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BELOW 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. THIS WORK IS NSFW! KEEP OUT!

[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]

[One Shot] (or not, thinking of making a part two for this)

[Alhaitham x AFAB! Reader]

Words: 6.8k

Synopsis: ah well, experiments can quite lead to either expected results or something unexpected. don't you agree?

Tags: AFAB! Reader, teasing, breeding (we doing it raw for him), voyeurism, just kinky sex with this man what else? anal, creampie, a looooottt of sex, making a movie with him, well guess it's valentines for you this night with him :D

A/N: I'm gonna have to be honest with y'all, this smut made me realize I still have my unholiness within me and it's HOLY WEEK! anyway, starting to question if I should make a part 2 (seriously thinking this is okay as a one shot). Let me know in the comments. I'm also thinking of making a playlist while you guys read this, will probably open a yt account very soon as I have already have the list of songs! did not thoroughly proofread so my bad.

FOLLOWING, REBLOGGING, INTERACTIONS, AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

Being a student under the Amurta Darshan wasn't a joke, and the other Darshans can say as well with their respective schools. Before graduating under their respective house, one must comply a special research in order to finish. Of course, being an Amurta student, research isn’t new to you nor to them as well considering the demands of research in the biological and medical field is rising.

Recently, a type of fungi has emerged in the rainforests of Sumeru. It was a great variable for research, yes, however with little to no information with regards to the new species of fungi, one must analyze and observe the organism intricately. Some of the Amurta students felt overwhelmed of studying something unknown and new however the new biological specie sparked interest in you that gathering and studying it wasn't of a big deal considering the Sage has given the graduating students time with their research.

You took the interest of how this mushroom might affect an individual if consumed. Very cliche however if taken into a researcher's perspective, it isn't. Considering of the possible harm this specie might cause if ingested. Nah, it didn't scare you. You just happen to be that curious considering of the hearsays you often hear among the localities. Peculiar, most of them saying.

It would appear that it does somehow look like a sea ganoderma that is abundant in Inazuma that bloomed near the beaches and shores however these fungi have bloomed in damped areas in the deep forests of Sumeru. The color of this fungi might be different from the usual ganoderma as it was the color of light purple. It did somehow secrete a transparent and mucilaginous fluid with a sweet odor.

Quite a strange description that even at times you smile whilst gathering its viscous fluid for examination.

"Are you even sure about this one? You're genuinely scaring me." Kaveh, who happens to be your closest friend and a student from Akademiya under the Darshan of Kshahrewar, was one of the test subjects for your research. He is a year ahead of you, making him your senior. "Am I your lab rat again?"

"Not just you, I'm also going to drink it myself to test it out and see if there are any notable changes or changes in an individual if one drinks this concoction."

You watched your boiling flask create boiling bubbles and watched it disperse as you used a stirring rod. "Don't use the word 'lab rat' that just sounds so unethical."

Kaveh's scared and nervous demeanor was obvious that he took a deep breath before he went off ranting.

"What am I supposed to call myself? What am I supposed to do if this weird witchy-like potion of yours kill me? Kill you? KILL US?! goodness research is inevitable among us students but this is jeopardizing us, my dear Y/N!"

"It won't!" You snickered and tried to comfort him by keeping a straight face. "Besides I did try to use it as an alternative fertilizer and spray it on my Sumeru roses."

You pinpointed a pot just below your study table. "It quite bloomed quickly and as you see. It did sprout new buds in almost 2 weeks only so I can write in my observations that it can be a great fertilizer if used."

"It's a plant, Archons sake! It looks lewd too!"

"It is, I will not lie!"

He drew his nose closer to the fungi. "Strange but it does smell good, sweet and flowery. For a fungus, it is weird."

You spent your afternoon trying to convince Kaveh to say yes to your research. In the end he eventually said yes to you as you have persuaded him that it was safe. Both of you agreed to drink it after two days and another follow up take in of the concoction to see if there are any differences.

Two days have passed and it was the time to finally test out the mixture you have prepared. Along with you was a small briefcase that was filled with your apparatuses needed. Of course, like they say: it's better to be prepared. At exactly 7:00 in the evening, as agreed by you and your friend, you must meet him at his house.

Or his friend's house rather.

Of course, you were aware that he was indeed a freeloader inside nonother than Alhaitham's house but he assured you that during that time the Akademiya's scribe isn't present during those times considering that he's been busy the past few days.

To you, there's nothing special about Alhaitham. Rather than being the scribe and an introverted Haravatat student.

Well, he's quite good looking and somewhat that annoyed you. He somehow did radiate as someone with god complex and if ever the end of world happens, he's gotta be one of those people who will AND WILL survive.

You have arrived 10 minutes early of the said time but it seems that Kaveh is late for 10 minutes. Until it became 20 and 30 minutes late. At first it was bearable however you couldn't waste time anymore. You wanted to finish your research just like any other students.

"I can't believe he's pissing me off. He told me he'll be early." You stood up and knocked three times.

"Kaveh? It's me. It's already 7:30 in the evening and you're not opening the door. Open it!" The annoyance dripping from your tone like acid.

You knocked again. No response.

Another four more knocks and calling his name. No response.

Fuck, Kaveh what's the matter with you? Come out.

Another final succession of knocks and still no response.

You gave up attempting to knock and call his name. It was either: he was just hiding from you because it did genuinely scare him or he wasn't really there. But he couldn't lie to you, you both agreed to testing out the mixture.

"Alright, whatever. Loser."

Heaving a sigh, you stepped back from the door and murmured a few words before accepted defeat and just before you walk away, you happen to stumble something strong and tall from behind and you could immediately tell that it wasn't Kaveh. Your head against a chest.

You slowly lifted your head and greeted the face of nonother than Akademiya's scribe.

"If you knock like that, you'll surely destroy my door." He lowered his gaze to match yours with a rested expression.

Oh, it is indeed Alhaitham. It is indeed him. Him. Oh.

Oh...

Neither of you moved from that position for a while, both of you matching the gazes before you realized it was awkward and slowly lowered your head and made way for him and pretended to idle yourself by fixing your skirt. To be fair, he is really THAT attractive.

He ain't just gifted with intelligence but he knows he is THAT good looking and attractive.

"And what does this Amurta student doing in front of my house at this hour?" His arms slowly sliding to his pocket to get his keys. Tone monotone before skimming to the key for his door.

"I'm here for Kaveh." You took a grip on the handle of your case.

He opened the door and only answered 'hm.' Uninterested. He shifted his gaze at you leaned his toned body against the frame of the door.

"Did he somehow invite you here?"

You nodded and met his gaze before breaking it off.

"We both agreed to meet here."

"I assume it's for your research. Well, come inside. Don't want Kaveh to nag at me for not entertaining his visitor."

You came inside shortly following him. Upon entering, you couldn't help but to scan the house. There's nothing special to mention aside the paper works piled up in a table and scraps of paper under a desk and certain apparatuses that is used for measuring you assumed. It seemed to be Kaveh's side of table that it has be him, it was chaotic.

Closing the door, you immediately sat and primed yourself up in an not so familiar place. Alhaitham sat at the sofa just in front of you and observed you from head to toe before he inhaled. His back relaxed against the back rest of the sofa.

"So... out of all the possible participants you could've chose, you really picked him?"

"I don't see a problem a problem with him being my participant."

"And why is that?"

"It's my research, I get to choose who I want to be my participants."

He wasn't so sure if you were insulted by his questions but it did amuse him by the way you answered him directly with a soft tone.

"Sadly, he's not here."

"Seems so."

Both of your eyes now met and neither of you wanted to break it off. Seems like you already knew how bad your chemistry will be with him by just this interaction. Silence surrounded the room, not a single flinch from neither of you but the eye contact creating this tension between you and the scribe was barely tolerable that you wanted to break free from the contact.

But he didn't show any hesitancy to break off the connection of your gazes, in fact he would want admit he would see this as competition. It wasn't evident in his face but the way he cocked his head slightly to one side just showed how much of cunning asshole he is but it was attractive in a way, of course you couldn't deny it. Being cunning just adds to the list of attributes that just makes him attractive.

Uh well, yeah…

In return, you gave him a soft doe-look and a small smile. The scribe only gave you a small smile in return. Come to think of it, if waiting for Kaveh to return would be a waste of time for you and precious research then why not make him your first research?

"Say, considering that my friend is not here, how about you take his place instead?"

He raised his brow and crossed his arms. "Friend? and here I was thinking that you were dating. But he did mention a close friend." he scoffed.

"Hmm, people often think we’re dating but we’re not." you scoffed and let out a single giggle. “Kaveh’s good looking himself.”

"You're saying you're not good looking then?"

You gazed at him, smile wearing off before you pressed your lips together. "I didn't say anything."

You pressed your legs together as your hands clenched the hem line of your skirt. You lowered your gaze and tried to divert the topic. Your eyes went to look at your small briefcase.

With you little movements, he finds himself smiling at just how fragile yet collected at the same time you looked like. How you pressed those lips of yours that has the tiniest shine probably from your lip balm and the little tint of color pressed unto your plump lips.

'Cherry red? No probably that Tangerine wine... impossible. Peony red? Champagne pink? Too strong. Dewy peach? What else did I see from the market that sold those kinds of...balms'

"Ah, as I proposed a while ago, you can take Kaveh's spot." You paused.

He gave you a look to continue by giving you a small nod.

"It's about these fungi that out of nowhere grew at the rainforests of Sumeru. It was estimated to have grown two to four months ago where the weather condition was harsh yet perfect for cultivating these fungi to grow..." you got up to get your briefcase and showed him a glass box where the specimen of the fungi was stored.

You showed him the glass box before you slowly and carefully dragged one of the chairs to give the box a better and closer view to him and sat properly with an excited look. The expression you made just made him smile in the back of his head.

Just the way your breasts that hugged your white turtleneck sweater coordinated with every movement you made and how your thighs look plush as you sat at such...rather unconscious provocative manner. There's so much about you that keeps him wondering about you. What would such a girl, an Amurta student like you, keep this Scribe fixated at you. You were just, innocently charming that he couldn’t resist the thought of him doing--

‘What am I thinking, this is wrong’

"As you can see, it does look like a-"

"Sea Ganoderma, local from Inazuma. But the color is different, yes." He pulled the chair you were sitting just enough to be close to him, not breaking his gaze from you. Attentive.

"I can't see if you move your hands much. Stay still."

Now again, both of your gazes have started its connection again only this time it was closer. The gazing and whatever the fuck it was with your eyes and his eyes, it gave pause and silenced the whole room. The sudden closeness has made you tense a bit that you were taken a back.

"Okay?" He looked at your surprised, lost, and doe eyed look that made you look innocent.

You responded with a small nod and a sheepish tone. “’Kay,” a tint blush forming in your cheeks.

He didn’t move to his usual position. He stayed like that exactly and gave you a signal to continue with your details by him giving you a small nod. At first, you were hesitant considering the space he ate up just to get a closer look to you and the box you had. But you didn’t have to waste time so you went on with your detailing.

You described to him its delicious scent despite having a peculiar anatomy. You showed him your paper works as to the recorded data of how it also affected the Sumeru roses you had in your room.

“You conduct laboratory observations in your room?”

“What? the biology laboratory is already packed with students with their specimens. It might affect mine as well.”

“And you think that your room couldn’t affect the variables then? Hm?”

Furrowing your brows, you scoffed. He was indeed correct. The location was indeed part of the variables to be considered that might affect the status of your fungus. That was one of matters that you missed out and it somehow annoyed as out of the person that could’ve corrected you, it would be him.

“Seems like you missed some points to be noted for your research then, Miss Y/N?”

You stood up, randomly gave him the box, and took your briefcase to get to concoction you prepared. You didn’t see any need of explaining the details to him, seems like he already knows your stuff. You showed two him two test tubes with the same length of the concoction. Alhaitham observed you.

Your back facing him as you tend your mixture into another separate glasses. His right-hand skimming through the edges of the box, fingers delicately feeling the edges and surface of the box and not taking his eyes off you. There again, his curiosity taking over with just the sight of you that it somehow intrigued and annoyed him. He slowly opened the box and there he smelled the pungent smell of something gourmand and flowery and yet something of earthy at the same time.

He couldn’t understand what smell it was but somehow it was lulling him.

The silence slowly rang your ears and the pressure between the time and how quiet the room is made you feel heavy. You felt yourself jittery that after a while of his presence and darting eyes from behind you. The night was windy and you can only hear the slow chimes of the door charm and the gentle tings and tacks of the glass. A few moments have passed, you can only hear him grunt and clearing his throat.

“Is something the matter?” You looked at him only to find him resting his left hand to the hand rest of the sofa, palms covering his face whilst his right hand toying the box and seems to play with the lid of the box.

“How’s the smell?” You took each test tubes and went over to him, sitting at the same seat you were just in front of him and took a deep breath. “Now all you have to do it drink this concoction with me if there are any notable changed it will happen to a person who ingested it. Don’t worry, like I said you’ll be drinking—”

“Are you serious? This already makes my head ache, the smell. You think I’ll drink that?”

“You’re drinking it with me. I only need the data.”

He looked at you, his brow raising. “What makes you think I’m going to drink that.”

You looked away, not knowing what are the possibilities too. If you ever come up with using the data of plants, he’ll find an argument just to cease your experiment. You held unto your test tubes and faced him. Doe eyes showing desperation and pleading.

“Please, Alhaitham. I’ll do whatever you want. I just need the data…” You didn’t care at this point, you’re never the type to agree to doing whatever the person wants but if it’s Alhaitham, well there would be no problem at all. “Please?”

Looking at your little parade of innocence and desperation, he couldn’t help but to hate himself by letting his inner thoughts run through his system. The way you held the test tubes on each hand of yours enthusiastically a while ago and how you lowered it down to rest to your thigh. How your thumb caressed the glass surface, how your lips pressed before biting your lower lips in frustration causing it to darken its color. Your eyes asking for an answer, and voice soft. You looking so irresistibly delicious to pounce at.

Just you, being this little sweet lamb that he couldn’t just resist.

“Please, Alhaitham. Please?”

Fuck. Fuck is happening to me?

“Fuck this.” He cursed under his raspy breath, clearing his throat yet his brows furrowed. Before he adjusts himself in his seat by leaning back and bucking his hips up. “Look, at least if there is any possibility that we will die, at least I die with you and your silly little experiments for your silly little research. Got it, you silly girl?"

The enthusiasm back once again in your face. You smiled at him and nodded a couple of times. You instructed him for a few reminders to take note. The two lines that were labeled in each glass signified the amount of mixture was to be ingested.

In a count of 3 you both drank together. The smell of the concoction was lessened however its scent note was still there. Both of you didn’t move, your eyes focusing on the paper and your pen. Alhaitham on the other hand is busy with minding his books.

A few moments have passed a slow tingling heat started to surge in your body. The heat surging inside your body was slow yet everywhere. At first you thought it was just your sweater so did not pay no mind however as time passed, you realized that it starting to get warm and hot. It was making your head dizzy and sweat. You tried to cool yourself by fanning with your hands.

It was a cold evening, a reason why you wore your turtleneck to warm you up yet it seems that it's getting a little hotter. You started to fan yourself with your palms. From fanning yourself to using the loose cloth of your polo neck to fan your chest loosen up. Everything happening right now wasn't anything you expected to be.

Ways... ways... ways... ways to distract myself... what is this? I need to distract myself? Is it too hot here?

You suddenly remembered the paper you were supposed to fill with the initial observation of the first dose of the concoction. Upon looking at it, you felt lightheaded and almost felt like you were slowly floating.

While you were drafting random bullshit in your paper, Alhaitham on the other end felt the same sensation in your body. He was either thinking it was the effect of the pungent scent of the fungus or the mixture you just gave him. His head started to spin and a surge of heat in his body roamed his system. A storm inside him that just felt that it would never end nor calm down. He needed to compose himself, a simple concoction cannot just simply make him feel bizarre.

Alhaitham wanting to stop the chaos suddenly stood up to find his headphones. At times, he would resort to just playing music in his headphones to block noise or just randomly wear it to make it seem that he's does not want to interact.

He just wanted to have and wear it yet his body betrayed him the moment he stood up. His eyes slowly blurring and his legs felt no life made him weak. Just right after passing by after you, he fumbled. Tripping just the moment he passed at the table, falling. A few of your apparatuses falling included some of the unloaded test-tubes and a single tube with viscous and thick liquid inside spilled at his chest, left arm, and the crotch part of his pants.

"Archons…” he whispered, feeling a pang of defeat as he sat at the floor and tried to wipe the excess mixture.

The commotion startled you as you started to fill up the details of the paper. You quickly took action and assisted the young man. Taking a handkerchief from your pocket of your skirt you started to wipe the mess on his chest.

He was wearing his usual dark off-coat that hugged his chest. You couldn't help to get distracted at the little intricate gem that was in his sternum.

Slowly... slowly... you were being lulled again. Like an effective hypnosis it seemed like you were in a haze that you couldn't understand. You couldn't even control your body. The heat was all over your body.

The way you started to simply just mess up instead of cleaning it was a sign that the aphrodisiac took over your senses. You were so distracted and helpless. Everything about this man in front of you was like a need and a want of your body and soul.

Alhaitham felt the same.

The tension, the spark, the need, the hunger to just own you was evident yet he didn't want to be consumed by it. There was this resistance of him and the more he forced to neglect the feeling, the stronger the urge wave his body.

He felt weak and he didn't like that. It was too much yet you kept fueling the fire that he was suppressing. At this very moment, he wanted to breed and own you. A mixture of aggression and lust now surging.

"Haitham..." you dragged a fingertip to his intricate gem that was at his sternum and pressed your thighs as you dragged, fingertips feeling the shape of his gem. It made him hitch his breath, an irregular breath and a painful erection as he got indulged by your little play.

“Get up.”

No response.

“Y/N…”

“I should’ve known, this was an aphrodisiac. A strong one—Fuck, Y/N.” He threw his head as he saw you press your pretty lips against his gem, pecking it before looking at him with doe-fuck-me-till-i-break eyes.

“Haitham…”

“Get up, Y/N…” his voice croaked “Or else we’re going to have to fuck the whole night.” He cupped your cheek, feeling the heat of your skin.

“Haitham, too hot…” you lowered your jacket until it reached your elbow, exposing the tight turtleneck top you wore that happily hugged your mounds and figure. Innocently provoking him. "...hot" you murmured and held his hand that cupped your cheek. Now the back of his hand slimy with the mixture and looking back at him with lust-heart eyes.

"Yeah, you and I won't be going to class tomorrow."

And just like that?

Just like that. It was enough to push him to the edge.

Sloppy kisses, hitched and panting breathes, desperate rutting, and slapping of skins reverberated his whole room. There was only one thing on both of your minds: to fuck.

"H-Haitham~!"

To fuck until you couldn't do it anymore. Breed and fill you up to the brim until his seed spilled out your tired plush pussy.

Your moans were getting louder and louder as you felt another succession of orgasm reaching to you. A hollow feeling started to build up inside you and his cockhead adding up to the climatic feeling as he abused your soft spongy cervix, desperately wanting to push it further and deeper.

Alhaitham unconsciously made people feel small without doing nothing. It was probably his reputation and how cunning he is, he had his ways just to get what he wants.And now definitely, he made you feel small. His length overwhelming you and your insides. The way it made you feel stuffed and full inside and how he's just towering above you. Hands clasped on your ass and carried your weight was he pressed you against the wall and rutted violently.

He kept his mouth busy by marking your chest and neck and desperately sucked on your peaks. He felt the need to breed you and fill you up with his cum.

The constant hitting of your cervix and the rough ministration made you squirm and groan. Your walls pressuring and pressing tightly against his cock signaled him that you were close. Your legs now wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He can feel how wet your spongy walls.

"Gonna cum... Ah~! Haitham! Gonna cum-"

"Yeah? Gonna cum again?" He chuckled. "Fuck-- you're getting too loud- Mhn~!" He pressed against yours as he maintained his pace, not changing it. He felt that he was getting near too and that excited him.

Your walls spasmed and legs trembled as you reached your climax, Alhaitham chucked as he changed his pace before he pulled out making you squirt from the intense punishing of your cunt.

