#The lilac witch chapter 7

[moon-sang]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Series Masterlist

CHAPTER 6 / CHAPTER 8

SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.

WARNINGS: Half naked reader (not sexual!), angst, soft!Din, mature language, tattoos, pls tell me if I miss anything. ALL MANDO’A TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE END.

~ Heavily inspired by marvel - the scarlet witch in particular.

WORD COUNT: 3.2K - I am sorry.

SONG LISTENED TO WHILST WRITING: Lovely - Billie Eilish (on repeat)

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Chapter 7: Dangerous Substance

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Darkness filled your cell.

What were you going to do? 

You were tired of starring at the same black wall. How long have you even been here for? It’s hard to tell when you’re in a haze, on the brink of starvation. You felt drained, empty....alone. 

Your fingers ghost over the sensitive skin on your wrist. You traced over the 078 tattoo imprinted on your skin. Maker you wish you could just cut that tattoo off. It didn’t just imprint your skin... it imprinted your life too...tainted it. That tattoo made you who you were, all because you were born with powers. 

You’re pulled back to reality as the hatch to your cell opens.

 “Hello 78.” Gideon addresses. “That’s not my name.” You grumble back. The imperial hums in response. “I believe it was your name when your father traded you in to us for credits.” He calmly states. “No! It was the number you gave me!” You retort. “Yes, because you are my seventy-eighth experiment.” 

A thick silent coaxes the two of you, of course you didn’t mind it, you hated him. 

“Well 78, you need to come with me.” Gideon states with a sly smile etched on his face. You wish you could say you weren’t going to go anywhere with him, but you had no control over the situation. 

The officer dragged you by the chain into what seemed like a small room. It wasn’t a cell, you could tell that much. All the walls were marble. All painted an obsidian black. 

In the middle of the room was..... a tank? It looked like a giant jar filled with water. “What’s that?” you cautiously ask. Gideon smiles. “That, my friend, is a bacta tank... except.. without the bacta.” He surprisingly replies. “What’s the point of having it then?” you quip. “You’re going in it.” he replies rather quickly. Before you can even process what he says, something.. sharp is plunged into the side of your neck, it only stung for a moment until everything went numb. Everything that happened after that was blurry, alls you remember is you blacked out for quite some time. 

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The next time you awoke you were indeed submerged in water. It was icy against your bare skin, but there was no escape, the top and bottom of the tank were sealed and the glass was unbreakable, surely custom made to deal with beings with magic. 

You were dressed in a white tank top and a pair of white shorts. it was rather revealing but better than being naked. Strapped tightly to your face was some sort of breathing mask, two long wired tubes connected to the top of the tank, gathering air from the small holes in the lid. 

Why were you in here?

Is this how you die?

Did Gideon make some sort of bargain with the Mandalorian’s?

“78.” an all to familiar voice calls. 

Your head whips around. And there he stood.

  Gideon. 

He does a quick wave to catch your attention and then formally positions it behind his back again. 

“I bet..” 

 “You’re confused.” 

“and...scared.” he calmly states.

You deadpan him, hoping he get’s that ‘you’re trying to kill him with your eyes.’

 “Well, you have a right to be afraid, none of my other 77 experiment’s survived this particular test.” he admits. 

Ok now you’re freaking out.

Test??

Your body begins to thrash in the water by itself, but you quickly became tired, and give up. 

Your eyebrows crease in anger at him. 

He has that stupid victory smile of his on too. 

What an asshole. 

“Release the orb.” he commands one of the guarding troopers. 

What?

orb?

With a small plop an orb slowly sinks down your tank. It was a gradient mix of pastel pink and blue. Thin golden stripes graced the exterior of it, creating swirly patterns. Slowly the orb opens, like an egg cracking. A fuchsia pink powder is released into the water. You scream but in the water it only creates bubbles. The last thing you see if Gideon’s smirk before the water turns completely pink, blocking you from seeing anything else. 

Surprisingly your eyes don’t sting, they feel rather comfortable. 

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you desperately searched for a way out, but there was nothing. No escape from this nightmare. 

Eventually the hot pink powder disappeared into nothing, leaving the water crystal clear again. 

Your breathing was still unstable. 

What did he just do to you?

What was that pink powder?

Did you survive the test?

“Take her out.” someone mumbles. 

the water in your ears seem to muffle up their voices slightly. 

Your mind was dizzy, You just wanted to go home. Wanted to see Din again. Needed to hold Grogu as you fell asleep. 

Slowly the platform your waist was tied to, starts to lift. Your head came out from the surface of the water, followed by the rest of your body. You don’t remember much after that. At some point you were dropped on the floor. Your bones were weak, you could barely walk, your pretty sure two troopers dragged you back to your cell. After that you allowed yourself to fall asleep, you needed it. 

You distinctly remember dreaming about Din. Holding you protectively against that broad chest of his.

Reassuring you everything was fine.

Even though it was not. 

Unfortunately your mind wakes up from it’s daze, and the harsh reality you were currently trapped in flooded any relief you found in your dream-state. Silent tears rolled down your streaked face. What did you do to deserve such a life? You just wanted to live normally;

Live your childhood (which was so violently ripped away from you)

Be a teen

Get drunk

Fall in love

Have kids

Grow old.

And most importantly...

You wanted Din to be a part of all those things. 

You sniffle as a heavy sob wracked your body. 

Get it together. You got yourself into this..

Now you need to get yourself out of it.

You needed to escape. 

You swallow down any other sobs and blink away tears, you could worry about your mental state later. Right now you needed to get out of here, before any other weird ass experiments commenced. 

Think Y/n

Think!

You were cuffed to a brick wall with your feet dangling inches away from the ground. 

What to do?

Your brain thought and thought, until eventually....

You had an idea.... but you didn’t want to push yourself too hard, you learnt not to do that the hard way. 

You could potentially try to change the cuffs into... sand, just like you changed that crate on the Crest into a meiloorun. 

You didn’t want to do it, knowing there was the risk of bleeding out again, but it was the only option at this point... 

and so you got to work. 

First you tried to centre your mind. It was rather difficult with all the troopers marching up and down the hall outside, weapons clinking together along with their footsteps. Eventually you managed to quiet down your raging thoughts. Turning your mind..

blank. 

Then, you focused on the feeling of the hand cuffs against your supple skin. How they dug into you, and more importantly, how it would feel when they crumbled to floor, in the form of sand. You took a moment to rest on that thought. Cold sand soothing the irritated skin on your wrists... until

Your thoughts...

Became reality.

Chrome metal cuffs softened until small grains of sand rolled down your arms... and your feet... touched the ground. You were free... and the only thing left behind of your escape, was a pile of sand on the inky black tiles. You can’t help but smile at your success, you were truly turning out to be quite the escape artist. 

However....Your success was short lived.

What the hell were you going to do now?

You could take out a few troopers and potentially take one of their guns and shoot your way out?

No. That was too risky

Ooh! You could - no, too predictable

You groan in frustration and rub your tired head. That powder probably took an effect on you, for all you know you could be hallucinating, still knocked out in that tank. Maker you hoped not. 

Maybe... you could find some sort of technology to communicate with Din- no - Cara, she could get you out of here. Yeah, and you will only take out troopers if they see you, that would be smarter. 

And within moments, you finalised your plan, and you were ready to start it. 

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Cara was just in the middle of dealing with an angry citizen on Nevarro when an anonymous transmission came through. At first glance she thought it to be some scam, but when you buzzed her again, she picked up, rather angrily. 

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You were overjoyed when you saw your transmission was answered. 

A light blue light sparked to life. At first it glitched but over a few seconds the hologram managed to maintain a steady picture of the ex-shock trooper. “Who the hell is this? And I swear if you’re calling to sell me someth-.... Y/n?!” Cara shouts, shock evident in her voice. “Shh, keep it down! Cara I need help.” You whisper. The woman raises a brow. “Where are you... and where’s Mando?” She whispers back, sensing the distress in your voice. “Mando.....Mando is... busy, I’m on an imperial spacecraft, Gideon is here... please I need to get out of here!” You make sure to say your plead louder than the rest of your sentence. 

After a moment of consideration, which seemed to go on for hours, Cara finally nods. “You’ll be out of there by tonight... you have my word.” she honourably replies. You nod and thank her before cutting off the transmission and hot-wiring it so it wasn’t trackable. Now you just had to wait, and not get caught. 

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After a few hours, things started to get stressful. 

Not for you.

No.

For the empire.

Troopers were rushing everywhere

alarms went off and...

You’re pretty sure you even saw Gideon in distress and maker it was so blissful to see him in such a state, after what he had put you through. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what was happening..

Why they were so stressed. 

A few ideas had crossed your mind, but none of them prepared you for what you saw next.... or rather who. 

Din. 

Covered from head to toe in chrome coloured beskar armour. Chest heaving from the amount of imperials he must’ve killed. 

No

No

No

No!

Why did she send Din after you?! You called Cara for a fucking reason!

“Y/n..” 

His voice was just as kriffing soothing as you remembered it, dreamt of it. 

You prepare yourself to sprint, not wanting to get mixed up in the mess with the Mandalorian’s and the chaos again but Din reads your mind. 

“Y/n please! Please don’t run!” He urgently says, arm out in front of him as if there were an invisible rope in front of him that would pull you closer, if he caught it. “I’m sorry.... Cyare, I know your scared but you have to come back, please.” he practically begs. You felt unshed tears prick the edge of your eyes once more. This could not be happening. “I just cause chaos, if the Mandalorian’s see you with me... maker you could loose you creed!” you breathe out. “It’s probably best if we don’t see each other again.” You try your best to keep your voice sharp and to the point, but it falters.

  Din could see how much you needed to be comforted... how scared you were... but not of the covert.... of what you would do to him and his relationship with the covert. 

“Mesh’la please! I promise we will sort this out!” he practically yells this time, voice still laced in a comfort you will never get used to. “How do you know that?” you sob out. ‘Know that everything will turn out?!” you cry this time. Din takes a cautious step closer and calmly as ever replies with “Because they always do.”

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The moment you were on board the Crest you were relieved. 

Relieved from the tension of being caught 

But it was quickly replaced with a new tension, being with Din was.... awkward to say the very least. 

You spent most of the time in hyperspace fiddling with the small strings of the white shorts the empire gave yo- Fuck! Realisation hits you like a brick in the gut. You were still half naked! Heat quickly flushed your cheeks and your hands immediately flew to your exposed stomach. This earns a slight chuckle from Din. “You finally noticed, huh?” He comments, clearly amused. You can’t reply when he is talking again. “I put you some clothes on your bunk, you will have some privacy down there.” he admits, helmet never turning to you. “T-Thanks.” He nods in acknowledgment and you make your way into the hull of the Crest. 

As promised, neatly folded on the bed, were a pile of clothes.

It was nothing special. 

An oversized top, with some black tights to go with it.

As quickly as possible you strip down (not that there was much to strip out of) and put on the new clothes. Warmth immediately hugged you, your other clothes were wet still, this was heaven compared to them. 

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When you climbed back into the cockpit again, Din had put the Crest on autopilot and he was turned so that he faced your empty seat. Silently, you sat on the cushioned chair, his gaze never left yours. 

It was so quiet. Quiet enough you swore you heard his modulator pick up on his breathing. So you decide to break it. 

“Will you kill me?” 

Din almost chokes on nothing right then and there. Kill you? Was that what you thought he would do because his covert thinks your some crazy witch?

“What?! Kriff no!”

Again, silence. 

“Am I....Am I a ... lilac wi-”

“I don’t know anymore.” came his deep voice. 

A few tears fall free. Why are you crying? What’s to cry about? 

“I’m sorry.” the words fall from your mouth before you can even process you were saying them. 

Din helmet tilts up to you slowly. 

“For what?” 

And now you’re properly crying. 

“Running......Just messing everything up.” you sob, salty tears stinging your tongue. 

“You didn’t mess everything u-” Din is cut off. 

“Yes I did! You don’t have to sugarcoat things to make me feel better!” You practically yell this time. 

Din couldn’t take this anymore. 

Slowly the Mandalorian stalked closer to you until he was arms length. “Mesh’la. I am not sugarcoating anything from you.” He whispers, visor making direct contact with your eyes. 

His arm outstretches to to touch yours, in a comforting manner. 

When the pads of his gloved fingers make contact with your arm he’s thrown half way across the room, whilst you were blown harder into the chair. You grunt in pain along with the Mandalorian. 

“Dank Farrick!” Din curses as he get’s up to check on you. 

“Are you alright?!” you both say it at the same time, it would’ve been funny if you didn’t just throw Din into a wall, like beskar weighed nothing. 

Weirdly Din grabs your wrist and twists it in his large hand, inspecting it. 

Wait! Was that the wrist that had the tattoo?! Fuck! You hadn’t told Din anything about that. 

But, despite seeing the tattoo.... Din’s focus seemed to be...elsewhere on your wrist.

His thumb gently traces over one particular vein. “What are you doing?” you question curiosity getting the best of you. 

“What happened when you were with Gideon?” he asks, completely dismissing your question. His voice was oddly...agitated. 

Should you tell him about the pink powder? 

There was no reason why you shouldn’t tell him.

But something.... some instinct... told you not to tell him... and so you didn’t. 

“Nothing happened, they just took my top and pants off to.... make me cold as a form of... torture?” Your not sure why you lifted your voice at the end to make it a question, but you know he saw right through your lies. 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n.” He firmly states. 

Fuck. 

“Your a terrible liar, and I know for a fact that that’s buruk powder, that sent me flying across the ship.” 

Buruk powder?

He must be talking about that hot pink powder that was dropped into the tank. 

You shiver at the memory. You were so scared and confused then. 

“How do you know it was the powder that threw you away from me?” You shyly whisper. 

“Because... there was a dark pink liquid going through the veins on your wrist after I was thrown.” 

“Buruk powder is pink.” he states. 

Oh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were exposed to it?” 

You sigh. 

“I didn’t know how to say it, I was confused, Still am confused, I can’t decipher my dreams from reality anymore, and my head hurts, I don’t know if it’s the powder doing it, and I just..... I don’t know anymore... I’m so lost.” 

Din would’ve cupped your cheek or something... but he didn’t want to be thrown into a wall again. So he settled with words... something he was never good at using. 

“I know how you feel.” he whispers. 

Your eyes meet with his glossy black visor. 

“I know you just feel empty, you feel so small, cyare I know, the world feels so heavy... but I just want you to know you have someone to pull you back from that empty pit, to make you feel whole... because I’ve been where you are and I know what it’s like when there’s no one by your side to help you.” he whispers soothingly.  

You can’t help but cry at his sweet statement. 

“T-Thanks Din.” you say through heavy sobs. 

Fuck you wanted to hug him so bad. 

But you couldn’t. 

Instead of making full contact he just holds your hand through the whole thing. Giving you the reassurance you craved so badly with the imperials. 

When you calmed down from your outburst you hesitantly ask Din what buruk powder actually was, and what the hell you were exposed to. 

As expected, Din was silent for a moment before replying.

“There are three buruk substances.” he starts. 

“The first one is the weakest one, it is the colour of grey, and it comes in the form of a liquid. This substance can create portals to other dimensions when it has a body.... the second substance is strong but not as strong as the third. It is the colour purple and it comes in the form of a gas. It has the power to control time and manipulate minds.... and finally, the third substance is the most powerful. It has the power to manipulate anyone’s mind, and it could rewrite reality of the entire world. It’s a very scary stone and it comes in the form of powder, a hot pink powder.” 

You shiver. 

You were exposed to the most powerful one. 

“But..” He says. 

“We have to get the powder out of you as quickly as possible, the substances are too strong for any human being to take, it will drain your life force if we don’t get it out of you soon... the only reason you were able to absorb it was because it chose you as a host body.” 

That’s why all the 77 other experime- people died, like Gideon said. 

It was all coming together now. 

“We have to bring you to my covert, they will know how to get it out of you.”

