongue swirl over it a few times, savoring his taste. He brought his hand down to your face, and pushed your hair back for you. 

You let your tongue run down the underside of his cock, and you sunk your mouth onto him. You had completely engulfed him, and were struggling not to gag. Still, you never intended to stop. 

He was grunting as your head bobbed up and down on him, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth and dripping down to pool at his pelvis. 

"Making--ah fuck--such a mess for me, darling." He groaned. 

He lets you keep at your own pace for a while longer before he starts thrusting into you. He kept your head in place, and you gagged and tears started running down your cheeks. Each stroke became more and more erratic, until ropes of his hot cum were shooting down your throat. 

He pulled you off of him and you gulped down breaths of air. He was caressing your cheek, swiping a mix of tears, spit and cum from your lips before kissing you. 

That's how you both continued throughout the night. Pleasuring each other, nearly non-stop, under the moonlight. Your mind was fractured, nothing else but him existed inside of it. He'd touched, fondled, massaged, and embraced you, until you could only respond with breathy whispers of his name. 

"Felix..." You sighed, when he was bringing feeling back to your numb legs by massaging them.

"Felix..." You moaned, as he slowly took you as you both laid on your sides.

"Felix..." You screamed as you came undone on top of him, riding him roughly.

He took you in many different positions, and you indulge yourself in each one. When he wasn't fucking you, you were whining in complaint and going down on him. If he wasn't going down on you, he was edging you with his fingers. Your hands never left each other's bodies, always needing connection. You were sure he was just as familiar with your body as you were by this point. 

The exhaustion finally hit when he had you on your back in a mating press. The last thing you remember, is staring up into the twilight sky. Dawn was approaching, the stars were disappearing before your eyes, as the golden glow of the sun started to peek through. 

Your eyes were fluttering as you fought unconsciousness, determined to finish fucking this completely ethereal creature. Felix was barely putting in an effort to fuck you, but he still slid in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, as if he wanted to keep your orgasm at bay. You both wanted to extend this moment in time, but your body wouldn't have that.

When you finally let go, cumming on his cock for what felt like the hundredth time. That's when your eyes shut and you gave into the exhaustion. 

The familiar scent of nag champa incense filled your nostrils as you started to come to. 

Your bedroom, permanently infused with your favorite scent to burn, that's where you were. The familiar feel of your sheets beneath you, and your heavy comforter confirmed that.  

Your mind still felt a little cloudy as you started to recall how you got to your bed from the forest. 

That's when you feel a body next to you and your eyes shot open.

"Felix?" You croaked, your voice dry and hoarse.

He was laying next to you on his side, in your bed, in your house. 

He had the blankets pulled up to his waist, and was resting his head on his hand. Elbow propped up, so he could see you better. He was shirtless and he wore that same smile on his face, like he was so fond of you.

"Is that still the only thing you can say, little dove?" He whispered teasingly. 

"How- I mean, why-?" You stutter as you attempt to sit up in bed, but your entire body aches. 

You hiss at the burning sensation you felt between your legs. And your legs, gods, you don't think that they've ever felt so sore. 

"Easy darling, you need to rest." He said as he helped you sit up. 

He reached over to his side of the bed and handed you a glass of water, motioning for you to drink. 

You eyed him curiously as you sipped your water, finishing it rather quickly when you realized how thirsty you were. 

"I ran you a bath and kept it hot, when you're ready we should wash you up more." 

"More?" You questioned him.

"I did clean you up last night, I'm not a monster. The bath will help ease your muscles." He chuckled.

"How did you even know where I live?" 

"It's not hard to figure out, we weren't that far from it. Your house is the only one for miles." 

You still felt guarded around him, even after the night you shared. If the stories your mother told you turned out to be partially true, you could only imagine what other lore could turn out to be true. 

Now this mischievous creature knew where you lived, he was in your home.

"I know this is your sacred space little dove, I don't intend to intrude. However, I couldn't exactly leave you in the state you were in. How are you feeling? Is your head a little clearer?" He spoke softly as he brushed his fingers through your hair. 

It is. Almost all of that dazed feeling was gone, you felt more lucid. In that clarity though, a rush of embarrassment hit you. You felt your skin heat up at the more clear memories of last night. 

You were never the type for hookups or one night stands, yet the things you did with this perfect stranger... This perfect magickal stranger... they felt unspeakable. You'd never lost yourself so completely in someone else's presence, much less with your own... sessions. 

You hide your face in your hands and rub at your temples, trying to make sense of this entire situation. Of your own feelings. You didn't exactly regret it or hate it. Something still felt off. Not only was the entire act abnormal in general, and downright questionable. But it was so out of character for you. Did he use... compulsions? Did he have that type of magick?

"Thinking too hard will just exhaust you more." He said.

"Look..." You sigh, as you turn to face him, "I'm a little lost here, I don't know what to make of this all." 

Next thing you know, he's off the bed. He's picking you up in his arms, and you notice you're both still nude. Your face flushes again at that, and you struggle a bit in his arms.

"Be calm darling, I'm just taking you to the tub. We can talk about it all." 

You let him place you in the tub, and then he's sliding in behind you. Slotting you between his legs. He's pulling you back towards him, so you lay against his chest. You both sit like that for a few moments, absorbing the heat from the bath and getting used to each other in a new type of intimate way.

You should be kicking him out of your house. You should be cussing him out. Defending yourself, but why didn't you feel the need to defend yourself against him? Why were you drawn to him? 

When you think about the facts, some would say you were attacked last night. I mean there's a reason the Fae call it a punishment You didn't feel attacked though. You enjoyed yourself, as crazy as that is to say. 

You always knew you were an adventurous soul, but you never thought to this extent. 

How do you come to terms with actually feeling okay with this whole thing, when you knew you shouldn't be?

"You're a witch, right?" He suddenly asks you, breaking your train of thought. 

"I am... though I'm beginning to question the validity of that title, seeing as I have an actual magical creature behind me." You mumble. 

You knew the magick you practiced was real. You could feel it. It's not like you could create fire though, or move things, or transfigure things in front of you. You weren't even sure Felix could do any of that as an elf. You weren't sure of anything anymore. 

You felt like you were entering an existential crisis. Panic was starting to settle within you when you felt his chest vibrate with laughter, it was an oddly soothing sensation that you know you've felt before.

"No, you are. I can sense it, it's in your blood. It took me a while to piece it together, but you are a witch through and through. Sometimes humans don't know of their tie to the magickal world, but I figured... from your altar, among other objects and ingredients I've noticed here, that you knew." 

You hummed, your mother always told you that you were a part of a long line of witches. She raised you heavily within her practice. You never doubted her, but somehow this new revelation made it so much more real. You realize this was opening a whole new aspect in your own practice. A hidden world, seemingly waiting for your return.

"Is that why you came to me? Because you sensed a witch was near?" You questioned him, your hands playing with the water. 

"No, you stepped inside my fairy ring. I have to say I was shocked. I placed it in, what I thought was, an inconspicuous area. I hadn't realized your home was nearby."

"Okay, I'm going to need you to explain." You sighed. 

"Well... you already know what I told you yesterday. The stories you were told, were passed down by your ancestors and other mortals in general. You don't really just dance in fairy rings, that's a small fib we tell the children. As more human children found the rings, when we'd find them dancing. We'd send them off, warning them if they came in again that we would have them dancing until they faint. When our own children wandered into them curiously, we'd tell them the same thing until it became time for them to learn. It's just something stupid the ancestors came up with, I don't know... It does always start out with a courting dance though, but the main reason for them is, inside a fairy ring... you mate. They're essentially a part of an ancient mating ritual."

At that you nearly jumped up to smack him, but he was a step ahead of you. His arms tightened around your body, pinning your arms to your chest. 

"MATING?!" You screamed at him, trying to turn your head and make eye contact, "I don't fucking wan-" 

"Please, calm down little dove. It's not possible for me to actually breed you. That requires an entirely different ritual, one that hasn't been performed in centuries. I'm not even sure anyone would know how to perform it these days..." He trails off. 

"So then why even lay these stupid Fae traps for humans anyways?!" You screech. 

"They're not traps, and they're not meant for humans." He says defensively, and you can hear the pouting in his tone, "Think of it like this. You know how some penguins build big and pretty nests to attract a mate? It's kind of like that. It's a lot to explain in detail, and I had to create one. Now that I'm of age, it's expected of me to find a partner. Even if I don't find the need to." 

"And why do they exist in this realm if they're not meant for us?"

"Well, a long time ago, back when there was only this realm, and there were more Fae than humans, they came across one. That fairy was so angry at the human for intruding on something so intimate of his, and he threatened the human with a punishment. Before any of the other Fae could stop him, he entered the ring. When they both were inside of it, they were overcome with the magic of the ring. The courting dance had started, and no one else was able to enter. The desire for each other grew. In his anger he must've forgotten what the ring's intention was, and was only focused on punishing the human. But he never got that far. They ended up... mating. They never separated from that night, spending their lives together. It was millenia ago. It created an uproar though. Our kinds had never joined before that way."

You sat and listened, calming down a bit as he told you this story.

"There were battles, not an outright war but there might as well have been. They grew to love each other, and they led the winnings of those battles to stay together. They opened the door for Fae and humans to be together, but it has always been frowned upon from both sides."

There was an entire history of this world that you had never known. One that you could never even imagine to be true. But it is. Before your mind let you delve into it though, you thought back to something he said.

"Overcome with magic? These rings hold compulsions over beings?" You questioned hastily, needing to confirm your suspicions. 

"No. It's not like that..." He sighed, "Didn't you feel different last night?" He continues, "The mushrooms release something like a pheromone. An aphrodisiac, to enhance your sexual stamina. Among other mood boosting and energy boosting properties. It starts by uplifting your mood, making you feel the happiest you've ever been. Then you start dancing, your energy building up in preparation for what's to come. It's not until your partner enters that the aphrodisiacs start releasing. But it doesn't just take away your consent like that. Both parties have to be willing... it needs to be mutual. Though that's not to say that's not how every instance turns out. Evil exists in all realms." 

You shivered at his words, trying to process everything. You could clearly remember the primal urges taking over, the need to constantly be filled. It explained that off feeling, why you were acting so out of character. But you couldn't deny that you had wanted it. 

Craved it. 

You never tried to stop it, never wanted to stop it... In fact you initiated it to an extent. 

He started talking again, "That's why I couldn't just leave you there. Especially not in that forest, where other creatures lurk and might find you. I never felt anything dark there, but that doesn't mean it won't come along. I brought you home. I cleaned you up, I made you drink because you were getting dehydrated. I cared for you."

He was loosening his grip around you to rub your shoulders. It made you think back to the skilled massages he gave you last night, in between all of the sex. He made sure to take care of you the whole night it seemed.

"But none of this answers my question from earlier, why not place the rings in your own realm now? Why would any of the Fae place them here?" You asked.

"There are many different reasons..." He mumbled, "Some of them do it because they want to experience sex with a willing human. Some of them do use them as traps for humans, and those Fae are disgraceful, downright evil. Most of those types have been banished from the realm I come from. But some are like me. We try to hide them, from everyone. Because even though we're required to have them, we don't want to use them."

Then you thought back to his previous words, "Wait... 'find your partner' you said? Are we- do we have some sort of bond now?"

The silence was thick in the air. You waited for him to speak, but he didn't, so you turned around in the tub to face him. Your legs spread out on top of his, as you half straddled his lap. 