"Haitham—" you hitched your breath, heart beating fast as you squirted again. Alhaitham looked down as he watched you make a mess and that just made him hard enough and drive him to make your squirt again. He violently pushed his cock again inside and started to rut and roughly pulling it out making you buck your hips up and squirt again.

"Haitham please~ oh~!"

a slower one so you could have your moment before he continued his pursuit to seek his high. He changed his pace again, a faster one. A rough and fast one.

His tip now teasing your spot that made you tremble again. His cock made your pussy sing for a couple of times now. He had been breeding your pussy since and the both of you couldn't have enough, a never-ending high and feeling of wanting to release.

"Fuck, gonna fill you up-" he panted, rested his forehead against yours, making him watch the little show: your pussy eating him whole and forming a little bump as he entered. "Your pussy's the best!"

With one final thrust, he came inside you. Rutting and violently spasming as he filled your abused hole the 4th time tonight.

Time:10:30 PM

Recorded data (written): none

Recorded through Kamera data: none, battery level at 90 percent.

It was the fifth time tonight. Now he's fucking you from behind, your chest and the side of your face pressed against the wall as well as both of your palms. Alhaitham drilling his thick and veiny cock inside your spongy and abused walls. Your moans are getting louder again and he was fascinated the way you just came over and over because of his cock. You kept soaking and drenching his dick with your pussy juice. It started to make sloppy noises whenever he pushed in and out. You started to cream again, forming a ring on the base of his cock.

"You feel so good, Alhaitham~!" You moaned, feeling his tight grip against your beautiful hips and created crescent marks as he slammed his cock back and forth.

"Fuuuck this pussy is mine-- fuck fuck fuck--" he groaned, he took his left arm and wrapped his left palm to your neck and slowly pulled it making you arch your back and head hitting his shoulder. He slowly guided his palm that wrapped your neck to your jaw and continuously rutted. Now you can clearly hear his groans and panting.

He hammered his cockhead again and felt your spongy and plush cervix making him push his cock deeper as he came inside you again. He covered your cervix with his thick cum.

Time: 12:50 AM

Recorded data (written): none

Recorded data through kamera: Data recorded, battery level at 75 percent

"Didn't realize you had your kamera with you." He chuckled turning the camera on as he gazed at your body. Tired and a mess, cum dripping out from both of your pussy and ass hole. Saying that he liked it was an understatement, he loved it and seeing the mess you both made him harder. He realized that the slimy juice that it was a lubricant and the purpose of this fungi was an overall aphrodisiac with versatility.

"Haitham..." You called out his name, hoarse and small. You slowly opened your legs and revealed your aching and puffed cunt wanting for more. Alhaitham on the other hand set the kamera up just enough to get an angle of you and him in the frame together.

"Just for the data." He sighed, hoovering on top of you and pressing his lips against yours. Hands roaming around your waist before he positioned his cock again and decided teasing you. His cockhead teasing your puffy and abused entrance before he guided his length to your clit and gently pressed his head.

The pressure made you squirm and groan from his ministration. A few taps of his cockhead to your clit and a few pumping of his dick before he slowly reached out for your nape and raised it. Your weak body being supported by your wobbly elbows and your forehead against his.

"Put it in…" you hissed at him and brows furrowing.

"Not so polite are we?" Slowly inserted half his length making the excitement in your stomach rise up again and his hips buckle. "Say it, princess."

"Please put it in, please please please~" you plead with look of longing.

With a smirk, Alhaitham slowly pushed his cock inside you and guided his hand that held your nape and lowered it for you to watch him get inside you. He pushed until his head was greeted by your cervix but oh, he didn't stop there.

He slowly pushed further making you moan from the pressure of wanting to push further.

"Haitham--too deep~! Ahh~!"

Alhaitham couldn't resist to smirk while he looked at your eyes roll back and legs quivering. You just got this man hooked with your pussy and beauty.

"Cumming already?" he teased as he started to move his hips in a piston like pace.

Time: 3:33 AM

Recorded data(written): none

Recorded data through Kamera: Data recorded, battery level at 11%

"Too tired, Haitham…" you whined.

You took a pause for a moment as you felt your legs wobble and strain a pain from grinding him. Him buried deep in your ass wasn't on the menu but who would've thought that you both

would enjoy it. You rested your palms on both of his thighs and rested your back against his hard chest and took another deep breath as you started to bounce on his dick again. It was slow yet deep, something that made Alhaitham groan and hiss.

"I know, baby…" he chuckled as he saw you in action again. "…just can't get enough of you."

Talk about having three of your holes stretched out in a single night. You couldn't count how many times have he came inside your pussy and mouth and now he just discovered about the pleasure of having his cock buried deep inside your ass.

"So goood~ So deep~!" you whined, biting your lower lip and continued to bounce on his dick. It was sloppy and it was thanks to his cum and the lube combined together and oh, he loved to see the his cum and the lube together forming strings in your ass cheeks and asshole and making sloppy and erotic sounds each time you bounced on it.

He noticed your bouncing started to slow down until you stopped again, making him chuckle. He kissed your shoulder blade and whispered "Sofa."

Alhaitham helped you stand up and walked towards the sofa where you faced the arm of the sofa and rested your arms on it.

"Ass up," Alhaitham took his cock and slowly pushed it inside your ass again making you moan from stretching your whole with his size. "So b-big~" You rolled your eyes as he let a final push to burry it deep.

A sting left your right ass cheek when he slapped it and groping both cheeks, slowly making a move again. It started slow until it was fast and deep. Alhaitham took both of your arms and held it from behind, penetrating deeper and making you bend over forward.

Balls slapping against your clit making you moan louder. You were so lulled by his dick you didn't even realize that you have classes today. Same goes to Alhaitham and he could feel his climax reaching as well and with one final push deep, he came inside you.

Time: 6:30 AM

Recorded data(written): none

Recorded data through Kamera: none, kamera has shut down. battery at 0%.

"Thank the fucking Archons I have bought my keys-" Kaveh scanned his pocket to check if his keys were really in his pocket which of course is there. He hurriedly scanned the keys.

"Key key key- Archons where the fuck is that key!"

The little commotion just outside Alhaithams abode made the scribe awake. He was a light sleeper, it was enough to awake him since he knew this voice and tone so well it annoyed him early in the morning. Alhaitham was about to rise when he heard your small groans making him look at his chest.

The little commotion just outside Alhaitham's abode made the scribe awake. He was a light sleeper, it was enough to awake him since he knew this voice and tone so well it annoyed him early in the morning. Alhaitham was about to rise when he heard your small groans making him look at his chest.

There you were sleeping. Your once peaceful face grunted when Kaveh shouted another curse and that hit Alhaitham.'

'We fucked.' he said into himself. His brain was somewhat still foggy from last night and he could feel his worn out muscles. He heaved a sigh as to trying to figure what to do with you still sleeping while his roommate is already making his head hurt from his cursing and loud voice. Fragments of what happened last night made him groan especially when he saw the Kamera faced at them. Did it bother him? Well, he simply ignored it. He knew it was down but he knew it recorded some. Probably gonna check it out later.

"We're late for class," he whispered and gently stood up when you were awoken from his movements and the noise Kaveh made. Alhaitham didn't move another muscle and hoped you would just sleep but turns out you were trying to keep yourself awake by rubbing your eyes when you faced him.

"Alhai…" you then lowered your gaze and finally realized that you were in his bed NAKED. "…tham."

"It's okay, you should lie down and rest." he looked at your face before scanning your body. Bruises, marks, flushed face, and…

"my body hurts." you whispered, feeling a bit conscious when he started to scan your body. You covered it with his blanket and looked away.

…sore body. Alhaitham hid a somewhat victorious ghost smile and sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket barely covering his waist. His back was facing you and you noticed

The red marks on his back that somehow looked like a…

"Scratch?" you whispered again with your soft hoarse voice. Alhaitham heard, his right arm reaching his back before facing you. "I thought it was implied that Akademiya students shouldn't have long nails?" he looked at your fingers to see an opal-colored nail polish with your nails with just the right length and round shape which you quickly hid from him.

He looked at your figure again making him gaze at you intently, eyes piercing before he looked away and faced the wall. He palmed his face when he realized his morning wood is up and is in dire need of attention. Morning woods are normal to him every morning but this?

He shrugged off the want to feel your pussy walls in him again but Archons it did want him to feel that again. He stood up and got his brief and boxers and wore it. He took a new off coat from his cabinet and handed it over to you which you accepted. "Or would you like a sweatshirt instead?"

"This is already fine, thank you." you couldn't look at him, he was barely dressed and his body is too beautiful and distracting, stimulating you to think about irrational and unholy thoughts. Pray the archons none of them actually reads your mind.

You took the well folded and newly laundered cloth and looked at it. Your mind was still hazy and foggy making Alhaitham think you actually didn't know how to wear them. He took a sweatshirt from his cabinet and sat beside you.

"Seems like you forgot how to wear clothes I suppose."

"No…"

He didn't listen, he took his sweatshirt. "Get dressed, we're eating breakfast."

As much as you wanted to, you just felt that your body was that tired and just gave him a helpless look. "Haitham… need help. I feel sore."

Another sigh, Alhaitham took the blanket and revealed your body again. Plush thighs with marks, beautiful mounds with marks on your under boobs and some on your waist. Your neck and color bones decorated with his marks. Seems like he enjoyed his self quite too much last night he admitted. He gulped and helped you get clothed.

He then gazed at you.

"Don't look at me like that. Those eyes of yours" clenching his jaw, he looked at you again with piercing gaze.

"Look at you like?"

He came closer to you, gently wrapping his one arm all over your waist and pulling you close to him while he rested his back on the bed frame. He left kisses again on each mark he left on your neck and gently raised his sweatshirt you wore.

You softly whimpered from his actions, eyes closed and hands wrapped on his neck. Just as about he was about to leave another mark…

"Alhaitham open the fucking door, I have something to get!" Kaveh's frustrated voice and loud knocks made you hitch your breath. "Alhaitham! Damn it you Scribe! open!"

"Haitham…" You looked at him but he doesn't seem to mind Kaveh's wanting to break the door. He nibbled on your left nipple and gropped on your right breast while he looked at you. He started to suck on in it slowly and closed his eyes, alternating his sucking from your left nipple to your right.

Kaveh's knocks were getting loud and you were already telling Alhaitham that you should hide but oh, Alhaitham has better plans.

"Dude open the door, Archons!"

Alhaitham stood up and wore his shorts before he gently carried you like a bride as he went to the door. Truth is, you didn't know what Alhaitham's plan was. All he did was give you his stoic look before smiling devilishly while he draped you with his coat. You wrapped your arms around his neck to hold onto him.

Alhaitham finally opened the door.

"Thank Archons you actually opened-"

Kaveh's voice dropped as what he saw. Alhaitham gave him his usual stoic face as he gave you a nudge. You slowly looked at Kaveh with a flushed and embarrassed look.

"Come in." Alhaitham spoke. "Best not to leave your keys behind again." The sarcastic remark from Alhaitham dripping all over his tone.

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Dbd payneland idea #837282:

Someone offers Edwin a magic potion that erases unwanted romantic feelings within a week, and the only antidote is a true love's kiss before the deadline (or a kiss from the object of one's affection).

Edwin takes it and happily announces to Charles that in a week's time he'll be rid of his romantic feelings for him, only his platonic love for Charles remaining, so that the younger ghost doesn't have to worry about Edwin's confession in hell anymore.

And Charles's first reaction is horror. The idea of Edwin no longer loving him for some reason seems terrifying and just plain awful to him, even after he's reassured that the platonic one will remain intact. He wants to respect his friend's choice and for Edwin to be happy and free of the burden that his feelings for Charles apparently were.

But Charles just can't ignore how the whole situation makes him feel as cold as he was on the day of his death, so he starts to question himself. Does it mean he also has romantic feelings for Edwin or is he just scared that it might change how Edwin sees him? Is there a chance for them? So he takes it upon himself to spend the week analyzing his emotions and reflecting on their time together to figure out what he truly wants.

Needless to say, he figures it out on day 7. He absolutely is in love with Edwin. He has to rush to spill his feelings to the other boy before the time is up, has to convince Edwin he really means it, he's absolutely sure, so could Edwin please just kiss him already?!

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #payneland #my posts #charles rowland #painland #chedwin #dbd #dbda #dead boy detective agency

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I LOVE the version of Lucius in your fic Prison of the Phoenix. He's different from a lot of portrayals I've seen. Why did you decide to write him how you did?

A lot of the fun of writing a book-accurate fix-it fic comes from taking the events of the book, and removing JKRs (simplistic, misleading, sometimes just weird) narrative framing. Slytherins = baddies, Gryffindors = goodies, you know.

This is especially fun with Lucius Malfoy, who just like… isn’t very evil? Chamber of Secrets is his most villainous book, and I’ll get to that, but otherwise? He tries (unsuccessfully) to get the animal that attacked his kid killed. He donates to hospitals (but in like, an evil way.) He is a hilariously incompetent Death Eater, and then he's Voldemort’s punching bag.

That’s kind of the point of Lucius. He looks the part. He commits to the aesthetics of the thing, with the hair and the peacocks and the snake-wand-cane. He likes the mystique of walking into a room and knowing that you know (but can’t prove) he’s a dark wizard. It allows him to be… kinda lazy. He can coast on his family name, money, reputation, privilege. I really think that if you sat Lucius Malfoy down and asked him to walk you through all the wizard-supremacy talking points he wouldn’t be able to do it. He’ll toss around words like “mudblood” and “mudblood-lover” no problem, but in the end he doesn’t really care. Lucius is not a true believer. The way the world is set up benefits him tremendously and he doesn’t want Voldemort back. That’s just text:

“Use your brains, Ron,” said Bill. “If they really were Death Eaters… I bet they’d be even more frightened than the rest of us to see him come back. They denied they’d ever been involved with him when he lost his powers, and went back to their daily lives… I don’t reckon he’d be over-pleased with them, do you?”

Lucius and friends had too much to drink at a sporting event, put on the old outfits (again with the aesthetics) and started levitating muggles. Which obviously isn’t GOOD, but they’re not killing or torturing, or furthering any kind of agenda. It’s important that Barty is so insulted and pissed off by the way they’re basically playing Dark Wizard that he casts the Dark Mark to “show [them] what loyalty to the Dark Lord meant, and to punish them for their lack of it.” Which kicks off most of the events of the book.

Prison of the Phoenix is going to have a companion, parallel fic told from Harry’s POV (tentatively titled Harry Potter and Malfoy’s Suspicious Interest in Werewolves.) Lucius does show up in that one, and I was honestly surprised by how much more frightening and intimidating he is when filtered through Harry’s perspective. Because with a Severus POV… when Severus is used to spending time around Voldemort, Greyback, Bellatrix, honestly Dumbledore and Sirius Black…. Lucius is not scary. Lucius wants to buy presents for his son, go to high-profile events with his beautiful wife, and wear a variety of snake-themed accessories and extravagant hats.

I wanted a kind of college-roommates-who-stayed-friends feel for the Severus + Lucius relationship, because they are friends. Sirius calls Severus Lucius’ “lapdog,” and Narcissa calls him Lucius’ “oldest friend.” Lucius is also part of the welcoming committee when Severus is first sorted into Slytherin. He’s five years older (I think Jason Isaacs is the only Harry Potter adult the same age as the character he plays), which would have affected the dynamic between him and Severus a lot in school. Personally, I think it makes sense for Lucius to be a little protective of this brilliant half-blood kid with no money. And as an adult, there’s some guilt mixed in there as well. Severus probably would not have been sucked into the Voldemort thing nearly as deep or nearly as fast if it hadn’t been for Lucius, and the war kind of destroyed him. Lucius remembers a younger Severus who was modding potions, inventing spells, coming up with cheeky nicknames for himself, and that person is gone. That’s a big part of the reason he’s so invested in the Severus/Remus relationship in Prison of the Phoenix. Something about Remus has managed to wake up parts of that younger Severus, and Lucius thinks that’s fantastic.

I also think Lucius might be the character who knows Voldemort the best. He’s one of the only Death Eaters who Voldemort calls by their first name (Bellatrix, Severus, and Draco are the others) and he’s weirdly familiar with his “slippery friend” Lucius, addressing the whole speech about how/why he returned to him, for some reason? Anything that helps Voldemort make sense as a person I’ll take, and to me it makes sense that young Tom Riddle charmed Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius’ father, first. The dates are right, and he’s exactly Tom’s type - rich, pureblood, probably easily flattered (let’s be honest) and sitting on a pile of magical artifacts. It’s very Hepzibah Smith vibes, is what I’m saying. And rich, posh, popular seventeen year olds don’t join cults. But if Lucius’ father was already in a cult…

It also makes sense to me that Tom Riddle got sort of stuck when he killed Marvolo Gaunt, and made his first horcrux at sixteen. He has this fascination with sixteen year old pureblood wizards (so Barty, Draco, and Lucius would have fit this profile.) He sort of wants to be them, but also sort of wants to break them? It’s messy, and complicated. It’s creepy and compelling, that Lucius is aging but this spectre that’s dominated his life isn’t.

And so when Lucius gives Ginny the diary in Book 2… it makes sense that he’s just trying to get rid of it. He was just at Borgin and Burkes selling dark artifacts, but knows that the diary is worse. He needs to make sure it can’t possibly be traced back to him. So he gives it to the daughter of the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. (It is an enchanted muggle artifact, after all.) If Arthur Weasley finds it and deals with it, fine. If Ginny is discovered with it in a way that blows up in Arthur’s face, also fine. If it does get to Hogwarts and does open the Chamber of Secrets - well Draco is going to be fine, and it might undermine Dumbledore. If it was really important to Lucius that the diary rid the school of muggleborns… he would have given it to Draco had him use it. Or given it to Draco, and told him to leave it somewhere for an enemy to find. But Lucius doesn’t do that, because he doesn’t want Voldemort back and his politics just aren’t that important to him.

The one trait I did give Lucius that doesn’t go back to the books is just being madly in love with Narcissa. Lucius is an unrepentant wife guy. (And I mean… it doesn’t contradict anything. There isn’t anything in the books to suggest that he isn’t a wife guy.) I honestly did that for structural reasons. I’m writing a romance with Severus, who has the emotional awareness of a stack of roofing tiles. He just really, really needed a friend he could ask for relationship advice.

#prison of the phoenix #hp #jkr critical #lucius malfoy #lucius malfoy meta #severus snape #snupin #remus x severus #fanfiction #hp analysis #tom riddle

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Eileen Prince

I'm relentlessly curious about how a witch from Slytherin, a house that values cunning and ambition on paper, and bloodlines/nobility in its culture, ended up living in a muggle slum.

Unfortunately for me, she's a barely mentioned character written by an author who consistently fails to portray female characters with depth or dimension. The women in Harry Potter are portrayed as either maternal or villains, or, in Ginny Weasley's case, as redeemed by their masculine traits (because Rowling's Thatcher era feminism dictates that equality for women = emulating patriarchal ideas of manhood). About as much as you can expect from an author who's as unable to acknowledge the personhood of trans women as she is to write women as actual people. This leaves a lot of room for interpreting or delving into what Eileen Prince's life may have looked like, and how that would have affected her son's development.

There are three direct mentions of Eileen in the text :

“The picture showed a skinny girl of around fifteen. She was not pretty; she looked simultaneously cross and sullen, with heavy brows and a long, pallid face. Underneath the photograph was the caption: Eileen Prince, Captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones Team.”

HBP Ch. 25

“I was going through the rest of the old Prophets and there was a tiny announcement about Eileen Prince marrying a man called Tobias Snape, and then later an announcement saying that she’d given birth to a" “ — murderer,” spat Harry.

HBP ch. 30

“Harry looked around: he was on platform nine and three-quarters, and Snape stood beside him, slightly hunched, next to a thin, sallow-faced, sour-looking woman who greatly resembled him.”

DH Ch. 33

(Shoutout to Harry James Potter, who didn't recognize Eileen's fifth year photo despite her resemblance to Snape, the teacher whose classroom he got his used Potions book from. Shoutout also to Harry James Potter who didn't connect the dots between the Prince's handwriting and Snape's, a teacher who regularly wrote instructions on the board. "I needed to make the plot work, ok?" - JK Rowling, probably.)