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MANDO’A TRANSLATIONS:

Buruk = Dangerous

Cyare = Sweetheart/Darling

Mesh’la = Beautiful

[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate - Part 7

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 3000

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You are gradually coming to terms with the shocking information when you realize that Drake has the power to remove your memories of what he told you. You beg him not to.

7. Draco the Death Eater

Drake didn’t move away as you tried to soothe him, but he didn’t look any happier either. Touching him had a calming effect on yourself, however; it made him feel real and solid, a person of flesh and blood who just happened to be able to do supernatural things. 

He was still fidgeting with his wand and despite your agitated state you became curious.

“Can I try?” You poked it lightly with your fingertip, expecting a buzz or sparks, but you didn’t feel anything.

“Go ahead.”

It was made of smooth wood, and lighter than you had expected. Nothing happened when you waved it. “What were those words you said?”

“The words won’t do anything without the correct gestures – and you’d need magical ability.” He enveloped your hand with his own, guiding you through the movement. “Wingardium Leviosa.” 

Now you felt it. Your skin prickled lightly as power flared from within the wand, passing through your fingers and joining a force from Drake’s hand. The lilac rose, resuming its impossible position.

You shivered, but this time it wasn’t from fear. The magic affected you, filling you with a strange excitement. Goosebumps appeared on your arms.

He helped you cast a new spell. “Accio dragon figure.” More power flowed through your joint hands and the toy escaped his pocket. With a third spell he made it do little pirouettes around the flower. 

You could not hold back a laugh. “That is so cute.”

He did more tricks. The dragon grew and flapped its wings, and even breathed fire on the lawn. When he returned it to its normal size the burned patch of grass remained.

You looked at him as he worked. He did it so naturally and gracefully, yet in every motion he was still him. He had the same focused expression as when working through a chemistry lab or writing a report.

This was still Drake, your friend – or, much more than a friend, actually – and you couldn’t stand the thought of having to let him go. You didn’t see the reason for it, either.

“I don’t care that we are from different worlds.” You moved closer so you could lean against him. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He had been smiling as he cast spells, now the clouds returned to his features. “You should; I told you I’m not a good person.”

“Stop saying that! Everything I know about you proves you wrong. You’re the nicest guy I know and I like you.”

“That’s because you only saw one side of me. Like I said, my father was a criminal… and so was I.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t believe that.”

He tensed and shrugged you off, creating a distance again. “Then let me describe it to you. Who I am. What I am.” His eyes had become angry and his mouth a hard, thin line. “There was a great war in my world, started by a wizard called Tom Riddle, though he preferred a pseudonym which I will not utter. His followers were called Death Eaters. Riddle’s basic idea was that wizards ought to rule the world and enslave all muggles – non magical people like you. Thing is, he was rather charismatic and his ideas sounded… I don’t know, I kind of fell for them. My parents had always taught me that pureblood wizards like us were above others, and I had no reason to question that. I had rarely met a muggle, but at school there were a few muggle-born wizards and witches and I looked down on them. I found them inferior. So, when I discovered my parents were Death Eaters it made me proud. But then one day my father failed a mission and ended up in prison. A horrible prison; hardly anyone survives in there.” He swallowed thickly, and when he continued his voice was toneless. “Riddle then tasked me to kill his greatest enemy – the Headmaster of my school. If I succeeded he would free my father. So I took the dark mark and joined the Death Eaters.” He rolled up his sleeve, showing you a faded tattoo on his inner forearm, a long snake slithering out of a skull.

It gave you a strange feeling of déjà vu. As if you had seen it before, though you knew you hadn’t.

“I was flattered in a way, first; I felt singled out and important.” He made a disgusted grimace. “That was before I knew what Riddle and his followers were really like. How cruel he was – and how completely mental and unhinged.” 

You traced the contours of the snake with your finger. Unlike a real tattoo, the skin was puckered along the edge of the mark.

He shivered at your touch but didn’t pull away.

“I refuse to believe you could kill anyone,” you said stubbornly.

He laughed mirthlessly. “As it were, I couldn’t, actually. I failed…”

“I knew it!”

“My failure is not an excuse; I still did horrible things. I joined Riddle knowing full well it meant I would commit murder, and though I didn't cast the killing curse, I did try to kill my headmaster indirectly with poison and a cursed necklace, but they got in the wrong hands. Two innocent students nearly died–” His voice broke and you could feel he was trembling. “And later, I was ordered to… hurt people. Torture them. I didn’t want to but I was afraid and weak so I obeyed. I probably would have been a Death Eater to this day if Riddle hadn’t been killed and we lost the war. I’m a bad person and you should stay the hell away from me.” He wiped his eyes angrily. 

Your mind was whirring with thoughts. Murder and torture… Trying to imagine Drake hurting someone was even more surreal than witnessing him casting spells.

But he had said he was ordered to; that he did it to save his father. And because he was afraid. That, you could believe. People would do the most awful things to survive, you knew that. 

You hated to see him look so miserable and began to stroke his arm again, sliding your finger over the faded mark. It struck you it must have been branded into his skin. As if he were cattle.

You didn’t want to think about how much that must have hurt.

“How long ago did you get this?” 

“A few years back.”

“Then you can’t have been old at all? Unless wizards are like vampires or elves and you’re super old but in a young man’s body…?” By now, anything seemed possible.

He smiled briefly. “No, I was sixteen.”

“You were just a boy! And had to do all those things?”

“I was almost an adult; for us the age of majority is seventeen.”

“You were a child,” you insisted. “A child soldier. Whatever you had to do was not your fault.”

“Stop. I was old enough to know better. It was my fault – and my parents’. If anyone, I blame them for spoiling me rotten and teaching me I was above everyone… Especially Father. And I also blame him for joining that maniac. Had he not been so stupid I wouldn’t have had to join either, and I won’t ever forgive him for that. Not that I can, now.” He made another bitter, joyless laugh.

“Were your mother and you sent to prison too?”

“No, only Father,” he said tonelessly. “Mum was not as active a Death Eater as him and I, and hadn’t committed any actual crimes. And at the end of the war our family switched sides; another mitigating circumstance.” Then he added, almost reluctantly. “I would still have been sentenced with Father, but they thought I had been too young to understand what I signed up for when I took the mark. So I was let off.”

You didn’t say ‘I told you so’, but thought it. 

“Father didn’t last long in that prison for a second time. When he was gone, Mum inherited the estate and as far as I know she still lives there. I have no contact with her.”

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t stand staying in our world when everyone knew what I had done. Everywhere I went, I’d get hateful looks. Hearing people whispering behind my back… saying I should have been punished.” He sighed. “It would perhaps have been better if I had been sent to prison. If I took my punishment and paid the price for my crimes, they would think better of me.”

“I’m so sorry.” You put your arms around him. “No wonder you are lonely.”

“Don’t be!” He sounded exasperated. “How many times must I tell you I’m no good? I don’t deserve anyone’s pity.”

Despite his outburst he wasn’t pushing you away. Rather, you felt him hugging you back. Clinging to you.

“It doesn’t matter how many times because I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true! Even when little, I was a nasty little shit. A bully at school, teasing other kids just because. Bragging about my wealth. And I despised muggles and muggle-born. Didn’t you listen to what I said about Riddle’s worldview? I would have made you a slave, unless I killed you first. If bad things happen to me, that's justified!”

It didn’t make sense. He repeatedly insisted he was a bad person, and said he had hated non-magical people, yet he went to a university in your world, and spent lots of time helping you and his other classmates. He had taken you to the opera and a ball, and earlier he even said he liked you. Somehow his words didn’t match his behavior. 

It was as if he deep down wanted you to keep making excuses for his former crimes. To convince him he was wrong about being a bad person.

You snuggled closer, pressing your face against his neck, comforting yourself as much as him. “Many children are nasty and selfish. If you realize yourself you were a bully, it means you’re sorry for what you did. It means you’ve changed. You did bad things in the past but decided to be a better person – that’s worth something.”

He didn’t reply to that.

“You’re not bad.”

“I am.” But he sounded less convinced.

“No. You have changed.”

“I tried, I guess.”

“And you succeeded. Since I met you, you have been nothing but nice to us, what was the word… muggles.”

He dropped his shoulders, finally losing part of his tension. “I wanted a fresh start… doing it right, for once. Nobody knew me here. I could make friends with normal, kind people like you. And it worked… you invited me in. I had never… I didn’t know what it felt like to have friends who liked me for me, not for who my parents were.” He paused, sounding thoughtful when he began again. ”I mean, I’ve always had people around me, and they’d do what I told them to do, and laugh at my jokes, and appear like friends, but I don’t think they ever liked me. Feared me, perhaps, and envied me most certainly. As soon as my family lost our status they disappeared.” He hugged you a little harder. ”That’s why your friendship meant so much. It felt real. But it’s been difficult to always guard my tongue, and always pretend. I wanted to be honest but I couldn’t… I can’t, or my cover will be blown. If word gets out about my powers, or the Dark Mark, then it’s only a matter of time before my old world catches up with me. I’d have to leave.” He eased your arms away from him. “And that’s why this… can’t be. That’s why you must forget this night.”

Something about the way he said it, and the way he gripped his wand purposefully, made you realize what he meant.

“A spell? There is a spell to make someone forget?”

His bleak face was answer enough. 

You grew cold despite the warming charm around you. The memory loss after the pub night! You had thought you drank so much you had blackouts, but what if he had erased some of your memories?

“Did you… do it before?”

“Once. I’m sorry. You saw the Dark Mark and I had said too much about my past. I had to. I couldn’t risk that you told someone… If it’s any comfort, you did consent to it.”

You were beginning to tremble. “I don’t want to forget what you told me tonight. I want to know the real you, with your background. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“I can’t risk it.” He made a wry face and raised the wand. “Gods know it’s easy to let something slip by accident, or we wouldn’t have this conversation.”

“No.” You shook your head vividly. “I don’t consent. You heard that? I don’t consent.” You tried to take the wand but he held it out of your reach.

You stood on your knees, grappling for it, pushing him until he lay on his back in the grass. You knew he was physically stronger and could have easily withstood your attempt, instead he was strangely passive. You plucked the wand from his unresisting fingers.

He smiled sadly. “The wand makes it easier but I don’t need it.”

“Then I’ll stop you from saying the spell.” You put your palm over his mouth. 

He removed your hand. “Spells can be performed nonverbally.”

The last resistance left you and you sank down beside him. “Please, Drake.” Your voice became a sob. “We are friends. Friends don’t steal each other’s memories.”

“It’s Draco.” He cupped your cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb. ”Draco Malfoy.”

His eyes were so large, so unhappy. He was so close.

“Draco…” You became lost in his gaze, enthralled. He could work magic just by looking at you.

You leaned over him, gradually lessening the short distance.

He raised his head to meet you. And then your lips touched.

It was brief; only a light caress, yet brimming with feeling.

He drew your face back to him and you kissed again, closer now. His lips were soft but not too soft, molding themselves against yours. Neither of you took control; you kissed in synchrony, exploring each other as if you had all the time in the world. As if this would not be erased from your memory within moments, never to be repeated.

You stretched out your legs, half covering his body with yours, and he placed his palm on the small of your back. Holding you close.

He opened his mouth slightly; you did the same. Your tongues met. He tasted sweet like raindrops.

Bittersweet, as it were, for the memory of his taste would be robbed from you as well. 

Kissing Draco was divine. You hadn’t known it could feel this way; how intimate and emotional. How affectionate.

You never wanted to stop, and he made no indication of finishing either. You couldn’t get enough of each other. 

He rolled you over, switching positions. Kissing you and kissing you more, your breaths mingling. His hands enveloped your face and you drew your fingers through his hair. 

Your lips became sore and raw but neither of you stopped. Because if you did, this would end.

You knew he didn’t want it to end either.

You turned on your side and he followed. Lying face to face in the grass, so close he filled your vision completely. Kissing each other again and again.

”I don’t want to forget this,” you whispered between kisses. ”It’s not fair. Because you will remember…”

”How is that fair?” he returned in a low murmur. ”I will remember it and know what I’ve lost… Forgetfulness is bliss.”

”Then don’t do it.” You put a finger on his swollen bottom lip. 

“I have to. This is too… complicated. Risky. But I won’t lie, it’s tempting…” He kissed your fingertip, then planted tiny pecks on your palm. “Fuck. My self-restraint has become disastrous lately. The other time I had to remove your memories I decided to quit uni and do something else, but even that resolution failed. I couldn’t keep away. And now, I just can’t bring myself to… but I must. I really must do it, you know.”

“No, I don’t know, and I disagree. I can keep a secret.”

”Even if you kept the secret, I think it’s a bad idea. I come with a lot of baggage. You don’t need my shit in your life.”

“Isn’t that up to me to decide?”

He didn’t seem to know what to answer and lay on his back again, gaze becoming lost in the pale night sky. 

His silence lit a tiny spark of hope in you. He was considering it, you were certain about that. Weighing pros and cons. 

You rested your head on his chest and he put an arm around you, idly stroking your back. You listened to his steady heartbeat, filling your nostrils with his scent. Making the most of the moment. Waiting.

“If you told anyone about magic and wizards, I suppose I could obliviate them instead,” he said after a long while. “But are you sure you want to be with someone like me? A Death Eater and a criminal. I’m pretty messed up.”

You raised your head so you could bore your eyes into his sternly. “You are not a criminal; you were pardoned. You have changed. And I care about you. A lot. You’d have to remove half of this year from my memories for me to forget that, so you’d better get used to me!”

His lips curled up slightly and his eyes got a resigned look. You knew you’d won before he spoke. 

“Alright then. I won’t take your memories.”

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Broomquet birthday Ace Trappola flowers meaning💐

I think the bouquet meaning of Ace might be a huge clue on his character development in chapter 7. Ily Ace💗

-Light pink roses convey a sense of comfort, femininity and grace. The pale pink color is commonly used to show gratitude for loved ones and sympathy for those who lost a loved one. 

Represents: Femininity, grace

Conveys feelings of: Comfort, gratitude, sympathy

When to use: Thank-yous, hardships, loss

(I can see this fitting for Yuu going back to it's word, and sympathy for diasomnia guys if Lilia goes away,,)

-Medium pink roses can be used to show appreciation for important people in your life. With their more vibrant color, they can also convey a sense of joy and celebration for special occasions.

Represents: Joy

Conveys feelings of: Appreciation, happiness

When to use: Thank-yous, congratulations

-The main meaning of lilac roses is life.

This rose variety is associated with eternity and long life. Generally speaking, the meaning behind the lilac rose is considered positive and symbolizes not just life, but also happiness, quality of life and health.

(Since there's only one lillac rose in the bouquet, I guess it could means also to live the only one life we have(?)

-Red gerbera flowers have a meaning of unconscious love or to be fully immersed and surrounded by love.

(I'M CRYING)

Also dark pink gerbera means "gratitude"

-Red dahlias are symbols of strength and power, perfect for sending to someone whenever they could use a little extra strength. For example, if they're unwell or about to go to a job interview. Red flowers in general tend to symbolise love and passion, and this is also true of red dahlias.

Red Dahlia flower symbolizes strength and power that we want to give to the person who is receiving this flower. Color red in general symbolizes love and passion, but it can also be a symbol of power, strength and importance. We gift red Dahlias to people we care about and who we want to see rising up from the ashes. They are very important to us and we want to see them succeed in all areas of life. You can gift red Dahlias to your partner or a friend who is going through some difficult moments in life. Bouquet of red Dahlias is going to send a clear message of support and love that can’t be better expressed by any other flower.

-Rose campion: The genus name, used by Theophrastus from the Greek work lychnos which means “lamp”, is thought to refer to the use of the woolly leaves as lamp wicks in ancient times. The common name of rose campion supposedly comes from the use of its flowers to make garlands for athletic champions.

(This makes me guess that whatever we will be facing in chapter 7 we will succeed I guess(?)