His eyes stared into yours, expressionless. It was much colder than his usual warm aura, so you grabbed his hand to hold it, and asked again in a softer tone, "Do we?" 

"We don't have to. It's not permanent. Most Fae who get humans within their rings leave them there once they've passed out anyways. Humans don't have the same stamina as we do, even with their boosted energy from the ring. The first woman passed out, that's where the ancestors got their silly tale from." He spoke tightly, like he was debating even revealing this bond at all. 

"I see." You replied, even though you had many more questions and didn't have a full grasp on it all. 

Not much made sense. In a span of hours you found out the true existence of a hidden realm, and these magickal creatures. You met one, you slept with him, then you actually slept with him, and now you bathe with him. You talk with him, as if all of this is a normal day.

It should all unsettle you more than it actually does. You should be freaking out, 100% meltdown level. This is the story of fairy tales, and maybe not a good one. This could be the big bad wolf and you could be little red riding hood. But somehow, you were comfortable in his presence. Comfortable enough to want to spend more time with him. To learn more, about him, his world, and this new bond. 

So you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his lips a small peck. 

"Maybe we could... figure it out together? See what happens next, if you explain more to me, that is." 

His eyes lit up with hope, and his charming smile returned to his face. The thought that you could wake up every day to that smile entered your head quicker than you could blink.

You'd figure something out. You had to. He couldn't leave your life now. Not when it seemed like it was just getting started thanks to him.

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What would happen with a dragon or dragonshifter platonic yandere parent?

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization, mentions of/implied death, mentions of parental neglect

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Exploring has always been a fun hobby to you, especially the forests by your home. The deep greenery is so comforting compared to the dreary gray cities.

That is why you had left for your favorite spot in the woods; the clearing with flowers and tall oaks and an even taller cave cliff that always shaded the area. It was quiet except for the sound of the stream nearby.

But this time, you're willing to explore past that.

Not by much, but when word got around town about some odd creature lurking nearby, curiosity got the better of you, standing at almost ten feet tall with large golden wings and a tail.

You're convinced its just rumors to keep children from wandering out, especially when you take your first few steps into unfamiliar territory. Its peaceful, birds chirping as they fly through the sky above, branches breaking under your boots.

You find yourself beginning to get bored, however, wondering if you're wasting time and effort for nothing.

Of course there isn't some winged monster out here! You sigh, stopping in place to sit down and rest. You wonder if its worth it to keep going, or maybe just head home since you haven't come across anything.

You can feel the fatigue creep up on you, weighing down on you. Maybe its best to get home before sundown.

"You're on my territory, human."

A gruff voice shocks you out of your thoughts. You whip your head around, and see a pair of legs. You look up to see...

That's no person! Not completely.

Your eyes widen at what stands before you. The stories were true; you have found the creature, and it surely is almost ten feet tall.

The... dragon looks down at you with shiny yellow eyes, covered in scales that glitter like gold in the sunlight. His tail sways back and forth, wings tucked behind his back.

You panic. "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, I thought..." You figure saying "I thought you weren't even real" won't do much to save you.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment you think this is it, until he kneels down and grabs your chin with clawed hands gently, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"I've seen you, human. You always come out to the forest alone," he states calmly. You gulp, knowing where this might be going. He only notices your fearful expression then. "I don't eat children. Not even human children."

"I'm not..." You trail off.

If the only thing saving you is him thinking you're a child, might as well not say anything. But you couldn't deny his interest is somewhat intriguing.

"I'll leave and never come back, I swear. I really meant no trouble, so, um..."

He lets go of your face, but when you try to rush past him, he holds up a wing to block you. "The forest gets more dangerous at night, for someone your size. Especially for humans. I bet if I patted you on the head, you'd just flatten. What kind of human parent lets their young wander this far? And they claim I'm the monster." He gives a quiet, bitter laugh. "Do human parents these days care that little for their hatchlings?"

"What?" you exclaim in bewilderment. You don't know how to respond, but he's not letting you pass anytime soon. "Human parents aren't like that." Not all the time, at least.

"Oh, really? Then tell me where they are if they care about you so much." His tone becomes annoyed as he goes on. "If my child were out here alone, I'd never forgive myself for being so careless."

You sigh. "Look, I'm not... a child. I'm an adult, okay? Please, if you could let me get by—"

"Oh, please. How old are you?"

For a moment, you hesitate before telling him your age.

He looks unimpressed. "I am almost an entire millennia old. You are a child. In fact, I'd argue you're a baby."

"Humans age differently!" you say in your own defense. "We don't live for nearly as long as you do, so while I may be young compared to you, I'm all grown up."

He snorts. "Okay, dear, I believe you. You're very grown-up." His tone is laced with sarcasm, but its less gruff now and replaced with something almost endearing, yet patronizing. He's teasing you, obviously, but then his tail coils around you, forcing you to step closer to him. You don't even attempt to move, because there's no winning against this creature. "What is your name?"

You bite your tongue. "(Y/n)." He hums, so you awkwardly ask, "...yours?"

"Magnus," he responds in that deep voice. He seems more relaxed than before. "But you will call me 'Father'. Or 'Dad', as I heard some humans prefer."

Your eyes widen, taking a few steps away from him as far as his coiled tail would allow. "Wait, what?"

He shakes his head. "Well, obviously I can't trust human parents. Who knows how they treated you? Allowing you to come out here alone! Did they starve you too?" Before you could reply, he grabs onto you, holding you in a gentle grip. You squirm in his hold, protesting. "So I'll take care of you. Like my own hatchling. Don't worry, Father will protect you from now on, (Y/n)."

"Stop!" you shout. "Let me go home! I have to... water my plants! And I have friends! I have lots of important responsibilities! I can't just abandon everything!"

"Too many responsibilities for a child," Magnus tuts.

With no warning, he jumps into the sky, his large wings flapping. You squeeze your eyes shut.

There's nothing to grip onto as his scales are slippery and smooth, but his grip on you is tight enough that you feel secure that he won't drop you.

When you open them back up, he's in a huge cave on the cliff you've seen so many times, with lots of shiny coins scattered everywhere along with golden jewelry and treasure chests filled to the brim. There's skulls decorating the place as well, which has your stomach twisting uncomfortably.

In the middle of it all is a nest; a huge nest. It seems to be made of broken branches and torn cloth.

"Welcome home, my little one," Magnus says. You freeze when he brings you to the nest, laying you down in it. The cloth and sticks poke at you, but its comfortable nonetheless. You stare up at him, glaring, but he only seems amused. "Father is going to hunt now, he'll be back with yummy food for you, alright?"

You shake your head. "Magnus..."

"That's Father," he corrects sternly, leaving no room for disagreement. "Be good. Don't you dare even try leaving. I've memorized your scent by now and I can find you wherever you run off to. I'm sure you already understand that I'm much faster than you, too."

He kisses your forehead and takes off once again.

[theballadofharkness]

She makes me laugh

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: At a coven meeting you are cornered by Jen and Alice who question just why someone as sweet as you could be the lover of infamous witch-killer Agatha Harkness which allows you to take a trip down memory lane.

Word count: 2K

A/N: In this version Agatha never lost her powers after going up against Wanda and is still doing her Witches Road con with reader 💜

Present Day

The room is dimly lit, a mix of flickering candlelight and the soft glow of a fire crackling in the hearth. Agatha, perched in an armchair near the fireplace, is deep in discussion with Billy, her new pet to mentor, who is peppering her with an endless stream of questions about runes and hexes. You’re standing by a side table, fingers idly tracing the edge of your teacup. The warm, herbal scent of your brew is comforting, but the moment doesn’t last.

"Mind if we join you?"

You glance up to find two witches Agatha and Billy had invited who ‘if memory serves you right, were called Jen and Alice standing before you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled skepticism. Jen, tall and imposing with sharp features, crosses her arms. Alice, smaller but no less intimidating, tilts her head, her dark curls bouncing slightly.

"Sure," you say softly, gesturing to the empty chairs nearby.

They don’t sit. Instead, they step closer, effectively boxing you in against the side table.

"So," Jen begins, her tone casual but with an edge. "We’ve been wondering about something."

"Yes," Alice chimes in, her voice saccharine but her eyes sharp. "How exactly does someone like you end up with someone like Agatha Harkness?"

You blink, caught off guard. "Someone like me?"

"You know," Jen says, gesturing vaguely at you. "A green witch. Soft-spoken. Sweet. The kind of person who probably rescues injured birds and talks to houseplants."

Alice glanced over at your partner. "And then there’s Agatha. Infamous witch killer. Master manipulator. She’s—"

"Agatha," you finish for her, your tone calm but firm.

Jen raises an eyebrow. "Exactly. How does that even work? What could you possibly see in her?" Their words are laced with skepticism, curiosity, and maybe a hint of judgment.

Their question echoes in your mind as you pause, your gaze drifting toward the fireplace. Agatha is gesturing animatedly as she explains something to Billy, her smirk firmly in place as she counters one of his endless questions. Even from across the room, you can feel her presence—commanding, magnetic, yet somehow still comforting. You smile as you find yourself slipping into a reverie, memories of you and Agatha unfurling like the petals of a flower.

~

Boston, Massachusetts~ 1902

When you first began exploring your gifts as a green witch, you’d been hesitant, unsure of yourself. Your magic felt wild, unpredictable, and you’d doubted if you’d ever truly master it.

But Agatha saw potential where others saw uncertainty.

The forest was alive with whispers. Leaves rustled overhead, their sound blending with the soft hum of insects and the distant hoot of an owl. You stood in the center of a small clearing, your hands trembling slightly as you tried—again—to coax the stubborn seedling in front of you to bloom.

Agatha leaned against a nearby tree, her arms crossed, watching you with an amused glint in her eyes. She was patient, but her smirk betrayed her confidence that you’d get it eventually.

“Darling, you’re overthinking it,” she said, her tone somewhere between teasing and encouraging. “Magic isn’t something you wrangle like a wild horse. It’s something you become.”

You frowned, glancing at her. “Easy for you to say. Your magic just... works. Mine feels like it has a mind of its own, and it’s not listening to me.”

At that, Agatha pushed off the tree and strode over, her boots crunching softly on the forest floor. She crouched beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. Her touch was firm, grounding, and you immediately felt some of the tension ease from your body.

“You’re not trying to control the plant, are you?” she asked, her voice gentler now.

You hesitated. “Maybe a little.”

She laughed softly, her breath warm against your cheek as she leaned closer. “That’s not how green witches work, my love. Your power comes from connection, not control. Feel it. The seedling doesn’t need to be told to grow—it needs to be invited.”

Agatha’s hands slid over yours, guiding your fingers to gently brush against the delicate leaves of the seedling. “Close your eyes,” she murmured. “Feel the life inside it. The roots in the earth, the sun above, the pulse of the world around it.”

You did as she said, her voice a soothing anchor. At first, you felt nothing but your own nerves, a jittery buzz beneath your skin. But then, as her steady presence grounded you, you began to sense it—a faint thrum, like a heartbeat, nestled in the tiny plant.

“That’s it,” Agatha said, her tone laced with pride. “Now, give it a little nudge. Not with force—with love.”

You exhaled slowly, releasing the last of your tension, and let your magic flow. A soft green glow emanated from your fingertips, and before your eyes, the seedling began to grow, unfurling into a vibrant flower.

