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obriengf · 2 months

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24 Crayons || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy met a girl in the midst of innocence, and formed a friendship that would last the ages. Words: 1.1k Warnings: omg just cuteness to the max Notes: written in third person, remaining chapters set in first person!

part one of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

Innocence was the simplicity of a sunny day; the way the light warmed skin and caught reflections in a twinkling gleam. It was the gentle hum of a small Californian town, filled with buzzing townsfolk in suburban settings and singing birds that found sanctuary in the surrounding wilderness. It was the floral scent of garden-lined sidewalks that was encapsulated within a plethora of beautiful flowers. But most of all, on this very particular day, innocence was the budding friendship between two children on their first day of kindergarten. Brown, doe-like eyes, peered upward as lips jutted out in a pout. They belonged to a young boy as nerves overtook his small body, worried about being alone and away from his parents. His hands were small as they gripped onto the pant legs of his father before cementing his little feet to the pavement below. He was refusing to move; head shaking, frown quivering, cheek rubbing against khaki-coloured material. "Stiles, honey..." A tender voice cooed, a woman with dark brown hair and the sweetest of smiles now moving to crouch to his level. She was among the shining light of the sun, ethereal glows highlighting her frame before a hand with a loving touch cupped the young boy's face. "You'll have the best time, I promise. Once you make some friends, you will love it here." "B-but you and dad are my friends!"

The woman's gaze saddened as they flickered up toward her husband, a mutual conversation of silent expressions and empathy. With a tender pat to her shoulder, the woman stood, instead replaced by a man with kind eyes and a gold badge that glimmered in the light. Stiles' focus moved to the word 'Deputy' as his small finger dragged over the engraving on the golden metal, his sobs quietening only in the slightest.

"Do you want to see the special big boy present we got for your first day, bud?" The man spoke with a gentle tone before being met with a sniffle and hesitant head nod from his son. He was careful as he dug through the spiderman backpack in front of him, his facial features contorting with funny expressions to make Stiles laugh. The sound of happiness made the man sigh with contentment as he pulled out a yellow box - colours, one of every rainbow shade, were lined up perfectly and ready for a creative imagination.

"Crayons!" Any prior sense of despair had dissipated as the boy's eyes grew, childlike wonder and jovial sounds now becoming his persona in the way his parents had always known him. The box was grasped with delicate fingers before small arms were thrown behind the father's neck, holding him in a loving embrace.

The man smiled. All surroundings slowly faded as this family of three stood within their bubble of perfection - of love, and purity. Everything was right in the world, and nothing could stand in their way.

Stiles stood off to the side; his senses were on alert, nervousness working through his small frame as he overlooked the large classroom and the many bodies that took up its space. He was too shy to speak to anyone, and he felt as if the room began to close in on him the longer he isolated himself. He dreamed of being back in the arms of his father, to be looking up at his mother's graceful smile that made all the scary moments go away. Everybody seemed to have someone and Stiles had never felt so alone.

It wasn't until he looked across to the far side of the room - past the children playing with their toys, and his new teacher talking to other adults that he didn't know - that he spotted another that seemed as lonely as he did. She had her back turned to him, but he could tell that she was sad by the way her pencil moved slowly over the page in front of her.

Little feet padded with caution as Stiles made his way toward her, the box his father gave him clutched tightly to his chest as a reminder that he was a big boy now and that alone was enough to give him some courage.

He cleared his throat, voice quiet as he peered over her shoulder, "Can I sit with you?"

Her head shot up with surprise to hear another voice, body turning quickly to see a young boy with the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She nodded eagerly, pushing the chair beside her out for him to drop beside her. Stiles felt relief, his smile wide with anticipation as he stuck his hand out - something his father taught him when saying hello to new people. The girl looked at him funny before she smiled too, her hand sliding against his easily.

"Hi, my name is Mieczyslaw!" He spoke quickly, the sound of his name amusing as it came from his young squeaky voice. It didn't make it any easier to understand with the tooth missing from his bottom row, either.

Her head tilted, lashes fluttering as she thought of what he said. The girl hummed, "Mich.. ca.. slor?"