-Red sage flower: This Scarlet sage plant is known for its spiky, striking flowers. As with most red flowers, red sage flower meaning is closely linked to passion and adoration. Traditionally associated with romance, desire and young love. Its vibrant red blossoms are said to symbolize forever mine feeling. In some cultures, they are also believed to expel negative energy, purify body and soul and usher in good fortune.

-Hypericum Berries derives its name from a Greek word that means: “Resembling Heather”. Since this plant is known for its healing properties to fight depression and calm anxiety, it is can be associated with good health.

-Rowan berries: The colour red was considered to be the best colour for fighting evil, and so the rowan's bright red berries have been associated with magic and witches. 

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Magic and Secrets, Ch. 8.5 - Christmas Special - Sanji x Witch!OC

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Delicate snowflakes drifted through chilly air, nestling into a glittering sheet aboard the Thousand Sunny. The usually colorful ship was covered in ivory powder; each mast, railing, rooftop, and tangerine tree shone bright white against the endless expanse of blue sea.

“Come on, Vera!” Luffy’s boisterous voice broke through the witch’s thoughts as he ran onto the now covered lawn deck. “Let’s make snow angels!”

The boy flopped onto the floor before getting a response, his arms flailing wildly as he created a haphazard angel. His giggles were contagious, eliciting an eruption of laughter to bubble out of the witch before she joined her captain.

Without a care in the world, the two played like children on a snow day. It wasn’t long before their crewmates joined in their festivities. 

First, they created snowmen. Chopper’s was actually a snow reindeer, its misshapen head adorned with the doctor’s own hat. Usopp had crafted a warrior from the snow, its white shield adorned with a painted slingshot. Franky had somehow crafted a huge replica of himself - where he’d gotten all that snow from, Vera could only guess. Brook’s snow skeleton held a pair of panties, a smile on its boney face.

Wait.

Vera snatched the purple fabric with a scowl, using her magic to transport the article away. “How did you even get those?!” 

“Yo-ho-ho!” The musician held up his hands in mock surrender, inching backwards from the irate woman. “They were in the laundry this morning. But can you really blame me? Such a soft shade of lilac and beautiful handcrafted lace. I couldn’t help myself!”

The witch glared daggers at the skeletal man, debating with herself whether or not to punch him. Would it even hurt him if she did?

Eventually, she sighed and released her clenched fist. “Keep your hands off my underwear!” She shouted before stomping away, leaving Brook to chuckle lightly.

As she marched across the deck, ready to head inside, a snowball flew through the air and narrowly missed her. The white powder sprayed into the sea upon impact with the railing. Vera turned to see who had thrown the thing her way just in time for another to hit her straight in the face.

Vera wiped away the melting snow with gloved hands, her pale skin bright red where it had made contact. She bent down and quickly made a snowball of her own, prepaying to throw. “Whoever did that, you’re dead.”

The group chased each other around Sunny's deck, hurling snowballs at one another. Most missed, but everyone had a joyous time. Laughter and excited shouts filled the air.

A puff of smoke wafted towards the sky as the kitchen’s double doors opened onto the scene. A certain blonde chef emerged with a smile on his face and a tray of steaming beverages in hand. “I made hot cocoa for everyone. I’m sure you’re all col-“

A snowball hurtled towards Sanji, smacking the tray out of his hands. Hot liquid sprayed onto his shirt and pants, melting the snow into a puddle of brown at his feet.

“Goddamnit, Luffy!” The cook yelled, throwing the tray down in annoyance. Metal clanged, causing the broken porcelain to dance for a moment. “I just got this shirt at the last island! Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of silk?!”

Their captain rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, Sanji.”

The blonde’s chest was visible through the stains in his shirt - why he chose to wear such thin fabric during a winter snow flurry was a mystery. Vera took a moment to admire the sculpted muscles of his chest before she shook her head, pushing away her impure thoughts.

Rushing forward, she placed a hand just above the cook’s damp shirt. With a whispered spell, the liquid vanished - a dry and stain free outfit left behind. 

“Oh, Vera!” Sanji’s eyes lit up with hearts, his hands clasped together as he twirled about the girl. “You have my deepest gratitude!” He then fell to his knees, reintroducing his pants to the spilled beverages. “Your kindness is that of a goddess! Allow me to worship at your feet with tokens of my love!”

Vera could only blush, insisting that Sanji’s proclamations were much too grandiose for simply removing a stain from his clothing. Once she’d managed to calm him down enough, the blonde returned to his feet after picking up the now broken mugs and discarded tray.

“Well, if you won’t let me treat you like the magical deity that you are, then please allow me to offer you the first taste of the gingerbread cookies I just finished baking.”

At the promise of sweets, the witch’s face lit up. “That sounds wonderful!” Excitement took hold of her body, exploding outward as she made happy little stomps of her feet upon the snowy deck.

“I want cookies too!” Luffy had joined the pair on the way to the kitchen, his voice winey as he begged for a bit of the aforementioned treats.

“No, Luffy.” Sanji scolded his captain whilst holding open the kitchen’s door for Vera to pass through. “They’re for the Christmas party tonight. I’m only giving Vera one as thanks for helping me out.”

“Aww!” The brunette boy slouched in defeat, his form appearing deflated. “That’s no fair! I’m the captain, so I should get a cookie too!”

“You’re the same idiot who threw a snowball at me!” The cook growled through gritted teeth, the smoke puffing from his cigarette mirroring his ears. “You’ll get plenty of snacks during the party!”

With that, Sanji had entered the kitchen and allowed the door to slam shut, leaving Luffy outside with his remaining nakama.

“He sure is a handful.” Vera spoke with her mouth full, a headless gingerbread man held in calloused fingers. Swallowing, she reached for a glass of milk she’d poured while the two men were bickering.

“How is it?” Sanji smiled at the crumbs which dotted the corners of Vera’s lips as she brought the glass of milk to them.

“Really good.” She nodded to the tray of cookies before her. “They’ll be a hit at the party.”

“Thanks.” The cook moved closer to his companion, her seated position at one of the bartop’s stools causing him to appear taller than usual. 

“Your compliments always mean the world to me.” His voice was soft as he came closer, leaning down to just above her eye level before raising a slender hand towards her face. The blush that overtook Vera’s features was darker than even the chill winter air could have caused as Sanji’s thumb came to rest at the corner of her mouth.

Their skin only met for less than a second, but the sensation was as though bolts of lightning had erupted through her very being. When his thumb retreated, three crumbs of gingerbread clung to the skin. Without a moment's hesitation, Sanji brought the digit to his own lips. He held Vera’s gaze as he took the thumb into his mouth before removing it with a satisfying pop.

“You’re right.” He spoke with a smirk, his tone having become ever so slightly husky in their close proximity. “That was delicious.”

Vera was frozen. She could have died right there and been at peace - the most blissful she’d ever known herself to be. And yet she longed for more. 

Without a word, the witch leaned forward, her head tilting up to mirror his downturned gaze. Sensing her intentions, Sanji moved too - their movements in unison as the pair inched closer together. Smells of tobacco and exotic spices enveloped Vera’s senses, a hypnotic lull bringing her ever closer to her lip’s desire.

“Sanji!” 

Luffy’s voice broke the two from their trance, the pair bolting to attention before their captain. “I can’t wait until the party! Make me a snack!”

The cook erupted into another rant directed at the would-be pirate king, eliciting giggles from behind the witch’s raised hand.

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 7

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He finds her packing things.

He feels stupid, holding the strange parchment paper in which Itza wrote the spell on and knowing that she will unravel the paper to find his mother’s bracelet there.

K’uk’ulkan comes bearing gifts and she is leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asks as she hums along to some song in Spanish in a long black skirt and flowery lilac blouse.

Every time he comes to see her Eva is wearing more clothes than the previous time.

They dress so oddly, he thinks. She would look better in Talokanil clothes, no strange undergarments, no rows of buttons or clasps to get past of.

Her hair is braided and tied with a black ribbon. Ch'ah prefers it loose, to see her dark brown hair fall down her back, to brush it aside as he kissed the freckles on her neck and shoulders.

“If I get my way, Yucatan, a certain hacienda by the sea under a false name. If my family overrides my wishes, England in a landlocked city where I only know three people and will be married off to a man I've never met.” His witch answered and carefully put books in a box.

The mention of anyone else having her displeased him.

He was a selfish man when it came to love; he could admit to it.

He didn’t love her, and yet the idea of another man touching her and loving her angered him.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Ch’ah.” His witch, his woman says bemused as she pauses and takes out a book from the box and setting it back on the table.

It was her favorite, a novel she knew by heart.

There is a file on the table by her. The information of the man they want her to marry.

A white man, a white man who is a proven warrior and would provide her with a home and security.

The man who will live life knowing he will be second best.

Or the man who will make her forget you, a voice said as he tossed the file back in its place.

“In Talokan it is treason to take the king’s property.” He is possessive of her, not jealous. No why would he be jealous of surface-dwelling mortal man across the sea.

“Am I your property now, oh great K’uk’ulkan?” She turns to face him, not indignant of the word he used, but teasing him about his sudden possessiveness of her, a woman he has only known for six or seven days.

“You aren’t, Eva. I would never reduce you to chattel.” He answered honestly.

No, Eva could never be that. For a surface dweller, she was almost equal to him.

A soldier, a witch, a spy.

She thrived no matter how impossible her circumstances became as they changed because of the revolution.

Had she been Talokanil she would be one of his advisors, perhaps he will make her an advisor, her skills could be put to good use.

And you would get to be with her in the open with no one to stop the two of you, he can hear Itza say.

“I know,” the witch assured him she wasn’t insulted by his words. “Besides, if you ever do consider me property, I will demand that I would be able to say the same.”

K’uk’ulkan, God King of Talokan and maker of the sun, is left stunned by her words.

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Oh shit.

She made it weird.

Eva could laugh and say it’s a joke, but she knows she won’t get away with it.

No, how can you take back coming onto a man you truly like knowing your relationship is based on her being shamelessly vulnerable with him and earth-shattering sex.

“I have a gift for you.” He says, nothing except a slight flash of surprise in his eyes betraying his reaction to her words.

She takes it with great care, unfurling the roll and barely catching the ancient bracelet as it falls to the ground.

It is his mother’s bracelet, made with the fibers of the plant that made him and his people the way they were. She wore it until she breathed her last, removing it from her own wrist and giving it to her only child.

This is more serious than her coming on to him.

He may as well be proposing marriage to her.

“It is beautiful, Ch’ah. I can feel the love your mother had for you and your people in every bead, every stone. Your name is carved here, isn’t it?” she lovingly studied the bracelet, loving every detail of it. Whoever made it had known his mother very well.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.” The witch pronounced his name just as he taught her as she read the carvings and the tips of his ears turned red.

Eva wouldn’t mind marrying Ch’ah, she thinks.

Handsome, thoughtful, better than any man she’s ever known.

“May I?” he asks and she nods, extending her wrist so he may fasten it.

The gesture is intimate, more so than the nights they have spent together in a tangle of limbs.

He is gentle, so gentle and sweet with her that the young witch knows she will love this man till her last breath.

And he knows it too, she can tell as they stand there just breathing the same air, his warm hands tenderly holding her wrist and leaning in as if to kiss her.

And just like that first night, she takes the initiative and kissed him like she might die if she doesn’t.

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K’uk’ulkan knows for sure that Itza never intended for Eva to try this spell wearing only her strange undergarments, the bracelet and his pearls.

She has a tub, a porcelain thing big enough for two. He sits beside it and stands by in case the spell fails.

And it has, four times. Eva tweaks the runes and casts them on her skin again before submerging herself completely in the ocean thinking it was the water.

Just like the four times before it only works until the runes fall apart from the water.

“You’re going to kill yourself.” He points out the obvious as she resurfaced and held onto him for dear life.

“I’m going to die anyways, Ch’ah. This is my only chance.” She says stubbornly. “Tell me about Itza, are her runes on her skin or over something else?”

“Jade necklace around her gills.” He answered as both king and witch came to the same conclusion.

The sixth try is unsuccessful when cast the spell on his pearl necklace and he refuses to let her try again.

“Would you let me cast the runes on your mother’s bracelet?” Eva asks once they get back to the beach and tries to convince him to let her try one more time.

Sure enough, on the seventh try Itza’s spell works and once again the bracelet saves the life of its wearer.

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Chapter 6.

Welcome the chapter 6 the one where Darius and the reader finally do things,

CW: shit gets steamy, but no actual smut happens yet, I'm saving that for later ;)

enjoy this and I'll see you when chapter 7 eventually comes out.

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Living with the Abominations Covenhead was.... interesting to say the least.

You did your duties all the same, you went to meetings, made up Darius' schedules, booked his appointments, even did the housework, but Darius began to get a little more, affectionate, with you as of lately.

It started off tame enough, pet names instead of your actual name, standing a little closer to you than usual, constant praise and compliments, and then it became lingering touches, late night talks and longing looks.

But today, really set a different tone to what you believed was a strictly professional relationship.

"Here, I've got a gift for you." A lilac box with a deep purple bow was placed in front of you, the covenhead waiting patiently for you to open it, hand behind his back.

"Oh, thank you." You stutter, quickly taking the box and pulling the ribbon off, inside was a beautiful mauve cloak with gold embroidery at the bottom, you were shocked by the extremely generous gift, "I- Headwitch this is beautiful, are you sure you want me to have it?"

"Of course, something told me you'd like it and I guess they were right." He grinned at you before moving around the desk to stand you up, "Come on up you get, you need to try it on!"

You laugh in shock as you're hauled to your feet by Darius and the cloak is tied securely to you, Darius turns you in a circle, "Oh, beautiful, you look stunning darling."

Your faced darkened as you laughed embarrassed, "Darius stop, thank you for the cloak, but only for the cloak, I don't appreciate the compliments you know I don't."

The Headwitch leaned on your desk and sighed, "Oh one day I'll get you to appreciate my compliments, maybe you'll even give me one back?"

"In your dreams." You challenged with a smile.

That night you had been invited to dinner with your brother and his family and while you were sat in the main room with your nieces and nephew, Amity rolled over to you and stared at you.

You glanced down at the witch suspiciously, "What's up Mittens?"

"I heard a bit of gossip recently", she began moving closer to you, "Do you want to hear it?"

You nod, never one to deny gossip.

"Well, the rumours is that you and Headwitch Darius are in a relationship, is it true?"

You blink twice, "Uh, it isn't, where'd you hear that from?"

She shrugged, "just some kids at Hexside, but you and Darius would make a really cute couple, just saying."

You laugh and feel your face get warm, "Really? I don't know, maybe."

It was a nice thought, and something that could happen.

'It could happen', you thought to yourself.

The next day you and Darius were working in silence when you suddenly asked, "Who chose the layout of the Coven House?"

Darius glanced up at you quizzically, "I did, why do you like it?"

You hummed, "Opposite actually, I think its horrendous."

You grin to yourself as you hear him gasp in offense, "Excuse you! This is the most glamorous Coven building, it is filled with the finest-"

You laugh loudly as Darius scowls at you, "its so easy to get you riled up, it's funny." You lean back in your chair and smile at him, "I don't think it's horrendous, the majority of the Coven is beautiful, your office however is a modern catastrophe, nothing here matches with the rest of the Coven's aesthetic."

"Oh and you know so much about interior decorating do you?" Darius stood from his desk moved to yours, leaning on the dark wooden desk, "Then go on my darling, enlighten me."

"I know about interior decorating because that's what I did before I became your assistant, and I don't want you to change anything, your office is so very you, it just sticks out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the place, but I do like some parts of it."

The Covenhead raised an eyebrow in interest, "Oh? And which parts may that be?"

You suddenly felt very brave as you rose from your chair and leaned closer to him, "Well for one, I like you, and that couch."

Darius' eyes widened in shock before a smirk rested on his face, "Oh, do you now? Well, I can think of a few things we could do on the couch, if you'd like?"