Agatha chuckled, her pride unmistakable. “I told you, darling. You’re extraordinary.”

For the first time, you believed it.

~

London, England~ 1934

The coven was gathered in a large, ancient hall, the air thick with magic and tension. Agatha stood at the center, commanding the attention of every witch present. Her presence was magnetic, her violet magic crackling faintly at her fingertips as she outlined her plans for the coven’s future. You sat off to the side, a little nervous but determined to support her. You were still new to gatherings like this, still finding your footing among witches who had centuries of experience over you. But tonight, you felt steadier, bolstered by the way Agatha had kissed your temple before the meeting and whispered, “You belong here. You belong with me.”

The murmurs in the room grew quieter as Agatha continued to speak, her sharp wit and undeniable power holding everyone in thrall. But not everyone was as respectful.

“So, what’s she doing here?”

The voice cut through the room like a dagger, dripping with condescension. You turned to see its owner: a tall, haughty witch with a cascade of dark hair and a sneer fixed firmly on her face. Her name was Evelyn, one of the oldest and most arrogant members of the coven that Agatha decided to target.

Agatha’s speech faltered for only a moment before her gaze snapped to Evelyn, her smile vanishing.

Evelyn didn’t seem to notice—or care. She gestured toward you dismissively. “She’s a green witch, isn’t she? What could someone like that possibly offer on the road to a coven like this? Much less to you, Agatha.”

A ripple of unease spread through the room. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but before you could respond, Agatha’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and dangerous.

“Careful, Evelyn,” she said, her tone cold as ice.

Evelyn smirked. “I’m only saying what everyone’s thinking. Green witches are... quaint. Charming, perhaps. But hardly worth—”

“Enough.”

The word cracked like a whip, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. Agatha stepped forward, her violet magic sparking to life around her hands.

“You dare question why she’s here?” Agatha hissed, her voice rising with fury. “She’s here because she’s my witch. That alone makes her more powerful than you could ever hope to be.”

Evelyn opened her mouth, but Agatha raised a hand, silencing her.

“And if you had even a fraction of her talent,” Agatha continued, her voice dripping with venom, “you’d understand that green witches are not quaint—they are essential. Especially on the road. Their connection to life itself is magic in its purest form. And this one?” She turned, her piercing gaze softening as it landed on you. “This one is extraordinary.”

Evelyn faltered, her bravado crumbling under Agatha’s glare. Without another word, she slunk back into the shadows.

When the meeting ended, Agatha found you near the doorway, her smirk returning as she leaned close.

“Don’t let her words get to you, darling,” she said, her voice smooth. “She’s just jealous. And you know...” She paused, her grin sharpening. “I’ll take particular pleasure in draining her magic when the time comes. No one disrespects my girl.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. With Agatha, you always felt safe. Always seen. Always loved.

~

Brooklyn, New York~ 1966

It was late, one of those evenings where time seemed to stretch lazily. You’d been in the kitchen, preparing tea, when Agatha waltzed in, still dressed from the day but barefoot, her hair slightly mussed. She had that playful smirk on her face, the one that always meant trouble—or fun.

From the little radio on the counter, Donovan’s "Season of the Witch" began to play. Agatha’s eyes lit up as she sauntered over, her hand outstretched.

“Dance with me, darling,” she said, her voice low and inviting.

“Here? Now?” you asked, but the smile creeping onto your face betrayed your feigned protest.

“Of course here, and always now,” she quipped, pulling you into her arms before you could resist.

You’d laughed as she twirled you around the small kitchen, her movements both elegant and ridiculous. She hummed along to the tune, spinning you until the world felt like a blur of candlelight and laughter. When the song slowed, her hands slid to your waist, her forehead resting gently against yours.

“In this moment,” she whispered, her voice unusually soft, “there’s no one else in the world. Just you and me.”

~

Westview, New Jersey~ 2023

One rainy afternoon, as the two of you sat curled up on the couch, Agatha decided to entertain you with her “wicked witch” routine. She stood dramatically, throwing her shawl over her shoulders like a cape, and cackled so convincingly you almost spilled your tea.

“My pretty!” she screeched, pointing a finger at you. “And your little garden, too!”

You’d laughed so hard you cried, clutching your sides as she pranced around the room, mimicking the exaggerated gestures of the Wicked Witch of the West.

“Do you know,” she said, finally flopping back onto the couch beside you, “that character was based on me?”

“Oh, really?” you teased, still catching your breath.

“Absolutely,” she said with a grin. “I was the blueprint. Too bad they didn’t get the look right- I felt downright insulted at the nose they went with.”

You laughed so hard your sides ached. Her ability to make you laugh, even on the darkest days, was one of the many reasons you’d fallen so deeply for her.

~

Back to the present

You can’t help but smile, your fingers tightening slightly around your teacup as Jen and Alice exchanged a glance, clearly impatient.

"Well?" Alice prompts. "What’s the big secret?"

You look back at Agatha just as she catches your eye. Her smirk softens, and with a theatrical flair, she blows you an exaggerated kiss. You giggle despite yourself, shaking your head.

Turning back to Jen and Alice, you simply say, "She makes me laugh."

Alice blinks, clearly taken aback by the simplicity of your answer.

"That’s it?" Jen asks, incredulous.

You shrug, your smile unwavering. "That’s everything."

Before they can press you further, Agatha’s voice cuts through the air.

"Darling!" she calls, her tone dripping with exaggerated affection. "Don’t let those two bore you to death. You’re far too precious for that."

The room chuckles, and you can’t help but laugh along.

Jen mutters something under her breath, but Alice just shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess if she makes you happy..."

"She does," you say firmly, your gaze drifting back to Agatha as your heart swells with affection.

And for the rest of the evening, as the coven continues their meeting, you sit a little taller, secure in the knowledge that the love you and Agatha share is as fierce and enduring as it is unexpected.

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[leftpoetrymoon]

Threads of Love.

Pairings:- Xavier x you( non-mc)

Genre:- angst, we'll get to happy ending soon! 💐💐

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How long has it been? How long have you been suffering watching the boy you love is looking at her with the same gaze that was reserved for you once?....

What's even worse is he seems to think that the star tassel was gifted by her not you. This isn't what you expected when you died at his arms while watching the meteor shower with him.

This isn't what you expected when you became the queen of Philos. Sure you became the queen because you are the feeding source for the planet which was full of selfish people who sacrificed you for their own survival.

He is the only one who travelled through thousands of planets to find a cure instead of using you for survival. So, that man once you knew, who looked at you like you were his entire cosmos is giving the same look to her?

You should've eloped with him when he asked you 200 years ago. Like a fool you insisted on saving the planet and sacrificing your love knowing both of you will get hurt. You remember how he looked at you at the starfall forest when he offered you to elope with him.

"Y/n, during my exploration I found a beautiful planet full of flowers... It looked so ethereal, you'll definitely love it. I named it Uluru it will be our little planet, Maybe after your coronation shall we visit it together?"

He held your hands and squeezed it gently and waited for your answer. It pained his heart to see how tired you look sacrificing yourself for others. For once.. just for once he wanted you to look at him and smile at him forgetting all of your problems.

"Xavier, of course... I'll go wherever with you, I'll definitely come with you to visit the planet you've found.."

As much as you want to sound cheerful your soul and your body is both physically and mentally damaged because of the energy that was draining out of you by the planet. You caressed his cheek and smiled at him knowing that he will worry about your health.

Sighing to himself, xavier took both of your hands and placed it on his cheeks. "I... I don't want you to suffer anymore y/n.. let's run away to Uluru, the planet that I've been talking. You don't need to become the queen! You don't need to sacrifice yourself! Please... Just listen to me once.."

It pained your heart to see tears wells up in his eyes. You gently wiped his tears and placed your forehead on his and closed your eyes. "I can't Xavier.. you know they won't allow us to, after all my life is not in my hands.."

That was your last conversation before he left for another exploration. This time you knew your star won't come back. This time you knew you won't see him again. You looked at the sky watching the space shuttle which now looked so far from you.

You always read his messages which were recorded by him during his travels. You know something has happened to him when you can't reach his messages anymore.. something terrible must have happened to him that your heart told you.

Strolling through the starfall forest, you sat by a nearby lake watching the swans swimming around beautifully. Oh, how you wish Xavier is sitting beside you, how much it will calm your heart to hold him again?

That's when you noticed another presence behind you. It was eerie. Standing up you look around anything suspicious but nothing catches your eye. You constantly felt like someone was watching you. Telling yourself that it was just a imagination you continue to walk through the forest. The starfall forest, which is the symbol of serene is now giving you a presence of danger.

That's when you heard the sound of footsteps which was coming towards you. Glancing around to see if anyone has been following you but there was none. Not a single soul. Suddenly you feel that presence right behind you. But before you can react that figure grabbed both of your hands pinned you on the tree.

It was someone you never saw in your life. He was taller than you, his eyes looked so cold and his smile looked sinister. "My, my never thought the sacrifice is this beautiful.." You tried to hit his leg but he dodged that and looked at you. It was enough to give you chills throughout your body.

"w-who are you!? You don't look like someone who lives at Philos! Tell me who are you at this instant!" The man scoffed and let go of your hands, he raised his in a surrender way and spoke to you in a mocking voice. "Me? I'm surprised the queen of Philos don't recognise their diety."

Diety? Ah.... this sly bastard is Astra. How can you forget that? Pale face, eyes that never see forgive anyone if someone betrays him, heart that is not suitable for love. You can say a devil in disguise. He is the forgotten diety of Philos. Back when earth existed Astra was the diety of time. But after earth's been destroyed he became forgotten.

He took a step back and looked at you with a sinister smile. "I'm sad.. you're too good to be a sacrifice. But you do realise that Philos will die soon right? That means everyone, every single being created in Philos will eventually die. Even if they travelled through different universe or time travelled. Ah! You understood who I'm talking about right?"

That's when your brain strikes. You do know that even if you fed the planet all of your life it eventually die because it needs so much energy that you can't give. But those foolish people don't know that. They thought that once the queen became the sacrifice they are safe. But no. Philos will die soon and everyone within it perish too. It includes Xavier too....

"Since your love looks too pure, I'll give you a chance to save him." At that moment you knew you're going to make a choice that'll make you regret. But, love makes us blind. Doesn't it?. Mustering up your courage you looked at Astra. "I'll do anything to save what's mine."

"bravo! I knew you'll agree! I'll save him by not erasing his existence when Philos gets perish. Currently he is at earth because his spaceship was destroyed. But the price is, he'll forget you. He'll forget your love, your existence, your voice, the love you two shared up until now."

Ah... he'll forget you? That's the crulest thing that could happen. Can you live knowing that he'll forget you? Your entire existence? No you can't. You definitely can't. But inorder to save him, you'll sacrifice anything. Even you.

"I agree."

He looked at you trying to read your expression. "Fine. Let's see how it will go."

During Philos's end you happily died that you'll see your beloved again. Your star. You hugged youself tightly and died within Philos. What a tragedy...

How can you be happy?

You don't deserve to be happy..

You need to suffer.

Suffer. Suffer. Suffer!!!.

It pained your heart to see him with her...

Who is she? She is someone who don't deserve your hate? You thought she's a innocent soul? Poor you.. how naive you are...

Let me tell you Y/n, everyone have two sides. The girl who stole what's yours is your biggest fear. Who is she?