Other relevant excerpts:

“Snape staggered - his wand flew upwards, away from Harry - and suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his: a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner ”

OoTP Ch. 26

“Harry delved into his trunk and pulled out his copy of Advanced Potion-Making before getting into bed. There he turned its pages, searching, until he finally found, at the front of the book, the date that it had been published. It was nearly fifty years old.”

HBP Ch. 16

Supplemental material re: Gobstones from JK Rowling:

"...it remains a minority sport within the wizarding world, and does not enjoy a very ‘cool’ reputation, something its devotees tend to resent. Gobstones is most popular among very young wizards and witches, but they generally ‘grow out’ of the game, becoming more interested in Quidditch as they grow older. ... Gobstones enjoys limited popularity at Hogwarts, ranking low among recreational activities, way behind Quidditch and even Wizarding Chess." [There's an additional sentence on the Harry Potter wiki's Gobstones page: "...it is also known as 'the thinking wizard's Quidditch.'"]

A few conclusions can be drawn from what little information we're given about Eileen:

She's described as "cross and sullen" around the age of 15, and as "sallow-faced, sour-looking" when she's older.

She's captain of the Gobstones club around her fifth year, so she likely marched to the beat of her own drum - given that Gobstones isn't particularly popular - and owns it proudly enough to take, or even seek out, a leadership role.

The sport is described as "the thinking wizard's Quidditch" which would imply Eileen was more interested in intellectual challenges and was clever (and can be paralleled with a young Severus' comment about "if you'd rather be brawny than brainy" to James Potter when they first meet on the Hogwarts Express).

Her marriage and the birth of her son are both announced in the paper, which might mean the family she came from was of some importance or note, or perhaps something else... but we'll get to that.

If we assume that Severus' secondhand copy of Advanced Potion Making was originally Eileen's (reasonable, though there is no textual evidence) then its publication date is likely around the time she was a sixth year, given that this particular text was specific to students beginning to prep for N.E.W.T. exams. Harry begins his sixth year in 1996 when the book is "nearly fifty years old," so we can assume Eileen was 16 years old sometime not long after 1946. Severus was born in 1960, which would mean Eileen was in her mid-late 20s at the time.

Her marriage was dysfunctional at best, abusive at worst. As per a Pottermore post that is still up on WizardingWorld.com: "...the desperately lonely and unhappy childhood [Severus] had with a harsh father who didn’t hold back when it came to the whip." Based on this, we can assume Tobias was abusive, and given Eileen's cowering as he shouted at her, she presumably feared him.

From these bits of information emerges the image of a woman who either had a surly personality, or at the very least was guarded, though perhaps just formal. There isn't really any difference in how her face is set when she's in an everyday setting like King's Cross, or when she's having her picture taken for the Gobstones Club. It's possible she was a stern, unsmiling person, but it's also possible - given that her wedding and child were announced in the paper - that she came from a family of some standing and was raised to conduct herself with hallmarks of British class, such as dignity and unaffectedness. After all, there are several wizarding families - such as the Potters - who are wealthy purebloods with social standing but are not part of the Sacred 28. Additionally, the Gobstones Club portrait would have been taken around the mid-1940s, when portraits were formal and their subjects did not often smile, and given that we see only a snippet of Eileen, we don't have enough information that she was unhappy or sour. It's also important to remember that we see her portrait and Snape's memory of her through Harry's perspective and, like his perception of Snape himself, this may convey Harry's biases.

We also know from the text that Snape had a house in a deserted part of Cokeworth, a fictional Midlands town that presumably had a collapsed milling industry, at the end of a street called Spinner's End. There's a great thread that goes into details about the kind of 2 up 2 down house it would have been, and we can assume that this is Snape's family home given that we know he and Lily grew up in Cokeworth. For all intents and purposes, the conclusion we can draw from this being the Snape family's home in the 60s is that they were working class and cripplingly poor. Most estates like this had been cleared by the 60s, and no longer exist today.

This begs the question: how did a witch from a possibly well-off family end up in an abusive marriage in an irrelevant slum?

Buckle up kids, we're leaving the world of textual references and veering into deep meta territory now. I won't label any of this as head canon because I'm not set on these interpretations, and am just drawing conclusions from the text, but some of it may be a bit loose even for meta.

If Eileen was 16 years old not long after 1946, then she would have finished school in the late 40s, possibly even 1950. While some people (including past me) posit the theory that Tobias may have been injured in WWII and his injuries debilitated him, forcing him to go on the dole and affecting his mental health, I'm increasingly skeptical of this theory. It would make more sense if Eileen had known him before he was drafted/enlisted and had committed to a relationship with him, which would then have changed when he came back from the war and was altered. If we assume Eileen's age based on the idea that it was her own copy of Advanced Potion Making Severus used, then she would still have been at school during WWII (which makes an interesting parallel with Severus' own experience of spending the bulk of the first wizarding war against Voldemort as a student at school).

I do think, however, that there's merit in the theory that Tobias suffered some kind of altering injury and that he wasn't necessarily abusive before Eileen committed herself to him. It makes little sense for a Slytherin graduate who was confident and self-posessed enough to be the face of an unpopular club to be drawn to a partner so abusive his shouts caused her to cower and who whipped his child freely. If, however, he was a charming, happy man when they met who suffered a life-altering injury, the trauma of which left him a shell of his former self, then someone like Eileen might stick around for the sake of the parts of his old self she can still see in him.

It's interesting that she didn't seem to use her magic to protect herself or her son, or even to dress her son in clothing that fit, but we know from the text that depression can cause a wizard's powers to wane:

“...it is also possible that her unrequited love and the attendant despair sapped her of her powers; that can happen”

HBP Ch. 13 (Dumbledore talking about Merope Gaunt)

The fact that the Snapes retained the house in Spinner's End seems to indicate that they continued to live there even when the local industry dried up and the slum was cleared as workers were moved to other parts of the country where they were needed (presumably what happened given *gestures at British history*). The most likely explanation for this would be that Tobias wasn't able to work, and perhaps did suffer an injury, only it was at work, and not during the war. This would mean the family lived on the dole (ie. welfare) and also that he would have spent a lot more time at home. It would also explain his anger and frustration that led to abusive behavior (which isn't to say that disabled people are abusive by any means, but it would have been emasculating for a man who considered himself the breadwinner in the 60s, and chronic pain coupled with limited abilities would give anyone a short fuse).

Moreover, this living situation seems to indicate that there is no additional support coming from anywhere. Where is Eileen's family? Why were they not helping? There's no indication in the text that there is any connection with them at all. We can infer from Snape's memories that, as a child, he learned what he knew about the magical world from his mother. This implies that she talked to him about it a fair amount, and his conviction that he and Lily were going to Hogwarts well before they got their letters also implies that Eileen expected him to go there and was set on her son having a magical education, despite how little she seemed to use her own powers.

Severus knows a lot about the wizarding world as a child, including that prisoners are sent to Azkaban and that it's guarded by Dementors, Hogwarts' house structure and what to expect when he and Lily get there, and about the Statute of Secrecy and the laws around it. When Lily asks him if it makes a difference being Muggleborn, Severus hesitates before replying no, presumably because he's aware of pureblood bias being a part of wizarding culture.

Perhaps that's the reason Eileen's family doesn't seem to be in the picture. My own theory is that Eileen hadn't planned to commit herself to Tobias long-term, and Severus was an accidental outcome of an innocent tryst in which a young Eileen, an educated witch from a well to do pureblood family, was having fun slumming it with a working class muggle and ended up pregnant. While we don't know the wizarding world's attitude around pregnancy and abortion, we do know it's a conservative and classist society that parallels muggle British culture fairly closely, and that the late 50s/early 60s were a time when an out of wedlock baby would have been considered a disgrace.

Add to that the anti-muggle bias of a pureblood family and it sounds like Eileen was disowned her for her mistake (and don't @ me, but even though I know that not all Slytherins are purebloods, it does seem to be a persistent cultural value of the house reaching back to Salazar Slytherin himself, so Eileen's being sorted into it can reasonably be taken as an indication of her blood status). Perhaps the marriage and birth announcements in the Daily Prophet were put in by Eileen herself, if she was a woman from a family where this was customary. It may have been her way of letting her family know of the events, or even of asserting herself and even deliberately defying them, announcing to the whole wizarding world that a Prince married and had a child with a muggle. It makes sense that the girl who wasn't just in the Gobstones club, but became captain, would also say to herself, why shouldn't I have my marriage announced in the paper like everyone else in the family?

It's worth noting that mid-late 20s is pretty young to have a baby in the wizarding world, where the life expectancy and child bearing years are much longer than they are for a muggle. According to the Harry Potter wiki:

"Wizard life expectancy in Britain reached an average 137¾ years in the mid-1990s, according to the Ministry of Divine Health ... Wizards in general have a much longer life expectancy than Muggles, usually living two or three times as long as their non magical counterparts, some living even longer than that depending on circumstances. In addition, seeing as James Potter's parents had him "late in life,” witches likely have significantly longer childbearing years than Muggle women."

Although we see several characters in Severus' generation getting married and having kids not long after leaving school, there's a mention in the text that a lot of people were doing this during Voldemort's reign, as the fear he inspired made people more eager to get a move on with life since they thought they might die any day (I think Mrs. Weasley says this but I can't find the quote, @ me if you do). It's clear this wasn't the norm in the wizarding world. Eileen was a Slytherin, a house that values cunning, ambition, and strong wizarding heritage. Something must have gone very wrong in Eileen's life for her to end up having a child so young and living in a muggle slum.

And so it's possible Eileen Prince found herself pregnant and alone, having been disowned by her family to save face in light of her disgrace, and dependent on the only person she was still close to, the father of her child. It's the kind of storyline that Rowling would write, and it would parallel fairly closely the story of Voldemort's mother, thus adding another to the long list of similarities between Voldemort and Snape.

Lorrie Kim makes an interesting point when she talks about how Snape has a strong reaction to other people having a love life or romantic experiences (the context being Rowling's intention of his love for Lily being romantic and unrequited), but doesn't react particularly strongly to mothers sacrificing themselves for their children, whereas Voldemort does. Her insight, and I think it's a reasonable one, is that Severus accepts the idea of mothers making sacrifices for their children, whether it's Lily giving her life for Harry or Narcissa risking all she did to ask for his help in protecting Draco, because his own mother protected him from his father as much as she could.

There's a lot of room for interpretation on what Eileen's relationship with her son looked like, and what it says about her own state. She may have prioritized not angering Tobias to protect Severus, who as a child might have perceived her actions as a form of rejection. At the same time, she seems to have prepared him thoroughly for life in the magical world, perhaps in the hope that he would find his place in it and escape home. Perhaps she missed it and told him so much about it so she could live through her own memories.

The only time we see her argue with Tobias, in Severus' memory, she's cowering as he shouts. We know from JK Rowling that Tobias used corporal punishment liberally, which implies Eileen didn't stop him despite her magical abilities. We also see in the text, however, that while at school Severus stood up for himself against bullies and fought back, and that he was an exceptionally clever and powerful wizard. As an adult he was brave enough to face Dumbledore when he betrayed Voldemort, and later fought against Voldemort right under his nose (or lack thereof). So it stands to reason that at some point Severus began to stand up against Tobias too.

How much of that was Eileen's influence, or the result of Severus seeing her acceptance of her fate and rejecting it for himself, is hard to say. As for what happened to Tobias and Eileen that their house was Severus' by the mid-90s and they were nowhere in sight, I don't think there's enough information in the text to infer.

#meta #long post #eileen prince

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YO, SUPER LATE SUPER LONG SUPER MESSY OCTOBER POST THAT I JUST SHOVED EVERYTHING INTO BC I DIDN'T WANT TO DO MULTIPLE. FUCK IT.

I forgot halfway that these were supposed to be costumes and not mini aus... SO REMEMBER IN MY PLACE, EVERYTHING IS HYPOTHETICAL. also. some have a bit of yandere elements to them bc its SO FITTING FOR NORITOSHI.

Happy late October, everyone. it's winter now. Let's get it, baby.

[Long rambles and doodles under the cut!]

Vampire!

I kept asking myself, "How sexy is too sexy.." and "How the fuck does a sexy vampire even look like without it being a shirtless guy w fangs or Edward Cullen....." I think I figured it out

Sure, sure, vampires are superhumans with sun allergies that can drink blood really hotly. They can also easily overpower you to feast and blah blah blah, but what if said vampire (Noritoshi) was too weak to do any of that? Not literally, but he craves your say. He wants not only your blood but your affection. He wants to get praised as he drinks you in. Are you comfortable? How much will you allow him to take? Do you want to get him back in return? Guidance with this makes him feel more at ease. It's still Noritoshi at the end of the day. He's going to find a way to be a little awkward about you because of his crush. He refuses to drink from anyone other than you, even if it causes his death. Therefore, he has to keep you healthy! For the rest of your lives..! Besides, he can't really go outside or else he'd.. y'know. So if you think about it, this is a very beneficial relationship for both of you!!

The only downside is that you're losing blood on the regular, and for some reason, more people are moving away... Probably nothing, right? Noritoshi is always there to keep you company and help you recover anyways.

Witch!

my attempts also bled into the witch design.... you got greedy with requesting two in one ask, but I'll spoil you this time bc I also wanted to see Noritoshi as a (sexy) vampire and witch. heh. AND I DIDNT REALIZE HED BE SO CUTE AS A WITCH..... WHAT THE FUCK?? rip momo, fight for your title of cute witch...

Noritoshi strikes me as one of those witches who'd rather be left to their own devices because they're running some important magic whatever in the background. though, he'll take some breaks and indulge you if you insist on having him around. Insist meaning you pass by and strike conversation, leaving him to neglect anything and everything to prioritize his time with you. He doesn't want to use magic on you unless it's beneficial for either you or both. Noritoshi likes a natural progression with you that he knows for a fact is true and not some product of some spell. Though it doesn't mean he wouldn't use charms and such to get you to interact with him more often to speed up the process!

Can't sleep? He has a remedy perfect for that! Bad luck? Oh no, take a charm. Nerves? A potion he perfected will help you ease your jitters. Annoying peers? With a snap of Noritoshi's fingers, they're gone! Just don't ask what happened. Enjoy yourself instead and come to him with any new issue. He's quick to resolve it.

Definitely has some sort of doll that looks suspiciously like you.. Noritoshi would probably talk to it and practice one liners that give you the strongest sense of nostalgia once he uses them. He's simultaneously giddy that the charm he put in the doll works but also a little annoyed that his hard work isn't surprising you, but leaving you with deja vu.

Idol!

i was crying the entire time bc what does an idol look like.... noritoshi is handsome enough to be an idol without actually being an idol... now i can confirm that idols are very well dressed though. thumbs up 100% but i had some thoughts...

[Idol]

Noritoshi would be the type to cherish his fans, but hold clear favoritism over you. he'd be those idols that look cold, but they talk, and they sound smug in a charming way. i don't know much about idols, but i know he'd be so fucking good.... he'd be the type of guy to sing to you amongst the hundreds in the crowd.... ahhh the interviews w these famous aus. they're just talking and acting like themselves. can you imagine Noritoshi getting asked the question if he has a lover or not? he can lie, im sure you're alright with that, but he doesn't want to!! he does have someone!!! someone he loves more than all his fans love for him combined!!! he just can't say it for the sake of your privacy and his career. so Noritoshi does what any charming guy who's good with their words does. he deflects the question. answering the question, but not really, that'd be something he's known for. fans online are split on why Noritoshi does this. some think he's trying to keep that side of his life private, others think he's trying to mess around, and others think he's hiding a secret lover!!! though the last one is usually seen as the outlandish one, sometimes it makes Noritoshi's heart drop bc they get some things right. "Having a lover is a complicated question hidden behind a simple disguise. If I had to answer, I'd say my lovers are my audience. they make sure i'm well cared for, some more than others." AND HIS FUCKING LITTLE SMIRK I CANT COUGHS UP BLOOD. IM A THEORIST TOO. SECRET LOVER. 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

ON THE FLIP SIDE....

[Not an Idol]

An amusing thought where Noritoshi goes out in his casual clothes, and he's mistaken for an idol. No one knows who he is, but he just looks like he'd be one. bro's just trying to buy groceries, and now he has a fan group asking him to take pictures with them.. He'd tell them that he's just a guy, not an idol, but the group would still want a picture with him. it'd be a waste to pass by someone who's so naturally gorgeous, so with a sigh of defeat, he relents. It's just a photo, right? No harm done. Noritoshi'd go home and feel overwhelmed/embarrassed by the whole ordeal. later, he gets a call from someone in the kyoto group or you to inform him how he's all over social media, known as that handsome guy in the supermarket. HED BE COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE TO MEDIA OUTLETS BC NORITOSHI IS THAT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA.... he'd have to make one to make sure no one pretends to be him online. "Hello, I don't use social media, but I've been informed I've been getting attention online. To prevent anyone from being fooled by an impersonator, this is my official and only account. thank you." P.R. STATEMENT WRITING ASS.. his single post gets flooded with likes, comments, and DMs. it almost blows up his phone..... he was just buying bread, dude...... people try to dig up and find him through the other Kyoto group's social media.

[bonus] my second in command requested to put him in a fem idol outfit bc he thought it was funny. after frothing at the mouth and coughing out blood, I complied.

Doctor!

THIS IS SUCH A STRAIGHT FORWARD ASK BUT IT HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. MY BELOVED CULT MEMBER.. THOSE EMOJIS GIVE ME A DIFFERENT IMPRESSION BUT IM NOT SURE.

Noritoshi as a doctor...... apple sales would plummet. his little clinic's business would skyrocket. sick cases would peak in his area. getting your heart checked by his stethoscope would be so fucking embarrassing bc all he'd hear is THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS YOUR DOCTOR? BRO.

COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH.

Noritoshi would probably own a small clinic that he wants to expand. That or he opened one after working for a hospital for a while. He's a great doctor who's most likely respected but a pain in the ass to work with. Among patients, he's gotten the hot doctor reputation. Most want to be treated by him, but he's so professional, any chance of trying to flirt goes down the drain. Yeah, he puts his hair up to avoid it in his face even though his eyes are closed classic lab safety procedures. He seems like the type to have a soothing but authoritative voice during examination, so he gets his message across. it's a bit difficult when dealing with patients for Noritoshi. If he sees them too often, he firstly scolds you for not taking care of yourself, then feels guilty for not giving you the proper care. Keep yourself safe and healthy, or else Noritoshi will clearly :( Putting him in a yandere setting would be dangerous. He'd have a lot of control over you, considering he can prescribe medication, shots, visits, and other things.... he'd have a ball.... nothing that would cause you any harm, of course. he's only looking out for you and doing what's best for you..!

Pirate!

my second in command wanted a pirate. pirates are so fucking cool and i know damn well if this guy were a pirate he'd have a bunch of battle scars under that fancy coat.

Noritoshi as a pirate would be more than a little odd, but also fitting. He looks like the type of guy who'd be well put together, yet he's willing to get his hands dirty. Like the guy who got into the pirate life because of some personal issue that couldn't be solved fast enough through conventional means. Even as a pirate, i imagine he holds everyone to high standards. They're still pirates though.. so his expected standards aren't even that high. He has more freedom here, so even he himself lets loose once or twice. Especially with you. He's even able to get away with more violent actions for you, the seas are unpredictable, after all. While taking some treasure, Noritoshi'd toss you a gem or golden coin, just so you can say you were the first to claim it. Just so he can see that happy glint in your eyes when getting your hands on treasure. God forbid anyone try to get their hands on your hard earned goods. They'd be met with a bullet to the foot or a sword at their neck. Everyone and their mother knows how you're his favorite, but Noritoshi downplays it. Its not a crime to help out someone from his crew is it? Not in the seven seas. He leans more into his cold ruthless killer side here. He has goals and people to help keep in line whether hes captain or not. Yet when around you, he's almost adorable in how he shows you a pearl so entrancing that it reminded him of you.

Corpse Bride!

my submission to my Noritoshi Halloween costume closet.. CORPSE BRIDE, THIS MOVIE FUCKS. esp w the yandere elements.