You didn't say anything, just pulled him closer and pressed your lips to his, he immediately kissed back, groaning into your mouth, his hands resting on your waist.

You pulled back slightly and whispered a quiet "couch" before you lifted up and placed onto the plush seating, Darius pressing kisses onto your face and neck the entire time.

You made quick work of your buttoned shirt, practically ripping the fabric off of you and throwing it down, and Darius dove down to kiss and lick at the now exposed skin, you were becoming a moaning mess beneath him as he trailed lower and lower to the edge of your trousers, when suddenly the door to his office swung open.

"Holy Titan!", Hunter had walked in.

"Oh sweet Titan!" You yelled and wrapped your arms around yourself.

Darius had quickly summoned a wall of abomination matter and slammed the door shut, "Hunter! Get out!"

The two sat in silence for a moment before Darius rubbed a hand down his face, "Fuck, well, I guess were done that for the moment, now I've got to deal with my son."

He stood up and handed you your shirt, with you put on just as fast as you took it off, "lets try not to get interrupted next time, yeah?" You couldn't tell if you were joking or not, but the smile Darius gave you all but confirmed that your little couch session was far from over.

You watched him walk out of the office and look down at Hunter before he shut the door and you were left alone.

"Fuck", you whispered, "I'm in love with him."

[v1naco]

Star Wars Masterlist

Not my work, credits to authors

Kylo Ren- Ben Swolo

OneShots

SFW

Separate Ways    Locked   Thunder    Journey    Over Night   A Surprise  

Smut

Instructions    Unexplored Territory    

Series

Captive One, two, three, four, five

Like Phantoms 

Werewolf AU- Circus 

My King

ZA AU- Let the Past Die

The Flowergirl

Cannon Divergent AU 

Aranged Hearts One, Two

Dark Hope

Child of Ren

Knights of Ren

Mandalorian

OneShots-

SFW- May involve angst or blood

Braiding    Shah-Tezh and Keldabe Kisses    Collective’s Affection   I’ll Take Care of You    Infinite Ego   More of Us   Shine and Polish  Courting    Bad Lier    Antidote    Things we Reveal in the Dark   His World    Touch

 Smut- Ahhh Sweet Therapy

Such A Good Listener      Ignite

Hold Me Down

More. Mine

Distracted 

Series (*need to read)

*The Way Back to You: one, two, three

Way of the Force S1   S2

The Heir: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Narudar S1  S2

Ka’ra

Strawberry one, two, three, four, five, 

No Time to Die

Coming To Your Senses

Lilac Witch:  Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3     Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6    Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9   Chapter 10?   Chapter 11?   Chapter 12?

Silver Memories: Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3    Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6?   Chapter 7?   Chapter 8?

Anakin Skywalker

One Shots

SFW

Smut

Bloodless Galaxy 

Series

[the-hufflepuff-cupcake]

Chapter One

" I was Seven and you were Nine I looked at you like the stars that shined, like pretty lights."

"Daddy! When can Dora and me go meet our new neighbors?" A seqven year old Lilac Tonks asks her father "Soon Lils" Dora says as she was carying a box from the car. Lilac had been jumping up and down from the excitement. Her hair had changed from its original light brown to a very bright yellow which was usually the color that it turned when she was super excited. "Okay Lilac, are you ready? " my older sister asks. "YES let's go!!" She yells while grabbing her older sisters hand and trying to drag her to the funny looking house with all the red headed kids playing outside. "Dora! I'm so excited to meet them! Do you think their nice? Are they going to like me? " Lilac asked all these questions so fast her sister barley understood a word of it. "Lil, take a breath with me okay? Breath in breath out. Good. Now I'm sure they'll love you hun. Just be yourself. " Nymphadora smiled at her little sister. The two headed over to thier neighbors house the closer they got the more they could see the old house with a bunch of different floors added onto it. It looked a little funny but once the girls saw all of the children running around playing in the front yard the youngest of the two looked up at the then 14 year old and smiled a big smile " Can I please go and play?" She asked " of course you can dear," Their mother had said behind them right next to thier father. Nymphadora had been holding onto the younger girls hand and smiled at her as she ran up to a boy who looked to be around her age who looked like he was playing wizards chess by himself. "Hi, I'm Lilac Tonks we're your new neighbors! Can I play with you? " "Hi I'm Ron! Do you know how to play wizards chess?" Lilac had nodded enthusiastically and sat down to play. Nymphadora had noticed three of the boys from school. One had graduated just recently, another was in her year and the other was 2 years younger than her. All of them had been put into Gryffindor. She smiled at the boy in her year and waved walking over to him and talking about how quiditch was going. Both sets of parents had started talking on the porch. " Georgie! Come look at this!" A boy with flaming red hair (like the rest of the family)and freckles and an identical boy had come up to Ron and Lilac. " Well Freddy looks like ikle Ronniekins has found himself a girlfriend!" The one that had just come up to the three of them had said. Lilac had been paying them no mind until George had said that. Once she did though she had looked right into his eyes they looked just like pools of chocolate and the freckles across his face along with his bright red hair made him look so pretty, his eyes shined when the sun hit them just right. Lilac hadn't noticed but her hair had turned a very odd shade of pink and purple when she looked at George Weasley. Her mother, sister and even her father had seen the way she looked at him the first time. It was like looking at the stars in the sky or pretty lights. George had been staring at the younger girl he liked her blue eyes and the way her hair changed colors. And from then on The Weasleys and the Tonks' had become great friends.

Our Daddys used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love. Our Mama's smiled and rolled thier eyes and said Oh my my my..."

It's been a little over a month sense the Tonks family had moved in next door to the Weasleys. In one week Nymphadora will be going back to hogwarts along with Charlie and Percy. All of the the other kids weren't old enough to go to the school of witch craft and wizardry yet. Lilac had learned that the weasleys had 7 children all together and they only had one girl who was 1 year younger than her. Ron was the same age as her and the twins were 2 years older than them. "Hey Lils! You want to come play tag with me and Freddy?" A Nine year old George had asked her. The seven year old had smiled brightly and nodded enthusiastically while her hair turned from its natural brown to a very bright yellow talking to the older boy. Their parents had noticed that whenever the two talked or played together that her hair would stay that way for the rest of the day. As they were playing tag George had been chasing the seven year old he and her were both giggling as he tried to catch up to her she smiled while screaming and trying to get away. Once he finally got to her he yelled "Tag you're it!!" And ran in the opposite direction Lilac turned around and tried chasing him again until she saw Ron running closer to her she giggled and tagged him forcing him to play with them. Ron pouted after she ran away yelling " No tag backs!" Ron caught up to one of the twins and tagged them this twin ran after Lilac again. " Do you think they'll get married one day?" Edward asked the other three parents sitting with him. " Oh I bet the will, they'll grow up and fall in love." Aurther had replied. Both of the mothers looked at each other and rolled their eyes saying "oh my my my." Watching The youngest Tonks and the younger of the Weasley twins.

[violet-knox]

Unspeakable Failures

Year 7 - Chapter 55

Summary: After failing your in-class potion, Severus takes it upon himself to help you perfect it after class.

Word count: 3109

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1 

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Of course, Slughorn had to make a spectacle, praising the success of some of his students. Of course, he had to pick one of the hardest potions to brew today of all days. And of course, your potion had to turn out looking like troll’s dinner. You’d decided the world had it out for you. It was the only reasonable explanation really. After the mishap in Defense, the wanker calling himself your professor setting half the class on fire and sending the Keeper you’d been tirelessly training the last few weeks to the infirmary, the last thing you needed was a failing grade. Madam Pomfrey had naturally pushed you out when you tried to see how bad the damage was, telling you visiting hours were to be set tomorrow after lunch so you couldn’t even determine whether you needed to find a replacement for the upcoming game or not.

You’d once been on top of your studies and yes Slughorn still invited you to his little ‘Slug Club’ gatherings, but it was clear he thought very little of your academic achievements, his comments always focused on Quidditch. I look forward to seeing you on a broom again (Y/N). What a shame you can’t show off your talent this year with Quidditch replaced by the Triwizard Tournament. You must be focusing quite a lot of your time on your duties as Captain this year (Y/N).

Give me a break. 

You were much more valuable a student than he perceived, and he’d be sorry for underestimating you one day. He’d regret not acknowledge Severus’ clear and natural talent in his class and you’d both grow to have tremendously successful careers, one that was far away from this man.

“I talked to Slughorn.” Your eyes shot up as you turned to watch Severus leave the potions classroom. Uncrossing your arms, you shifted your weight to your feet and let out a small gasp when you realized your hip had gone numb from the leaning position you’d put yourself in while waiting for Severus the last ten minutes. “He agreed to let us use the classroom but he wants to supervise. I don’t think he will ever trust us again after we trashed his classroom in our fifth year.”

The memory of the fun you had back then flashed through your mind, bringing a slight smile to your face. Still, your bitterness of today's events tugged your lips back down in protest. “We cleaned it up,” you mumbled, pressing your lips together and bringing your gaze back down to the ground. “Well, most of it.”

Severus leaned his head to the side, examining the grim expression on your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he stepped forward, slipping his hands under your robe and around your waist.  

“Nothing,” you said, gently resting your hands over his arms, your eyes determined to keep your hardship from him. “It’s just been a long day.”

Your voice was shriveled. Small and weak like life had beaten you to the brim of intolerance. He couldn’t bear seeing you this way. His heart tugged and ached as the seconds passed, your sadness resonating within him.

“Is this about what happened to Trevor?” he spoke gently, his fingers curling under your chin, bringing your gaze back up. You looked at him, worry and stress swimming in your eyes. He’d fall right into them if it weren’t for his feet keeping him grounded. “He’ll be fine (Y/N). He’s got loads of time to recover before your first game.”

You melted into his touch, like the simple gift of his words had erased your troubles and left you with nothing but love and comfort. And that was all you felt when your eyes met his, your smile slowly growing back, staying steady as he eased your mind with a mere look. 

“I hope you’re right,” you whispered back, not daring to break your gaze and let go of the lifeline he’d thrown you.

“Come on,” he said, releasing his left hand as his right went to grab yours. “This shouldn’t take long, you were pretty close to getting it right in class.”

“Severus, my potion was foggy!” you said as you reached down to grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder. “And clumpy!” you added, disgusted by your own creation. “You’re just trying to be nice because you love me.”

“That’s not true.” 

“Please. If it were anyone else, you’d be making fun of them and you know it!” You pointed your index finger at his chest as if to make a point. 

Severus smirked, gazing at you in admiration before quickly leaning in to peck you on the cheek. It surprised him sometimes how you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. You were right of course, because if Potter had brewed the monstrosity you’d created, he’d be on the floor laughing until the sun rose the next day. But it wasn’t him who’d failed their potion today, it was you, and he’d mentally given you an out to explain why you’d done so poorly, brushing it off as stress. Perhaps it was his love for you that excused your sudden downfall in such a simple subject. One you’d both studied so often together, he never thought it possible to see you fail so spectacularly. 

Opening the door to the classroom, he let go of your hand as you walked in first before he followed behind you. The room still reeked of death; the stench of unwashed cauldrons all seeping together to form quite the unspeakable smell. It was all the more justifying if you were to be forced to brew your make-up potion in such conditions.

“(Y/N). Severus.” Professor Slughorn greeted you both from his desk, his tone as unwelcoming as you’d expected. “You’re welcome to the ingredients in the back, and you can set up your cauldron here,” he pointed at the desk directly in front of him and you looked at Severus with a nervous glance. 

Slughorn had been a lot colder towards you since he found jars of ingredients vanished the last time you’d asked to use his classroom for an impromptu potions tutoring session, and it unnerved you. So, you weren’t exactly surprised to hear his intention to supervise your use of his classroom, nor were you shocked when he’d insisted you brew your potion directly in front of him, not that the extra pressure bothered you or anything. 

Severus set his bag down, encouraging you to do the same as you both took a seat. You followed his lead, taking out your textbook and began searching for the correct page when Severus stopped you.

“Here, use mine,” he said as he slid his open book towards you. You peered down and saw the familiar instructions for Draught of Living Death, only Severus had scribbled all over the pages to the point where it was difficult for you to read what had been printed on the textbook. 

“Severus, I can barely read the instructions,” you whispered.

“Read my notes, they’ll help you understand the potion rather than memorize a set of instructions.”

You did as you were told and began brewing the potion, his notes proving a bit difficult to decipher though you found his method much simpler than the one you’d followed during class. Severus kindly gathered all the ingredients you needed, handing them to you as you followed along, correcting your cutting method or your stirring technique every now and then, his due diligence and ability to stand silently as you brewed your potion surprising you. Though your potion was in a much better state than before, you knew it wasn’t perfect, at least compared to how Severus’ looked, and you knew it must have taken quite the stamina to keep from snatching the ladle from your hand and brewing it himself. 

Carefully pour the Sopophorous bean’s juice into the cauldron. 

Half way. You were already half way through the potion and you’d barely been brewing for a half hour. You picked up the small bowl of Sopophorous bean juice which was now filled to the rim after Severus had instructed you to crush them with your knife rather than cut them. Careful not to spill, you hovered it over your cauldron and began to slowly pour it into your mixture, aiming to evenly distribute it into your cauldron. A smile beamed across your face as you stirred your potion, the charcoal colour decimating into a much softer lilac.

“Stop!” Severus suddenly reached out, grabbing your hand before you continued stirring. “You’ve stirred seven times anticlockwise already. Now stir once clockwise and add your cut up Valerian root.”

You nodded your head, following his instructions as you mentally kicked yourself for letting the colour of the potion distract your brewing. “Remind me again why we stir once clockwise?” 

Severus took a seat and watched you carefully before answering your question. “It helps the potion settle. You’ve stirred seven times in one direction, so giving it a stir in the opposite direction helps prevent it from being overly stirred.” 

You shot him a quick smile as you picked up your ladle once more, ready to stir the potion correctly this time. He was quite the tutor. Catching your every mistake, answering, and even encouraging your questions. His talent for potions was absolutely inspiring, but to see him teach the subject was something to behold. 

Slughorn looked up from his desk and noticed you were nearing the end of your potion as you added the powdered root of asphodel. Deciding to bestow a little faith in you, he cleared his desk of the papers he was grading and turned to address you and Severus.

“I have to step out for a while,” he said “But I see you are almost done, so I’d like you to put away anything you didn’t use and clean up. I trust what happened last time won’t happen again.”

“Yes sir,” you nodded with a smile. 

“Good,” he mumbled as he quickly peered over your cauldron. He still seemed hesitant to trust you, but he had to realize by now you were in your seventh year. No longer were you a moody fifteen-year-old, but a grown witch who’d matured quite the handful over the last two years. “Your potion making has greatly improved,” he stated simply before straightening up, ready to head out the door.

“Thank you, sir,” you watched as he left, shutting the door behind him. 

Severus smirked as his eyes followed his Professor, finally giving him a moment alone with you. He’d been breathing down both your necks all evening and Severus was inches away from risking his graduation just to drown Slughorn in your unfinished potion. 

Severus walked up behind you, placing a hand on your hip as he reached for the ladle in your hand. “You’re stirring too slow,” he said as he led your hand in a clockwise motion. “Remember, every stir should only take about two and a half seconds.” 

You leaned back and grinned as you felt him pressed against your back, his hand tightening around your hip. You continued to stir as you adapted to Severus’ speed, until the concoction finally cleared. Letting the potion drip from the ladle, you held it above the cauldron before setting it aside.

Severus peeked at the clock before gripping your hips and pulling you closer. He slipped his left arm around your waist, tightly holding you in place as his right went to swipe your hair to one side, his lips pressed gently against the crock of your neck. You giggled as you placed your hands over his arm, your left foot between his, standing on its toes. Shifting your body weight, you tried to turn and face him, but his grip on you was so tight, you were barely able to squirm in place. “Your potion looks nearly perfect,” he mumbled as he peppered you with kisses. 