Even if he looks at you, she somehow makes him forget you with her innocent smile. She's a trouble in paradise isn't she? More like.. devil in disguise? Feels similar to Astra?

Astra's sister. The one who destroys love.

But what is it this red thread on your hand? It looks like.. soulmate thread.. oh! That jerk, Astra knew you two are soulmates! That's why he played this game!!

Now you got reborn at linkon. Watching your love slowly forgetting you...

"I love you y/n.. please don't leave me.."

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roronoa zoro x gn!reader cw: fluff. giving zoro some much needed validation. established relationship wc: 3.2k an: it's been a while, hasn't it? ao3 link

beneath the safety of a sea cave large enough to house the thousand sunny, the straw hat pirates dock on a modest island, its location far from the nearby village to remain unnoticed. the cavern’s towering rocky walls cast long shadows, shielding the crew from view, while the sea carries the scent of damp stone and salt, mingling with the faint echo of waves crashing against the it’s mouth.

eager to stretch their land legs, the crew wastes no time in disembarking. they split up almost immediately, each drawn to their own interests—some head to the market, some to the beach, and the rest scatter to explore the town’s hidden corners. zoro starts to wander off on his own, one hand lazily resting atop the swords at his side and his expression focused, but makes it no more than five feet away from the others before a hand gently wraps around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

“not so fast,” you say, touch still resting lightly on his arm as his gaze tilts down to meet yours. “where to? i’ll come with ya.” while your tone is light, it’s a firm one that leaves no room for argument—you're tagging along with him, though happy to let him lead the way, whatever that looks like. 

zoro grumbles something about “not needing a babysitter”, but he doesn’t protest. instead he gestures vaguely toward the path ahead and starts walking, his pace slow to allow you to keep up.

the village is a vibrant mix of tropical greenery and a lively marketplace, its narrow streets bustling with midday activity. merchants call out to passersby, their stalls overflowing with colorful fruits, handmade trinkets, and the occasional exotic spice. the air is thick with fresh produce and salty sea breeze, joined by the sounds of the day-to-day clientele. it’s the kind of place that just feels alive, every corner teeming with energy and life.

he leads you through its winding roads, his sense of direction as unreliable as ever, but eventually, you reach a quiet spot near the edge of town where the bustling markets give way to dense forest. the clearing he finds seems perfect for training—shaded by tall trees, with enough room for him to swing his swords without worry.

silently, he shrugs off his green coat and tosses it in your direction, trusting you to catch it before unsheathing two of his three swords. he begins with a series of fluid, precise strikes, the blades cutting through the thin nothing with a whistle. even without anything to land blows upon, his focus is unwavering, his body moving with the kind of practiced ease that comes from years of discipline.

you settle nearby, draping his coat over your lap as you lean against a tree. the rhythmic sound of his movements blends with the distant hum of the town. for a moment, you wish you had brought a book along—something to pass the time while he trains. but then again, watching him isn’t exactly a hardship. 

as the sun climbs higher in the sky, the watch on your wrist chimes softly, signaling that it’s time to regroup with the crew. you glance over at zoro, who’s mid-swing, his movements precise and his focus unshakable.

“time to head back for lunch,” you call out, holding up your wrist to show him the watch, though you know he doesn’t need proof. “unless you’d rather keep training?” you add, a teasing lilt to your tone.

zoro pauses mid-swing, his blades freezing as he turns to look at you. his brow furrows for a moment, and you can almost see the internal debate playing out in his head—training versus food. but then his stomach growls loudly, betraying him, and he lets out a grunt, sheathing his swords with a practiced flick of his wrists. “food first,” he mutters, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “i can come back to this.”

you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you stand to hand him his coat. “thought so.”

—--

the walk back into town is quiet, the two of you navigating the maze of streets side by side, your steps falling into an easy rhythm. the sound of laughter and clinking dishes spills out into the street as you push open the door of the tavern, and the warm, inviting atmosphere quickly envelops you. the rest of the crew is already gathered around a large table, their voices rising and falling in animated conversation.

the bar is lively and ripe with the clatter of dishes, the hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter. zoro slides into a seat across from you, his swords propped against the wall beside him. he grabs a tankard of ale from a passing server, taking a long drink before setting it down with a satisfied sigh. you settle into your seat, your own drink in hand, content to listen to the chatter around you.

already halfway through a mountain of meat, luffy’s enthusiasm remains undiminished by the sheer volume of food in front of him while sanji flits between the table and the kitchen, much to the visible annoyance of the tavern staff. he’s not cooking this time, but that hasn’t stopped him from swooping in to carry plates to the table, adjust the presentation of dishes, and interrogate the chefs about their seasoning choices. 

franky and robin are seated nearby, their heads bent together as they discuss something in hushed tones, though robin occasionally glances up to watch sanji’s antics with an amused smile.

the meal is in full swing, the table alive with chatter and clinking dishes, when nami’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp and pointed. “—and don’t think i’ve forgotten about the 10,000 berries you owe me, zoro,” she says, her tone dripping with mock sweetness as she leans forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. “you know, for that incident with my ledger last week.”

zoro, who had been mid-bite, sets his chopsticks down with a clink, his scowl deepening. “i already told you, i didn’t ruin your stupid ledger. you left it on the deck. that’s on you.”

nami’s eyes narrow, her smile turning dangerous. “oh, so it’s my fault you decided to drink like a maniac and spill sake all over it? typical.” she crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair. “face it, zoro. you’re just bad with anything that doesn’t involve swinging a sword or napping.”

zoro rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “whatever, witch. just add it to my tab.”

sanji, who had been setting a plate of food in front of robin, immediately turns on zoro, his face red with anger. “don’t you dare call nami-swan a witch, you brute!”

zoro doesn’t even look at him, his tone dismissive. “shut the hell up, love-cook. no one even asked you.”

nami, seeing an opportunity to twist the knife, smirks and leans forward. “you sure you’re any better than he is, zoro? at least sanji’s obvious about it. you think we don’t notice how you act when someone’s around?” she tilts her head meaningfully in your direction, her grin widening. “you’re softer than a marshmallow, and it’s almost worse because you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”

the two burst into laughter, their voices ringing out above the noise of the tavern. the rest of the crew, engrossed in their own conversations, barely notice the exchange. zoro’s face darkens, his scowl deepening into a face of sudden rage as he slams his chopsticks down on the table.

he stands abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor, and storms out of the tavern without another word. the table falls silent for a moment, the crew exchanging uneasy glances, before the chatter slowly resumes.

you scowl, pinching the bridge of your nose as you glance between them. “you three are going to be the fucking death of me,” you mutter, your voice low but strong enough to cut through their laughter. they pause, looking at you with a mix of amusement and guilt, but you don’t give them a chance to respond. pushing your chair back, you stand and follow zoro, ignoring the curious looks from the rest of the crew.

the cool afternoon air hits you as you step outside, and you scan the bustling street for any sign of zoro. it doesn’t take long to spot him—his green hair and imposing figure being hard to miss in a crowd. he’s already halfway down the street, his shoulders tense and his fists clenched at his sides.

you call out to him, quickening your pace to catch up. he doesn’t stop, but he doesn’t tell you to leave him alone either. you fall into step beside him, matching his long strides as he leads you toward the edge of town. the sounds of the port fade behind you, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of seabirds. you don’t say anything, giving him the space he needs, but your presence alone is a quiet reminder that you’re not going anywhere.

the two of you walk in silence until you reach a quiet spot near where the forest meets the sea, where the bustling streets give way to a small, secluded clearing. a large, flat rock sits nestled under the shade of a towering palm tree, and zoro heads straight for it, dropping onto the surface with a heavy sigh. you sit down beside him, close enough to offer comfort but not so close that it feels intrusive. for a while, neither of you speaks. the only sounds are the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant crash of waves against the shore.

zoro’s shoulders are still tense, his teeth clenching as he stares at the ground. you don’t push him, letting the silence stretch between you. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “am i really like that?” he asks, his voice low and gruff, like the words are being dragged out of him against his will. he doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the frustration in his tone. “do i really… act different when you’re around?”

you glance at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his question. “different how?” you ask gently, giving him the space and time to explain himself.

he hesitates, brow furrowing as he struggles to find the right words. “i don’t know. softer. like i’m… like i’m not as strong as i should be.” his voice trails off, and he clenches his fists, clearly frustrated with himself. “i don’t want to be seen as weak. i can’t afford to be weak. not when i’ve got a promise to keep.”

you frown, turning to face him fully. “caring about someone doesn’t make you weak.” you reach out, brushing your fingers lightly against the back of his hand, a small but deliberate gesture to ground him. “it just makes you human, and i think it’s a sign of strength to realize that being human can be a boon.” 

you let the words hang for a moment, watching as his mouth tightens and his gaze flickers to yours before looking away again. “and who cares what they think anyway?” you add, your tone condensed but not unkind. “they're just trying to get under your skin. they don’t get to decide what you are or aren’t.”

he doesn’t respond right away, his gaze fixed on the ground. you can see the conflict in his expression, watching as he wrestles with his thoughts. finally, he lets out a frustrated breath and shakes his head. 

“but i don’t even know how to be a… a—” he pauses, and you can hear him swallow hard, like the words are stuck in his throat. “—whatever this is,” he finishes, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. his voice is quieter now, almost uncertain.

you tilt your head, studying him carefully. “what do you want it to be?” you ask, your voice soft but steady. “this thing between us—it doesn’t have to fit into some box. we get to decide what it means.”

zoro lets out an intense exhale, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “that’s the problem. i don’t know what it means. i don’t even know how to—” he cuts himself off, his jaw tightening as he struggles to articulate his thoughts. “i’ve never had to think about this kind of stuff before. it’s… hard.”

you smile faintly, your hand still resting lightly against his. “you don’t have to have all the answers right now. but you can’t just ignore it, either. not if it’s bothering you this much.”

he looks at you then, his gaze searching yours for a moment before he looks away again. “it’s just—,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words. “i don’t want to mess this up.”

“you won’t,” you say simply, your voice firm. “not if you’re honest with yourself.”

zoro is quiet for a long moment, his fingers flexing against the rock beneath him. the silence between you is comfortable, though, and you don’t push him to fill it. instead, you sit there beside him, your presence a quiet reminder that you’re not going anywhere. eventually, he lets out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. 

“i’ll figure it out,” he says finally, his voice low but resolute. “just… give me some time.”

you nod, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling away. “take all the time you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

he glances at you then, his expression softening just enough for you to notice. “you’re stubborn, you know that?” he says, his tone dry but with a hint of amusement.

you grin, leaning back on your hands. “takes one to know one.”

zoro huffs out a laugh, the sound rough but genuine, and for the first time since you left the tavern, the tension in his shoulders seems to ease. the two of you sit there in silence for a while longer, the weight of his unspoken thoughts hanging in the air. but for now, it’s enough just to be there with him, offering the quiet reassurance he needs.

—--

a week and a half passes, and they find themselves hastily docking at another island to allow franky to work his magic on the patch-job after an unexpected storm damages part of the thousand sunny’s rigging, a few insist on taking the opportunity to top off their stores and supply.

in the days since your conversation with zoro, things between you have remained the same—comfortable, familiar, and unspoken. he hasn’t pulled away or acted differently, and neither have you. if anything, there’s a quiet understanding between you now, a sense of patience as he works through his thoughts. 

the ship is quiet with most of the crew either asleep or still in the village, enjoying the island’s nightlife. you’re on your way back to your room after helping sanji organize the pantry when you pass by zoro’s door. just as you’re about to walk past, the door slides open, and a strong hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you inside before you can react.