Noritoshi 100% made you recite the wedding vows to him before accepting the ring. If you fumbled up, he'd correct you with SO much attitude and expect you to start from the top until you got it perfectly.

Hypothetically, in the chalice scene towards the end..

Noritoshi is the type to never be fully relaxed unless he knows for sure you'll be eternally his. In this scenario, YOU proposed to HIM but have to die to continue being together. Not only that, but someone in the living world is also after your heart. Someone who bleeds. Someone who's the obvious choice. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. Someone who will succeed in their pursuits if you. remain. alive. Noritoshi's life was cut short, yet he still managed to lose so much and be abandoned a considerable amount of times. When he meets you and finds out about the possibility of having to go through that again even in death, it finally clicks in his rotting mind. He realizes he's been doing something wrong to keep constantly failing. Noritoshi revises his methods to a more.. selfish course. Why should he care about anyone else's wants or how his actions hurt them? You were the only one who made him truly fulfilled, to make him feel alive. The only one who deserves anything and everything good that comes from this world. Destiny is never done toying with him when he realizes your marriage is invalid because of your pulse and his lack thereof no matter how hard he'd try, but the opportunity arises. of course, he's ecstatic to give you an afterlife worth much more than what a silly beating heart can achieve. "All people die eventually. If you miss your living family or friends, all it takes is patience, darling. I'll wait by your side in the meantime." He weighs the pros and cons of everything, but when it comes to swaying manipulating your thoughts he only highlights the ones that'll get you on his side. in this case, the pros of dying to be with him! Honestly, the answer was so obvious that Noritoshi didn't know why he was stressing about it before. It hurts him to see you in any type of pain, but he reassures both himself and you that it'll only be for a moment. Afterward, he'll have the rest of your afterlives to make it up to you!! What happened to Till Death Do Us Part? Noritoshi thinks it's insulting that something as shallow as that could be so widely accepted. If your love were true, it wouldn't stop just because the world decided to take them away. "Till death do us part? Darling, don't be silly. 'Not even death will do us part' feels much better, doesn't it?"

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #yandere noritoshi #yandere kamo noritoshi #yandere noritoshi kamo #merry october #???#ragingbisegzual #charamander459 #I FUCKING LIVED THROGUH THIS GOD I FELT SO BAD I TOOK SO LONG ESP SINCE ITS ALREADY HALFWAY INTO NOVEMBER BUT HERE WE GO. BABY IS HERE #i thought i was so smart making this look like a fashion show. anyway hi im still alive just busy #vampire and witch nori were makin my brain fry bc all the outfits for guys were their shirt off. it was both funny and testing my creativit #as for idol.. heh. <- in love with forbidden love and secret relationships and 'we shouldnt be doing this' 'i know' *does it anyway*#I WAS TEARING MY HAIR OUT AT DOCTOR. LIKE I LIKE THE CONCEPT BUT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO.. PUT HIM IN SCRUBS???#im not upset im just so entertained by how straight forward you were yet there are still so many implications in this ask #LIKE YOU WROTE FOUR WORDS AND TWO EMOJIS AND THATS ALL IT TOOK FOR ME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE #now that i think abt it. i shouldve put him in a hot nurse outfit... //punches myself in the face #THATS WHY ANY FAMOUS/ROYAL/REPUTATION AU IS MY SHIT BC THEY HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP/EACHOTHER AGH FROTHS AT THE MOUTH #i love how the pirate noritoshi is a cool guy until he sees you and turns into a simp #CORPSE BRIDE WAS SO SELF INDULGENT. THAT MOVIE FUCKS SO HARD. THE USE OF 'DARLING' WAS BC EMILY USED IT IN THE MOVIE #IT HAD SO MANY YAN VIBES BUT FUCK. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GREEN FLAG EMILY. I LOVE YOU #heh. the lace and mask are supposed to represent the bones and such. didnt mean to give him a phantom of the opera look.. though it fits...#null rot

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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happy pride!! dealer’s choice <3

Steve is going to die again just a few short years after waking up in this new world and his death is going to be significantly less glorious the second time around.

“You don’t think he’s going to come,” Duke Rhodes says, tied up next to him and in even worse shape than he is. An unfortunate side effect of not being a sorcerer’s experiment and being nearly a decade older than him, he assumes.

“You do?” he asks, too exhausted to filter himself like he tries to do around him.

Rhodes raises an eyebrow. “I think his champion and his general are tempting enough bait, yes. Listening to their demands and showing up alone is also the most foolish choice he could possibly make, so I’m confident the king won’t be able to help himself.”

Those words would be treason from anyone else, but Rhodes has long been King Anthony’s personal confidant, and the one managing this war for the king from the beginning. Steve supposes that grants the man a certain level of leeway.

Steve is, now and always, exactly what he was enchanted to be. The King’s Champion. From the moment he woke up in a land at once so familiar and so different from his own, he renewed the vow he took seventy years ago. To serve his king and uphold the dignity of the realm so long as a Stark sat on the throne.

King Howard, however, had been an easier man to serve. He’d at least taken the time to meet with Steve, for one, had taken an active interest in the war he fought rather than delegating it and holing himself up in his castle. He’d been cold, and detached in many way from the realities of the war he’d started, but he was a king, and his attention, however brief, had always rallied the troops in a way that Steve admired.

King Anthony at least delegates well, he’ll give the man that. Rhodes does not come from noble blood, something they share, but by the time Steve woke up here it was long past something others were willing to hold against Rhodes. His title of Duke had been a gift from the king. His title of General had been one he earned.

“Steve?” Rhodes frowns, eyeing him like he’s looking for injuries that he hasn’t noticed.

Perhaps Steve is more injured than he thinks, because he doesn’t have the good sense to stop himself from saying, “He did not come for his alchemist.”

He tenses, but Rhodes just sighs, shifting in his bonds as if trying to find a more comfortable position even though if that existed, they would have found it by now. “You hold a grudge for something that happened not only before your time, but for something that Edward does not.”

“Edward is too forgiving,” he says stiffly and doesn’t say the same of Rhodes even though he thinks it often.

He sees the warmth and tenderness and affection between Rhodes and Edward clearly and it galls him that Rhodes has so easily forgiven his king leaving the man Rhodes loves to die. Edward is often trying to coax Steve and Rhodes into a more affectionate relationship, but it’s a hurdle Steve can’t quite overcome.

When he’d first awoken there had been nothing but mourning and determination and another war and then there was Edward. Infuriating and funny and warm and completely irreverent, the only person who seemed to treat him as more than cursed and made his terrible circumstances feel like home. Alchemist, armorer, blacksmith – he seemed to do everything and anything required by the crown and with a speed and skill that left Steve breathless. Rhodes may be directing and managing the war but without Edward’s tinctures and potions and weapons and armor, the war would have been lost long ago.

And when he’d been kidnapped and held for ransom, their enemy demanding the king’s presence to free him, the king had stayed safe in his castle.

Steve understood it logically. He’d had no queen or heir at the time and was the last legitimate Stark. Even if he’d been the type of king who cared about his people, he could not risk himself for a subject, no matter how valuable, no matter how much that subject sacrificed or gave or how valuable he was.

But that was just as true for him and Rhodes as it was for Edward and the king had left Edward to be tortured. They had tried to force him to make weapons, to betray his king, and Edward had refused. Steve saw some of the marks of that torture even now, years later, and he could not bring himself to love a king who did not care for that devotion, who hid away in his castle and let better men fight for his kingdom.

He was not required to love his king, only obey and serve him, and that Steve had always done.

He’d earned his title too. Both under King Howard and King Anthony. Being the King’s Champion did not mean being his friend. Not that was something he could claim to be, when he’d never even met the man.

“The Iron Mage saved him and the Iron Mage serves the king,” Rhodes points out, as if Steve doesn’t know that. “Isn’t that enough?”

The Iron Mage is his battle brother and his friend and yet another pillar keeping the kingdom steady while King Anthony can’t seem to be bothered. He holds the light of a star in the center of his chest and uses magic like a blunt weapon, the elements of the star sliding over his body, shifting and changing metals as he brutalizes the battlefield. Those that had captured Edward had found their base reduced to rubble and the Iron Mage appeared wielding a power that not even Sorcerer Strange could explain.

They said he was Goddess blessed, sent from the heavens as a shooting star to aid the king in his war, to ensure victory for the Starks who ruled by divine right of the Goddess Herself. Steve wasn’t sure of all that. The Iron Mage seemed man enough, for all he was constantly covered in his strange shifting, shimmering metal. His voice came out raspy and too low, as if he was in pain, and Steve often wondered if holding the core of a star was worth the consequences, but he was the last one to ask questions like that, considering what he’d allowed Sorcerer Erskine to do to him. The Iron Mage’s humor was wry and ever present despite that, and Steve often thought that he and Edward would get along, if the Iron Mage could ever be coaxed into spending time off the battlefield with the man he saved all those years ago.

But he couldn’t quite lay that victory at King Anthony’s feet. If anything, it seemed like the Iron Mage had used saving Edward as a way to secure his place at the king’s side, rather than that he’d been sent by the king in the first place. No one had heard of such a mage before that, after all.

“Perhaps the Iron Mage will come for us,” he says instead of answering. It’s possible. But the Iron Mage is supposed to be on the other end of the battlefield by now and by the time he hears of his and Rhodes’s capture, it may be too late.

Rhodes shakes his head. “You need to have a little more faith in your king.”

“Why should I?” he snaps, knowing starting an argument when they’re literally tied together is a dumb decision, but like most of his dumb decisions, he can’t help himself. “When King Howard dragged us to war, he at least let us see his face, he made an effort. I hardly expect a king to take to the battlefield, but King Anthony stays in his castle, with his drink and his women if the rumors are to be believed. Queen Virginia has introduced herself to the soldiers several times but the king has not. What sort of man is he to ask faith from me?”

“Well, I said faith, not trust,” Rhodes says tiredly. “Tony didn’t start this war and he’s doing his best to end it.” It’s rare that Rhodes will slip into the familiar name for the king, but it startles Steve every time, the reminder of just how close the general and the king are, and how little that closeness had mattered when Edward was captured. “Although I’ll grant you that you’re right about one thing.”

Steve is exhausted suddenly, in a way that has little to do with his lack of sleep or his injuries, but he’s too grateful for Rhodes keeping his temper while he can’t to ignore him now. “What’s that?”

“Tony is nothing like his father.”

#god i love identity shenanigans #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #avengers

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a-twistedheartslonging · 5 months

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*cough cough* so uh.... nonhuman jade??? I feel like he would frog blink at me

Either that or not blink at all/hardly blink, most fish don't have eyelids, and even though he and the other mers do it's not like they would need to underwater. Tbh Seb and Mal would prob do that weird blink.

Anyway, since He and Floyd are the same kind of creature, stuff from Floyd's post will be repeated.

He still has his ear and arm fins even with the potion. He can make his ear fins wiggle and droop and they will sometimes do it unconsciously, perhaps because of how he’s feeling or if he’s eating or sucking on something. Unlike Floyd, Jade will do his best to control it since that shows his emotions and he doesn't want others to be able to read him, though that's not to say he won’t do it on purpose like when he fake cries. The whole “being able to produce tears” thing wasn't something he could do until he got on land. Fish don't have or need tear ducts. Still, if it's just the two of you he might give a fin wiggle to hear you giggle, he be silly like that sometimes,

He can make the arm fins flare out and go down so he can get shirts on easier, and they will flare out when trying to be threatening.

Still keeps some of his eel coloring and stripes along with his claws. His hands start with that not-quite-white he has and become more of that green-blue going up.

His fingers have little bits of webbing and...are kind of creepily long.

Doesn’t blink as often as a human should and his eyes glow in the dark, along with his habit of staring it can be a bit startling.

Like his brother, is very instant on getting you in the water with him for some reason. If you can't swim, he'll offer to let you ride him. Though he is capable of outspending a broom you don't worry about him trying to zoom like Floyd, that doesn't mean he won't try to scare you in the water though. He may be more polite than his brother but he's still a little shit.

Has no belly button or nips.

Has a very strong interest in your feet and legs, especially with how…soft they are. In the official manga, we get to see that Floyd isn't the only touchy eel, though he isn't…rough about it like Floyd. Well, not as long as it's you. He loves to poke, squeeze, and rub them. Very very badly wants to bite but…he’s a gentleman. At least until you guys are together, and he has permission, expect to look like you got nabbed by a small shark then after.

He can't help but be fascinated by how different your body is, he really does want to study you, though funnily enough he gets a bit of stage fright if you try doing the same.

Is a fan of those small clawless hands. Seeing how they prune up when wet for too long, holding them and enjoying that soft warmth. He’s bigger than plenty of people but gets a special kick out of how big you make him feel.

His skin feels different from what humans have but isn't quite the same as when in his eel form. It's soft but also…thick. There’s no way you would be able to break his skin with your bite or scratches, dull little human nails and teeth can't do much. He would be pretty amused at you actually trying to bite him, how cute. It makes him want to tease you more and make you make you angry enough to try more. Still, if you do somehow manage to break skin he’s prepared, can’t have his little shrimp die of poisoning.

Along with eating fish, crabs, and octopus's moray also eat very toxic creatures and as a result, the blood and flesh of a moray are very toxic. They accumulate high levels of ciguatoxins, which can give humans ciguatera fish poisoning (CFP) if eaten. There will be times in a fight where he’ll get his blood on the guy on purpose and Jade has used his blood for…things before. Part of why Jade wants to test “special” mushrooms on others is because the poison won't affect him, and he wants to see how it affects others. Might poison you in small doses on purpose so you'll build up a tolerance.

A moray will often eat anything small enough to fit in its mouth and is capable of taking a chunk out of bigger fish. As a result, Floyd will also try to eat…not food things if he can fit it in his mouth. Luckily for you, Jade has more self-control than his brother so your small nicknacks are safe...for now.

Everything about you just triggers his prey drive. He really wants to bite you, chase you, squish you, put eggs in you, bite you some more. Really hates having to keep up his calm gentlemanly image at times.

Can open his mouth scarily wide and his teeth are longer than OG Jade's, so it's a bit harder for him to hide them like he would with those polite smiles he always has. Very long tongue, you've seen it when he totally wasn't trying to show it off to you. He was just enjoying that ice cream. Funny how you're the only one to get a good look at it though.

Has pharyngeal jaws which are a second set of smaller jaws located in the throat of the moray eel, behind the normal jaws in the mouth, complete with tiny teeth. This set of jaws gets launched into the mouth cavity during feeding, where it can grasp onto food, and pull it into the throat to swallow. Morays are unique in using their pharyngeal jaws to actively capture and restrain prey in this way.

Certain eels have been shown to be surprisingly affectionate with divers they recognize and enjoy petting, rubbing, and gentle hugs. Though a bit touchy, when in public he is nowhere near as touchy as Floyd. When alone? Just as bad if he knows you are comfortable with it.

His gills are still present so his rib area is a weak spot. Getting hit there would really hurt and really piss him off.

Is nocturnal and prefers dark places, especially when sleeping. He also likes being snug and wrapped up for sleepies. In the sea, he would like to sleep in small places with his brother and would love for you and him to share a sleeping bag when camping.

Moray have a spongy, sluggy texture from their lack of scales. To top it off, these fish are covered in a thick mucous layer. Believe it or not, mucous serves a very strong purpose in nature, typically providing a protective barrier over otherwise vulnerable layers of skin. Your stomach should have a thick mucous layer to protect it from the acids inside, and similarly, a fish without scales can make good use of this snotty, slimy substance to keep it safe from toxins and physical damage as it occupies its rocky habitat.

The green moray eel is actually brown under all the snot; it’s just covered in a thick green layer of mucous. In some species, this mucous is even toxic, making them a particularly nasty prey item. Luckily what Floyd and Jade have isn't the toxic kind and will make your skin pretty nice. Jade will use this in his favor to get more cuddles. Careful though, he may do what Floyd does and perform what is known as a slime attack by slapping someone in the face with his tail, it is very unpleasant to get in your mouth.

The smallest moray, the Snyder’s moray, is around 12cm (4.5in) long, and the largest is more than 3m (over 10ft) long and weighs up to 30kg. A huge moray eel in Indonesia has been witnessed feeding on sharks and I like to headcanon the tweels are pretty big in their mer form and not just because of tail length.

Morays actually have pretty bad eyesight and a keen sense of smell to make up for this and rely primarily on chemoreception such as smells and tastes to navigate their world. I do wonder if the twins need glasses but don't use them or maybe wear contacts.

Jade is very good at tracking you down by scent and likes it when you smell like him and him smelling like you. Though he loves cuddling and hugging you, it isn't just for affection. He’s giving you that eel stank, plenty of the others are weary around him and you smelling like him can help keep others away.

Unlike with Floyd Him leaving clothes at your place is never out of forgetfulness. He plans everything out. Insistes that you put on his coat when it’s cold out and drapes it on you before you can say no. Hoodies aren't usually his thing, but his ass bought some just for “forgetting” them at your place. They're actually some fancy name-brand ones. Still, even with his planning, he could not prepare himself with how good you looked in them…it was so big on you, and you looked so cute and now it smelled like you and….

The moray can form a true knot with its body, that it uses as leverage to pull on prey items like slippery fish. They can also use this method to create strong pressure to break food items into smaller pieces. It’s thought that the skill is passed on between individuals. So, if you want to escape eel cuddles…good luck but it's probably not going to happen. Even in his more human form his long arms and legs will be wrapped around you. Kinda funny thinking of the tweel's parents teaching them how to become living knots though.

Certain types of eels can change their sex. The leaf-nosed moray born male, transitions as they age, switching to female later in life. This transformation determines them as “sequential hermaphrodites” I like to headcanon that the tweens can also change sex or already have both in their mer form.

Morays can have around 10,000 eggs at a time, and when the larvae are hatched, the eels are fully translucent. I like to think the boys started out as tiny little things you can hold in your hand.

Regular eels do seem to have some courtship rituals. Some of which being displays of behavior, such as graceful movements and vibrant color changes and I already like that headcanon of the tweels being bioluminescent. Maybe he convinced you to come down to his dorm's special pool one night and decided to show off for you. Showing off that beautiful glow while doing these cool tricks in the water. A positive reaction will likely be taken as acceptance, so unless you tell him no, you will receive some wet slimy eel-loving.

Male eels may compete with each other for the attention of females showcasing strength and health to impress a potential mate. Welp, time for Jade to invite you to a hike and show off, expect to be carried after he makes up after walking into an area, something about the grounds stability and how only a seasoned hiker like him knows the proper steps to safety. Dude will lift up a whole ass dead tree trunk stuck in your path. Will also be even more of a menace towards the other guys.

Eels also release pheromones into the water to attract and communicate with potential partners but...hmm you're just a human and on land. With the others being beasts and all, they would be able to smell it easily and know to stay the hell away from him but would his little shrimpy notice? I think at most that if it's something that you can smell it probably just seems like Jade has just smelled a bit…musky lately. He is probably around you even more and keeps close to see your reaction to it. He probably gets sad if you tell him he stinky and takes it as you not wanting him. If you compliment it? Very happy eel time.

As for the rest of what he does, it's little things like bringing you food which is often cooked by him, little trinkets that made him think of you, and getting territorial around others. The latter usually ends up with him not bothering to hide his teeth as he “smiles” at whoever is talking to you, likely having his hand on your shoulder or waist while doing so.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #nonhuman au #ask #asks #jade leech #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade

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bunni-v1 · 1 year

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hii, can I request "First Years Finding Out Your A Girl" with sebek and ortho please?

Ortho and Sebek Find out You’re a Girl?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Swearing (as usual lol); Ortho being creepy; Misogyny mention <3; Reader goes by she/her and is biologically female; Book 6 spoilers (very light, but still there); Bunni hasn't read Book 7 and therefore doesn't know what they're talking about :)

Info: Ortho x Reader; Sebek x Reader; Fem!Reader; Platonic

🍓Hi. If you’ve read the first part of this, I copy pasted the intro. Not because I’m lazy or anything (I’m a little lazy, but I’m a full-time college student who also has a part-time job, so I think I can be excused.) It’s mostly because… It’s a good intro. If people are just discovering this stuff then they can read it, but if you’ve read the first part you can just skip to the good good yk. Anyway, long-ass babble session, but I didn’t include Ortho and Sebek initially because they’re kind of new to the First year group so idk. Felt weird including them. Also, I haven’t read book seven so Sebek I bullshit a lot lol. Anyway, they’re here now, and I absolutely ADORE Ortho, so sorry if my favoritism shows.