You smiled as your eyes shut in delight, your head tilting to give him more access. “Because of you,” you whispered. “Thanks for helping me Sev. You’re absolutely brilliant.”

“Anything for you.” His breath tickled the back of your ear as he continued showering you with sweet touches.

You never felt like you could praise him enough. The duty of showering him with love and support had fallen so heavily on you after you’d watched everyone in his life underestimate and undermine his abilities. But it never felt like a burden, nor would it ever be. He deserved to hear how amazing a wizard and how magnificent a boyfriend he was. He had his downs of course, but nothing he ever did warranted such lack of compassion from those in his life that were meant to love and care for him. Nothing would have warranted the neglect from his mother, the abuse from his father, the dismissal from his teachers, the abandonment from his childhood friend. 

The sound of the door suddenly swinging open had your heart stop. Severus flung himself back, peeling away from you as you both turned your attention to the intruder. 

“Forgot a few parchments,” Slughorn said as he made his way to his desk. “Looks like you’re about ready to add your last slice of Valerian root,” he stated as he looked into your cauldron. You gave him that polite smile you’d perfected for him over the last few years and nodded your head in gratitude as he shot you a simple congratulations for succeeding in your second attempt before quickly shuffling out of the classroom and slamming the door behind him. 

You looked over at Severus and saw him shuffling around uncomfortably with his hair sweeping across his face. His cheeks no doubt as flushed as it was when McGonagall had almost caught you both in the dark corner of the library making out a few weeks ago. He began putting away ingredients as you reached for the jar of Valerian roots. Once you saw your potion turn a pale pink colour, you turned off your burner and set the cauldron aside before making your way over to the shelves, putting away the last jar on your table. 

After pushing it into place, you spotted Severus carelessly adjusting the jars on the shelves so the labels were facing outwards. You giggled as you watched the tension in his body rise. Stepping forward, you placed a hand on his shoulder and quickly turned him to face you, gently pushing him against the adjacent wall. You bit your lip as they stretched into a smile when you lifted his chin and saw his cherry coloured cheeks. Brushing away his hair, you looked into his eyes and found nothing but fear and embarrassment. It was far past adorable how childish he could be when it came to private moments with you. 

Failing at capturing his gaze as his eyes bolted down, you collided your lips with his and felt him relax under your touch. You tangled one hand in his hair while the other rested over his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. He hesitated before placing his hands around your waist, slowly moving them to your lower back as his lips finally began moving against yours. You leaned up on your toes and slid your tongue past his lips, exploring the inside of his mouth. A soft moan escaped him as your tongues danced, only parting when the need for air was too great. 

Severus kept his eyes closed a moment after, letting his worries slip away as he focused on your touch. Your foreheads met and you both revealed in the moment, wanting nothing more than for it to last longer than all the others. 

“What was that for?” he whispered as he opened his eyes. His voice cracked from speaking so low which only had your smile stretching further from ear to ear.

“A thank you for helping me with my potion,” you shrugged as you rested your hands on his chest. 

“Well if that’s the reward I’d get for helping you with a potion,” he said with a smirk, “I wonder what you’d give me if I wrote your Defense essays for the rest of the year.”

You giggled as you moved your hands to the nape of his neck. “Not nearly enough if you took my N.E.W.Ts for me,” you joked, quickly pecking his lips one last time before stepping back and making your way back over to your cauldron. 

“But, if you’re offering, maybe you could help me with my Liquid Luck potion tomorrow?”

Severus let out a slight huff before crossing his arms, watching you bottle a sample of your potion before vanishing the rest. “No,” he said. 

“N-no?” you asked, pausing your task to look back at him as your brows furrowed in worry. Had you offended him? Did he think you were taking advantage of his talents?

Severus took a few steps forward and leaned against the table before explaining himself. “Neither of us will have time for that because I’m taking you to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

You smiled at him as you finished packing up. “Is that so? I don’t remember you asking me to go.”

“That’s because you have no choice. You’re going.” He threw his bag over his shoulder and waited for you to do the same. 

“What if I say no?” you teased, snaking your hands around his waist as he began slowly running his hands up and down your arms, his soothing touch having you melt into him once more.

“Sorry love, you don’t have the option to say no.” 

You smirked at his commanding tone, secretly loving that dominant side of his. 

“And why not?”

“Because, the way I see it, you owe me a date to make up for the lack of alone time we got today,” he said before stepping away and motioning to head out the door. “Besides, you’ve been working non-stop for the last few weeks, I think it’s time for a break.”

You followed him to the door after placing your vial of Draught of Living Death on Slughorn's desk and thought back to all the times you had directed those same words to him. Most people would learn to take care of themselves as they grow, but when it came to the two of you, you’d always look after one another rather than do the sensible thing of looking after yourselves. It was endearing how well you both worried over each other, doing nothing less than demand the best for the other, only bringing you closer together as one.

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Next Chapter

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[ladyemberswrites]

“A Touch Is All I Ask”

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Summary: Allura and Company haul the Stranger to the Castle Ship.

Rating: T and Up 

Words: 3k 

Chapters: 2/? 

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Can read here on my Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20626235/chapters/49759931#workskin

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“This guy is huge!” understatement of the millennium. This man, this stranger, must be at least around 7 feet tall and weighs a bloody ton being all hard, thick muscle and equally hefty armor. Despite her altean strength and Keith’s galra it took everyone to fly him back to Blue, only for them to rinse and repeat as they had to haul him to the castle’s infirmary. Even with the aid of the hanger room’s emergency gurney, he’s still far too heavy for one person to carry.

However, that’s the least of her issues at the moment, as his sudden arrival causes a massive commotion among the rebels and the castle staff going about their day. Both morbidly curious and confused everyone wants to know what in Altea's name is going on. But, a bark from a very disgruntled Nanny has them all fleeing back to their stations.

“What in ancient’s name is going-” her hard eyes flicker to the Stranger’s unconscious body, her mouth clamping shut and her face scrunches in displeasure. Allura braces herself for a full-on scolding, but luckily, her governess held her tongue and left without a fuss to ensure that the staff isn’t lazing off on their duties in spite of the chaos. Doubtful, Allura thought, annoyed; by the time lunch comes around gossip and rumors would’ve been spread to every cranny of the ship, probably to every rebel base and colony, if she’s being generous. But, she can bet on it. Another headache down the line for her to deal with.

Yet, she'll just have to worry about it later as her patient upon moving seems to be agitated. His brows and lips twisting in agony and pitiful groans pour from his mouth as sweat billows down his temples.

"Allura!" Coran came scampering down the hall "Princess, your back! I-oh, dear" he halts eyeing the Stranger with a quiet wariness.

"-and whose this fellow?" he twirls his mustache in contemplation, inching a little closer.  

"Don't know" Matt offers, huffing "the Princess found him out in the middle of nowhere-she thinks he might've been spat out the rift."

"The rift!" Coran gapes "that's impossible-"

"Hey, um yeah can we like save the questions for later" Hunk butts in his tone straining, sweating profusely.

"Even with a gurney this guy weighs like a ton, and I think my arms are going numb" Pidge grits her teeth.

"Right, right"

"Coran, can you have the nursing staff prepare the examination room, please"

"Right on it, Princess!" He salutes and takes off down the hall.

"Here's an idea" Keith mutters through clenched teeth "can't we just have the cow tow him to the infirmary" he grunts.

"She has a name!"

"I am not getting into an argument with you about a cow, so do everyone a favor and shut up!"

"Straight from the O-so gracious hero's mouth everyone!" He retorts snidely "I'd clap sarcastically, but I'm afraid my hands are occupied at the moment"

“.....And here we go again….” Matt exhales. Hunk sends Pidge a pointed glance marred with annoyance, the young tech can only shake her head and roll her eyes into the back of her skull in exasperation.

"Oh, come on you two" Shiro chides his face falling flat “it’s way too early for this” but his pleas were dead to the wind "guys, come on…"

"Don't bother, Shiro" Pidge grumbles "you're just wasting your breath..."

"-you know what Keith you can kiss my-"

"Enough!" Allura barks her voice echoing off the walls, causing both men to freeze "if you two blockheads don't knock it off I will freeze your lips shut until they fall off your stupid faces! Now, shut it and help me get this man to the infirmary!" She hisses. Their egos wilt under her cold, boring stare.

Swallowing, they nod meekly in her direction "Yes, Ma'am" they murmur in unison. Regardless of their cooled fury, both men cast each other a poisonous glance before readjusting their grip on the gurney.

"Thank you." she spat dryly. The last thing she needs is in their petty squabbling they drop her new charge onto the floor. She had no idea what kind of shape he's in and didn't need these two buffoons making an already tense situation worse. If he is a high-ranking warlord and they accidentally kill him because of ineptitude, she could only imagine how lethal the ramifications might be.

~

It took another 30 minutes to haul him to the examination room. Thankfully, Keith and Lance kept to themselves to lick their own wounds and outright refuse to meet her line of sight, or one another's for the matter. She dislikes the tense air, but better them quiet than wasting time bickering with each other.

“Took you long enough” Fi taps her fingers against her clipboard, the lavender paint of her nails immaculate underneath the bright lighting of the exam room "the nursing staff has everything you need prepared. Although" a lilac brow arches, her head tilting downwards to eye their new guest with a dull glance.

"Nevermind" she sighs, placing a hand on her hip.

"Fi."

"I didn't say anything"

"Ah-huh" she chunters under her breath. Fi didn't need to say anything to make her point; Allura knew how the woman felt about the galra. Her cool yet taunt facade only emphasized her distaste for the situation. However, her gaze never returns to the stranger as her eyes kept on the Princess.

"In any case, Allura, you should probably inform Head Commander Hira of-this" she gestures with a wave of her clipboard.

Oh, right….

"I will. Later"

Fi simply sighs "your funeral then" she mumbles.

"Yeah, yeah" she turns her attention back to her patient "alright, let's get him on the table" she commands the others. They maneuver him through the door, huffing and panting, careful not to clip any part of his body against the threshold.

"We can use a little help here…." Lance grouses in Fi's direction, the woman only crosses her arms around her waist and moves out their way.

"What's the matter lover man? Can't handle the weight"

A vein pops alongside his forehead "I can handle the weight!"

"Lance…" Allura growls.

"Dude, you're making us wobble this guy"

"If that's the case you could carry this man yourself, hm"

"You really just love sucking the life out of everything, witch,  tell me how many gallons of children's tears did you drink to be this refreshed this morning?" Of course, Lance decides, no has to push it because he somehow feels the need to make a comment about everything anything.

Fi's face hardens but only for a minute "Well, aren't you just fine and dandy this morning as well,  lover man? Tell me how's that dry spell coming along?" A smirk curls her lips upon seeing his flushing, sputtering face “I mean we all know women just can’t help themselves around such a stud like you? OR” she taps her lilac lips “am I wrong?”

"I'll have you know, wench, I have dates lined up for the whole week! So suck on that!"

"Lance, shut up" Pidge smacks his shoulder.

“OW!”

"Knock it off the both of you" Allura grumbles "or at least can't you guys wait until we get him on top the table first before biting each others heads off."

"Yeah, yeah"

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, I seem to have lost sight of myself.” Fi curtses“I’ll go and retrieve fresh clothing for the patient and prepare him a room.”

“Thank you, Fi”

“No need for thanks, I am, but your humble servant”

“Oh!” Allura stops her just before she strides out the room “Summon, Lau for me as well. I need her assistance”

“As you wish” she bows again before pivoting on her heel.

"I can't stand that woman…" Lance gripes. Pidge just sighs.

“Dude, you started it…”

“Yeah, well-”

“Can we please put this guy on the table!?” Keith barks “Now. Today. My arms are about to fall off!”

Speaking of headaches….

It took a lot of awkward stirring, a lot more shouting before the Stranger’s fully and finally placed on the table. His groans of pain subside partially due to the fact that everyone isn’t carelessly swinging his unconscious body around.

“Boy, all that haulings got me starving”

“You had two helpings for breakfast”

“You ate just as much as I did, Lance!”

“I’m not the one with the gut….”

“At least I have a girlfriend…”

“Low blow dude, low blow”

“I thought you had piles of girls lined up literally thirsting for your body?” Pidge asks with an arch brow., her voice low and mocking.

"Y'know this isn't how I'd imagine I'd spend my morning" Matt sighs leaning against the wall in exhaustion.

"I think I have a crick in my back" Shiro mutters, massaging his neck.

“You’re way too young to be having back problems, Takashi” Matt heaves.

"-all I know is that I never want to carry another galra ever again, he’s got to be at least 3,000 thousand pounds, yeesh ” Hunk wipes his forehead.

"Speaking of which-" Lance starts "if this guy is some uppity, pompous rich warlord, like Allura said, do you think he'll compensate us for saving his life?"

"Way to keep it, classy, Lance" Keith scowls at him.

"Look I'm just saying we can do with some new perks-"

"Alright, out." Allura snaps her fingers, gesturing towards the door "out all of you I have work to do and I can't do it with you guys in the way.”

“I’m going to take a bath…” Matt stumbles out the room.

“All of yo-" the hiss of the door cuts her off and much to her annoyance the last person she wants to see comes drifting in with his trusty data-pad in hand with the look of utter delight written in his angular face.

Doctor Alibhe smiles, ear to ear "Princess" he nods. She squints at him.

"Ah, good morning, Paladins." The atmosphere darkens and the temperature of the room slowly chills as shivers run up everyone's spines. Keith visibly sweats up a storm and Shiro slowly turns as white as the tuff of hair that sat upon his head.

"Oh, Kogane. Shirogane" his voice is deep. Smooth, polite, but his tone elicits no warmth, just cold dread. The silence before the storm. Hunk's teeth chatters and Pidge’s spine curls, Lance tries to find shelter behind Shiro’s massive frame to avoid the Doctor’s line of sight. If it were possible, it seems that his smile grew wider, his teeth sparkling, startling against the backdrop of his dark skin.

"My favorite patients"

"Actually" he gazes back down to his pad,  pressing a curled fist against his lips "you two have been past due for a checkup-" Keith bolts, shoving himself right pass the doctor in a mad frenzy, while Shiro tries to skid away as calm as possible leaving Lance unguarded.

“Look at the time.” he grins awkwardly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes as his teeth clench together “Got things to do and-um-things to do” he slid away doing everything in his power not to brush against Alibhe on the way out before making a run for it. Allura never saw the former-gladiator run so fast.

"Yeah, I um got things to do. Date with Shay and all. Bye" Hunk took off along with Pidge and Lance following close behind. Alihbe watches them all go his expression never changing.

"They're in a rush," he says after a moment of silence.

"...Gee, I wonder why?" she whispers dryly.

“Hm, what was that?”

“Nothing-nevermind, what exactly are you doing here? You're supposed to be quarantining the Phos Colony”

“Oh, yes. That’s why I'm here. The epidemic has been contained and neuralized and the colony immunized. My work there is done, the doctors of Phos should be able to handle what’s left without extra aid.”

“Oh.”

“I placed the report in your study for review”

“O-oh, well good work than” creepy or not Alibhe is more than efficient in his work.

“Who’s this fellow?” Allura instinctively looks over her shoulder back at her masked patient.

“A new guest.” she snaps her head back around “and I’m treating him, so keep you slimy, shady hands off him,” she orders with a stringent glare.

“I was merely asking a question, nothing more”

“Yeah, right” she whispers walking over to the sink “but, the least you can do since your back is take some samples from him back to the lab. I need to make sure he isn’t carrying anything, we don’t need an epidemic on our hands”

“As you wish” he dips his head. After, she washes and disinfects her hands and wiggles on her gloves Allura approaches her new patient with bated breath. His sheer size overwhelming her, he completely dwarfed her tiny body, to think working alongside of the Mamora she would’ve grown use to their immense size and stature. Afraid not...shaking her head she brings herself back to reality.