“zoro—?” you start, but the words are cut off as he pulls you into a tight bear hug, his arms wrapping around you with a firmness that leaves no room for escape. you can feel the warmth of his chest against yours, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the faint scent of steel and sweat that always seems to cling to him.

you don’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around him in return and hugging him just as tightly. you know better than to question when zoro initiates physical affection. instead, you let the silence speak for itself, the quiet understanding between you filling the room.

“zoro?” you ask again, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “you okay?”

he doesn’t answer right away, just holds you there for a moment, his grip unyielding but not uncomfortable. finally, he lets out a quiet breath, his voice low and rough. “yeah. just… happy you’re here.”

after a moment, he loosens his grip slightly but doesn’t let go. you can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s still wrestling with something he can’t quite put into words. 

“i’m happy too,” you murmur, your thumb brushing lightly over his cheek before cupping it in your palm gently. zoro leans into the touch almost unintentionally, his features softening under your hand. “really happy.”

zoro’s brow furrows slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hands rest loosely on your hips. “happy, huh?” he asks like he’s still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

“yeah,” you say softly, your voice steady and sure. “being here with you, like this… it means a lot to me. more than i can really put into words.”

he looks at you for a long moment, his gaze searching yours as if looking for confirmation. you can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he’s still trying to reconcile his feelings with the image he’s always had of himself. but then, slowly, his expression softens, and he lets out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

“you make it sound so simple,” he mutters, his tone dry but without any real bite.

“because it doesn’t have to be complicated,” you reply, smiling faintly. “whatever this is,” you add, waving a hand in the space between the two of you.

zoro looks at you for a long moment, his hands tightening slightly on your hips while a grin plays at the corners of his lips. then, without a word, he leans down, closing the distance between you. his lips meet yours in a kiss that’s soft, deliberate, and a quiet affirmation of everything he hasn’t been able to say. you kiss him back without hesitation, your fingers sliding into his hair as you pull him closer.

the kiss is tender, unhurried, and full of the understanding that’s always been between you. it’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but it feels different this time—deeper, more intentional. like he’s finally letting himself be fully present in the moment, without the walls he usually keeps up.

when you finally pull back, zoro rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slow and steady. “you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he says, unable to hide his fondness. 

you laugh softly, your hands still resting against his face. “takes one to know one.”

he huffs out a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you into another hug. this one is less intense than the first, but no less meaningful. you can feel the tension in his shoulders easing, the way he’s finally starting to let go of the weight he’s been carrying.

for a moment, the two of you simply stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the quiet of the room wrapping around you like a blanket. but then zoro shifts, his hands sliding up to cradle your face as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s softer, deeper, and far more confident than before. this time, there’s no hesitation, no unspoken question hanging between you—just the quiet certainty that this is where you’re both meant to be.

[sparrowclangen]

The two young cats, fur dappled by the sunlight filtering through the leaves, explored the sunny forest with wide-eyed wonder. The vibrant green foliage created a canopy overhead, casting a playful dance of shadows on the forest floor. As they meandered through the underbrush, Riverpaw caught a glimpse of something colorful peeking out from behind a cluster of leaves.

Eagerly, the feline approached the hidden treasure and discovered a bush laden with ripe, juicy berries. Excitement bubbled within him as he carefully plucked the berries one by one, his nimble paws working with precision. The berries were a rich purple, promising a sweet and delectable treat.

Unable to contain their enthusiasm, the cat bounded over to their friend, who was exploring a nearby patch of soft moss. With a triumphant meow, they proudly presented the bounty of berries to their companion. Crestpaw, momentarily distracted from their mossy exploration, looked up in surprise and delight at the colorful display.

MOON 2 | SPARROWCLAN

[lveegsoi]

° SAVE US 박성훈 °

pairing.. castaway!Park Sunghoon x f!castaway!reader

synopsis.. Being a castaway wasn't that bad, especially when a hot man, straight out of your wettest dream, one day was washed ashore just as you began preparing to leave the island.

tags/warnings.. smut 18+, mdni, not proof read, piv sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral(f! receiving), griding, cum eating, hair puling, nipple play, squirting, make out, pet names

wc.. 3.6k

a/n.. English isn't my native language so let me know if there are any mistakes. Enjoy reading! Likes, comments, reblogs and any kind of feedback are appreciated!

divider by @strangergraphics

30 days. 30 days on this uninhabited island. No internet connection, no running water and no animals. You don’t know how long you can keep trying to survive on this godforsaken island. One moment you were peacefully sunbathing on your small, but cozy boat in the middle of the ocean and the next big waves were rocking your boat left to right. 

You don't remember how but you found yourself on the coast of an island, your boat half destroyed. At first, you couldn’t believe you were even alive and then the realization sank in: you were alone on a fucking island and no one knew where you were. Not many people would have cared, back home you didn’t have friends, even your neighbors didn’t know who you were. 

You lived the perfect life if you say so yourself. No noisy neighbors, trying to get in your business, a relatively easy job that pays the rent, or unnecessary drama in your life. Yeah, sometimes it gets lonely and depressing, watching people your age go out and have fun with their friends, but it was what it was. You tried not to let the upsetting thoughts go to your head and aimed to live your life happily.

Of course, the universe had to mess with your life. You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Did you unknowingly harm somebody or did you unintentionally commit arson? The answer is no, so why are you on a desert island in the middle of nowhere desperately trying to break a coconut for 20 minutes?

The first few days on the island were hard. Thankfully, a small part of the boat was intact, providing some shelter. Most of your provisions were safe too, so you had soap, toothpaste, menstrual products, food and water. You managed to find some of your clothes floating in the shallow parts of the water. Surviving was hard, but you held onto the hope that you would find a way back home.

Your mission for today was to find more fruits, as your food stash was running low. You decided to explore the other side of the island. From the observations you made during your stay here, the island had two shores: the one that you woke up on and another just 15 km from the first one. Since the journey was long, you decided to set off as soon as you woke up. Gathering some food, water and a bag you made from leaves on your second week here ( you don’t know how it lasted for so long) you began to make your way through the dense forest. After around 4 agonizing hours you reached the other shore. Your bag was half full and your water container was half empty. 

The sun was brighter than ever and the beach was beautiful. The water was so clear you can see the small fish swimming, and the sand was gold and soft. There were a few crabs on the nearby rocks and a man lying on his belly on the soft sand. Wait what? A man. There is a man! Was your brain playing some tricks or was there really a man? Slowly you approached the stranger. 

‘’ Ummm, can you hear me?” You asked. What a dumb question, of course, he can’t hear you he is probably unconscious. You thought. As carefully as possible you turned the stranger onto his back to get a better look at him. He appeared to be around your age, maybe a few years older, with black hair, reaching his thick eyebrows, a slender nose and full lips. He had two moles-one on his nose and one on his cheek. His outfit was simple, a white top and black swimming trunks. He was handsome, you can’t lie, but you have to be careful. You don’t know him. Was he like any other man? Could he hurt you, or was he a good person?

You tried waking him up by shaking him. At first, he didn’t budge but after 10 minutes of constant shaking, he started waking up. “W-what” He mumbled. Slowly he opened his eyes and sat up. Holding his head the handsome stranger looked around and cursed under his breath. “Who are you? Where am I” He questioned looking you up and down. You began to feel self-conscious. “ I don’t know where exactly we are, but I’d say we are in the middle of nowhere. What was the last thing you remember?’’

“ I was on my boat, planning what to eat for dinner when the storm came. Shit, I think my boat was destroyed”

“ Are you hurt?” You asked, hoping he isn’t seriously injured. I can’t have this sexy man dying on me, now can I?

“ I don’t think I am. I’m Sunghoon by the way.”

You introduced yourself and Sunghoon said your name quietly under his breath and the way he said it shouldn’t make you feel this way. The next thing that left your mouth was probably the stupidest thing you have ever offered. “ I have a camp on the other side of the island. If you want you can go with me. Of course, I’ll understand if you want to be alone, I mean you don’t know me, but I think we have a better chance of getting out of here if we stick together” You don’t know why you made that offer. There is a possibility that he’ll take advantage of you. Take your provisions and leave you here, after stealing the makeshift raft, you began to make a week ago. But there is also a chance of you working together and getting faster back home. Plus you will have someone to talk to.

He doesn’t answer right away. “ I think that would be a good idea. How far is your camp?”

“ It’s a 4-hour walk from here, if we’re lucky we could arrive there before it gets dark.” Reaching in your makeshift bag you pulled a few berries you picked on your way here. Opening your water container you extended them towards him.

“ Here. You’re probably hungry and thirsty. Take this it’s not much but it will fill you up until we go to the camp”

“Thanks, I don’t know how to repay you. Here let me carry this for you.” Sunghoon grabbed your bag and began heading towards the forest. “ Come on, the faster we walk the better”

As you gaze at him, you hope you chose wisely.

The two of you made the walk in just 3 hours. During these 3 hours, you learned a few things about each other. Sunghoon is a 22-year-old man working as a figure skating instructor, teaching a small group of children the basics of ice skating. Currently, he is living with his two best friends, Jay and Jake, who seem to be great guys, judging by the stories Sunghoon has shared. 

Your little camp isn’t the best-looking one. On the right side, the remains of your boat make a tent-like shelter that is quite big enough for the two of you. A small bonfire pit is located at the bottom of your sleeping space and a big SOS sign made of thick wood sticks can be seen on the left side of the beach. 

Sitting near the bonfire pit, you began trying to start a fire. The sun was setting and if during the day the temperature is around 33°C, then during the night the temperature drops to around 15 °C. With only shorts, bikini tops and short tops, the fire was your only source of heat.

'' Is that what I think it is?'' Sunghoon’s voice broke the silence just as you started the fire. You followed his gaze to the half-built raft under the palm tree. It was made of driftwood lashed together with vines. 

“Yeah,” you replied, brushing your hands off on your shorts. “I started it a week ago. Figured it might be my best shot at getting off this dumb island.”

Sunghoon ran his fingers along the uneven edges of the wood, testing the strength of the vines. “It’s not bad,” he said, glancing back at you. “But it’s not going to hold up in the ocean. Not like this. The vines will not hold and the layer of wood is too thin.” You sighed,as you made your way towards him by the raft. “I know. I’ve been trying to figure out how to make it sturdier, but I don’t exactly have the strength to carry thicker logs. Good thing I have you now, yeah?’’

He smiled at you. His smile was the most beautiful thing you have laid your eyes on. “You really think we can do it? Build something that’ll actually get us out of here?” Sunghoon stood, brushing sand off his knees. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “But sitting around waiting for a miracle isn’t going to get us anywhere. At least this gives us something to focus on.” He nodded, feeling a small spark of determination. “Alright. Where do we start?”

Over the next few days, the raft became your shared project. You scavenged more wood from the forest, carefully selecting pieces that were straight, thick and sturdy. Sunghoon suggested using strips of fabric from your clothes to add with the vines, so you spent hours weaving them together while Sunghoon did most of the lifting. Sacrificing your only clothes meant that now your options of outfits were narrowed down to wearing only a bikini and sometimes bikini tops and your only pair of shorts.