First Years

Second Years

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part.

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Ortho

-Okay, so Ortho is a little creepy weirdo. He’s a highly advanced robot who likely has autism, and loves his big brother a whole fucking lot.

-(Side note: Can a robot, child, or thing have autism? Does that mean Idia programmed Ortho to be autistic? How silly of him.)

-It’s my personal head cannon that Idia DECKED this kid out in as much high-tech gear as he could get his hands on.

-He’s equipped with some of the most complex medical features, therefore he has access to a database of all students at NRC’s medical files. (This is not legal, but he does not care for the law.)

-“But Bunni, what does that have to do with the prefect?” Well, Ortho is ALSO equipped with the latest medical scanner on the market.

-Think like Baymax, yeah? He can scan everyone one time and know every piece of medical knowledge readily available.

-Well, Ortho, the sweet little creep he is, automatically scans the medical information of any new person he sees/meets into his database — just in case it may come in handy.

-So, before he even KNOWS you. Before he speaks a single word to you, he knows you’re biologically a female.

-He scanned you without thinking and just shrugged his shoulders at it.

-You’re not from here, and you got thrown into this, so you being a woman doesn’t really matter too much to you being at NRC.

-It honestly could’ve been anyone getting stuck here, so why should he question it?

-However, he notices that you are referred to with exclusively “male” pronouns, so he marks in your file that you are trans and moves on.

-Again, who cares? He’s a magical robot guy based on his brother's dead brother. Who was he to judge?

-When he finally ACTUALLY gets to interact with you after being welcomed into the first-year squad, he’s very respectful of your gender.

-You are a man to him, therefore he refers to you with exclusively masculine pronouns.

-However, everyone in your little group already knows, and they assume that Ortho knows. So when they speak about you, they use feminine pronouns.

-Ortho, sweet as he is, immediately questions everyone as to why they’re misgendering you.

-Protective of the people he cares for at heart, he doesn’t like the idea that your so-called closest friends are misgendering you behind your back.

-Doesn’t believe them completely when they explain, so he goes to you because you’re the only one who knows who you really are.

-“Prefect!”

“Hey, Ortho! What’s up? Miss me?”

“Of course I do, but I have a very important question.”

“Sure, what do ya need?”

“Are you a woman?”

-At this point 90% of your friends know, but there is a handful that doesn’t… and you can’t be having that.

-You, of course, assure Ortho that you are not only a woman, but that your friends are not misgendering you behind your back.

-Relieved, he takes several of your friends off a hit list and removes the trans man label on your medical chart.

-Asks why you hid your gender in the first place.

-Promptly adds Crowley to a hit list (again).

-Ortho, out of EVERYONE at NRC, has absolutely zero behavior changes toward you.

-He’s equally protective as he was before, he spends the same amount of time with you as usual, he doesn’t suddenly have some weird crush on you, and he’s still trying to set you up with Idia.

-Honestly, everyone should take notes from Ortho. He’s the best at this whole thing.

Sebek

-On the other hand… do not take notes from Sebek! He sucks at this! He sucks really badly!

-Out of all the first years, Sebek is not only the least close to you, but he is also incredibly mean. So you just… feel no obligation to tell him.

-In fact, you kind of… sort of… actively leave him out of the loop for a really long time.

-I mean, it's not an unreasonable thing to do. He is constantly berating you and putting you down for being human. You have no idea how he feels about women and you don’t want to find out first hand.

-In all honesty, he is the only person (other than Azul and the twins) that you’re really scared of finding out, and take extra precautions to ensure he doesn’t find out.

-However, you attend NRC, and nothing ever goes your way at NRC.

-Despite every precaution you take to keep your gender under lock and key, you overlook one thing.

-Malleus Draconia.

-His complete and total lack of social awareness is your downfall here. He finds out, and despite everything telling him to keep his mouth shut… he doesn’t. Because of course, he doesn’t.

-At this point, you’ve gone through most of your misadventures, and most — if not all — of your friends know you’re a girl.

-Hell, even Silver knows now. Everyone BUT Sebek knows.

-And he finds out because Malleus casually mentions it over dinner. Not even directly about your gender, he just uses she/her pronouns.

-Sebek, being Sebek, respectfully asks Malleus if he meant to say he. Malleus, of course, says no without a second thought.

-The shock and horror on Silver and Lilia’s faces was enough to be further confirmation.

-And Sebek’s world shatters.

-He was completely left out of the loop and also has a moral conflict now.

-As much shit, as I gave Sebek (as everyone gives Sebek) he RESPECTS women. His queen is a woman, and his mother is a woman.

-In his eyes, women are some of the strongest people around. Regardless of if they’re human or not.

-You, on top of being a human from another realm who had successfully quelled several of the strangest students at NRC’s OVERBLOTS and came out on top, was also a woman.

-If that wasn’t strength, he didn’t know what it was.

-However, his bias against humans strongly clashes with his respect for women in this case.

-And it just… messes with his head.

-He doesn’t treat you worse, in fact, he’s just… really awkward around you now.

-He doesn’t know if he should apologize or berate you for being a human, so he just stays stiff and glares at you.

-It's honestly more scary than him constantly talking down to you.

-However, once the two of you actually befriend one another, he apologizes to you. For everything, and explains where he’s coming from. Why he acted the way he did, how he really feels about you, and all that sweet shit.

-Afterwards, he is genuinely the best at keeping your secret (if he even needs to at this point).

-If there is anyone you can trust to keep his stupid mouth shut at NRC, it's Sebek.

-His honor and pride force him into silence when it comes to secrets he promises to keep.

-In fact, if anyone is on your trail about it, he’s the first one to jump in the way and scare them off/shut them down.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst headcanons #bunni's treats 🧁#ortho shroud #ortho shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader

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sunnyhvnny · 2 years

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Hi ! How about yandere HOTD men (Aemond, Jace, Aegon, Daemon) learning their wife take moon tea regularly to not be pregnant with their child ? (and understand why their many attempts at getting her pregnant didn't bring results)

It’s been a minute since I’ve written Yandere!hotd. I also feel like I’ve written something similar to this but for the life of me I can’t find it or remember.

TW: Manipulation, non-con,

Daemon Targaryen

When it comes to his wife, Daemon is an observant man. He knows he is clever already but he prides himself in knowing everything involving his wife. That is how he learned that every morning after a night of coupling, she has a servant bring her moon tea. Daemon knows she didn’t want to marry him and that the only reason they were wed at all was that he wanted her. However, enough time has passed in their marriage for her to come to love him as well.

He gives her only his love and affection. Never does he raise his voice at her or is cruel towards her. He swore to his brother when he agreed to marry her to him, that he would only treat her in an honorable manner. He had upheld his word. That is why he has been sitting on the knowledge of his wife and the moon tea for almost a fortnight, trying to figure out what to do. He didn’t want to rage at her or make her frightened of him. He still wanted her love and truthfully, that was why he wanted her to carry his child.

No, he decided an accusation would be the best. He would make her feel guilty. Feel cornered and then she would stop drinking the moon tea on her own.

When his wife enters their shared chambers, he watches as she doesn’t spare him a glance and doesn’t see what he has sat in front of him on the table. She goes about getting ready for bed and it is only after she walks out from behind the changing screen that she finally looks at her husband. He hasn’t said a word the entire time and that in itself is suspicious. Usually, Daemon would already be pawing at her or ranting about his day.

Daemon sees the exact moment her eyes find the bottle of moon tea and realizes why her husband has been so quiet. He knows she won’t break the silence so he does. He asks her if she is seeing someone else. If she is having an affair and that is why she is drinking the moon tea because surely if she was only taking her husband to bed then there wouldn’t be a need for such a horrid potion.

He knows she hasn’t been with anyone else. He has been keeping his eye on her but his questions have the desired effect. She denies them and rambles about how he is the only man she has ever been intimate with and throughout it all Daemon forces himself to remain silent.

Finally, he asks her why she would take the moon tea if her husband is the only one fucking her. It takes her a minute to find a proper response but he knows the truth. She doesn’t love him and doesn’t want his children. He remembers her saying as much to one of her companions after they wed but she won’t say that to him. Instead, she tries to get sympathy out of him and tells him how frightening it is to have children. How terrifying the idea of it all is and if Daemon were anyone else he probably would have believed her, but he doesn’t.

He stands, then and walks over to her slowly. He takes her in his arms gently and tells her that he will be there for her the entire time. That she will want for nothing and that he will care for her. Then, in the quietest and most gentle voice he can muster, Daemon asks her to give him a child. He asks her to bless their union with a babe of their own and after a few moments, she nods because he knows that she has heard the rumors about him. Knows that if he is already accusing her of cheating on him it is t good and if he were to do it again, she very well could end up forfeiting her life.

He makes her give the bottle of moon tea back to the maester herself and when she comes to bed for the night, he can’t help the victorious smile from spreading across his face as he takes her.

Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon isn’t the smartest or most observant but he pays attention to his wife. He loves her and until this very moment, where he’s holding the cup that is apparently filled with moon tea, he thought she loved him as well. Before they spoke their vows and became one in the sept she had told him how much she loved him and how she wanted a family with him. How it was all she ever wanted.

His wife is a liar and at that thought, he hurls the cup of tea toward her, letting it break against the wall next to his weeping wife. He can barely pay attention as she pleads and begs him to listen to her. She sobs about how she meant every word. How she loves him and does want to carry and give him children.

For once, he is at a loss for words. How his traitorous wife can still stand by what she previously said is beyond him. However, he’s going to hold her to her word this time. It doesn’t take him long to stride across the room and grab her roughly by the hair. He doesn’t care that she whimpers and cries as he shoves her onto the bed and forces himself inside her.

When he is finished and rolls off of her, he wonders if perhaps she was telling the truth. She could have only been afraid to be with child but she swore to him that she’d give him a child that was theirs and to him, that should outweigh her fears.

He lets her rest for a bit before he fucks her again. Usually, he would go slow with his dear wife but he’s angry and has a goal. He doesn’t register when the sun rises or the knock on the door. He sees the servant walk in with their morning tea and food to break their fast. He stills with a shudder and spills himself inside of his wife again and it’s only when he catches his breath that he tells the servant to take the tea away and that if he ever finds out that they are bringing his wife moon tea again, he will personally make sure that no one ever sees them again.

Aemond Targaryen

A maester comes to him and asks him if his wife will continue needing the moon tea he has been making for her. Aemond listens to the babbling fool as he tells him how he would ask his Lady Wife but can’t find her anywhere. She had even told him, he says once it’s clear that the prince won’t say anything, that Aemond was okay with her taking the tea. That they weren’t ready to be parents.

Aemond is furious. Not only because his wife is using him to lie but for drinking that poisonous tea. Mostly, though, he feels deceived. When he and his wife wed he believed that she shared the same sense of duty as he did. Clearly, she was lying to him because if she did she would have been heavy with his child by now. She wouldn’t lie to her Lord Husband in such a way.

Despite the many feelings raging within him, he refuses to show them. Especially to this maester. He prides himself on being smart and calculating so it would do him no good to explode or rage. Instead, he tells the maester, who was stupid enough to come to him, that his wife is no longer in need of his services. That she no longer wants the moon tea and that she will never want it again. There must be something in his voice that makes the other man nervous because he only bobs his head and skitters away.

Aemond doesn’t say anything to his dear wife that night as she rides him. His need to fill her with his child is more prevalent than it has ever been and when he grabs her around the waist and pounds into her until she’s a moaning mess he thinks, somewhat cruelly that she doesn’t deserve to know what he has done. That she will learn her lesson when she learns that she is carrying their child.

The next morning, Aemond watches as she drinks her morning tea which is brought by one of her favorite servants. He knows she thinks she is drinking the moon tea and he can’t stop his cock from hardening knowing that she thinks she’s the one deceiving him.

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jace is angry with himself when he finally realizes the reason why his beloved wife has yet to swell with his child. He has been called naive and gentle his whole life and for the first time, he truly feels naive. He thought it was just taking a while to conceive a child. His beloved had told him that sometimes it takes a while and he believed her.

He doesn’t let her see how upset he is. He doesn’t want her to see his anger or self-pity but something must change. So that night as she is undressing for their nightly lovemaking, Jace does what he does best. He asks her if she loves him. Her answer is quick and when she looks over at her husband she sees his frown that borders on being a pout and his wide eyes filled with hurt. He asks then, why she would take moon tea every time he has given her his seed. Does she not love him enough? Enough to bare him a child? Does she think he’d be a horrible father?

When he looks close to crying she comes to comfort him. She holds him against her naked body and he lets her as she whispers reassurances. ‘Of course, she loves him’ ‘she was scared to be with child’ ‘he would make an excellent father’. After a while of her whispered reassurances, Jace finally pulls back and tries his best to still look broken but hopeful as he asks her if this means she will stop taking the moon tea.

She hesitates at the question but Jace knows he has won. He knows by the end of the night that his seed will take root and she will feel too bad to drink the moon tea to be rid of the potential babe that will eventually start to grow inside of her.

His wife swallows and he doesn’t miss the way she won’t look him in the eye or the paleness that has come over her soft skin as she agrees to stop taking the moon tea. With her agreement, he smiles, truly, and kisses her. She looks relieved to see that he is no longer upset.

That night, Jace makes sure to spill his seed inside his wife as many times as he can before sleep takes him. Towards the end, she’s whimpering about being sore but Jace thinks it’s a small price to pay for lying to him about something so big.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #Jace Velaryon #Daemon Targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #jace velaryon x oc #jace velaryon x reader #yandere!hotd

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lenoraslament · 6 months

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Infatuated (Tom Riddle X y/N Reader)

Part of @thatdammchickennugget Hogmarch challenge. Prompt 5 “amortentia” and “is that why you did that? Back there?

2.8k words Comedy/Angst/Obsessive Romance/Toxic Love

For all my fellow delulus

You have been Tom’s friend for years, waiting patiently for him to notice you. Completely obsessed over him. Finally at a party you spill all your secrets...

His letters are long elegant strokes, you lick your lips as his fingers move across the page. His dark brows are knitted together over his perfect eyes. The way his lips purse in concentration, makes the breath in your lungs hitch.

Unwittingly you put your thumbnail in your mouth, gnawing softly as you try to resist the urge to launch yourself across the study table and beg him to touch you.

Your eyes are still studying his hands as they write in his notebook. You consider what they may feel like wrapped around your hair, your throat. A thumb dragging across your lips or nestled between your thighs softly stroking your-

“Quite alright Y/N?” his voice is calm, soft so unlike the raging heat inside of you.

“Yes. Quite Riddle” you say with a flustered smile as you quickly snap back to. You turn the page of the potions textbook in front of you.

You dare not meet his gaze, instead you return to the mask you’ve kept around him. Uninterested, bored even. That’s how you managed the rarity of his company.

Most girls threw themselves at him willingly, eagerly. Flirting, sending him love notes, even daring to be forward enough to ask him out. Fools.

He laughed in their face, raising his eyebrow and shaking his head. The attractive outliers would end up in his bed, being politely swept under the rug in the morning.

You however, have outlasted all of them. You, his study partner, his constant companion, his friend. You knew a measured man like Tom Riddle needed to be approached with careful grace and finesse.

Years you had laid in wait. Waiting for him to notice you across the library table, sitting at his side in the great hall. Pining for any crumb of attention he tossed your way, never enough to keep you fed. Only making you hungrier.

Small moments gave you hope. Fingers brushing over passed books, genuine smiles through laughter, once he stopped down to tie your shoe when your hands were full. His finger brushed your ankle, he looked up at you with a grin as you held in a scream.

Now you sit with him at the library, closer than any other conquest has ever gotten. Breathing his air, pretending to listen to him talk about potions theory this week when you’re really trying to count the flecks of green in his eyes.

Regulus, Enzo and Theo approach the table. Your mouth tightens at the intrusion, they give you an amused glance before turning to Tom.

They invite him to a party tomorrow night in the Slytherin common room, he gives a noncommittal answer. They banter back and forth. No one seems to remember that you’re also sitting there.

They laugh and talk about the party from two weekends ago. You watch boiling jealous rage brewing underneath your calm, stoic face.

Especially when Tom mentions a certain blonde Ravenclaw who he hooked up with. You glide your tongue over your teeth as you press your quill into the page indenting down so harshly, the paper splits.

Enzo, one of the kinder boys of the bunch, extends an invitation.

“Oh yea Y/N, if you want to come…you’re welcome to…” he says in such a polite tone, you almost roll your eyes.

You also give a soft “maybe”, your eyes quickly flicking over Tom’s face trying to read his expression. Does he want you there? Should you go? You try not to stare to long as you dig for some sort of sign in his face. But there is nothing.

Disappointed at his flat affect, you sigh. Too loudly. Fuck. He looks up at you.

“You should come” Tom says with a gentle smile.

“I might” you say as you stare at the textbook instead of him, absolutely mortified at your own behavior.

Theo, Enzo and Regulus leave whispering to each other out of earshot.

“Holy shit why did you invite Y/N!?”

“She’s Tom’s friend”

“More like Tom’s pet. She follows him around like she’s on a leash and she is fucking WEIRD”

They break into laughter, unbeknownst to you. You’re too enthralled in your study session.

“Please?!” You lurch over Pansy’s vanity, her eyes are unsympathetic. She takes an appraising look at your jeans and raggedy sweater.

“No.” She says bluntly,”you’re not used to wearing nice things, you’re going to ruin it.”

You groan and continue to plead your case.

“But I don’t have anything to wear”

She continues to stare at you unimpressed.

“It’s my first party!” You whine and she smirks.

“Why would you think I care?”

She had a fair point. You were hardly even cordial with her much less friendly.

“I’ll do your potions homework. For a week. Two weeks!” You say slamming your hand on her desk desperately.

She sighs loudly and stands up quickly. Her hand plunges into the closet where she retrieves a little black dress. She throws it in your face.

“Three weeks. One stain and I will Crucio you.” She snaps as she sits back down fixing her eyeliner.

The hot singe of your curling iron bit your finger and you suck on the sear mark. Damnit. You were near close to giving up but you looked in the mirror.

You looked…good. You managed to do a decent smoky eye with some lip gloss. You only had three curls left to make after burning your hand about a dozen times. Pansy’s dress fit you like a dream. The only thing that ruined your look was your low conservative heels. They were all you had. You really weren’t much of a going out sort of girl.

You make your way to the common room, the fingers of green neon light are reaching into the hall. The music vibrates under your feet, as you enter the common room you swear you’re transported into another planet.

Your classmates are spilled out all over the common room. Taking shots, laughing loudly, swaying to the music, bodies pressing closely together. You feel like you recognize everyone and no one.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people and activity. You feel small and alone. Am I experiencing ego death? You wonder but then a familiar voice makes jump.

“Well if it isn’t my big brother’s little stalker.” Mattheo’s voice crept up on you, your eyes widened as you looked around him to make sure that Tom wasn’t nearby.

“Quiet Mattheo” you snap as he gives you a wicked grin.

“You never come to parties,” he says ignoring your ourburst,”You look pretty hot….hoping to play interference?” He teases as your cheeks burn.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie,”I come to parties all the time”.

“Mhm”he grins watching your face.

“Oh look there’s Tom now” he says gesturing with his chin. You flip around quickly surveying the crowd.

Mattheo bursts into laughter,”You are so easy to fuck with”.

You turn back to him and smack his arm as he dies of laughter.

“Come on crazy,” he says with a chuckle,”let’s get you a drink so you can mellow out”.

He tugs your arm through the crowd and you reluctantly follow.

He hands you some punch that is actually delicious. You quickly finish your first cup and then two more. Anxiously sipping as Mattheo talks to you, not that you’re listening at all. Back and forth your eyes begin to hurt from squinting into the dimness of the party; hunting for Tom. You’ve never been this drunk before and you can feel your edges dissolving.