Stiles laughed loudly, his grin growing wider, if even possible. The boy nodded, "Kinda, but it's okay, it's hard to say sometimes."

The girl giggled along with him, her body turning further in her seat until she was facing him front on. "That's a funny name!"

"It's my grampa's name.." He started, shuffling closer to the girl, "But you can call me Stiles! Erry'one calls me that."

"Okay, Stiles. That's a funny name too!" She followed his earlier sentiment as her small hand was thrown toward him, ready for another shake, "I'm Y/n."

He took it gladly, "I like that name, it's pretty. Y/n."

A red hue dusted her cheeks, a mix of excitement and happiness as she found someone to talk to. And he was someone that made her laugh, which she liked most of all.

Stiles wasn't afraid as he put his box of crayons on the table between them, a sense of pride filling him as he saw her eyes widen in amazement. He patted the top, "My dad and mom gave me these."

"Wow! And you got the big box too, with all the good colors!"

Stiles' smile never faltered, and he knew that he liked you straight away. You were going to be a good friend. "Yeah! I haven't opened 'em yet. Did you wanna color with me?!"

That was the beginning of an unbreakable friendship, the first chapter in the lives of you and Stiles Stilinski.

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binniebakery · 3 months

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Thornless Rose (2/3)

♡ Prince!Yeonjun x Princess!Fem!Reader, strangers (one sided enemies??) to lovers, fluff (slightly suggestive at some points teehee)

♡ Summary: marrying oranada's "evil" prince was not on your bingo card for the year but hey we thug it out (im not good at summaries) ♡ Warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of minor character deaths, mentions of attempted assassination (i swear the fic is just a lil bit of angst, pure fluff), yeonjun is also the cutest thing alive, yeonjun is a tease

♡ A/N: i know im late for today as its already valentines for me but i literally spent all day being busy!! i promise i will upload the final part later <3 once again ty for reading and enjoy! lmk if theres anything i should change/work on! ♡ Read: 1/3 here! 3/3 here! ♡

You couldn’t quite wrap your head around the situation, the entire trip to Oranada felt like an eternity. Your chest felt heavy with anxiety as you rested your head on your lady-in-waiting’s shoulder. Yuri currently was preoccupied with knitting herself a shawl, humming a soft tune that was so warm and inviting in contrast to the harsh cold winter outside. Your body was immensely tense and soon enough you were lulled to sleep. You were in a slightly foggy garden. Hundreds of white roses surrounded you and the soft scent of moist greenery filled your senses. It was the most beautiful garden you had ever seen. It’s bushes shaped to perfection, hedges surrounding you in an ethereal maze. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance.

You looked up from your reflection in the water to see the world around you develop a greyish hue. Despite the oncoming storm and the smell of rain, you felt no fear. If anything you felt a strange peace, you didn’t want to leave this place, even with the incoming weather.A taller figure walks before you. You couldn’t make out the figure’s face, with features blurred out in the fog. You couldn’t even see the color of their hair. Your eyes squinted in an attempt to see clearer but the fog grew thicker and the storm grew closer. You stared at the figure with confidence. You weren’t afraid.

A soft melody begins to play in the distance, a romantic, soft tune. The figure in front of you stops about a foot in front of you and offers their hand, reluctantly, you reach out. “M’lady, are you awake?”