Sunghoon was shirtless most of the time, especially as he worked on the raft, and he put on his top during the night. You can’t complain much. Watching a sexy shirtless  guy while you sit on the sand all day was the highlight of your time spent here. And you can say that you weren’t the only one enjoying this. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, when he thinks you aren’t watching. Hell the first time he saw you in a bikini he couldn’t stop staring at your boobs. The thought of him finding you attractive gives some more confidence when talking with him.

As you worked, you talked. Sunghoon told you about his life as a figure skating instructor, how he’d started skating as a kid to impress a girl he liked, which you found quite funny “Spoiler alert, it didn’t work,” he said with a laugh. “But I fell in love with the ice anyway.”

You shared some of your stories too—about your quiet life back home, the nights you spent wondering if there was more to life than just existing. “I guess the universe decided to give me an opportunity of some sort.” you joked, though the words felt heavier than you intended.,, Anyway, is someone special waiting for you to come back, a handsome guy like you certainly has girls throwing themselves at you wherever you go’’

Sunghoon’s smile dropped a little and you began regretting asking him. ,, I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.There was someone I loved, but things didn’t work at the end’’ There was  silence for a few minutes, when he decided to talk again. ,, Am happy one at least, it’s been almost half a year since then and during those months I tried healing. That was the reason why I decided to go on a little 2 week sea adventure. I didn't expect to end up here, but I can’t go and change the past, now can I?’’ Lifting his head and turning towards you he asked. ,, What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?’’

,, That’s quite embarrassing ,but I’ve never had a real boyfriend. Sure, I messed around a bit, there aren’t many guys in my town that are ,,boyfriend material’’, you know. And if there are, they’re taken, so If we get out of here I would be returning to an empty apartment full of eviction notes, because i haven’t paid my rent”

The atmosphere has shifted. The two of you sat in silence until Sunghoon stood up and said. ,, I think that was enough for today, let’s go to sleep’’ 

A week and a half later your ticket back home was completed. The raft was a rough, sturdy structure made of driftwood tied together with vines and reinforced with fabric strips from your clothes. It was bigger than a king sized bed with enough space for the two of you. In the middle of it Sunghoon tried to make a hole for your provision, that would last you at least for 2 weeks. The raft didn’t have a mast, but you will use wooden sticks that were long and thick enough to use as paddles. 

You were sitting on the leaves, on which you sleep, when Sunghoon approached you and sat beside you. “I can’t believe tomorrow we’ll have a chance to return home. When we make it home alive, promise me that we will stay in touch. I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I feel close to you and I’ll hate it if we don’t continue to see one another.’’

Looking in his eyes, you can see that he’s serious. You were glad he had felt the same. During those weeks you developed feelings for him and you prayed for your safe return. If he wants to continue to talk to you, it means he at least sees you as a friend, right? But you’ve seen the looks he gave you when he thinks you aren’t watching.

He wasn’t sleek. He was basically eye-fucking you. Sunghoon liked to stare, it didn't matter at what. You’ve caught him staring 2 times at your tits, 4 at your ass, 3 at the small heart tattoo below your belly button and 6 times at your lips. But it wasn’t as if you didn’t stare at him too. Sunghoon knew what he was doing when he bends his ass in front of you, or flexes his muscles when he’s shirtless.

The sexual tension could be felt in the air. Turning towards him you smiled and answered. “Of course I would love to keep in touch. I should thank you. Without you I don’t think I would have managed to build the raft’’ 

You saw him glance at your lips. You sat in silence as he began slowly to lean into you. You locked your eyes with his as you too began slowly to lean. Your lips were centimeters away.

“Can I kiss you?’’ Sunghoon whispered and you nodded your head. He placed his hand on your cheek as he said.”I want to hear you say it. Say you want to kiss me.”

“Kiss me Sunghoon.” As soon as you mutter the words his lips were on yours. 

He kissed you like there was no tomorrow. His lips were soft and they tasted like the berries he had for breakfast. The kiss had deepened. One of his hands was on your cheek and the other was gripping your hips as he pulled you in his lap. You sat on his lap and put your hands around his neck.

Sunghoon moaned. Grabbing your hips he began moving them slowly against his bulge. You could feel him through the material of your short and he was huge. His dick was above average and thick. Is this even gonna fit inside you? The two of you could kiss forever, but you needed air. As you broke the kiss a string of saliva was connecting your lips. 

“More. I need more.” Sunghoon whimpered. Fuck that was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. He crashed his lips with yours again. This time the kiss was hungrier, you tugged on the hair on the back of his head, causing him to moan in your mouth. You used the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. While making out with you he slowly laid back, this move of his made you lay entirely on him. This new angle allowed you to feel him more. It was unbelievable how wet you were right now. Slowly you moved your hips along the outline of his dick. The material of his swimming trunks was thin, which allowed him to feel you clench around nothing. 

‘’Fuck you feel so good.’’ In one motion he flipped you on your back and began placing kisses on your jaw down towards your neck.’’ Let me taste you, love.’’ Sunghoon begged. You moaned at the image of him between your legs. Your thoughts were interrupted by Sunghoon, who pulled your bikini top down, exposing your breasts. He began palming one as he tilted his head down to put the other one in his mouth. ‘’ I didn’t hear an answer to my question, love. Will you let me taste you and make you feel as you have never felt before?” He asked again as you grinded against his leg, that was placed between your legs.

‘’ Yes, yes!’’ You exclaimed when you felt Sunghoon place your left nipple between his teeth. Your other nipple was being twisted between his thumb and point finger. The moment he heard you say yes, he began to make his way down, while placing tender kisses on your breast down towards your stomach and he stopped right above the hem of your shorts. He unzipped them with his teeth and quickly, along with your bikini, he pulled them down your legs. You felt him staring and before you could scold him, he placed a kiss on your clit. 

You’ve never received head. The guys you’ve slept with thought that  making you cum with their mouths was pointless. The fact that Sunghoon was eating you out like a starved man made you so turned on. You could crush his head with your thighs and he’ll thank you. The man was so whipped for you. 

You grabbed his head and tugged on his hair when you felt your orgasm approaching. ‘’Just like that Hoonie. Please don’t stop.’’ You couldn't help but whimper as his tongue flicked just the right spot. 

‘’Cum for me baby.’’ Sunghoon said as he placed his finger inside you. That was your breaking point. You tilted your head back, your vision turned black as you felt clear liquid come out of you. Fuck, he made you squirt. After a minute to catch your breath you looked at him. The bottom part of his face was drenched in your juices. He looked you in the eyes as he slowly ran his tongue along his lips. ’’I was right, you taste magnificent. So sweet, love.’’ 

Sunghoon was still hard and leaking. He quickly got rid of his trucks and stood naked before you. You couldn’t believe a man this beautiful existed. He slowly put himself on top of you. Your breasts were flush against his chest, the tip of his dick teasingly near your entrance. ‘’You have no idea what you do to me.’’ Sunghoon said between kisses.’’ ‘’Just fuck me Sunghoon.’’ You felt that you would die if he didn’t put his dick inside you. He laughed under his breath and said. ‘’As you wish love.’’ 

He slowly pushed himself inside you. The stretch was painful at first, but as he let you adjust to his size, it began to feel so good. ‘’ You are taking me so good.’’ He said as he began moving his hips. You couldn’t help but moan in his ear. You threw your legs around his waist and the new angle made you feel him deeper than before. Sunghoon was loud and you were glad. His moans and whimpers, right beside your ear, made you clench around him. ‘’ Ugh, you feel so good baby, I think I’m close.’’

‘’Me too. Please don’t stop,fuck me harder.’’

Sunghoon listened to your pleads and began thrusting his hips harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the place around the two of you. Not long after that you felt your release. Screaming his name you came around his dick. Sunghoon continued fucking you through your orgasm. He pulled out and his cum landed on just below your belly button, slowly making its way down your pussy. 

‘’Beautiful.’’ He gazed at your naked body, spread out on the makeshift bed the two of you shared. You ran your finger through his cum and you gathered some in your fingers. Locking eyes with Sunghoon you placed your fingers in your mouth slowly sucking on them as the flavour of his cum hit your taste buds. ‘’ You taste good too, Sunghoon.’’ The look on his face was priceless.

‘’Don’t do this to me, love. We will be up all night if you continue doing this to me.’’ Standing up he held his arm out to you. ‘’Let’s clean up and go to sleep, we have to have energy for tomorrow.’’ 

‘’I still can’t believe tomorrow we’ll leave this island forever.’’

‘’Me too. But I’m kinda glad I ended up here. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. When we return home safely, let me take you out on a date. What do you think.’’ 

,,Then let’s make it back home. I can’t wait for our date.”

Please don’t copy, repost, translate or alter my work.

[raqi-marr]

affini that's heard about the fey and she loves the idea. more than a fairy, though, she likes the thought of becoming an enchanted grove

she sets up shop on a relatively underdeveloped terran world; somewhere that's got a lot of greenery still, but not a huge population size. with the help of some friends, she starts spreading rumours about a portion of 'magic forestland' where any terrans who stray into it never leave. then, she waits.

it takes a few years, but eventually, some people get curious. when the first terrans start traipsing around on her soil, she first checks to see if they're the type she's looking for. some of them are just thrill-seekers, terrans interested in exploring an urban legend, rather than someone attracted by the mythology; those, she just lets pass through without event, and they grow bored and leave, presuming it was all just fake

but eventually, though it takes a while, she finally finds what she's looking for. one day, she gets a visitor in the form of a girl who's noticeably more nervous than her prior guests. she keeps flitting her gaze between the trees as if searching for something, and she spends entire minutes gazing at the waterfalls and glowing, bioluminescent leaves that the affini has dotted around her landscape. even when nothing 'supernatural' happens, she remains anyway; with an air of almost disappointment about her, as if she wished that it would

it's on her third trip back to the forest that this terran finally meets the custodian of the forest. a beautiful nymph-like woman, with a body made from moss and fern leaves and covered in beautiful blue flowers who strides out from the centre of a small lake to meet her. the terran is enchanted within minutes of speaking to her, and the lady invites them back to her home; a small little nook, hidden underneath a tree

when the terran crosses the threshold and enters into her house, the lady offers her a meal. she happily eats the food and drinks of the sweet nectar-tea that she's offered; but she finds that doing so makes her so terribly sleepy. seeing this, the lady tells her she has just the place for her to take a nap; a nice, comfortable spot of grass under a willow tree nearby. the terran, thinking nothing of it but gratitude for the generosity, gleefully obliges, and curls up there to sleep

the little dear spends the rest of their life there, softly asleep upon their owner's lap, just as they always fantasized of doing. but they're far from alone, for their owner follows them into their dreams, and they continue playing all throughout the forest together. when future visitors come to the woodland, they swear that they sometimes see an elf walking side-by-side with a much smaller woman in the distance, only to vanish behind a tree when they get close

[bunni-v1]

Bumps and Bruises

🍓This was a commission for the very lovely and delightful @thecaptainofcosmichorrors. It was very vaguely based on my mentioning PV and SMC were highly protective in their poly hcs. You were a delight to work with and talk to, and the commission was so much fun to write! At their request, I'm sharing the commission with you all <3 Enjoy!