Finally you spot him, some girl a grade below you leans on wall. His forearm is pressed above her head as he leans over her, flirting. His hand brushes some hair out of her face. You’re not used to seeing him like this. Your stomach smolders in pain, for a moment you worry you’re having a heart attack. You can feel it splitting in your chest.

Mattheo’s hand presses into the small of your back, it’s the first sensation to register outside of the despair. You gasp and he gives you a funny look handing you your fourth cup of punch. You don’t even taste it, only tip your head back chugging while Mattheo stares at you in disbelief.

“You okay Y/N?” He leans over to you but you slap the empty cup against his chest handing it to him wordlessly. He takes it and tries in vain to stop you as you start walking towards where Tom and that usurper are standing.

“Hiii,” you say loudly as they both look at you, Tom with surprise and amusement. Her with horror and disgust.

“Hey Y/N, wow look at you…” Tom says raising his eyebrows , “Are you having fun?”

“Sooo much fun,” you slur batting your eyelashes. An awkward silence that you don’t pick up on ensues. You only grin dizzily” Tom. Can I talk to you?”

The girl looks perturbed at your intrusion, but Tom leans and whispers something in her ear making her smile.

He leads you to a corner of the party, the music dulled just enough so you don’t have to yell. The room spins a little but you focus on his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. Then his mouth and jaw. You sigh as the room spins again and it hits you all of a sudden that you’re talking. You’ve been talking this whole time. Your words collide, you have no idea what you have been rambling about. Tom nods patiently at you.

“So any way, I think that’s why we should be together” you finish knowing in your heart you must have made perfect sense. Because Tom Riddle is smiling.

His eyes are unreadable but his mouth is a grin.

That’s answer enough for you. You launch yourself forward, pressing your lips onto his. You can taste the fire whiskey on his mouth and you let out a soft moan as he catches you. Ten seconds of pure heaven before his hands on your shoulder pull you back gently.

He leads you to a chair and sits you down, stooping so he can meet you eye level.

“Wait here okay?” He asks his voice garbled. You nod with a slovenly smile

“Okay...I love you!” You yell after him loudly and he only chuckles and disappears.

To your dismay, it’s Mattheo who comes over to you a few minutes later.

“Alright cuckoo bird, time for bed” he says balancing a cigarette in his mouth as he pulls you up. His hands snakes around your waist.

“Where’s Tom?” You whine as he helps you out of the party. Your feet tripping over your heels.

“He wanted me to make sure you go to bed,” he mumbles as he tries to steady you.

“Awww he really cares,” you sigh dreamily. Mattheo rolls his eyes and leads you to your dorm. Halfway there he gives up on you balancing and throws you over his shoulder. Mattheo unlocks your door as he hums in agreement to your psycho babbles about his brother. He drops you on the bed and unbuckles the straps of your heels as you barely sit up sleepily.

“You okay?” He asks but you only curl onto your bed falling asleep. He sighs and turns the light off leaving back to the party.

No. No. NO! You sit up, stupid party dress still on. Your head pounding. No hangover can come close to the whirlwind of shame that pushed your head back into the pillow. You wanted to cry but nothing would come out but a muffled scream.

“Shut up!” you hear your roommates complain as you pulled the blanket over your head.

You wait an hour but the world refuses to crumble around you. So you reluctantly sit up and go shower. You finally cry in there.

Everything is ruined.

Right?

Could you play it off?

No. Stupid girl. You literally told him you loved him. You sob into your hand. Oh the inhumanity.

You dress and comb your wet hair. You can’t even make eye contact with the mirror.

As if you hadn’t suffered enough, you bump into a very freshly showered Mattheo in the hall outside of the bathroooms. He’s only wearing a towel around his waist, when he sees you his grin is devilish.

“There’s the little lush,”he said putting his tongue between his teeth.

You scrunch your nose at him,”Oh go put some clothes on. No one wants to see that.”

He may have water dripping from his curls, cascading down his impressively cut chest and abs, but you hate him. For the simple fact that he is not Tom.

“Oh am I happy to see you,” he teased leaning on the wall next to you,”so tell me, when you shamelessly admitted your love to Tom last night. Did you show him his name scribbled all over your notebook? Or did you wear the sweater you knitted out of his hair?”.

Your face crumpled into rage,”oh screw you Mattheo”.

You sigh when you wonder how bad it was, you don’t remember every thing you said. Although Mattheo is only joking, you know you do have a notebook with “y/n riddle <3” written on it from third year.

Mattheo bites his lip as he suppresses a chuckle,”Well, if you’re ready to go plan your wedding; he’s sitting in the common room right now”.

It takes 64 steps to walk from the bathroom to the common room. You know this because you have doubled back twice trying to build up the courage to finally see Tom. You can hear his quiet words muddled by the loud laughter of Enzo and Theo. Suddenly you feel a someone nudge you.

Regulus and now dressed Mattheo walk past you. Mattheo tosses you a wink as he speaks up.

“Hey look who I found!” He says loudly as he walks in the common room. You hiss for him to shut up as you follow him in.

Your face is already burning as you feel all their eyes fall on you. Okay….none of their eyes fall on you. Especially not Tom’s, his are pinned to Theo and Enzo who are discussing something intensely.

“Did you hear? What happened last night? So fucking crazy man” Theo says to Regulus and Mattheo.

Regulus sits on the arm of a chair,”nah what?”

“Someone handed out amortentia candies!” Enzo said laughing.

“Huh..really?” Mattheo said suspiciously. He looked over to you with an evil grin,”speaking of love…”

You cut him off, “Armortentia candies really?!” You say a little too loudly.

Enzo’s smile turns into a smirk,”Oh yea…chocolates. They were a rogue batch, it intensified love for the first person you saw”.

You don’t know what to say, your mouth hangs open and then shuts.

Tom turned towards you with a look of shocked realization,”Is that why you did that? Back there…”

You stand slack jawed, the idea rippling through your mind like heavens gate opening.

Tom only raises his brow at your silence,”at the party?”

“Yes!” you say eagerly feeling the weight of the world lifting off of your shoulders.

“I did have some chocolates at the party,”You continue and ignore Mattheo chewing on his tongue in the corner, squinting his eyes at you suspiciously.

You take a couple step towards where Tom stood next to Theo,” I must have um, yes and you were the first person…I saw ” you said trying not to blather on as the pieces of your lie came together.

He gives you a curious glance as if trying to read your expression.

You sheepishly shrug,”Gosh I am so humiliated”.

Is he falling for it? You can’t tell, your eyes peer into his searching.

Tom only put a friendly hand on your shoulder, “Forget about it” he said gently.

You nodded with a grateful smile,”Thanks Tom”.

“I was going to the library, care to join?” He asked removing his hand leaving you wanting as usual.

“Yes…let me get my books from my room,” you say. What luck. You can’t believe how close you were to ruining every thing. Fate itself must have made those Amortentia chocolates.

What you didn’t know is that Tom was watching you as you walked away. He knows perfectly well you didn’t eat any amortentia chocolates because there never were any. He started the rumor last night before he left the party.

Tom quite enjoys the little game you’ve been playing. He realized early on just how in love you were with him. At the same time he realized you couldn’t recognize when someone was using legilimency on you.

He loved to listen to the infatuated rantings in your head as he sat in the library with you, your mouth twitching as you lusted over him. The cute smile you would get as you strategized on the ways you could get him to notice you.

He remembers the day he bent down to tie your shoe, having to hide his own smile as he listened to the nuclear meltdown you had in your head as he purposefully grazed your ankle. It was so fun.

One day, he supposed, he would finally make a move on you. Sometimes it was hard to resist, as he listened to all the dirty thoughts spewing in your brain in the middle of class Iike his own personalized erotica. Last night at the party you finally snapped so he had to come up with the perfect excuse for your silly behavior. It wasn’t time for that yet.

Yes, one day he would finally take advantage of the crazy crush you’ve harbored for years. But not any time soon. He was too busy enjoying your quiet devotion, your obsession. No, Tom was not near ready to let that go.

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(Hehehee I never intended this to be more than a TMR one shot but I’m getting interested in exploring Mattheo’s relationship with Y/N in this fic 👀 any interest?)

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UNHOLY - Chapter Seventeen

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summary: when we last left off, you'd just met your father for the first time after escaping from the House of the Watchers with Mark, WinWin, and Renjun. Your father, Ira, has vowed to help you break Ten and Yuta out of Hell, but for the past month, nothing has changed. Now, the time has finally come for things to change.

length: 11,585 words

tags: smut, marking, blood play, thigh riding, multiple orgasms

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The truth is that planning a rescue mission takes a lot longer than you first thought it would. It’s been weeks, several solid weeks since Ira promised you that he would help reunite you with Ten and Yuta. Basically, it’s been an eternity of waiting, and there are many days when you find yourself wondering if Ira was telling the truth.

These days, Ira spends the majority of his time secluded in his office with whatever he’s doing muted by the strange dull buzz of magic, or he’s out on the island to gather plants for potions, or he’s conversing with the sirens. Sometimes you’re certain that he leaves the island entirely.

For the most part, you don’t see Ira. You, Mark, WinWin, and Renjun are left to your own devices.

That being said, on those rare days Ira does put in an appearance, he allots a certain amount of time to training you, teaching you properly your history and the magic of the Watchers. But you can’t help feeling suspicious about your father and what he’s really doing with most of his time. You feel as though no real progress is being made, and along with a sense of claustrophobia and anxiety from being cooped up on the island all the time, there’s also a growing sense of paranoia.

“Does it matter where he is?” WinWin asks one morning, his lips against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “If he’s helping us get Yuta and Ten back, what does it matter where he’s at? Your dad is clearly a very secretive man, moving in the shadows and such, but that doesn’t mean he’s not working with all his power to get them back.”

You follow that with a sigh. You know WinWin is right. If Ira is helping you reunite with your missing boyfriends, then it shouldn’t truly matter where he disappears to. On the other hand, the fact that he always goes alone and never speaks a word of what he learns or does while he’s gone is somewhat suspicious. Right?

You’re still in bed this morning, weak sunlight shining through the curtains.

“Where’s Mark?” You ask, thinking that if WinWin won’t dive into theorizing about Ira with you, then Mark might.

WinWin sighs. “I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up. You know how he’s been lately. He’s probably up on the roof brooding, or he’s out there exploring a cave or something.”

It’s true that lately Mark has been acting almost as strange as Ira. Sometimes you’ve realized Mark is missing just to later discover that he’s actually been shut away in Ira’s study together with your father, discussing things that you’re not privy to. When Mark’s not probably trying to win over your father’s affections, Mark has often been out of the house to explore the island while wearing sunglasses and toting around a parasol like a Victorian lady out on promenade.

“Should we go find him?” You ask WinWin, twisting around to face him.

WinWin’s arms tighten around you, drawing you in against his heat like a vice. “Or I could keep you all to myself, Princess.”

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “Do you think that’s smart? Now? In this house?”

That draws a groan from him.

Yes, maybe you’d still kept your sex life rather active while you’d been guests in the House of the Watchers, but that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable doing it in your father’s strange house. Too often over the last month you’ve been here, you’ve felt like the house has a certain level of sentience. Not to mention that Ira and every other inhabitant of the area is a supernatural being with probably supernatural hearing. And besides, it somehow feels disrespectful to this man whose blood you share but who you’re only just getting to know.

“Please?” WinWin begs, knotting his hands together against your tailbone to press you just that much closer to him. “I've been sitting here awake for a while. I haven’t heard anyone else move anywhere in the house. If I had to guess, I’d say Ira’s out for the day again. Maybe Renjun’s down in the cove getting harassed by the sirens. And if Mark is around and in the mood to join us, fine, he’s welcome to come in.”

You stare at WinWin for a moment, sorting your wants and desires against a list of pros and cons. You want him as much as ever, but what if he’s wrong and someone else is in the house. But, on the other hand, his senses are strong enough that WinWin would be able to hear or smell if any of the others were around. And you really, really do want to fuck him. While you’re contemplating this, WinWin starts tracing distracting circles against the exposed skin of your lower back, dipping his fingers under the band of the shorts you’d worn to sleep in, and he’s just exuding a very strong aura of want that you’re feeling very receptive to.

He shivers against you when you lift a hand up to brush your fingers lightly along his jaw. You tilt your chin up a bit in response, and WinWin’s gaze dips down to your lips.

“Go on,” you goad him, “Take me like the dog you are.”

WinWin curls his lip. He releases a sound that blends his displeasure at your gibe with his overwhelming lust at being given permission.

You can’t help the thrill as WinWin grabs you a little roughly, as he flips you over so you’re facing away from him, your back against the solid warmth of his chest. An actual shiver breaks through you as WinWin slides his hand inside your shorts, his fingers moving right to the apex of your thighs, and he finds you already quite wet. He spreads your wetness as his fingers explore between your legs – gliding over your clit, teasingly light (almost ticklishly slow) along the sensitive skin to either side of your pussy, back to your pussy as he fills you with his touch – and he moves quickly, lowering his head back to the joint of your neck and your shoulder.

WinWin’s lips are hot on your neck, his teeth sharp where he pinches your skin briefly. He grinds against your ass with a low growl from deep in his chest.

“Feeling possessive?” You gasp quietly as he sucks at the spot he’d pinched with his teeth.

“Always.” He breathes in before saying, “I’ve always made it very obvious how much I want you, haven’t I? Why hide it now?”

And you know you’re going to have a big hickey on your throat before this is over, but you can’t bring yourself to really care, not when his fingers have found the spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle pleasantly. His fingers work magic, pulling silky sounds from your tongue as you dissolve into moans in his arms. WinWin’s mouth moves from your neck along your shoulder, alternately biting and kissing until there’s a visible trail of where his mouth has touched you.

You feel your flames flickering at the edges of your awareness, and it takes all of your limited control at the moment to keep your flames beneath the surface of your skin. WinWin brings you to orgasm on his fingers, and you’re still basking in the bliss of it when he withdraws his hand from your shorts.

A small whine in protest is all that you manage before he has you turned onto your belly, as he’s shoving your shorts down to yours knees while you bury your face in your pillow, and WinWin’s hands are firm on your hips, dragging them up so when he slides up right behind you, you’re at the perfect angle for him. He takes his time pushing into you, which gets frustrating even though you know he’s doing it for your sake – it’s been weeks since you’ve actually had sex with him, and WinWin’s cock is too big to take without a bit of stretching and patience.

His hands smooth down over your shoulders, along your arms, and for a moment you believe it’s just a gentle touch meant to soothe, until you catch a hint of brimstone in the air, and you realize he’s putting out flames that have slipped past your notice.

“Relax,” WinWin says as he traces fingers along the length of your spine down to your tailbone. “You can take me.”

A long moan slips from your lips when WinWin bottoms out. You feel so full and wonderful when he starts moving, when his fingers dig against your hips and your abdomen, when WinWin lets go of his restraint and just fucks you without caring about how loud the pair of you are starting to get — the mattress squeaking, the headboard creaking, your barely muffled moans and cries of pleasure against the pillow, skin slapping together, WinWin’s moans that border on growling as he buries himself inside you time and again, growing rougher with each thrust and each time you squeeze around his cock.

Your orgasm rushes through you, golden and flaming. You manage to contain your flames, channeling them to your hands so only the bedsheets and the edges of your pillow are damaged, singed and smoldering, giving off the scent of burnt fabric.

WinWin puts a hand on your ass, spreading you open so he can watch as he spears into you, moving faster as your orgasm pulses through you. He pushes into you while your wetness drips down your thighs, his cock hitting repeatedly and delightfully against the same spot that has you quite sure that you’re either about to squirt or pass out or both given the stars you’re seeing. And then WinWin pushes in as deep as he can. You gasp at the sensation. Your pussy adapts to him, swallowing his cock all the way to the base, his hips dig against your ass, and he fills you with the hot rush of his climax. He makes a possessive sound like you’ve not heard since you were with him during his rut, and he thrusts into you a few more times until he’s finished.

“Don’t fucking pull out,” you groan, pulling your mouth away from the damp pillow. You’ve soaked it with your spit and with tears you didn’t realize you were crying. “Don’t move.”

WinWin makes a low sound from deep in his chest. His hands move over your body, readjusting you beneath him so he can lower himself over you — his chest against your back, hips to your ass, cock deep inside you. His mouth finds that sensitive spot on your throat again, and he nuzzles in.

You’re not certain how long you stay like that, dozing off and on, but eventually you awake. The sky outside is still bright with daylight, your stomach growls with hunger, and at some point WinWin has repositioned you both so now he’s reclined back against the pillows and the headboard, and you’re sitting in his lap, back to his chest, still cockwarming him.

His head rests against the top of yours.

You can feel the spot on your throat throbbing with a constellation of smaller yet still noticeable marks around it. You’re honestly a bit afraid to look in a mirror.

As if WinWin can hear your thoughts, he laughs softly as he kisses the top of your head and slides his hands over the tops of your thighs. “Mark is going to be jealous he missed out.” He lifts one hand up to your neck, the other drifts between your legs to where he’s still inside you. “Although this is nothing compared to what he could do to your neck.”

You sigh, turning your head on his shoulder. “Ten would be outrageously jealous too. I love when he’s jealous. Best sex.” You smile a bit wistfully, and then admit, “I dreamt about them last night. I dreamt that you, Mark, and I were out about the island, and when we got back to the house, there they were at the kitchen table, laughing with Renjun and Ira, waiting for us.”

“Waiting for you,” WinWin corrects you.

You shake your head sharply and sit up, turning your head to the side so you can actually see his face as you tell him, “No, I mean that they were waiting for us. The three of us. It wasn’t just me they were excited to see in the dream. Of course I’m the one that got the first and most enthusiastic greeting, but Yuta definitely grabbed Mark’s face and planted a kiss on him before he turned to you and basically caught you in a headlock so he could kiss you on the cheek.”

WinWin wrinkles his nose at that, and you laugh. That’s the same face he’d made in the dream.

“Don’t even get me started on what Ten did to you then. He asked me to join and it was a whole thing in the dream.” You’re just teasing, and WinWin laughs along with you, even rolling his eyes.

“Damn, I can’t wait to get them back,” he jokes, “It’ll give me and Mark a break.” Not even a breath later WinWin wraps his arms around you to draw you back against his chest, he kisses your cheek and says, “I’m only joking, of course. I would actually love having you like this all the time, and I hope you know it.” One of his hands slides down to your abdomen, warm against your belly. He tucks his chin, his mouth again on your shoulder. “I love you.”

Your heart thunders in your chest. “And I love you.”

WinWin has said those words to you a few times over the few weeks you’ve been here. Casually and easily telling you he loves you. But never has he said it so seriously, with so much truth and emotion behind the words. And you haven’t said it back until now either.

But you mean it. You feel those words wholeheartedly.

“I love you,” you tell him again.

You turn around in his lap, dragging yourself off his cock, but neither of you seems to mind that loss when you’re cupping his face in your hands, repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” as you kiss him.

WinWin tumbles you in the bed again, your bodies meeting and intertwining, and it’s at least another hour or so before either of you manages to drag yourselves out of bed for the day. The sky outside looks like it’s tipping towards evening, the blue in the sky turning a bit richer, the horizon taking on the golden color of the sinking sun.

The house is still quiet.

WinWin showers while you descend to Ira’s kitchen. You never question the magic of manifesting things anymore, even though maybe you should wonder how you can sit at his kitchen table on this unplottable island that no one but it’s current inhabitants knows that it exists and you can wish for a McDonalds burger and it will appear on the plate before you. Did it go missing from a McDonalds somewhere in the mortal world? Or does the universe have the capability to actually just pull matter together into exactly what you want?

By the time WinWin joins you in the kitchen, the sky is in full-blown sunset mode. You have a selection of manifested foods on the table — a McDonald's quarter-pounder among them — and you both decide to fill your plates and take your dinner outside on the wrap-around porch, enjoying the breeze and the sunset and the sweet air of Ira’s island.

You’ve been sitting on the porch steps for maybe five minutes when you hear footsteps rounding the corner of the house.

Renjun approaches, with tousled hair and an easy grin. “Hey,” he greets amiably, “The sirens almost wouldn’t let me leave. Minnie kept offering to catch fish for my dinner and de-bone it for me too. Do you have any food left inside?” Renjun glances down at your plate.