“Get a grip, Allura” she murmurs to herself.  First things first, the helmet's gotta go.

Here goes nothing.

It's all or nothing.

She steers around to the head of the examination table, his helmet cold to the touch even with the biodegradable gloves. She cautiously searches for the latch. It took a few minutes of fumbling, but she finds it, her stomach clenches as she presses down on them. It hisses low, and strangely ominous as if she were unlocking some sort dangerous truth. It pops and she slowly slides it off-her breath stills-

-to be greeted by a rather handsome face. A pretty face.

Angular in shape, aristocratic nose, chiseled jaw, long snowy hair, long pretty lashes. Instantly, he reminds her of one of her favorite storybooks, the one about the sleeping princess silent to the world as she slumbers centuries away. Only it's a prince, with tense brows, smooth lilac skin and a face smothered with painful-looking bruises. Upon inspection, they look fresh and swollen, he'll need some ointment to soothe the inflammation. Briefly, she applies the lightest of pressure, his lips tighten in response, teeth click together. However, she can’t figure how the bruises were inflicted. It didn’t look like he was punched or struck, or anything and the skin isn’t scraped or scratched. Did he hit something-

The examination room door whirls open like a whip to the air.

“Princess!” the livid bark of Head Commander Hira has her reeling, her body jerking violently as the severe woman came crashing in unannounced with a cringing, sputtering Coran floundering behind her.

“Hira, please calm yourself this is a hospital! People are resting here!” he hisses at her harshly, holding a finger to his lips.

She shoves him away in irritation “What have you’ve done this time!?”

Allura frowns at the tone “I haven’t done anything other than rescue someone whose life was-is in danger” she replies defensively, folding her arms over chest. Hira's eyes flicker from her to the body of the man lying upon the table. At first nothing, a passive glance that quickly hardens, her thin lips pulling into a sneer.

“He’s galra!” she gestures at him, the disdain in her voice is not hard to miss.

“Wow, so you do have eyes, wanna medal?!"Allura mockingly rose both her brows and the pitch of her voice. She knew she's risking a smack, but she can't seem to help herself.

“If you have enough time to string together sarcastic quips you have enough sense in that head of yours to inform me about unauthorized passengers. Or has being knocked around in that lion of yours slapped the sanity out of you"

"I beg your pardon!?"

“Ladies, please” Coran begs.

“Oh, hush Coran. You're not my heeler”  

“Afraid I don’t have a leash short enough to reel you in” the man mutters readjusting the buttons of his summer coat.

“Let me reiterate, Princess" the commander folds her arms behind her back "you have not only endangered the citizens aboard the ship, but yourself as well by dragging in, not just a galra, but a galra soldier on deck without considering safety procedures. I know it's in your nature to try and nurture those you deem less fortunate, but you cannot keep doing this"

Allura opens and closes her mouth before pressing them together in a tight line; Hira's in tip-top shape today. She didn't know whether she wants to break something over the woman's head or snap, petulant she knew, it's bad enough that Hira and everyone else treats as though she's a child, a dumb, stupid child that needs to be reprimanded and guided or else she'll end up getting her hand stuck in the proverbial cookie jar. But, she knew, she knew that throwing anything at her whether justified in frustration at the condescension would just be used against her, and pretty much proving their point.

Breaking things.

The urge to break burns under her skin along with the quake of her fists. Doing so would at least abate the rage, but Allura knew better, most times, giving into her base emotions isn't going to get her anywhere. Steeling away the instinct to inflame conflict she takes a calming breath and casts Hira a frigid stare.

"I'm not a child, I know that." She's only half-correct, she didn't wake up this morning expecting to rummage an injured man off an asteroid, as did most things, trouble usually came crashing through her door unannounced and most times unwelcomed.

Her cold gaze falls back to the Stranger, well, most times they come in uninvited.  Maybe this time it might be different.

In any case, she rebuffs Hira, ignoring her protests,

"Enemy or not he’s in need of medical aid."

“I should have immediately been informed of this”

"It's not like I wasn't going to" she argues.

"Really?" The woman arches a brow her face and stature impervious, impregnable and to imagine Freya's much worse that Hira could ever hope to be. But, the Valkyrie general is a concern for another day.

"Maybe-Okay!" She relents, throwing her hands up,  her cold shell wavering in the heat of scrutiny "I forgot! Alright, I should have informed you, but it still doesn't mean you can't just barge into my examination room and talk down to me like a baby!" A second hangs and passes before the Head Commander, marginally, deflates. Her shoulders lower, her sneer less prominent and the harsh edge of her eyes soften.

She still isn't happy.

"He'll need to be guarded. No, buts"

"I've already summoned Lau"

"Lau?" The displeasure snaps right back onto her face.

"Yes, Lau. She's more than capable"

"Fine." Irritated the commander rubs the bridge of her nose in tandem "be stubborn if you will, but the moment the slightest thing goes wrong. This castle is under lockdown and he'll, whatever his name is, will be under my jurisdiction. Understood. Princess or not my duty first and foremost is your safety and the safety of Altean citizens. I will not go back on my oaths"

"Right…"

"Also, I want all his belongings confiscated. They'll need to be investigated, I will not budge on the matter"

"Very well"

"Thank you for being cooperative for a change"

Oh, those were fighting words, back to the condescension again. Squeezing her lips together, Allura refrains, it's not a battle worth dying for.

'Just let it go, Allura, just let it go'

'It's not worth it, it's not worth it'

"Rrrrighhttt…." She breathes out trying to reign in her temper. Hira is none the wiser as the woman just bled condescension.

"I'm returning to my station-" she pauses scanning her face for a long, long minute "....and there is nothing else I need to know?"

"Nope."

"Hm. In any case, I'll take my leave" with a bow the commander dismisses herself, the clatter of her heels is like a funeral march beating in her ear.

"Coran?" She snaps her head in his direction.

The man made a face before frantically shaking his head "Don't look at me, Princess, I said not a thing! It was Nanny who blew the whistle."

"Good grief…" she sighs. Truly, unbelievable.

"Nevermind" she pushes a strand behind her ear "As long as she doesn't put the Castle on totalitarian lockdown." Allura mutters under her breath "Coran, just make sure nothing else gets out. Issue a formal report that we have an Empire Soldier in Altean custody."

"Can do, Princess" he salutes "anything else."

"Just keep it vague enough that people don't start causing a fuss"

"This shall be done. No worries" he slips out the room leaving her to the silence. Which she appreciates, however she can't say the same for her pounding migraine. But, she'll worry about it later, returning back to her work. Luckily, the Stranger hardly stirs from his slumber. He's either in a coma or a pretty heavy sleeper; upon that thought, she gently checks his head to find an abrasion centered on the back of his skull. The hair there is tangled and crusted over with old blood, which is odd. The wound here is old while the bruises are fresh.

Frowning, she moves to his side to check his pulse. He's cold to the touch as she presses her fingers to his throat; his pulse is steady but shallow. Allura leans over the table to put her ear to his chest; his heartbeat is the same, steady, but shallow.

He might need a scan, she reaches over to unclasp his cape, the ornament that held it together is blank. She turns it over but nothing gave any hints about his identity. She places them aside to find her flashlight to check his eyes.

Amethyst. His pupils dilate without fail. She checked his ears to find dried blood caked in them, and down his jaw. Strange enough, she didn't find any damage to his eardrums. Infection maybe, she scraped a few samples from both ears.

Now the hard part came-just how did she get his armor off? She stood there albeit aimless as she eyes it with an arduous stare. Scanning him, her eyes fell upon his satchel. The one wrapped around his hip, the one she had forgotten about until this moment. Carefully, she's able to unlatch it. It barely weighs a thing and other than being woven out a material that she isn't quite sure is leather, there's nothing about it that's particularly fascinating, it looks like any old bag to her.

Or maybe it's not the outside that matters, but the inside. Curious, she unbuckles it to discover-

A pencil used to the very nub. An eraser that's seen better days, a rusted canister, and a sketchbook….a leather-bound sketchbook. Placing the rest down, she flips the book around. Nothing's written on the surface or cover, so she pops it open-The the first page nearly punches the breath right out of her, a gorgeous detailed image of a botanical garden all captured in black and white.

"...Amazing" seems her slumbering 'Prince' has some talent under his sleeves. She flips another page, the next being small in scale, various sketchings of planets, flowers, fruit, trees. They were no less impressive, but that isn't what starts to bug her, for whatever reason, there's an old familiarity about them that she can't quite place a finger on. She flips another page and here she finds renderings of people.

A mother and child, some children playing in what she believes is a town square, men of various shapes and sizes, and an old woman by a well.

She's absolutely gentle about turning the pages, but the next turn causes her to freeze. It-

It can't be?

She blinks for a moment unsure, for a moment she believes she's seeing things, that her mind's playing tricks on her again. She blinks and blinks yet the image stays the same.

There's no mistaken that sly smile. The white hair, the clothing, it's Honerva? One of Altea's greatest alchemists rendered so perfectly, so beautifully, drawn so...so real that Allura felt she could practically jump right out the page and transform into flesh and blood right there and then.

But-

Why does this man-why did this man-how could he have drawn her? Honerva's dead, she's been gone for years now, so how? Allura places the book down to squint at him.

"Just how old are you?" She leans over him, bracing all her weight on the table to loom and stare and stare until she realizes how futile the endeavor is "who am I kidding there's no way to know, not like this" she chides herself.

Just as she's about to pull away she sees his eyelids flicker, heard his claws clank against the table, she stills, pausing in her movements until she's met with amethyst again; only this time she's not prying his eyes open.

They open themselves, wide, dilated and centered completely on her.

"Eh….Hello?"

~ 

Comments and Reviews are much appreciated! 

[blueandgoldoffice]

Can you recommend your favorite long completed fics? Besides the work by lazydaizy. (I’ve read all of her fics already)

We do have a tag for that - you could check that one out.

( long fics )

There is also a super easy way to search the archive for finished fics - that have large word counts. Here is a link to the filtered search

Also - here are a few other long and completed fics - there are several by the same author here. I generally try to make varied lists - but it’s been a while since I rec’d these and I make no apologies. Thanks! Happy Reading!  ❤ Jandy

Playlist Amour by @1sleepydormouse (50/50 - T)

Summary: Betty slowly begins to realize that there are only so many times one can have their heart broken before there are too many pieces to pick up alone. Jughead begins to understand that a constant supply of food isn’t the only thing he needs in his life.

Note:  If you haven’t read this one, you need to stop what you’re doing and do it now. It’s what I like to think of as Bughead Required Reading. Comicsverse. Perfection. I promise. Perfect.

i can’t fall in love without you by @thetaoofbetty (25/25 - M)

Summary: “Jesus, Arch, girls aren’t actually Pokemon, you don’t have to collect them all,” Jughead tells Archie as he’s distracted by yet another completely ordinary but objectively attractive female walking by.“Did you just out yourself as a nerd even more?” Archie asks, still looking at the back end of the girl he was watching.“First of all, nerd is term meant to subjugate people with interests considered to be lesser by the people that find them intimidating. And also, I’ll have you know, Jellybean was the one who was into it.”

The Missing and Extended Moments by @litladyloveshp (60/60 - T)

Summary:  Starting before the beginning of the series. Looking over crucial moments in the friendship between Archie and Jughead (in the first couple chapters) and the romantic relationship between Betty and Jughead. Shifts between Jughead and Betty POV.

heart rise above by @onceuponamirror (20/20 - M)

Summary: It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it. Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

Wicked by @writeradamanteve (24/24 - E)

Summary: Her name was Betty Cooper and she was Wicked. Not wicked: evil. Or even wicked: cool. When witches called other witches Wicked, it was said in hushed tones and wary glances. It was said with respect and often in fear. Wicked witches were hated and envied, sometimes coveted, sometimes revered. Not all witches were Wicked, but all Wicked were witches, and they were powerful. Covens wanted them, Slayers killed them.His name was Jughead Jones. And he was a Slayer.

Sweetwater Boundary: A Riverdale Western by @forasecondtherewedwon (15/15 - E)

Summary:  Hear me out. Jughead Jones and Archibald Andrews both care for Elizabeth Cooper. Late 1800s Riverdale ain’t big enough for the both of them. My story reinterprets the characters and certain plot points of season 1 in the style of a literary Western. Pairings: Jughead*Betty, Archie*Cheryl, Veronica*F.P., & Kevin*Joaquin. Also featuring assorted Coopers, Andrews, Blossoms, & Lodges.  

Teenage Talk by darlingdearestdead (13/13 - T)

Summary: At Riverdale High’s ten year reunion, Betty and Jughead are thrust together when a former classmate turns up dead. Future Fic. Au – Betty and Jughead never dated.

Scars by @itsindiansummer13 (20/20 - T)

Summary: When rising photographer Jughead Jones scores a photo shoot with model-of-the-moment Betty Cooper, he expects to use it, simply, to help his career take off. What he doesn’t expect, is to be so enraptured with her beauty.Or for the single shoot to turn into a series of stunning portraits,Or to witness the marks on her palms grow into burns across her skin..What he doesn’t expect either, is to be her salvation.

Drive by @writeradamanteve (20/20 - M)

Summary College AU. When Betty escapes into the Blossom private library during a party, she meets tall, dark, and broody Jughead Jones. She projects a typical neurotic college student persona, but Jughead doesn’t buy it. He knew in his bones that there was more to her than meets the eye.When they share each other’s secrets, it’s electric and they have no idea where it’s going to take them.

Be Lonely With Me by @bughead-is-riverdale  (20/20 - M)

Summary:  A young single mother and a successful author meet at a creative writing class in New York. Betty is trying to get the education that she had to sacrifice to bring up her daughter and Jughead has run out of inspiration for his new novel. Can they help each other?

bring the sin by @sopaloma (7/7 - M)

Summary: three decades. seven people. seven sins.

Harvest to Home by @writeradamanteve (13/13 - E)

Summary:  He had not expected Betty Cooper to look the way she did. When he booked this Bed & Breakfast as his writing getaway, he had been told that it was a quiet, out of the way place, with an accommodating owner/hostess who cooked divine spreads, offered great conversation, and made her guests feel right at home.He had been expecting a more matronly figure, gray haired perhaps, stately, maybe, the way those baby boomer, Hampton-living, ladies carried themselves. She had, after all, been described by his editor as a cross between Martha Stewart, Ina Garten, and Ree Drummond of Pioneer Woman fame. None of those ladies were leggy, in their twenties, smelled like sweet lilacs, and was gorgeous as hell. And none of them had that long blonde hair…

[justlightlysedated]

you lift the veil (my eyes are open wide) 1/7

part two of the strangeness and charm series

read it on [AO3]

dedicated to @fraudulentzodiacs 💖💖💖

chapter one: all doors are open to the believer

*

.maria.

Maria doesn't look up when the door opens and shuts loudly. There are only two people who would just walk into the bar without knocking, and only one of them would slam the door afterwards.

Isobel drops a small pouch right in front of her. It hits the counter with a small poof that dispels lilac powder into the air that smells of lavender and chamomile.

Maria looks up at her then.

Isobel looks like she hasn't slept, not that anyone who isn't Maria, Guerin, or Max would be able to tell.

Maria feels a little stab of guilt that she smothers immediately, raising an eyebrow and poking a finger at the pouch making sure it wasn't cursed or anything.

She can feel Isobel rolling her eyes.

“It's to help you sleep,” Isobel says sounding impatient like this is the fifth time she's explaining herself. “You've been keeping me up for the last three days.”

Maria gives her an impassive look, and Isobel just rolls her eyes again and huffs drops down on the bar stool behind her.

Maria crosses her arms over her chest, “We're not open for business.”

“I'm not interested in anything you're selling,” Isobel says leaning her elbows against the bar and tilting her head as her eyes drop down to Maria’s mouth and back up again.

Maria clenches her jaw so she doesn’t do something ridiculous like lick her lips and gives Isobel an unimpressed look.