TW: Blood (jam); Minor Injuries

Info: Commission; Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader x Shadow Milk Cookie; Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a particularly “sneaky” cookie. Average at sneaking around at best, unable to hide most secrets when directly confronted, and mostly straightforward. Especially when it came to your partners, not only was it incredibly hard with Shadow Milk’s monitoring and Pure Vanilla’s incessant hovering, but you just couldn’t lie to them. The embodiments of lies and truths could read you like a book, laying a flat look your way the second a little fib seems to sneak past your lips.

Not that you had a reason to lie to either of them in the first place. Well, usually, you didn’t have a reason. In the same sense, you usually didn’t have a reason to worry about either of them, but that wasn’t the case right now. Not when you were quietly following behind the three most adventurous cookies in the kingdom through a forest, thick trees looming overhead, which should’ve been an omen. Unfortunately, you didn’t take it as one.

When Gingerbrave initially approached you with the idea of “finding a super cool secret relic” somewhere in the nearby woods, you shut him down. There was no reason for you or the young cookie to put yourselves in danger for something that should be left for someone else. Yet, when you saw him, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie seriously heading out for it… You naturally felt the need to join them. So that they’d at least have one responsible adult with them.

Shadow Milk might not see the point in it, but it would soften the scolding from Pure Vanilla enough, and you could manage one of them being upset better than two. Besides, you’d missed exploring. The two of them together always had a reason to keep you away from it, but they couldn’t stop you if you were already gone. 

So, with a soft smile and a skip in your step, you followed the three young cookies through the dense trees. They were far more capable than you’d given them credit for, honestly. Any threat that came along their path was swiftly dealt with, without you having to lift a finger. Gingerbrave gleamed when you’d called him strong, happy to impress, like any little cookie might be. 

It seemed like this little adventure would be entirely harmless, a quick in and out, simple. There were no indications that anything could go wrong until you were right outside the “secret labyrinth” that housed this relic, the kids were looking for. It was subtle, almost undetectable, just a slight shift in the atmosphere. Being with Shadow Milk for so long had taught you to notice little shifts like that, though, pausing your steps as the kids poked around the entrance.

Subtly, you scanned the area around you. The trunks of the trees were thick, allowing for little visual input around them, and what you could see was shrouded in shadows and leaves. Your eye twitches, landing on a point in the distance. You could feel something there, something foreign and unsafe. A threat, even though you couldn’t see it, you knew it was there. You inch toward your weapon, ready to draw and fight whatever it was there, but a little tug on your sleeve breaks your attention.

You look down at Strawberry Cookie, wide-eyed and flustered at the intensity in your eyes. You soften immediately, “What’s up, Strawberry Cookie?”

She gestures to the now open entrance, “We got it open. Gingerbrave charged in without us, and Wizard Cookie ran after to stop him.”

You sigh, shaking your head in annoyed affection, “Of course he did…” You pat her back lightly, “C’mon, let's go before they get themselves in some real trouble.”

You try not to give her any indication that something was wrong, but you can tell she was a little more tense than earlier. You shove her along lightly, trying your best to distract her from your hesitation. There was no going back without all three of them, so turning around wasn’t an option now. For good measure, you look back to that same spot, a chill running down your spine when you realize whatever was there is gone now. Not good.

Tension keeps your back straight as a rod as you follow after Strawberry Cookie, observing the area with care, ensuring that she is safe first and foremost. You silently thank the heavens that Gingerbrave was so destructive, leaving an easy-to-follow path in his wake. The ruins here were surprisingly well-kept, only a little dusty, untouched by the world outside of it. You hear the ruckus Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie are making up ahead, calming down your nerves a little, reassuring you that they are both well.

“Are you okay?” Strawberry Cookie asks suddenly, blinking up at you.

It takes you off guard, having to shake off the surprise settling on your shoulders, “Yeah, of course I am, kiddo. Are you alright?”

She nods, but then takes a second to think it over, and shakes her head, “I… I thought that I… felt something out there.”

You nod your understanding, patting her head lightly, “Well, if there is anything out there, I’m here. Nothing’s gonna lay a hand on any of you if I can help it, okay?”

“...Okay… Thank you,” she mumbles, retreating into her hoodie.

You smile warmly, the reaction nothing short of adorable. She was such a timid little thing, reminded you of yourself when you were younger. Excited shouting draws your attention ahead again, and you sigh, pushing forward before the two young cookies get themselves into more trouble. 

When you find them, they are in a small room, hopping around excitedly like little rabbits. It’s cute how they circle the relic, almost too much energy in their bodies for their brain to handle. You waltz up to their side, observing the shining silver medallion. It was unremarkable, but it seemed like it could be valuable enough, especially if it had magical properties to it.

You pluck it up off the pedestal, holding it up to glint in the torchlight around the room. The three cookies crowd around your legs, looking at you as if it were the most remarkable thing they’d ever seen. Which couldn’t be further from the truth, but you didn’t need to point that out to them. Gingerbrave grabs for it, and you only tease him a little when you pull it up out of his reach before handing it to him.

“Happy kids?” You hum.

They nod in unison, ‘oo’ing and ‘ah’ing at it, not hearing you at all. It was a cute sight, one that you would’ve liked to savor longer, if not for catching something move in the corner of your eye. You’re on edge instantly, grabbing your weapon tightly, stepping forward to shield the younger cookies from the entrance. You’re glad you do, because the second you step forward, the thing lunges forward. 

You don’t have time to position yourself to block it properly, and as such, it clamps its jaws into your arm. You bite back a shout, not wanting to curse in front of the youngins, and shove the little monster off you. That’s all it was, really, an angry little cakehound that had wandered in after you. Maybe this was its home, and you were encroaching on its space; regardless, it had gotten a pretty good bite out of your arm.

Gingerbrave, ever the hero, immediately jumps to your rescue, bopping it on the head with his cane. The little cake hound whimpers, scuttering away into the darkness like nothing had happened. Gosh, you were worked up over a little thing like that earlier. You had lost your touch for exploration, far too spoiled now. You shake off the injury, flexing your hand to make sure nothing vital was hurt.

“Alright,” You announce suddenly, “that’s more than enough exploring for today, let's get home before we run into any more vicious little puppies.”

You heard the three little cookies with you out of the ruins, resealing it with a huff, and rushing them home. By now, you knew Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk had noticed the lack of your presence, and you needed to get back and patch up before they sent out a search group. Or worse, they started looking themselves.

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You are within the kingdom's walls for all five minutes before you feel watchful eyes on you. The familiar gaze makes you tense as it roves over your dough, unsubtly checking you for injuries. You pull the slashed arm into your cloak, shrouding it from view, and since Shadow Milk is not physically present, there is nothing he can do to prove that you’re hiding it. You take the route back to your room without thinking about it, focused on cleaning yourself up first, explaining yourself later.

Cookies give you odd glances as you march forward with the determination of a soldier marching off to battle. You practically were. It was your white lies versus the epitome of truth and deceit, it would take quite the battle to get them to back down. You’re already formulating ideas on what to say as you nudge the door to your room open, muttering the potential conversations under your breath, preparing for every possibility.

Except, of course, the most obvious. Jolting in surprise as you run right into a soft chest, steadied by gentle hands that trembled just slightly, as if they couldn’t believe you were still alright. You look up guiltily as Pure Vanilla, who sighs in relief at your grumpy visage. Shadow Milk lies on your bed behind him, smirking, because, of course he was. 

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Pure Vanilla worries, feeling your face and shoulders for injury.

Shadow Milk scoffs, “Obviously they’re fine. They’re not as stupid as you.”

There is an underlying tenseness in his voice, though, nearly unrecognizable if not for how well you knew him now. His eyes keep darting to your hidden arm, then back to you, urging you to do the right thing here. You don’t listen, ego too bruised, and instead dodge out of Pure Vanilla’s hold and scutter over to your bathroom. 

“Yes,” You affirm, “I just went out with Gingerbrave and the other little kids for a while. Nothing to be so worried about.”

Though you don’t turn back, you can feel the admonishment in Pure Vanilla’s gaze. He knows you’re hiding something from your actions alone. You didn’t even hug him to reassure him of your well-being. Why else would you avoid the very common and expected affection if not for some kind of hidden secret?

“Seems like our little cookies telling us a white lie~” Shadow Milk sings, floating over to your side.

He curls himself around you, forcibly turning you to face the very cross Pure Vanilla. Standing with his arms crossed and brows furrowed, the eye of his staff rapidly scanning over your body to find something to zero in on. Shadow Milk taps his fingers along your injured arm, drawing an annoyed huff from your lips and a glare his way. There was no winning with these two when they were united, but you were determined to try for your own confidence’s sake.

He tilts his head at you, turned in at an unnatural angle to keep your eyes locked, “I’ll make you a deal! You can show us that silly little arm of yours, oooorrrrrr~” 

He pauses for dramatic effect, neither you nor Pure Vanilla is amused.

“I can pull it out myself!” He hums, patting your head like a little pet, “Seems like an easy decision, right? Don’t you agree, Nilly?”

You turn your head back to Pure Vanilla, resisting the urge to pout and beg him to make Shadow Milk stop teasing you. He stands his ground firmly, gesturing for you to get on with it with a graceful wave of his hand. Three taps on your shoulder are a reminder that you’re not getting out of this. Not without an insane amount of luck.

You give them a heavy sigh, nudging Shadow Milk off your shoulder so you can properly reveal the wound you’d gotten. The cloak slides off your arm, and it looks much worse than it is. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the dried jam made a mess of your dough, and the teeth marks look far deeper than they are with the caked-on jam stuck around the injuries. Suffice it to say, you were about to get the lecture of a lifetime.

Pure Vanilla’s eyes fly open for a second, then he is at your side without another word, pulling you into the bathroom. He rushes around to grab the first aid he needs, clearly more flustered about treating you than he would be with a regular patient. While he does that, Shadow Milk curls himself around your back, resting his face against your shoulder. Uncharacteristically gentle hands turn your arm in his hands, observing it with a flat expression.

You don’t know what he’s thinking, but you know that it’s not good when he gets so quiet. He’s probably planning on going on a rampage, tearing apart the forest to kill whatever he thinks hurt you. He doesn’t stop staring when Pure Vanilla nudges him out of the way, swiping the jam away to get a clean surface to work with. It seems to make him relax when he realizes that the injury is mostly superficial.

It’s eerily quiet as he works, the warmth of his magic seeping into your dough, mending the injury from the inside out. His focus is, perhaps, too intense for the severity of the injury. Telling him that would only serve to make things worse, so you hold your tongue and let him tend to you. Shadow Milk watches the skin cure itself, tense until there is nothing left but soft, smooth dough. 

They stare at the skin like it personally wronged them for a long moment, blinking back to attention as you flex your fingers, proving that everything was fine. Shadow Milk slides his fingers into yours, further assuring himself that you were alright. Pure Vanilla sets his on top of them afterwards, sighing in relief when you wiggle your fingers again.

“What happened?” he sighs, shaking his head at you.

You frown, “It was a little cake hound, nothing more, nothing less.”

Shadow Milk jumps in now, “And you let it get to you, why?”

“I was trying to keep the kids safe,” you admit, “I wasn’t ready for the stupid little guy to jump out at me from the darkness. Just a misstep.”

“A misstep that could’ve cost you more than a bite had it been anything else,” Pure Vanilla scolds.

“But it wasn’t,” You argue back, “I used to be an adventurer, I know what I’m doing.”

“But you couldn’t handle an itty bitty little cake hound?” Shadow Milk reminds.