“It’s all still in there. You can grab a plate and come join us.” The sky darkens by degrees with every passing moment, and you watch as fireflies appear out of the grass, blinking all across the island like tiny stars. Renjun sits down beside WinWin a few moments later with his filled plate, and together the three of you eat and watch the sun dip beneath the horizon.

“Are Ira and Mark not back yet?” Renjun eventually asks. “They were heading out when I went down to the cove this morning.”

“Did they tell you where?” You ask.

A sharp shake of his head. “I figure it’s not my business. Ira’s always had his secrets.”

But Mark tells you everything. Why hadn’t he told you or WinWin where he was going or even that he was going somewhere? You’d never known Ira to take any of you with him, and even though he and Mark were clearly plotting some secretive thing together in the lighthouse’s study, Mark hadn’t mentioned that this could even have been a plan.

“Should we be worried?” WinWin asks aloud the question that has been creeping in the back of your mind. “I mean, isn’t Ira usually back from his disappearances by now?”

Renjun shrugs. “Last week there was one night I couldn’t sleep so I got up to get a dose of moonlight, and I saw Ira from my window. He was out in the yard, walking towards the house all tired-like, as if he’d been somewhere. Who knows where he goes or what he’s doing. Maybe he’s found someone to negotiate with about your other boyfriends.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “But if that’s the case, then why wouldn’t he say something. And if that is what he and Mark are doing, why would he take Mark? And why wouldn’t Mark say anything to me?”

“To not get your hopes up.” Renjun shrugs. “But I really don’t think this is anything to worry about. Give them another hour or two, and maybe then if they’re not back we can question it a bit more.”

That’s not the answer you were hoping for, but WinWin agrees with Renjun, and they both change the subject to talk about moon phases and their effects on elves and werewolves.

It seems like much longer than two hours later, still sitting there on the porch, that you think you see something in the distance, a disruption in the darkness out beyond the house’s fence. WinWin and Renjun are still chatting, but you’re sitting with your arms wrapped around yourself, eyes tracking the darkness for whatever you think you just saw.

And there it is again.

A flicker of something.

You grab WinWin’s arm, squeezing it, never pulling your gaze away from that little flicker you just saw.

“What?” He asks, turning to look out into the darkness with you.

“Is there something moving out there?” You ask, keeping your voice at a whisper. “I thought I saw something.”

Now the werewolf and the elf beside you both fall silent and look out into the dark stretch of island before you. Nothing moves except the grass waving in the night wind off the sea. WinWin’s eyes are better at seeing through the dark than either you or Renjun’s probably, but he shakes his head.

“I don’t see anything.” He lays his hand over yours. “Sorry, but I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”

“I could’ve sworn….” You trail off, not wanting to push the matter, not wanting to sound crazy. Maybe you’d just imagined it, hoping too much to see Mark and Ira reappear.

You blink a few times, wondering if maybe your eyes are just growing tired.

But no.

There was definitely something.

A flicker, like before. Like a flash of a reflection, a blip of a reflected light in the dark. Out of place.

You strain your eyes to see through the night, to make out anything there. But all you can see is the grass, the distant fence, and the yet more distant edge of the island with the sea and the stars beyond.

“There!” WinWin exclaims suddenly, flinging his arm in front of you, pointing.

But he hasn’t seen the blip that you’d seen, he’s pointing in the opposite direction, towards the stairs carved in the cliff’s face. A ball of light is bobbing over the grass towards the house, and in the shadows cast by the ball’s light, you make out a pair of figures.

“Is there something wrong with my table?” Ira calls, “Why are you three dining outside?”

As they approach the fence, the shadows cast by the light separate into a handful of figures, more than just Mark and Ira. Ira opens the gate, Mark steps through, making a beeline for you with a happy expression. Behind him, the other shadowy figures step inside, welcomed in by Ira.

You recognize the first one through after Mark. You met Haechan a few times during your excursions into the underground of Hell City’s night scene. Haechan trails right behind Mark, looking up at Ira’s lighthouse in awe.

The four others that file in afterwards are entirely unfamiliar, though to be fair you don’t spend too much time looking at them because Mark is coming towards you.

Mark smiles as he comes closer, but the moment that he collapses onto the porch step with you, he puts a hand on your jaw so he can tilt your chin and better see the large hickey WinWin marked you with earlier. “I see what you two got up to today,” he says with a smile, brushing his thumb over the sensitive spot on your skin. “Did you have time to miss me at all?”

“Dude, you sound desperate,” Haechan teases, climbing the steps as well, looking around at the porch. “Isn’t she with those two demons? Why are you flirting with her?”

The words are like a small punch to your belly.

“Shut up, man.” Mark drops his hand from your chin, reaching for your hand instead. “Don’t worry about what you can’t understand. She has enough love to give to me, the demons, and WinWin.”

Haechan’s eyes sparkle as he looks back and forth between you and Mark. “What about for me?”

Renjun responds before anyone else gets the chance. “What makes you think you’ve even got a chance with her, vampire?”

For the first time, Haechan looks at the elf, a frown creasing his brow. “And who or what the hell are you?”

Renjun bristles at that, his voice filling with attitude when he replies, “I’m Renjun. I’m an elf. What and who the hell are you?”

Haechan smirks. “I like you.”

“I can’t say the same,” comes Renjun’s sharp reply. “You haven’t made a very good first impression. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“I’m a vampire, part of Mark’s coven.” Haechan gestures at Mark. “And I thought all you elves were supposed to be all happy and ethereal and kumbaya.”

Now, Renjun’s eyes flash silver, and you know him well enough to be able to read just how pissed off he is at that comment. Something magical sizzles in the air, and maybe you should be worried for Haechan, but you’re also pretty sure that he can hold his own.

Though Haechan doesn’t seem put off by Renjun’s irritation, if anything he seems encouraged. “You’re kinda cute when your eyes do that, elf boy.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “Renjun’s already been claimed by a siren, Haechan. Find someone else to flirt with. Plus, he’s too good and pure for you.”

Haechan takes that as a challenge. “Like you just said, Mark, when has something like that ever stopped me?”

Renjun gets up from the steps and disappears inside the house, Haechan looks after him like he wants to follow and keep pestering the elf, but that’s when Ira calls his name. Haechan’s head snaps around to your father, attentive.

You look again at the strangers gathered behind your father. The four newcomers look between you and Ira, between Mark and WinWin, staring in awe at the house rising behind you. You don’t know any of them, but judging by the way that one of the taller guys keeps glancing at WinWin, you think he might know him. And the stiff way that WinWin is sitting beside you supports your theory.

On your other side, Mark clears his throat. “I’m sorry we were gone all day, baby,” he apologizes, “Ira came to me with this idea last night, and I didn’t want to wake you this morning to talk about it. But we had to leave early if we wanted to get everything done today.”

“What did you do?” You ask, sliding your hand around Mark’s wrist, bringing his hand away from where he’s stroking his thumb over the hickey on your throat. “Where did you go?”

“Ira and I went to Hell City. He said we needed to recruit a team for his plan.” Mark’s eyes shine with excitement, the words spilling out quickly as he says, “Ira has a plan for us to get Yuta and Ten back.”

Now, finally, you look to your father and his pack of strangers that still stand in his shadow. He meets your gaze with an affirming nod. “I promised you, daughter, that I would reunite you with your demons. I want you to be happy.” He steps towards you, and then, looking almost nervous, he says, “These past few weeks I’ve been studying ancient texts and maps and accounts of visits to Hell Proper. I’ve left the island to talk to those I thought may provide some insight. There’s a demon that I’m still familiar with who I met with to ask about your demons; what level of guard are they under — are they imprisoned or just kept under close watch or what is their status? I’ve been given all the answers that I have gone seeking, and now I’m implementing a plan. I want to see you happy, even if that means going through Hell and back.”

You fight the urge to hug this man, your father. It’s still strange to think of him that way. He’s still hardly more than a stranger, even after these few weeks spent living in his home. But it’s undeniable that there is some familial bond there, that he’s trying to close that distance that your mother and all the fighting between the demons and Watchers had created.

He looks at you now with emotion in his eyes, a look that reminds you so much of the way that your mother and your human father had once looked at you. Full of love, full of hope.

Ira makes a sound of surprise when you collide with him. You wrap your arms around him, your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you… Dad.”

Ira’s arms tighten around you, his head resting against the side of yours. “I’m sorry for all of these years that I wasn’t able to be in your life. I know this isn’t going to make up for all of that,” he apologizes, “But do you think this counts as a start?”

You nod. “Of course.”

You regret now the way you’d spoken to WinWin about Ira this morning. As if he was suspicious, as if you couldn’t trust his actions or the promises he’d made. But now look at what he’s done for you.

After another moment, you detach from the hug, returning to the porch step between Mark and WinWin. Immediately, they both reach for you. WinWin’s arm slides over your shoulders, and Mark’s hand curves over your thigh. All three of you look up at Ira and his band of strangers.

“Mark has already met them, but I’d like you to meet our new friends,” Ira says, gesturing back at his companions.

The tallest of the shadowy figures steps forward into a pool of light, but you notice the way that the shadows continue to cling to his edges, draping in tentacular tendrils over his shoulders. His eyes are captivating, a warm smile just as welcoming, and you find yourself returning his smile. He introduces himself, “I’m Johnny.”

WinWin holds out his hand to shake, and one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils reaches out, grasping WinWin’s hand. The idea of touching the shadow scares you a bit, so you settle on just nodding your head in greeting.

Next is Jaemin, a man with another warm smile, though his eyes hold the dark terrible truth. He sighs and looks away when he realizes you’ve noticed his eyes. “I am a demon,” he confesses, stepping back beside one of the other men. “But only half. The other half of me is human, and I promise that my mortal parents raised me to be decent. I attended boarding school in Hell, but I haven’t been back there since. But I do still remember my way around.”

The guy beside him laughs and throws his arm over Jaemin’s shoulders. “I also attended school there which is why I’m here. I’m Jeno.” He grins quickly at Mark, “I’m also a vampire, though not part of Mark’s coven.”

Beside you Mark snorts. “Not for lack of trying. He won’t join me, seems to want to be my rival. He owns The Ruin, that bar in the city that’s known for brawling.”

Jeno grins proudly. “More of a gambling den, but I can’t help it if so many fights break out when people lose.”

Lastly, the tall man who kept looking at WinWin introduces himself, cutting off Jeno’s boasting about The Ruin. “I’m Jaehyun. Shape-shifter.” He glances away from WinWin to look at you and then at Mark before his gaze returns once more to WinWin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

WinWin, still sitting stiffly beside you, lets out a growl that rumbles low in his chest. “Can you not think of why that might be?”

Jaehyun’s chin juts out. “I never got the chance to explain myself. You never let me.”

WinWin just shakes his head, announcing to the rest of you, “There was once a time when Jaehyun and I were seeking initiation to the same pack at the same time, but when they chose to keep Jaehyun and abandon me, he didn’t argue against their decision. I’d believed we were friends, brothers even, but the next thing I knew I was alone in the city. No one in the pack would even acknowledge me. I was shunned, and my closest friend also pretended I didn’t exist.”

The other werewolf’s eyes flash. “Why do you think I didn’t argue? You were my closest friend, too. Do you think I’ve ever been as happy in the pack as I was when we were together, Win?” Jaehyun steps closer. “I bitched about it for weeks after you left until Alpha eventually commanded me to stop talking about you. I wanted you around, and their flimsy-ass excuses for why they didn’t choose to let you become an initiate never seemed good enough to me, but you know you can’t disobey an Alpha’s command, so I had no choice but to shut up about you and accept that you were gone. I couldn’t talk about you or even talk to you, not in any way.”

“And now?” You find your voice, longing to stand up for your boyfriend. “You’re talking to him and about him now.”

Jaehyun shifts his attention to you, watching the comfortable way that WinWin and Mark both gravitate to you. His gaze slides along the arm WinWin has over your shoulders. He explains, “Now I’m free. I left the pack and I’ve been alone for months; I’ve broken the hold of the Alpha’s commands. I fell in with these guys, so when Jaemin heard that Ira was looking for help, and especially when he mentioned Ira’s daughter’s werewolf boyfriend named WinWin, I knew I would come help my old friend. And this all sounds complicated and fun. I’m up for a challenge.”

WinWin growls quietly. “The rest of us aren’t in this for fun, y’know?”

Jaehyun nods. “Of course. You’re in this to rescue your friends. But you have to admit that the idea of breaking into Hell, fighting some demon ass, and living to see the hazy sunlight of Hell City again does sound like fun, right?”

Jeno the vampire chuckles. “This is going to be fun. You’re all too serious about it, but we’re going to kick ass and bring your demons back. What more could we ask for?”

Haechan scoffs behind you where he’s still standing on the porch. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. “It’s going to be dangerous. You guys are treating it so lightly, but I know what I’m signing on for. I’m loyal to Mark, but that doesn’t mean that I’m walking into this mission blindly or without considering the risks.”

You notice Mark turning to look at his friend, a soft look in his eyes. “I think that we’re all here now, and we’re all in agreement on the goal of what we’re doing. You’ve all done a lot of travel and experienced a lot more magic today than I’m sure you were expecting. Let’s all just relax tonight, and tomorrow we’ll discuss everything in the light of day with well-rested and clear minds.”

Everyone agrees to that.

Ira leads the way inside the house. Renjun looks up from his seat in the sitting room to the left. He takes one look at the cluster of newcomers and quickly ducks his head back towards the book in his lap. Ira gives the cursory tour, gesturing to the occupied sitting room, the kitchen, the bedrooms upstairs, his study in the left wing of the next floor. “You’re welcome to choose your own rooms, as the others have done. You can manifest whatever you need, including meals at the table. You’re guests in my home, so feel free to use it as such. I’m heading back out,” he says this with a look towards you. “I have some other plans I need to touch on before we discuss all this in the morning.”

He’s gone back out the door before you get the chance to question him.

No sooner has the door shut behind him than Jaehyun turns to WinWin. “Can I please talk with you?”

WinWin starts to snarl, but the pleading look on the other werewolf’s face seems to do just the trick. WinWin relents, but his expression still looks stony as he agrees.

They head into the sitting room, which causes Renjun to depart the room, hurrying up the stairs to his bedroom. The new guys slowly follow him upstairs, their footsteps creaking along the hallway up there as they choose bedrooms. You drift to the kitchen, needing a snack although you quickly find yourself distracted by the way that Mark follows so closely behind you that he may as well be your shadow. The entire time you stand there snacking in the doorway of Ira’s pantry, Mark is right at your side, touching you — brushing his fingers at your wrist, his foot nudging against yours, resting his head on your shoulder as if he’s impossibly tired — and he’s always looking right at you while he keeps quiet conversation, babbling to you about his and Ira’s adventures today.

You’re not exactly tired since you hardly left the bed today, but after you eat, all you feel like doing is finally showering and curling up in your bed upstairs.

“Can I come?” Mark asks gently when you voice your plans. “I’ll be quiet.”

You lift a hand, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “I’m not really planning to sleep just yet. I was thinking of reading or something, so if you want to come cuddle with me, I’d be happy with that.”

Mark immediately slides his arms around your waist, drawing you in against him. You shiver as his bare skin meets a spot on your hip where your shirt has ridden up a little. “I’m sorry,” Mark apologizes. “I know I’m cold.”

“I don’t mind,” you reassure him, but Mark gives you a sharp look as if he doesn’t believe you. You push playfully at his chest. “Really, Mark. I don’t mind the cold. Especially when I have you and WinWin with me. He’s too warm. But you’re not too cold. You’re just cool.”

A small smile flickers at the corners of his lips. “I am cool, aren’t I? The coolest.”

You roll your eyes, and step away from him, starting to walk away. “Come on. I want to shower first. I feel like I just smell like WinWin right now.”

Mark catches your waist before you can make it a few steps. He fits himself along your back, and his nose touches your shoulder. “You do smell like sex, baby. Sex and a little like wet dog.”

You push him back. “Shut up. I do not.”

Mark laughs behind you. “You’re the one that said it first, you know. I’m just confirming it.” He catches up with you in the entryway, pausing momentarily at the sound of the low voices emanating from the sitting room. “What do you think of that guy?” Mark asks, nodding his head towards the doorway of the other room.

“Jaehyun?” You ask, and Mark nods. You shrug. “I don’t know. He’s handsome, tall, and seems sorry for his bad past with WinWin. Why?”

Mark shrugs too. “It was just weird when he joined Ira and I earlier. Like he just seemed out of place, y’know?”

“Maybe it’s because he knew that WinWin wasn’t going to be welcoming him with open arms,” you suggest. “But they’re talking, so I’m sure WinWin will fill us in later. As for us….” You turn around as you climb the stairs, and you reach a hand down towards Mark. “Like I said, I want to shower and climb into bed, and I don’t want to get out until tomorrow.”

Mark slides his hand into yours, and he nearly drags you the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bathroom. You don’t say a word, just following where he leads, feet barely touching the ground again until the moment Mark spins you around, pinning you back against the closed door.

You suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”

Mark brushes your hair aside to expose your neck and shoulders, the hickeys left behind by WinWin. He traces the bruises and bites with his fingertips.

“You feel so warm,” Mark whispers, dipping his head forward, his lips brushing over your shoulder. “And I was joking downstairs; you smell so good, baby. Sweet. Like sex. Are you sure I don’t feel awfully cold to you?”

He’s asked the last question because you shiver again as Mark draws his nose up the side of your neck. Of course, there’s the chill when his skin touches yours, but you truly don’t mind it. Not really. And if Mark touches you enough, your heat seems to transfer to his skin. When he’s just drunk blood he’s warmer too. Maybe because of that thought, your head tilts to the side, exposing your throat a bit more to him.

Mark’s lips find your pulse, his tongue flicks out between his lips.

The shuddery sigh that breaks from you is ridiculous. Mark knows it too as he kisses your throat again, his hands snake around your hips.

“I’m sad I missed out earlier. If I’d known that you were going to be down for some fun today, maybe I’d have turned down Ira’s invitation to recruit in Hell City.” His tongue traces along your pulse, and you can feel sparks floating through your veins. “Can I make up for lost time now?”

“Right now?” Your voice comes out breathy.

Mark laughs against your skin. “I mean, we could go to bed, but I can feel your pulse racing already, and we’re already alone.” He presses his lips right over the excited beat in your throat. “We can do it here if you like, baby.”

“I want it. I want you.”

Mark’s hands on your hips move for the waistband of the pants you’re wearing. One hand slides easily inside, the other snakes higher beneath your top. His lips curl in delight when he finds that you’re wearing neither a bra beneath the shirt nor panties under your pants. His teeth drag tantalizingly over your neck once more, and you make a sound that blends a gasp and a sigh, a sound just full of want.

Mark echoes it back to you in the instant before he finally bites.

Your view goes fuzzy around the edges, arousal bleeds through you like your fire does. It feels like power.

Mark licks and sucks and kisses your throat, cleaning up the spilled blood with his tongue, leaving his moans against your skin. His fingers massage your tit with one hand and your clit with the other until you’ve melted against him, his skin warming against yours due in thanks to his taste of you and his proximity with you. You shiver, and this time, it has nothing to do with how cold he normally is.

Just outside the door, right behind your back, you hear voices and laughter as two of your father’s houseguests pass by. But you can’t bring yourself to be bothered, not when Mark’s fangs dig in again, not when he’s filling you with his fingers.

“God,” you gasp, dropping your head back. There’s a definite thud when the back of your head meets the wooden door, and if that wasn’t enough to alert the passersby of something going on in here, then definitely they should know after hearing your moan of, “Mark, I want you.”

His moan vibrates through you, his mouth hot on the spot where your neck and shoulder join. Your belly is tying itself in knots, body flushing with heat, tingling pleasantly. You still have the memory of WinWin fresh all over you, inside and out, the slight ache between your legs that transforms more as you’re filled with need for Mark. His fingers aren’t nearly enough for you, and you both know it.

You push away from the door, and Mark steps backwards with you without ceasing touching you. He laughs lightly against your skin when you stumble over the edge of the bathmat on the floor, landing firmly against his chest, his teeth dig into your throat.