Isobel sighs and drops her head to her hand, actually looking as tired as she is. “At least let me help then?”

Maria scoffs and picks up the pouch to put it somewhere where it won’t be in the way.

Isobel bristles immediately.

“You know what I can do,” she says voice low and it makes Maria narrow her eyes at her. “I’m more than capable of easing the way so that you can finally get to completion.”

Maria rolls her eyes as she turns away.

Isobel sighs and sits up. “I’m serious. If it doesn’t work then at least I tried everything that I could. I want to sleep some time this week.”

Maria looks back at her.

Isobel leans forward again. “What’s the worse that can happen?”

She rolls her eyes when Maria gives her a look. “Besides the obvious.”

Maria just continues to watch her weighing her options.

“No spells,” Maria says firmly. She has no interest in experiencing the out of control dazed feeling that followed, where everything felt like too much and she couldn’t control the things she said or what she did.

Magic was almost like a drug to non witches, euphoric when you’re right in the middle of a spell, but the come down was a bitch. The stronger the spell, the harder the fall.

And just like a drug the more magic you did the more you wanted to do.

Isobel nods her head and waves her hands in the air, “We’ll hold hands and do it the old fashioned way, I promise.”

Maria rolls her eyes again, but takes a deep breath and walks over to Isobel.

Isobel holds her hands out in front of her, and wiggles her fingers. Bursts of emerald static electricity spark across her fingers as they brush together, and Maria can feel the warmth that is Isobel lighting up in the back of her head.

If Maria closes her eyes, she would be able to see the strands of bright shiny emerald and sandy pale yellow woven together, binding them to each other.

She would also be able to make out the faint impressions of emerald-gold and emerald-sapphire that was Michael and Max, respectively.

Isobel stills her fingers and holds her hands out in front of her.

Maria takes another deep breath and raises her own hands. She holds them in front of Isobel’s just barely touching, and looks at Isobel for a long moment. Isobel looks back, eyes wide not hiding anything.

“Don’t you trust me?” Isobel asks and then wrinkles her nose. “No, trust isn’t the right word. Don’t you believe in me?”

Maria inhales sharply and looks away blinking several times before she inhales shakily.

Maria remembers vividly the last time that she did this with Isobel. The way that her powers heighten Maria’s and make her see more, hear more, feel more.

Maria swallows hard and nods her head once before she presses their palms together.

Isobel gives her a smile and then closes her eyes.

Maria sees as their hands light up, crackles of emerald static and a sunshine yellow glow.

She closes her eyes and exhales and concentrates.

It’s almost like all of her senses dim and narrow down to Isobel, the cadence of her breathing, the way her hands feel against Maria’s soft and warm and tingly, the way the scent of amber and freshly cut grass and freshly burnt sage  fills the air, the way Maria can feel her like strings wrapped around the base of her neck, slowly tugging at her until Maria inhales deeply and focuses on the problem.

Maria usually doesn’t have any trouble receiving her visions. She gets this anxious restless feeling in the pit of her stomach right before she goes to sleep, and wakes up the next morning surrounded in sketches she did while half asleep after being woken up by a vision.

But this time it feels as though something is blocking her.

Isobel immediately spots the problem and nudges.

Maria gasps all the air rushing out of her in an instant, and she feels a little lightheaded as Isobel threads their fingers together, holding on tightly as she nudges again.

Maria whimpers low in her throat as it starts to feel like Isobel is trying to tear her brain apart and tightens her fingers around Isobel’s finding herself swaying forward and bumping into the bar.

It starts to hurt a little too much, and Maria is about to tell her to just stop when the pressure pops like a bubble.

Maria gasps and her fingers hold on even tighter as she gets a flash of Alex dropping to his knees, his face covered in the shadows and the ripples as he does, like smoky black waves in the air throwing everything around him backwards, and as it washes over her the scent of a rushing river and smoke and ash fill her senses and the feeling that Alex isn’t Alex, or isn’t just Alex gets a hold of her.

Before she can dig into it, Isobel is gasping and tearing her hands out of Maria’s hold.

Maria distantly hears a clatter, like a bar stool falling backwards, and Isobel says something sharp and fast, but she’s too busy searching underneath the bar for her sketch pad and a pencil.

She finds them and sets them down on top of the bar and presses the pencil down on the paper a little too hard at first, stark lines outlining the scene.

By the time she’s done, her fingers are smudged in grey, her head aches and her eyes feel gritty, but the restless anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach is still there.

Maria yawns and covers her mouth with the back of her hand before she looks up to tell Isobel thanks for trying, but it’s to see that Isobel is gone.

She frowns for a second before she looks down to the sketch and worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

It’s Alex for sure, and he looks like he’s out in the Turquoise Mines in the middle of a fight which isn’t unusual, her vision could be of Alex fighting of something. It wouldn’t be the first time that it happened.

The problem is with his shadow.

It’s black and huge and looks like a maned wolf with the body of a lion snarling with it’s mouth open wide showing his huge sharp teeth.

She doesn’t understand what it means yet, and maybe she would if she could get a sense of the whole vision, because she has a feeling that whatever is going to happen is going to change everything.

She puts the sketchpad away beneath the bar where it won’t accidentally get wet and tucks the pencil next to the register before heading to the bathroom to wash her hands. She has several more things to do before she needs to get everything ready for opening tonight.

*

.alex.

Alex stares at Michael as he sleeps.

He’s sitting by Michael's feet, a hand wrapped around Michael’s ankle. He'd managed a few hours of sleep, with Michael wrapped around him, but the pain in his leg wakes him up like it always does.

Alex’s eyes dart to his leg, resting alongside Michael’s body, the metal shines blue activating the sigils and an icy cool feeling spreads along the heated pain where the metal is fused to his skin.

The surgeons at the Facility in Munich had told him that it’ll take him some time to get used to it, but sometimes Alex thinks that this is punishment for the protection spell.

Alex is good at taking the pain and compartmentalizing it and setting it aside to be dealt with later, and act like everything is okay in front of everyone else, he’s had a lot of practice growing up, but like with everything else, Michael is the exception.

Around him, Alex feels like he doesn’t have to just take it, that Michael will help him if Alex needs it. And so far, he’s been right.

Alex has learned in the last couple of months that he trained to fight with his new leg how to roll with it when his leg just doesn’t work like he’s used to, but Michael is always reaching out and helping before Alex notices that it’s happened.

Alex’s eyes dart back to Michael.

He doesn’t understand it really. Michael should hate him.

Alex hates himself for what happened to Michael.

If he had just listened to Mimi when she told him to leave the Guerin kid alone, then maybe their lives would’ve been different.

But Alex doesn’t think that there is any force in any dimension that would’ve been able to prevent what had happened and what’s going to happen.

Alex’s eyes fall from Michael to where Andro is staring at him, a pile of shadows right by his shoes, silently judging him.

Alex refuses to be judged by something that isn’t corporeal most of the time.

He looks back to Michael ignoring the tendrils of judgement he can feel coming from Andro and tightens his fingers around his ankle.

Alex's conundrum when it comes to Michael has always been that he wants to be as close to him as possible much more than he wants to stay away to keep him safe.

With an ocean and thousands of miles between them, Alex was able to resist the urge, but everything changed after Munich.

Alex came back to Roswell in a misguided attempt to protect Michael from afar, and maybe try to subvert the Prophecy at the same time. He should’ve known better than to try to mess with Fate.

A phone rings startling Alex, making him let go of Michael.

Michael twitches and then hisses in pain and moves. Alex presses his hand to his shin, but he’s already waking up.

The phone keeps ringing and Alex spots it on the counter. Michael’s phone, an ancient looking landline with a rotary dial that literally looks like it’s going to fall apart the longer it keeps ringing.

Before Alex can decide what to do, Michael is raising his hand in the air and twitching his fingers.

The handset flies into his hand, making the rest of the phone slide along the counter.

“I’m sleeping,” Michael’s voice is croaky and he still sounds tired.

Alex bites down on his lip as the guilt floods him and he darts a look over to his shoes to see that Andro disappeared sometime while Michael was waking up.

Traitor, he thinks at them, and gets a nudge back in acknowledgement that feels like amusement.

Alex looks back to Michael to see that he moved to lie on his back and is staring at him, not paying attention at all to what whoever is on the phone is saying.

Michael’s gaze moves all over him, and touches his tongue to his bottom lip and moves his gaze back to Alex’s.

Alex knows, objectively, that he’s physically fit, given that his job keeps him in shape, and he’s not bad looking, given the comments made from people interested in getting into his pants, but it’s one thing to hear it from strangers he’s barely interested in, and another to see the appreciation for how he looks across Michael’s face.

Michael has a way of looking at him that made Alex feel like the hottest thing on two legs when he was seventeen, and it hasn’t changed.

Alex pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and looks back.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, interrupting the crackling flow of words that Alex can just barely make. “See you when you get here, Iz. But don’t expect me to be dressed.”

He hangs up the phone by tossing it backwards and it lands on the cradle, gently.

Alex is distracted by the mention of Isobel, but Michael’s brain is obviously on one track as he moves fast, and straddles Alex’s lap, pressing back into the plywood headboard.

Alex’s head falls back on a moan as Michael sinks warm and heavy into his lap and leans down pressing his lips to Alex’s neck and dragging his lips up.

The phone starts ringing again.

“Guerin,” Alex says and clears his throat when his voice comes out breathless. “Wait.”

Michael kisses him.

Their lips touch and for one second Alex freezes, feeling like he’s right on the edge of a cliff, the exhilaration and the fear right before he moves, taking the plunge, and kissing Michael back.

Michael makes an approving noise against his mouth, and Alex slides his hands around Michael’s waist and pulls him in even closer until their chest are pressed together, licking into Michael’s mouth and deepening the kiss.

“Michael” Isobel’s voice fills the room, crackling through an old speaker, with a whirring sound in the background and making Alex pull away from Michael.. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. If you’re not dressed, I’m dragging you just like that to Max’s house.”

Michael groans and drops his forehead to Alex’s, sighing.

Alex swallows and tries not to look as panicky as he feels.

Isobel cannot see him here, or at all. Not while he still has Andro’s essence swimming through his blood, not until he tells Michael about the Deal, which was something that he’s going to have to tell him sooner rather than later, but right now in this moment, Alex can’t find the words to explain what happened to himself let alone someone else.

“I was so hoping that I could convince you to fuck me while you were all sleep warm and pliant,” Michael says, a questioning tone to his voice as he moves his hands to slide them down Alex’s arms, and grip his biceps, before he bites down on his bottom lip.

Alex inhales deeply and tries to remind himself that Isobel is going to be here any minute and he can’t afford to get distracted.

“I don’t sleep much these days,” Alex says honestly and moves his right leg beneath Michael so he gets the point. He licks his lips when Michael pulls back to look at him.

“I have to go,” he says when Michael parts his lips to talk.

Michael purses his mouth as he tilts his head and studies Alex for a second.

“Because of Isobel?” he asks raising an eyebrow, body going tense where he’s still settled on Alex’s lap.

Alex licks his lips not sure how to explain himself, but something must show on his face because Michael’s lips thin and he’s moving out of Alex’s lap before Alex can do or say anything.

“Fine. I need a shower anyway,” he walks towards the bathroom, and Alex turns to watch him.

“Gue-” he starts but Michael cuts him off.

“You can see yourself out.”

He steps out of his boxers and moves behind the curtain, drawing it close.

Alex blinks after him for a few silent seconds and then the water turns on, and then he moves.

The dismissal hurts a lot more than he’d been expecting, but it’s better than trying to come up with an excuse as to why he has to leave.

Alex puts on the clothes he’d taken out of Michael’s closet last night since his uniform had been a lost cause. He slides into his boots, not even bothering to tie them and is just reaching for the dagger that he’d turned into the trap for the demon last night when there are wet hands wrapping around his arms right above his elbows, and he can feel Michael’s hair dripping onto the back of his neck as he presses in close.

“I was planning on staying mad at you for at least a day,” Michael says voice low. “But you’re not fighting fair.”

Alex’s eyes fall shut as Michael tugs him back and presses in close against him. “Come back tonight?”

Alex is nodding before he can stop himself and Michael drops a kiss to the back of his neck, right where the collar of his shirt is.

“You can return my clothes then,” Michael says before he’s pushing Alex forward lightly, but not letting go. “Isobel should be here any minute.”

Alex swallows hard, “You should call her and tell her that if she’s actually planning to drag you out of here the protective circle isn’t going to let her through.”

Michael is quiet for a long silent, suspicious moment, but he doesn’t say anything else as he lets Alex go and walks back to his shower.

Alex inhales shakily and grabs the dagger, before he walks out of the door.

*

.liz.

Liz takes a deep breath and opens her eyes.

The bathroom mirror is foggy, and the patch that she had cleared up is already fogging over, but she can make out her blurry reflection.

She slowly lets the breath out and moves, unwrapping the towel from around her chest.

Her reflection is still blurry, but she can make the pale pink scar of the sigil right in the middle of her chest.

Max had called it the Evans Sigil, and had shown her the same mark cut into the palm of his hand. “It's how the spell works.”

Because that was her life now apparently, sigils and spells and other impossible things.

She still doesn't one hundred percent believe that Max is a wizard or whatever, but after last night, it wasn't possible for her to say the same thing about demons.

She looks at the mark on her arm, the one that Max hadn't known what it was, that he had called Michael to check out.

Michael had stared at the mark before turning to Max and saying. “If we die, I'm going to make sure to drag your ass to whatever hell dimension I end up going to.”

Liz found out last night after Michael had left and Max had dropped her home that the mark was how the demon could track her.

She inhales deeply and reminds herself that she is safe. Max's house is protected or so he says, but even if it wasn't, Liz feels much safer knowing that Max is nearby.

She feels a warmth in her chest, right against the mark, and she presses her palm over it, closing her eyes and concentrating on the feeling that she knows is Max.

It sends the warmth spiralling through her and she gasps, eyes flying open.

There is a knock on the door, starling her and making her drop her concentration.

She hears Max clear his throat, before he speaks. “Lunch is ready.”

“I'll be right out,” she responds and waits until she hears him walking to start getting dressed.

She pulls out Rosa's red lipstick from her bag. She'd stuffed it in there on a whim, but looking at the casing now, she can make out a small sigil that resembles the one on her chest, but different, drawn in sharpie right on the base.

She licks her lips and looks at her reflection again before she nods to herself decisively and uncaps the lipstick.

When she walks out into the living room, she finds Max across the room leaning against his desk reading from a thick leather bound book, cradled in his hands. His brow is furrowed and his lips move as he reads along, and Liz feels the warm feeling intensify inside of her at the thought that that’s something about Max Evans that hasn’t changed.

He looks up then straight at her as though he’d felt her, and Liz doesn’t know exactly how to feel about that. She also doesn’t exactly know how to feel about the way a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and how his eyes go soft and warm when he sees her.

“I made pancakes,” he says as he closes the book and sets it behind him pushing away from the desk.

“For lunch?” Liz asks raising an eyebrow.

Max shrugs. “We slept through breakfast.”

“Right,” Liz says remembering why she was here in the first place.

She takes a deep breath and looks at Max seriously. “I have questions.” Max nods his head and takes a step closer before he stops. “I’ll tell you everything that I can, but why don’t we eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” Liz says reaching forward to rest her hands against the back of the couch. “I want to know why there is a demon coming after me.”

Max swallows and nods his head, “Okay.”

He walks forward and sits in the armchair opposite the couch Liz is leaning against. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Liz shakes her head and leans harder against the couch, “I’m good here.”

Max just nods his head and then sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks up at her. “I already told you that I’m a witch.”

“What does that mean exactly? That you can do magic?” Liz asks straightening up and raising her hands in the air wiggling her fingers.

“Something like that,” Max says giving her a small smile. “More like, witches can do magic without needing to study or using special chants and charms and words. Witches can use memories and emotions to power their spells. Witch Hunters can also use magic, but they need help.”