You groan, pushing both of them away with a roll of your eyes. You understand the concern, but you’re not fragile. You’re strong, and they both know it. It was frustrating to have both of them constantly undermine you because you are not a magical ancient creature like the two of them are. Just because you can die, doesn’t mean you will immediately from a little scar.

You can’t escape either of them, though, not within the walls of the kingdom. So you only stop over to your bed like a petulant child and pout up at the ceiling stubbornly. Ignoring the way the bed sinks next to you and the warm, gentle body that drapes itself across your side. 

“We worry,” Pure Vanilla begins, “because you are far more… destructible than either of us. You could crumble so easily, it terrifies us.”

He sends Shadow Milk a look, and he rolls his eyes, “We know you’re a toughie, but you’re still not immortal. We aren’t willing to risk your safety for anything, you know that, don’t you, Dolly?”

You suck on the words, digesting them in your stomach, and then deciding it wasn’t worth it to play hardass any longer. Your hands slide into Pure Vanilla’s and against Shadow Milk’s face, giving in to the warmth of their comfort.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you mumble, “I just wanted to feel free again.”

“And you can,” Pure Vanilla urges, leaning closer to you, “We just want to know what you’re doing. Imagine if something had happened and we had no idea where you were?”

“I know,” you sigh, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“You should be!” Shadow Milk shouts, squeezing you tighter to his chest, “Nilly was practically ripping the kingdom apart looking for you.”

“Must I remind you of the tears?” Pure Vanilla pushes back, getting you to smile.

“Next time,” you ease before they can bicker, “I’ll talk to both of you before I run off into danger, okay?”

They nod, mutually leaning down to press soft kisses across your face. Peppering you with affection, worry melting away into sweet love and care. Within a few moments, it’s as if none of the past few hours had happened, easing the three of you into a blanket of comfort and security made of your mutual care for one another.

[jadeshifting]

— HOGWARTS SCENARIOS ( romance & friendship vers. )

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.　. 　 ˚　. ROMANCE

— you and your classmate ( the one that you have a blinding crush on ) bump into eachother in the library—outside the Restricted Section, in the middle of the night. turns out you were both trying to sneak in

— losing a “friendly” bet to one of your friends forces you two into a walk into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. you joke to dispel the fear under the moonlit canopy, but you freeze when you hear a twig snap nearby. it turns out to be nothing ( but when you grabbed their hand because you were scared, they didn’t let go )

— the two of you sneak into the Astronomy Tower under the guise of doing homework, but you end up lying side-by-side, whispering to eachother as you point out stars. the stone is cold against your backs, and it's safe to say you don't get any work done

— a casual Quidditch practice turns into a joyride, with the two of you taking off and soaring at draconic speeds across the grounds, the tails of your brooms skimming the top of the Black Lake and sending up a cool spray. the adrenaline of flying overwhelms your senses, matched only by the adrenaline of being together

— sparks ( both metaphorically and literal sparks of fire ) fly as the two of you exchange charms and hexes in a friendly duel, until one of you manages to disarm the other. though you try to hide your flustered reaction at being disarmed, they see it anyway, and their lips tug up in a smirk

— you're involved in a snowball fight in the courtyard, one that causes the two of you to tackle eachother and end up rolling around in the powdery drifts, wrapped in your big winter coats and covered in ice. when your laughter subsides, you're gazing at eachother's cold-nipped faces, entirely too close

— the two of you end up in shared detention ( though you hate detention, you don't mind being locked in a room with them for... a while. ) while scrubbing cauldrons side-by-side, you both can't help but sneak smiles every time your shoulders bump against eachother

— you fall asleep on the couch in your common room, though you shiver slightly in your sleep from the chilly nip in the air. taking notice, they tentatively drape their cloak over you to keep you warm

— you find a little gift in your owl post, one with a little note attached to it with string, signed with cryptic initials and a heart. you know it's from them, but your cheeks still burn at the gesture, and you giggle a little at the fact that they tried to hide it

— when you're seated at the same table in potions, you go back and forth teasing eachother over who's worse at brewing. however, the banter is interrupted when one of you has to reach over and quickly adjust the other's potion before it explodes, with a smug grin. that puts an end to that argument

— walking to class together, you both end up caught in a sudden downpour in the courtyard. you both have to race for shelter, and you end up much closer than expected when you squeeze under a small archway

— when you're partnered up together in Care of Magical Creatures, the two of you have the misfortune of getting assigned to deal with the most absurd magical creature, one that makes a horrible mess and causes a massive scene. the two of you manage to deal with it, though, and you find yourselves nearly doubled over in laughter by the time class is over, no matter how badly your robes are ruined

— one of you teaches the other how to fly properly ( subpar flying skills lead to a subpar flying grade, Madam Hooch can be unforgiving. ) gentle hands guiding their grip on the broom, both of you pretend not to notice the fiery warmth spreading across the other's cheeks

— you explore some of the castle's hidden tunnels, making sure to go together because it's not safe to go by yourself ( you would not wanna get lost down there alone. ) however, when the tunnels narrow and you have to turn around, you find yourself shoved much closer together than expected in the tight space

.　. 　 ˚　. FRIENDSHIP

— you pad in your slippers and PJs down to the Hogwarts kitchen long, long after curfew to collect midnight snacks. your hushed laughs echo against the stacked-up barrels by the kitchen entrance as you make your way inside

— racing across the Black Lake at sunset, the fiery golden and orange sunlight reflects off the water as you cheer eachother on and shout jeering remarks mid-air, seeing who in your group can whip back to the castle the fastest

— your group gets into a heated match of exploding snap, in the Gryffindor common room with another group of your classmates. cards flying, eyebrows are singed. by the end of the game, you realize that no one's actually even been keeping proper score, and you split not knowing who even won

— your group takes turns venturing further and further into the Forbidden Forest, in a test ( albeit, an extremely dangerous one ) to see who's the bravest. of course, most of them are shrieking at every crunch of leaves and swearing they saw a centaur after their turn

— when some of your friends buy some Zonko's joke products, you and a few others discreetly hex them to go off early, in public. when you're shuffling through Hogsmeade and one of your friends' bags starts vibrating and screeching, you're barely able to hide your laughter behind your scarf

— on a jaunt near the edge of the forest, your group finds a helpless, injured magical creature. though you bicker over whose plan is better, you all agree that you have to help it, and you tend to the little creature and help it regain its health. ( when it's better, you release it back into the woods, or one of you holds onto it as a pet )

— during the holiday season, your group goes on a "Hogsmeade hot chocolate crawl," where you sample a cup of hot chocolate from every shop in Hogsmeade. you rate them on various factors, but no two people can agree on which was best. when you return to the castle at the end of the day, everyone is exhausted, frost-nipped, and positively filled to the brim with chocolate

— you challenge eachother to harmless duels in the courtyard between classes, though you end up choking with laughter because someone always ends up on the ground from tripping over their own feet, not because they were hit with a spell

— you dare eachother to drink the harmless potions you brew in class, and try to stifle your giggles as one person's hair turns blue and another starts violently hiccuping bubbles

— on a dare, one or more of your group is forced to jump into the Black Lake fully clothed. soaking wet, one of you swears that you see the Giant Squid wave a lazy tentacle out of the water, and you clamber out of the water in a mad panic while the onlooking friends gasp with laughter

— you all send charmed notes to eachother during class, they zoom or skitter across the classroom as you send messages to eachother. when the professor snatches one out of the air, your eyes widen ( they're so gonna read it out loud in front of everyone ) but the note explodes into confetti all over the ground, and you realize one of your friends was much more clever with their charms than you thought

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[solarlyls]

𝒲𝓪𝓲𝔱𝗂𝗇𝖌 𝚛𝖔ᵒ𝓶 𝔦𝒹𝑒α𝓼 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𝒫ixie ℋollow 𝒲r

⟡— Stroll through a forest where giant flowers sway gently and towering mushrooms cast soft shadows. Rest in the heart of an old oak tree, and spin beneath a sky scattered with endless stars, their glow that stretches across the quiet night.

To step into the reality you desire, take a handful of pixie dust, let it slip between your fingers, and as you scatter it over yourself, and think of your destination. The path will open.

𝒜bandoned 𝒞astle 𝒲r

⟡— Walk through the gleaming white marble halls of your castle, or dip your toes in the waves along the shoreline. Dance through the corridors, whether alone or with a companion.

To enter the reality you want, find one of the locked doors, unlock it with a special key, and step through.

ℳermaids 𝒢rove 𝒲r

⟡— The mermaid’s grove, where sparkling freshwater shimmers and the morning sunlight kisses your skin as you pause for a moment of peace, or dive in for a swim if you’d like. Swim beneath the surface, exploring the depths at your own pace.

To enter the place you seek, choose one of the many lilypads, whisper a wish into the breeze, and let it guide you.

ℳusical 𝒯heater 𝒲r

⟡— The grand red velvet curtains rise, revealing a stage set just for you, waiting for your story to unfold. Sing, act, and step into the role of your dr self in this waiting room, taking a break in the dressing rooms or mingling with others between scenes.

Recreate a moment, a memory, a glimpse of the world you long for. And when the final bow is taken and the curtains close—you’ll find yourself in it.

𝒢arden 𝒲r

⟡— A maze, a garden, a hidden sanctuary. Wander through paths lined with blooming flowers and willow trees, or let the warmth of the nearby lake embrace you. If you’re feeling bold, step into the maze, its winding paths that shift with every turn.

Somewhere within, the right path awaits. Find it, and it will lead you to the reality you wait for.

𝒩ature ℬurrow 𝒲r

⟡— A hidden neighborhood nestled in nature, where cozy houses are all connected, their walls woven with vines and their doors open through small burrowed tunnels. Step through one, and you’ll find yourself in another home, another story, another moment.

But tread carefully, because some of these burrows don’t just lead next door. Some lead to an entirely different reality.

𝒲ater 𝒫alace 𝒲r

⟡— A palace where the floors ripple beneath your feet, made entirely of shimmering water. Some rooms hold glassy pools, inviting you to swim and drift in the waters of your royal home.

But be mindful, some of these pools are more than they seem. Step into the right one, and it will carry you into another reality.

𝒢olden ℋour ℱorest 𝒲r

⟡— A calm, inviting forest bathed in the endless glow of golden hour. Willow trees sway gently, their long branches brushing against lakes sprinkled with drifting petals. The air hums with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures.

Linger too long in the shade of an ancient tree, step into a sunbeam at just the right moment, and you may find yourself somewhere entirely new.

𝒯reetop ℋouse 𝒲r

⟡— Houses nestled high in the trees, connected by sturdy ropes that let you wander from home to home, suspended above the ground. Swing from the branches, dangle in the open air, and drop into the safety of woven nets below.

But be mindful of the height, if you fall too far and if you let go with just a little too much belief, you might slip through more than just the air and find yourself into a new reality.

𝒜lice ℐn 𝒲onderland 𝒯eaparty 𝒲r

⟡— A whimsical tea party in a wonderland of your own making, where all your favorite people and creatures gather around a table filled with endless treats. Laughter fills up the air as you dance, sing, and share stories between sips of tea and bites of delicate pastries. Wander through the twisting maze, or step onto the giant chessboard and become a piece in the game.

But choose your tea wisely, one brewed with reality petal herb carries more than just flavor. With a single sip, you’ll find yourself slipping into the reality of your desire.