“Shit,” you hiss with pleasure.

You grasp at Mark’s shoulders, clutching at the back of his neck, drawing him closer. You slide one hand from the back of his neck down the curve of his spine. Your other hand drifts from his shoulder, skimming along his chest, and you drag your palm over the front of his pants, grinding the heel of your palm over his growing erection.

“Come on, Mark,” you encourage him, “Don’t you want to make up for missing out earlier? Don’t you want to leave a memory of you for WinWin to find and be jealous about too?”

His breath tickles your sensitive skin as he pulls his mouth away from the bite he’s left on you. “Baby, you taste too good. Did you know that? You’re so sweet.” He laps at the blood that wells out of the bitemark. “I love the way every part of you tastes.”

He undresses you fluidly, quickly. Your clothes almost just vanish from your body, Mark a blur in front of you, and then he’s solidly on his knees looking up at you, steam filling the bathroom from the shower that he must’ve turned on in all of his blurry movement. The sound of the water falling against the tiles is hopefully loud enough now to conceal your gasp of pleasure as Mark curls his hands around the backs of your thighs, as he lifts one of your thighs up to his shoulder, as he nuzzles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to catch a taste of your wetness gathering along the slit between your legs.

You knot your fingers through Mark’s hair, trying to find balance on one foot as you’re unmoored from the wall in the middle of the bathroom. You angle your hips, rolling forward as Mark begins really going for it. He moans softly, and his tongue dips inside you, tongue-fucking you while you drag your nails against his scalp. You’re riding it out, feeling the sweet tingle of pleasure building behind your navel as Mark’s tongue works magic, but he draws his mouth away too soon.

“No, don’t stop!” You tug again at his hair, and Mark turns his smile against your thigh, teeth scraping lightly.

“Who said I was stopping?” His fingers take over from his lips and tongue. “I can’t be this close to you, smelling you and tasting you all around me, and not want to taste you in a different way, to bite you and make you all mine.”

You laugh but the sound becomes a moan as Mark turns his mouth against your inner thigh and nips lightly, fangs just barely breaking skin. “You want to turn me, Mark?”

He shakes his head no, biting a little deeper, fucking you with his fingers a little faster.

“You just want to leave your claim on me? Cover me in your bitemarks so when we storm Hell and I fall back into Yuta and Ten’s arms, they’ll see what you’ve been doing to me? See exactly where you and WinWin have been touching me?”

Mark chomps down, and this time there’s no mistaking your gasping moan of his name. His venom works its magic — the aphrodisiac power of it surges through you, and you cum almost instantly.

But he’s not yet finished.

Another bite beside the first, deep and burning. You can feel your pulse racing, and when you look down, you can see Mark’s mouth sealed against your thigh, the blissed out glow in his eyes when they lift to meet your gaze. He’s drinking from you like he’s starved, and the fiery red glow in his eyes unfolds like an inferno in his irises. The red consumes the deep black, until the eyes you’re looking into are vivid red.

Maybe you should be feeling the blood loss even a little bit as Mark drains you through the femoral artery, but you don’t feel it. There’s no wooziness or cold, there’s no sense of urgency to get him to stop. Instead, it’s quite the opposite.

Waves roll through you, pleasure building atop bliss again and again until you feel positively molten in Mark’s hands. You don’t want him to stop, because although he’s the one drinking from you, you’re being given power, like your fire is gushing through your veins in liquid gold.

Mark jerks backwards from the bite on your thigh, moving to the other leg to scatter kisses there, trailing closer to the place where his fingers disappear still inside you.

His tongue sweeps along your pussy, gathering your cum that spills from around his fingers.

You twist your hand tightly in his hair, a drawn out moan of his name uncontrollably leaves you.

When you look down at Mark’s head between your thighs, his hair fucked up by your touch, you’re hit by an urge to just kiss him.

“Mark,” you whine, “Kiss me. That’s enough.”

He obeys immediately, although his lips don’t leave your skin. He’s no longer even slightly cold to the touch; his lips burn as his kisses travel along an upward path, leading from your pussy over your abdomen. His hands move as well — slick fingers curl against the back of your thigh, letting the one leg fall from his shoulder just so he can caress the backs of both legs, his hands fill with your ass for a brief moment before moving higher. His fingers trace the topography of your ribcage and spine while his lips map out your belly and the valley between your breasts.

Mark rises to his feet.

His exploratory kisses climb to the peaks of each breast, pausing to stake his claim there. You loop your arms around his shoulders, pressing your fingers now against the back of his head to feel more as he licks and sucks at one nipple, his hand gently massages the other, and his knee dips forward between your legs to give you something to rub against as Mark backs you against the wall again.

You come close to orgasming like that, from rolling your hips, rubbing yourself on Mark’s bare thigh while he favors your tits with his attention.

“Stop playing with me!” You moan. “Come on, Mark.”

His lips pause around your nipple, curling into a smile. He flicks his tongue once more against the hardened peak of it before he pulls back to look you in the eye. “What do you want, baby? Tell me. Go on. Use your words.”

It’s hard to find the words when he’s still got one hand teasing and tweaking your nipple, the other hand has slid back down to massage your ass, and then of course there’s the way that you’re grinding your clit against his increasingly slick thigh. All of it makes it quite difficult to focus on putting into words what you want.

“Come on,” Mark teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. There’s a hint of his fangs again on the thin skin above your racing pulse. “Tell me precisely what you want, darling.”

You groan in frustration, a whimper as Mark’s hand on your ass moves to your hip, stilling you on his thigh. He’s silently clear: tell him in words what you want from him.

“Mark, I want you. I need you inside me. Want to feel your cock filling me up like only you can.” You drop your head forward against his shoulder. “Mark, I need to feel you fuck me, make love to me, take me and claim me.”

Mark’s lips touch your cheek now.

“Good. All you had to do was ask.”

In one quick move, Mark sweeps both of your legs up around his hips. He turns away from the wall, walking with you into the warmth of the shower. Again, your back meets the wall now, but as your head rests back against the tile of the shower, Mark’s lips find yours.

His kiss is hungry and domineering. He’s kissing you, and there’s no mistaking how he wants you. You can feel his erection against you, and you swear all it’ll take is just you shifting your hips just-so to have him inside you.

Mark smiles as if he can read your thoughts, or perhaps he can sense the way your body is moving, shifting in his arms between him and the wall, trying to get exactly what you want.

He drops a hand down between your bodies. There’s an exhalation as he wraps a hand around himself, as he guides his cock to your pussy, and finally Mark rolls forward.

“Oh, yes,” you sigh. Mark chuckles at your reaction, the way that you drop your head back against the shower wall and close your eyes.

He kisses your jaw, down your throat, licks along your collarbones and across your chest. Mark moves, steadily stretching you around his cock with slow thrusts that grow steadily deeper and rougher.

“Mark, Mark, Mark,” his name falls like a mantra from your lips.

He moans, the sounds vibrating against your chest where he keeps his head buried as he tries to fold himself into you, to bury himself as deep as he can again and again, and you just feel as if you’re swelling with all of the emotion and the sexual gratification you’ve received. You’ve already cum a few times since you entered this bathroom with him, and you’re high on it and you just want to bring Mark up somewhere closer to the level where you are right now.

Everything else falls away until it’s only Mark’s body against and inside yours, just the slick wall of the shower behind your back and the spray of water that touches on your awareness each time the spray of it meets your skin like scattered constellations. It’s just the beat of your heart racing beneath Mark’s lips, his thrusts, his hands on your skin, his fingers that sink to your clit while he mouths at your throat and curses in a language you don’t know.

Mark cums like that, your walls tight around him. The feeling of him spilling inside you and his fingers still going against your clit pushes you over the edge again too.

You clutch at Mark, reluctant to let him go even when he tries to step back. He laughs softly, lips against your ear as he moves you away from the wall and directly beneath the shower’s spray. You cling to him, legs squeezed around his hips. It takes quite a while, a bit of gentle coaxing, and half a shower later (Mark talking with you about all of his adventures earlier that day as he washes your back and your hair and everything else he can easily reach) before you drop your legs from his hips and stand on your own two feet to finish the shower.

Mark kisses your forehead.

WinWin finds you and Mark then. He slips in the bathroom door, strips off his clothes, and joins you in the shower without much ado.

“How’d the talk with your friend go?” Mark asks as he washes down his chest. “Are you besties again?”

WinWin rolls his eyes. “No. But I think we understand each other a little bit more now. We can work together.”

“That’s good,” you say, patting his chest as you lean your back against the shower wall to observe the two men with you. “Hopefully the better we all work together, the quicker we’ll get to Hell and back.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever been more excited to go to Hell,” Mark laughs.

And it’s in that moment that you realize you are excited to go to Hell. Not just because you’ll be reunited at long last with Ten and Yuta, but because maybe while you’re down there, you’ll discover something new about your history, something new about your mother. Of course, it’s mostly for Ten and Yuta that you want to go there.

“Just don’t forget about me once we’ve got them back.” Mark steps out of the shower without another word, leaving you and WinWin in silence.

It breaks your heart a bit to think of that. Does Mark think that all of this with him is only because Yuta and Ten aren’t here? Because that’s not it at all. You had feelings for him before they were taken by the Watchers. You’ve wanted to be with him since before your boyfriends gave you the go-ahead. You want Mark to know that he’s not just your fourth choice, he’s not a backup that’s going to be cast aside.

WinWin remains behind in the shower as you depart. You wrap a towel tight around yourself as you follow Mark towards your bedroom at the end of the hall.

He laughs a little when you catch up to him, when you throw your arms around his shoulders from behind, glue yourself to his back. He keeps walking into the bedroom, over to the bed, and it’s only because you lift your legs to hook your ankles in front of him that Mark doesn’t drag you the rest of the way. But as soon as you’re in the bedroom, he turns and drops you backwards onto the bed.

You don’t let go, even when Mark is lying on top of you and both of you are shaking with laughter. Even when WinWin walks in a moment later, clutching his towel at his waist, you don’t release Mark.

He could break your hold if he really wanted to, but he seems content to be held in your arms. WinWin slides back into bed, and you take a moment to rearrange, to rest your head on his stomach while you hold Mark. You pet Mark’s head, combing your fingers through his hair.

“You know nothing is going to change, right?” You can feel Mark relaxing against you. “After we’ve got them back, this will still be the same.”

“Will it?” Mark asks. “Then there will be four of us, one of you. Splitting your time between WinWin and I, that’s not difficult, but with an extra two? One of us is bound to slip through the cracks, and I can’t help feeling like it’s going to be me.”

“Don’t be stupid,” WinWin grunts.

“He’s not being stupid. If he feels that way, that’s perfectly valid.” You slide one hand down from Mark’s head to his chest so your palm rests over his unbeating heart. “Now, what he’s just said is not going to be true, but his feelings are valid. I can balance the four of you.” Mark tips his head against you. “I can handle the four of you.”

Now WinWin laughs. “I can’t wait to see you try to handle all four of us at once, Princess.”

That at last draws Mark out of his state a little, he pulls your arms away from him so he can get up, and rearrange. The three of you pile together in the bed; you rest back against WinWin, and Mark curls in towards you, resting his head on your chest.

It’s not like you were expecting a grand reception at the Gates of Hell. You weren’t expecting them to welcome you and your party inside, but you certainly didn’t expect them to be waiting for you, with demon guards armed to the teeth, ready to escort you and your party directly to the Queen of the Night. Yet here you stand before the massive Gates of Hell — ebony wood carved with grotesques, the flickering shadows cast by the torches mounted beside the doors make the carvings seem alive, and the red stone the doors are set in seems painted with the blood of a million humans.

It is the stuff of your nightmares.

The demon guards with their gleaming weapons escort you and your friends inside, encircling you so that none of you are left out, closing in tighter and tighter until it’s impossible for you to see around them and you begin to feel claustrophobic. A cool hand slips into yours. Mark squeezes your fingers, and the strength in his hand makes you feel a bit better. The solid heat of WinWin against your back as you bump back against him helps too.

You make your way forward in the tight cluster until the guards bring you to a stop.

Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise you when they single you out, when you’re dragged forward away from the others who seem to melt immediately into darkness and shadow behind you. In the moment, all that you can see is the glowing runes encircling the patch of floor you stand on — some of which seem semi-familiar, like ones that Ten and Yuta may have taught you once back in your apartment you shared with them — and the massive throne in front of you.

The Queen of the Night sits veiled in shadow.

Her throne seems unscalable, black stone that reflects torchlight from behind you. Orange and gold glimmers of light catch on the facets, and you realize the throne is weeping moisture as well, thin rivulets spilling down the stone to pool upon the floor.

When the Queen speaks, you can’t even attempt to decipher her words because all you can see is what sits at the base of her throne. Heavy chains slither through the dark pool, each chain loops and twists around the ankles, wrists, and neck of your boyfriends.

Yuta and Ten stand just feet in front of you.

No one is holding you back.

You take a step towards them. Another.

Your toes touch the dark water of the pool, and strange ripples grow outward from that spot. Another step, and the water comes alive. The darkness crawls up your calves and thighs, and you struggle forward, reaching for Yuta and Ten as they stare blankly at you, emotionless and unfeeling as the black water pulls higher up your body, weighing you down and dragging you under.

You’re sucked into the deep when you’re only three steps in. Black water covers your head and pushes you deeper and deeper, pouring into your nose and mouth.

And then suddenly you’re not alone in the water. Out of the corner of your eye, things flash and shimmer dangerously, and you turn your head in every direction, trying to figure out what is around you in these moments before you drown.

The water grows lighter by degrees and you see Seulgi and Sunmi and Minnie. The sirens.

It is their fins that keep catching light and reflecting it as they swim in dizzying circles around you in the black-blue water. You’re in deep above your head, the blackness of the water swells beneath you, and the sirens grin with sharp smiles, singing haunting melodies without offering any help. In fact, it almost feels as if their constant circling is somehow pulling you deeper, drowning you. Their voices ring louder and louder in your ears even as the crushing pressure of the water closes around you and—

You jolt awake, gasping for breath, hands at your throat.

Mark is out of bed, sitting with the windows open, his face tilted and eyes closed as he enjoys the light sea breeze. A distant glimmer of the sunrise teases against the horizon — peachy pink between the deep blue-gray of the clouds and the choppy steel shade of the morning sea.

WinWin places a gentle hand against your lower back, making a sound that seems like he was trying to make words. His fingers twist against your bare skin before falling away again.

You clutch the top sheet to yourself as you move out of bed to join Mark. A sound echoes around the cove that’s just barely out of sight, and you shiver, recognizing the sirens’ call that had slipped into your dreams. You feel sick.

Mark turns to wrap his arms around you when you stand beside him. His cool lips touch your bare shoulder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the nausea, trying to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your ears still ring, and you can hear the sirens’ laughter now mixing with the singing.

Blessedly, Mark closes the window and bundles you back towards the bed.

“Am I awake?” You ask aloud. The question is banging against the inside of your mind, and if you hadn’t asked it aloud, it would drive you mad. Your dream had felt so real up until the moment it ended. How can you be certain that this is real?

You sit on the bed, folding your legs in front of you, and Mark sits down opposite you in a similar manner. Beside you, WinWin rolls over in the sheets, and when you look at him, he’s awake as well, watching you with his eyebrows furrowed together. Mark takes your hands, and quietly asks, “Are you okay?”

The answer is so clearly no.

You’re still attempting to regulate your breathing.

WinWin sits up, suddenly alert. “What’s wrong?”

“A bad dream. I’m being silly,” you say, although your heart is still racing, you still feel like throwing up, and you can’t help remembering the suffocating weight of the black water and the dizzying flashes of the siren fins around you. “It’s all just nerves.”

“Look at me,” WinWin demands, his voice dropping to a commanding rumble. His hand cups the back of your head.

You turn your face towards him, and your eyes meet his. Bright and shiny with concern, his gaze searches yours. “Breathe with me,” he says, “Slowly, come on.”

You try to match your breathing with WinWin’s. You’d thought you were doing well, but apparently not.

Mark still clings to both of your hands. His cool fingers stroke against the backs of your hands, and from the corner of your eye, you can see he’s concentrating on you. As happy, peaceful memories begin to infiltrate your spiraling thoughts, you realize that Mark is playing his mind games with you, which he hasn’t done for a long, long time. This time is for the better. Both he and WinWin are doing their best to bring you down from this heightened state.

Outside the window, the sun continues to rise. While you look at WinWin and steady your breathing, while memories of happier times play out in your mind, you watch the golden light of sunrise stretching up the bedroom walls, the gentle warmth of it touches your skin.

It works. The combined efforts calm you after several minutes, and by the time that you hear the others stirring and heading downstairs, you feel much better. The three of you descend to the kitchen for Ira’s informational discussion of the plan to finally break into Hell, to join in with the voices you can hear echoing up the stairs.

Everyone is gathered around the long kitchen table. Ira is seated at the head of the table, his back to the fireplace. Renjun is seated directly on his right, holding a miniature court of his own with admirers. Mark’s coven-mate Haechan is seated beside Renjun, hanging on the elf’s every word, and across from Renjun is Minnie. The siren is also listening intently to Renjun, but she’s twirling her long hair around one finger and her eyes gleam with dark seduction.

A ragged construction of seagrass and netting is all that covers the sirens to a state of semi-modesty. Minnie’s outfit seems to be some sort of a dress, her pale hair hangs free over the front of her. On her left sits Sunmi, her chest bound with fabric scraps, and you can see a hint of a grass skirt of some kind, but the magical way that her fingers move through her long red-orange hair is more mesmerizing as she wrangles it into a thick braid.

Seulgi, the siren with navy scales and pitch black hair, sits between Sunmi and the strange shadow-man Johnny. Johnny looks different in the light of day. You can still see his shadows all huddled behind him, condensed and darker than the shadows of everyone else at the table, and if you look close enough you can see his shadows reaching out to climb up along Johnny’s back or stretching along the back of his chair towards Seulgi.

She seems oblivious to his shadows creeping towards her, but as you take a step closer to the table, aiming for the seat opposite your father at this end of the table, you watch one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils drape itself over Seulgi’s shoulder. She lifts a taloned fingernail to flick the tendril away. It vanishes, and Johnny flinches.

WinWin takes the seat on your left, Mark on your right. Jaehyun is seated beside WinWin, and between Jaehyun and Haechan sit Jaemin the half-demon and Jeno. Mark sits uncomfortably beside Johnny, glancing warily at the man’s multitudinous shadow.

“Now that we’re all here,” Ira says, his voice a commanding boom through the room, “Let us begin.”

Those that had been whispering amongst themselves fall silent. Johnny’s shadows grow still and draw in close to him. WinWin’s hand finds yours beneath the table.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Ira begins, “Initially, I thought that perhaps their return could be negotiated, brought about peacefully through diplomacy. All attempts at such have failed. Therefore, I’ve assembled all of you here together as a team, each of you possessing skills or knowledge that I believe will be helpful going forward. This is a meeting for us to plot to recover the two demon lovers of my daughter from Hell against the wishes of the Queen of the Night.”

Ira stands, and with a wave of his hand, the table is suddenly covered with loose papers, dense tomes, unbound scrolls, sketches and maps, even a few stone and clay tablets. “We will treat today as a brainstorming session. I have ideas, but I have spent no time in the kingdom of Hell, so I’m not certain how well my plans will truly play out. That is why I have collected these documents and you, Jaemin and Jeno, in order to better conceive a pathway to success. The pair of you have real experience in Hell, and these gathered texts are accounts of those who have been to the underworld and returned, mortals with stories – Dante, Orpheus, Phra Malai, an emperor, heroes in history, all sorts of stories. Their perceptions are ancient and probably skewed by bias, and that is where you come in, Jaemin and Jeno.”

The half demon nods, reaching for one of the sketches in front of him. “Anything you want to know, I’ll tell you.” His fingers trace the lines of ink carefully. Beside him, Jeno nods.

“Good,” Ira says, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s begin.”

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a/n: It's been over a year in the making, but this is the first of the final four chapters of Unholy! I'm so excited to finally share the ending of this series with you. I know it's been a very, very long wait, so to everyone that's been holding on for me thank you so much!

Chapter Eighteen will be uploaded next Sunday 07/07.

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