The sound of a sweet voice had awoken you from your slumber. “Miss y/n, we’re here.” Yuri’s soft voice softly echoed in your ears as you slowly opened your eyes. “Pardon me, I seemed to have slept longer than anticipated.” You smile sheepishly, your senses awakening as you stretch out your arms. “Don’t apologize, you hadn’t slept a wink the night prior so I didn't want to wake you so soon unless it was necessary” she spoke softly as her fingers ran through your slightly messy hair. You closed your eyes and for once let out a genuine smile at the gesture. Yuri always knew how to keep you relaxed. “They’re waiting for you, the king and queen are currently in an audience but for now we shall have you taken to where you will be staying and have you get properly arranged for breakfast with the prince”. Right, your fiance, the man that you would be soon spending the rest of your life with. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Yes, of course, let us get going then shall we?” You mustered the brightest smile you could but even a stranger could tell that it was with full irritation. As your father’s assistant spoke with the royal guards in plans and details for the week, one had approached you and Yuri and offered to carry your luggage as he showed you to your guest rooms. The prominent tenseness you radiated could be felt by everyone near despite the warm smile you wore. “This way, your majesty” the guard bowed and the three of you took off. The castle was beautiful. It was large and held a very monotone color scheme. Soft greys and blues decorated the exterior as pine trees outlined the entire area. It matched perfectly with the winter atmosphere. Your heart once again felt the intense anxiety that you shoved away, just as sharp as the cold wind that stung your soft skin.

Yuri’s room was right next to yours for convenience, which was a wonderful surprise to you. You thanked the guard and as he spoke with Yuri in the hallway outside your room, you began to unpack. Your room was magnificent, with intricate paintings on each wall, and the wallpaper a beautiful cream color with black detailing. Two large windows showcased the beautiful winter cold outside with the grey laced curtains drawn. You couldn’t get your mind off of that dream you had. Normally, you had odd dreams all the time but this one felt so different. You could barely remember what you had dreamt about. A few light knocks on your door shook you from your thoughts as Yuri asked to come in. She had already been freshened up and dressed and had offered to help you herself which you accepted with a wide smile. Once you had properly showered and changed, your lady-in-waiting began to pamper and attend to your locks. “You have to make a good impression y/n. I trust that you’ll be as sweet and as lovely as you normally are but despite how the prince acts please try to keep proper composure and patience”. You sighed as you longingly gazed out the window, watching the clouds above the castle’s garden. “Yes, of course, I’ve come to terms with my fate. Can we please head to breakfast now so that I may meet my lovely betrothed?” You responded sarcastically. Yuri nodded and held a small mirror to your face. “You look so beautiful, just like your mother” she sighed as you stood from your seat. As Yuri walked over to your bedroom’s door you took a double take out the window. In the garden, a tall figure stood, back facing the castle. A young man with black hair could be seen crouching down, admiring the flora. Could that be the prince? You pondered as you approached the doors. Almost as quickly as he appeared, the young man disappeared. Shrugging it off you let Yuri guide you down the hall to breakfast. The dining room was large and like every other part of the castle, intricately decorated with the utmost depressing colors. It was a huge contrast to your home, with its main colors involving deep reds and oak browns. As you sat, you noted three other chairs on the other side of the long dining table. At least we won't be sitting so closely, you sighed to yourself. After what minutes that felt like hours, voices could now be heard approaching from the hallway, your heartbeat couldn’t be any louder with fear. You sat straighter, hands properly placed on your lap, chin held up with a smile. You had to make a good impression no matter what.