“Witch Hunters?” Liz asks feeling a little incredulous.

Max nods his head. “Kind of like the police of our kind. They monitor magic use and make sure no one is doing magic illegally.”

Liz moves to lean against the arm of the couch, “There are laws?”

Max huffs out a small laugh, “Yeah.”

Liz stares at him for a moment, and then puts her hand to her chest and sees the way he looks down at his hand, fingers clenching close.

“And bringing someone back to life?” she asks because she has to know.

“Breaks several big laws,” Max admits leaning back in his seat. “Would put another black mark on my record, which would cost me my job.”

“That’s why Michael stayed behind,” Liz guesses and moves to sit down on the couch, needing to lean back against something.

“Michael can handle the Witch Hunters,” Max says and leans forward again. “The black mark isn’t the only consequence. Black Level Magic is banned unless the circumstance is extreme and only then on approval of the Council, because it tears open the veil between dimensions.”

Liz narrows her eyes at him, and then blinks them, and opens them a little wide, before she looks away.

“So the demon came through when you saved me,” she says slowly as she looks over at Max's bookshelf.

“Liz,” Max says and her eyes go to him, and he stands up, walking around the coffee table to sit in front of her. “Even if I had known that the demon would come through, I would've done it anyway. It's worth it as long as you're alive.”

Liz looks into his eyes and they're wide and honest.

“Did I ever say thank you?” Liz asks holding her hand out and smiling lightly when Max immediately takes it in his and holds it gently between his hands.

“You don't have to thank me,” Max says quietly.

He brings her hand up to his face and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. “I couldn't not do it. Not after seeing you like that.”

His fingers slide to her wrist, fingertips pressing into her wrist, feeling her pulse.

Liz feels her heart jump in her chest, and Max's eyes widen a little before he turns her hand in his hold and presses a kiss to her palm.

Liz gasps and her fingers twitch in his hold and she scrambles to remember what she was doing.

Which is when the door slams open.

Both Max and Liz turn towards the commotion.

Isobel comes in and stops as she catches sight of them.

She lowers her sunglasses and raises an eyebrow at them before she stumbles a little as Michael walks into her.

He glares at her and then at Max as he heads straight to the dining table, but doesnt say anything as he sits down and starts to eat from one of the plates Max had set.

Isobel snaps her fingers and bright green sparks light up against their hands, sending jolts of static electricity through Liz's fingers.

She hisses in pain and tears her hand out of Max's hold, feeling a jolt in her right ankle.

“Isobel,” Max reprimands.

Isobel shrugs taking her shades off and hitting them against the palm of her hand. “We need to talk.”

“I know,” he says standing up. “I was just explaining to Liz-”

“We have bigger problems than a demon wanting to possess your high school crush,” Isobel says dismissively.

Max darts a look to Liz and then back to Isobel.

Liz takes that little tidbit of information and stores it away to examine later.

“Like what?” Max asks and Liz can feel the apprehension spreading through her as Max crosses his arms over his chest and focuses on Isobel.

“The Hound is in Roswell.”

[holylulusworld]

Dean vs. Magic – Part 7

Summary: Dean doesn’t like Sam’s best friend as she’s using white magic. Can he accept her help to save Sam?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Castiel, Sam

Warnings: language, arguments, angry reader, tension, use of handcuffs, smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), sad reader, overstimulation?, Dean being a horny/ persistent bastard, forced orgasm (kinda), fun, voyeurism (unintended)

Dean vs Magic Masterlist

 I swear all the smut is important for the storyline in the next chapter…well and for fun… ;)

  One week later

  “Why didn’t you stay at the bunker? I could’ve totally handled one witch!” Dean yells.

Hopping toward him due to your hurt foot you poke a finger into his chest.

“By letting her draining the life out of your body?” You snap back.

“That’s not the point! I gave you an order, the order to stay here!”

“I’m not your slave or your employee! You yell now.

“You do as I say, when I say it. If I say jump you only ask how high!” Dean insists.

“You really are an ass!”

“No just the leader!”

“Why did you bring me here in the first place if you won’t let me help you?”

“I told you why months ago.” Dean grunts.

“To keep an eye on me? You’re so annoying!”

“No I’ve got more experience in hunting. So you do as I say!”

“That’s bull and you know it! You would be dead without my help.”

“Why do you even care?” He yells now.

“As I like you asshole!”

“And I shall believe you?”

“No, I’m the evil witch – remember?”

“You like me? – Very funny.”

“No matter what I say it will always be wrong…you don’t like me…I should just go then.” You whisper.

Trying to hop out of the library Dean grabs your arm to stop you. Pushing against his chest you try to free you from his grip.

“Let go of me Winchester!”

“Nope, you’ll stay here! If you don’t stop arguing I’ll handcuff you again!” Dean warns.

“Sure!” You snicker.

In a split second he takes the handcuffs out his back pocket and handcuffs your hands.

“Are you insane?”

“I warned you little witch bitch!” Dean yells now.

“How did you just call me?”

“Witch?”

“No the other word!” You yell angry.

“Come on, you’re a little bitch, admit it!” Dean says smirking.

“No I’m not, asshole!”

“I really should slap your ass to punish you!”

“You touch me, you loose your cock!” You warn.

“Wait what?”

“Going to let it fall off!” You state. Giggling at his face you push against his chest.

“Now I really need to punish you. Maybe the dungeon is the right place to keep you safe.”

“You can’t hold me hostage!”

“Oh I can and I will!”

“Asshole!”

Smirking he throws you over his brought shoulder. But he doesn’t carry you to the dungeon he walks toward his room.

Confused you slap his ass while you try to wiggle out of his grip.

“I really hate you Winchester! Let go of me or I scream for Sam’s help!”

“Sammy ain’t here! He’s busy hunting a demon down with Castiel.” Dean says.

“Let go of me!”

“No, going to teach you a lesson my little witch bitch! Going to bring you to my bedroom and fuck the magic out of your body.” Dean states opening his door.

“Wait what?” You ask.

Slamming the door shut he throws you onto the bed. Opening your pants he slides them down your legs. Gasping you watch him undressing himself.

“Fuck, handcuffs.” He grunts.

“No, leave them on.” You moan.

“Shit, kinky girl.” He chuckles.

Humming you bite your lip while he walks toward the bed. Picking you up he places you closer to the headboard opening the handcuffs he strips off your shirt and bra before handcuffing you to the board.

Moaning you let him hover over you. Kissing down your neck he groans at your taste.

“Dean, fuck…more.”

“Shhh…my little witch bitch going to fuck you real good.”

Chuckling he starts nipping and sucking at your hardening nipples. Circling his tongue around your nipples he rips your panties apart.

Moving further down he kisses every inch of exposed skin he can reach before spreading your legs open for him.

“Pretty wet pussy.” He mutters.

Sliding his tongue through your wet folds he groans against your cunt. Drawing circles around your swollen bud he drives you crazy.

Whining you stare down at him. “More, please, I’m going to be a good girl for you.”

Humming he pushes two fingers into your slick channel. Thrusting in and out he starts rubbing your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to be my good girl. Going to handcuff you to my bed and make you scream every night.” He states.

Adding my pressure to your swollen bud he let you fall over the edge.

Moving your legs around his waist he gently pushes home. Not waiting for you to adjust he starts pounding into your slick channel.

“Fuck, Dean, just like that.” Screaming you urge him on to fuck you harder.

Gripping your handcuffed hands he snaps his hips against yours. With punishing thrusts he makes you squirm under his assault. Pistoning his huge cock into your wet pussy he fucks you into the mattress while you scream and moan.

Starring into his darkened eyes you try to meet his hard thrusts. Groaning he nuzzles his nose into your neck while he gets even faster.

Burying himself one last time as deep as possible he comes screaming your name. Following suit you scream and whimper while he moves again to help your through your high.

Still buried inside of you Dean kisses you roughly until the door to his room bursts open. Turning around Dean sees Sam and Cas standing in the doorframe.

“You better didn’t hurt her! She screamed so loud that...oh...god...” Sam says.

“Nope. Only gave her what she deserved.” Dean says chuckling. Covering your naked bodies with a blanket he smirks down at you.

“What do you mean?” Sam wants to know.

“A treat for being such a good witch.”

“Pervert!” Sam yells. “Did he hurt you?”

“Just in a good way. Sammy I love you, but Dean and I aren’t finished so…OUT!” You state.

Leaving the room Sam looks at Castiel blowing his nose he shakes his head.

“So we aren’t finished?” Dean asks curious.

“No, round two is waiting, this time I’ll handcuff you and ride you hard…”

Opening the handcuffs Dean chuckles. “Bring it my little witch bitch!”

  2 hours later…

Buried deep inside of you Dean groans while your ride him hard. Just like promised you handcuffed him to the headboard.

Moving your hips faster you can feel Dean’s cock twitching inside of you. Digging your nails into his shoulders you moan at the feeling of being so full.

“God I love your huge cock.”

“I can see and feel that.” Dean says smirking.

Slowing your movement you arch your back to give Dean a perfect show.

“Please, faster my little witch.”

Giggling you pick up the pace again, bouncing up and down his rock hard cock you make obscene noises. Rocking your hips harder and faster you can feel the burning in your lower abdomen getting stronger.

Crushing your lips onto Deans you get even faster until you scream in pleasure into his mouth. Following suit Dean yells your name before spilling his hot seed into your cunt.

“Fuck should’ve done this years ago.” Dean states.

Smiling you move your hand through his hair to kiss him roughly.

Opening the handcuffs you gently stroke the red skin.

“Wait I put some cream on it.” You suggest.

“Nope. Round three is waiting.” Dean rasps flipping you over.

“God you’re insatiable.” You whimper.

Humming he bites your pulse point roaming your body with his hands.

“So fucking hot. Going to keep you in my room.” Dean states.

“I don’t have a saying in this or what?”

“No, you’re my personal witch now.” He rasps slowly pulling out of you.

“Didn’t agree.”

“Oh, you will. Going to seduce you to stay. After round three you won’t be able to resist me.”

“So full of yourself Winchester?”

“I know you’re already addicted.”

“God I won’t be able to walk straight for a week Dean.” You whimper.

“Hmmm…let’s see, going to give it real good to you.”

“Dean I swear I’m beat. Give me a rest. I don’t have another orgasm in me.”

“You have and you’ll give it to me.” Chuckling at your shocked expression he starts kissing your roughly. Moaning you snake your tongue with his.

“Fine, but at least give me a small break.”

“What? Do I have too much stamina for you my little witch?”

“Yes, you’re a sex monster!”

Grinning full of proud he kisses down your neck, enjoying the noises you make for him he realizes he starts liking you a bit too much.

“God love your smell.” Dean groans sniffing at your neck.

“Hmmm…lilac body cream. All natural. Self-made.”

“Could eat you alive.”

“You really are a monster!” You scold.

“Hey, who uses magic? You or me?” He grunts.

Hurt you turn around. How can he say you’re a monster only as you use white magic?

“It’s better when I go back to my room now.” You whisper.

What? No!” Dean says surprised.

“A monster shouldn’t have sex with a hunter.” You say bitter.

“Wait! I didn’t mean it that way!”

“But you said it! I’m not a monster…”

Kissing down you shoulder Dean holds you tight. “I know, I’m sorry. My choice of words was beyond bad. Please stay at my room.” He rasps.

“What for?”

“I could think of two or three things.” Chuckling he handcuffs you to his wrist.

“What the fuck, Winchester?”

“Round three is waiting and this time I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk straight ever again.”

“No.”

“Oh, yes. You’re my personal witch now.”

“I’m not yours!” You scold.

Ignoring your words he pins your handcuffed hand above your head. Kissing down your neck he groans. Muttering and grunting you try to resist him and fail epic.

“I really hate you Winchester!”

“I know, I hate you too. But fuck going to give it real good to you right now.”

“No, you’re an ass.”

“Fuck yeah, your ass…hmm…maybe next time.” Dean growls while entering you in one swift motion.

“God Dean you’re going to kill me.”

“No, no. Just give it to you real good.” Slowly starting to move he opens the handcuffs.

Starring down at you he chuckles at the noises you make when he picks up the pace.

“Fuck Dean, I can’t it’s…shit…too much.” You whimper feeling you fall over the edge soon.

“You’ve got one more in you! Four are the minimum!” He states moving one of your legs over his brought shoulder. Changing angles he starts pounding into you.

“Fuck, fuck. Dean! Holy shit!” Screaming you dig your nails into his biceps when another climax hits you.

“Knew you had one more in you!” Feeling your cunt squeezing his cock he comes too. Spilling his cum into you he grins full of proud.

“I swear I can’t…please stop. I’m beat.” You whine.

“Fine. But later I’ll bend you over every surface in the bunker!” He states.

“NO! I need a break! God you’re going to kill me Winchester.”

Humming he smirks down at you. Eyes widen you stare back at him.

“Is that your plan? Fucking me to death?”

“Maybe, but what a way to go my little witch bitch.”

“No, you really will kill me with your cock.” You scold.

“Well I’ll use my fingers and tongue too, next time...”

Part VIII

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[evita-shelby]

Preview for chapter 7 for Of Gods and Witches

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He finds her packing things.

He feels stupid, holding the strange parchment paper in which Itza wrote the spell on and knowing that she will unravel the paper to find his mother’s bracelet there.

K’uk’ulkan comes bearing gifts and she is leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asks as she is singing along to some song in Spanish in a long black skirt and flowery lilac blouse.

Every time he comes to see her, Eva is wearing more clothes than the previous time.

They dress so oddly, he thinks. She would look better in Talokanil clothes, no strange undergarments, no rows of buttons or clasps to get past of.

Her hair is braided and tied with a black ribbon. Ch'ah prefers it loose, to see her dark brown hair fall down her back, to brush it aside as he kissed the freckles on her neck and shoulders.

“If I get my way, Yucatan, a certain hacienda by the sea under a false name. If my family overrides my wishes, England in a landlocked city where I only know three people and will be married off to a man I've never met.” His witch answered and carefully put books in a box.

The mention of anyone else having her displeased him.

He was a selfish man when it came to love; he could admit to it.

He didn’t love her, and yet the idea of another man touching her and loving her angered him.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Ch’ah.” His witch, his woman says bemused as she pauses and takes out a book from the box and set it back on the table.

It was her favorite, a novel she knew by heart. one she had procured a copy of in Maya Yucateco for him.

There is a file on the table by her. The information of the man they want her to marry.

A white man, a white man who is a proven soldier and would provide her with a home and security.

The man who will live life knowing he will be second best.

Or the man who will make her forget you, a voice said as he tossed the file back in its place.

“In Talokan it is treason to take the king’s property.” He is possessive of her, not jealous. No why would he be jealous of surface-dwelling mortal man across the sea.

“Am I your property now, oh great K’uk’ulkan?” She turns to face him, not indignant of the word he used, but teasing him about his sudden possessiveness of her, a woman he has only known for six or seven days.

“You aren’t, Eva. I would never reduce you to chattel.” He answered honestly.

No, Eva could never be that. For a surface dweller, she was almost equal to him.

A soldier, a witch, a spy.

She thrived no matter how impossible her circumstances became as they changed because of the revolution.

Had she been Talokanil she would be one of his advisors, perhaps he will make her an advisor, her skills could be put to good use.

And you would get to be with her in the open with no one to stop the two of you, he can hear Itza say.

[marvellouslymadmim]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ada Cackle/Hecate Hardbroom Characters: Amelia Cackle | Ada Cackle, Hardbroom (Worst Witch) Additional Tags: TWW Valentines LemonFest 2019, Day 14, Anniversary, Forgetfulness, Humor Series: Part 7 of This Spell We Cast Summary:

Today is the anniversary of...something. Hecate just can't remember what, exactly.

Not that she'll confess that to Ada.

For TWW Valentine Lemon!Fest. Day Fourteen Prompt: Anniversary.