“Good morning, Princess y/n”. A velvety woman’s voice spoke to you as the doors swung open. To say the queen was a beautiful lady would be an understatement. She presented herself in a way you could only imagine to be, adorned in all black, lipstick a deep cherry red almost even looking like blood. Despite the intense vibe she gave off that sent chills down your spine, her face was soft and kind. “G- good morning, your majesties, it’s a pleasure to meet you”! You stood from your chair and bowed, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering. “The pleasure is all ours, your father has spoken very highly of you.” The king smiled, he too was dressed in all black, with navy embellishments to his uniform. His black hair was slicked back but you could easily see the slight grey hairs forming from his old age. “This is our son, Yeonjun. He is our only son and the one you have been selected to be betrothed to”. The king motioned as he stepped aside for you to see the same young man you saw in the garden earlier. Your mouth could have dropped the moment you saw him. It took everything within your power to not blush as for the first time, you felt the gaze of a male your age. He was alluring. His lips were the softest pink, plush and beautiful. His hair split in a way that his forehead was shown, said soft black hair highlighting his cheekbones. His uniform was almost identical to his father's, the only exception being he had very few medallions compared to the king. He was a sight to see and for a minute you forgot that this was a man that people rumored to be a future tyrant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you m’lady” Yeonjun spoke as he approached you slowly hand reaching out for yours. You nodded and offered your hand. Softly and as gentle as he could,, Yeonjun pulled your small hand to his lips and pressed them against it. “Y- yes of course. I- ah yes thank you I’m forever grateful” you stumbled out. Since when did you have such trouble speaking to other royals? You wanted to just run away and slam your head into the wall, head back to your kingdom, and pretend none of this ever happened. As much as you wanted to avoid his gaze, you didn’t want to be rude. Nonetheless, you couldn’t get yourself to look away. He had such an interesting aura that made you want to know more. What made things worse is that Yeonjun had the softest smile and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. This was not the prince that everyone spoke ill of, this had to be a different person. He had the intensity of his mother yet the way he spoke to you, even the way he held your hand, made you feel like he was nothing more than a delicate flower. A rose without thorns. “Shall we eat? I have something lovely prepared for us this morning” the queen interrupted, noticing the tension between you and Yeonjun. Ever so gratefully, you nodded as Yeonjun quickly pulled your chair further out for you to sit, causing you to once again feel your face warm up. Maybe the dress you were wearing had too many layers. Surely that had to be it. Breakfast went by quickly, Yeonjun didn’t speak a word as he simply watched you in silence. The king and queen were easy to converse with as they led the conversations. As breakfast came to an end both the king and queen excused themselves as they had matters to attend to, leaving you and Yeonjun alone for the rest of the day. “I’d like to take you for a walk if you’d allow me miss y/n” Yeonjun smiled as he offered his arm to you. This is it, he’s going to take you to a nearby forest and murder you, disposing you of your body. You mentally prepared for the worst as you took his arm, allowing Yeonjun to guide you to wherever location he had in mind. Though you had to admit, he was charming and this persona he was showing you definitely could have you fooled.

To your surprise, Yeonjun had taken you to the castle’s garden. Your eyes widened as you felt a wave of deja vu hit you. This garden reminded you of the one you saw in your dream. It was just as beautiful, white roses were everywhere the eye could catch, there was a fountain in the middle and a marble gazebo sitting not too far off. “This truly is beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like this” you whispered to yourself. “You’re beautiful as well” Yeonjun stated bluntly with a smile.

You turned to him, eyes wide and face turning a soft pink. “I- I beg your pardon? Could you repeat that?” Yeonjun blurted out a laugh in response to your flustered face. “I said you’re beautiful as well. I’m sure you heard me the first time miss y/n”. Why was he being so kind to you? You didn’t appreciate this fake personality he was giving you. Where was the rudeness? The snarky remarks? The selfish persona? Was this really the prince that everyone spoke so lowly of?

“Well.. thank you.. I suppose..ah..” you began, looking away as Yeonjun tilted his head awaiting your full response. “You suppose?” he quirked an eyebrow. “I suppose.. You’re also someone I find beautiful. You- you’re very handsome.” You mumbled, unable to still meet his eyes. Yeonjun chuckled and reached for your chin, pulling it upwards for you to look at him properly. “Why thank you, I know.” You would’ve blushed at the sudden contact but it then hit you.I know? You thought. What an odd response to a compliment. It was slightly… conceited? You blinked in confusion but then reminded yourself that you were speaking to the prince of Oranada. Right. You almost let yourself get fooled into thinking this was a dreamy prince from one of the fairy tales you read as a child. This is no man of your dreams.

Frowning as you pulled away, you huffed and looked towards the gazebo on the other side of the garden. “I should have known you were as narcissistic as they say” you spat, then instantly covering your mouth in shock. You hadn’t realized that you were thinking out loud. You looked over to Yeonjun in fear. Was he going to punish you? Was he going to call off the engagement? Was he upset? Yeonjun blinked and gave you a blank look as if he were still processing what you had just said. “You.. think I'm a narcissist?” he pointed to himself, his eyes growing large like a child getting accused of lying. Guilt began to slowly wash over you. Sure he could’ve been a jerk but what if he was just confident? Did you really have to say that to him? “I- I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad, I just- look! I may already have my thoughts about you based on what I’ve heard. I apologize for what I said but I’m scared okay? The world says the man I just met is crazy and a horrible person! Nobody knew you existed until a decade ago!” You exclaimed as you felt tears welt in your eyes. “I don’t know what you’re really like as a person! How can you expect me to not assume the worst..” you looked at the sky in an attempt to stop your tears from completely falling, the clouds were slowly rolling in. Yeonjun sighed and softly reached for your hand. You looked at him as he let out a weak smile. “Let’s sit over there, I want to show you something.” Not knowing what to say or do, you let him guide you to the gazebo and you both sat down. Your eyes searched around the garden in fear. Was he going to yell at you? “My parents knew the dangers of having me. When my mother was pregnant, rumors about the war were starting and they knew that if anyone found out about me, I would have a target on my head.” Yeonjun spoke softly as he looked down at his fidgeting hands. The personality he was showing you now was different from the confident and flirty one he was portraying earlier.

“My people sort of knew I existed, but no one was allowed to speak of my presence. When the war finally reached our kingdom, my parents had their hands tied, I studied a lot and begged them to allow me to help them. So I was presented to the world, and hardly even a day after an assassination attempt was made on my family and I.” Yeonjun’s voice was stern and quiet, you looked at him and could see he was still fidgeting in his chair. You reached over to place your hand over his and nodded for him to continue. “It was my first day on duty, luckily, I was able to apprehend the traitor myself. It was a spy who had been living amongst the people for a while, waiting for the perfect time to strike. My parents were right, he had caught wind of the king and queen having a son and tried to kill me himself.” Yeonjun sighed shakily and you held his hand tighter.

“I was angry, irrational even, before I could even discuss proper punishment with my parents, I simply sentenced the man to death.” Your eyes widened. Was Yeonjun telling the truth? This whole time everyone assumed the young prince had simply let the power go to his head, but he was just a young boy. “My parents found out after it all happened. After a long discussion, we immediately put the entire kingdom on lockdown. For our safety and most importantly the safety of our citizens. We chose not to explain the situation to anyone for fear that we would just invite more danger in our borders. Since then, we haven’t given much thought to the opinions of others.” He bit his lip and looked into your eyes, searching for understanding.

“Yeonjun.. If I may call you that-” He nodded. “I.. I apologize, sincerely. I realize my actions and words were harsh. If you really are telling the truth- which I assume you are- I just want to say that despite all those rumors, I want to get to know you more. If you’re willing to accept my apology.. I hope you’re willing to start over with me. Allow me to know you for who you really are, not the person that everyone else talks about.” You held his hands to your chest as you spoke, heart beating so intensely that he could feel it. He swallowed and nodded, releasing a weak smile. “Y/n.. although this marriage is already set in stone, I’m simply enamored by the thought of getting to court you.” As Yeonjun looked down at the stone floor beneath him, you could see that through his black strands his face was pure red. “Of course, I’m more than willing to offer you that chance Prince Yeonjun” you replied, and for the first time in a while, you genuinely smiled. Once you both returned inside, Yeonjun excused himself as he had matters to attend to. Thus, for the rest of the day, you were left with paperwork and your own duties as a princess. Just because you were away from home doesn’t mean you didn’t have work to do. So there you were in your room, Yuri currently organizing your clothes and you writing away at your desk. “So, you’re going to allow him to court you then? Willingly?” Yuri looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Yes! And although he won’t be making it to dinner tonight as he has to go into town, he promised he would meet me tonight in the garden” you smiled dreamily as you stretched out your arms. “Well, I’m glad everything turned out at least alright and he’s not insane.” Yuri chuckled as she placed the last pair of socks away. You placed your hands on your cheeks smiling. This was your first date with Yeonjun and you couldn’t be anymore pleased. You found yourself daydreaming of what could happen. Things finally seemed to be looking up for you, and Yeonjun was starting to seem more like the proper storybook prince you had always read about in your childhood story books.

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winterrrnight · 10 months

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make up part II

PAIRING: drew starkey x best friend!gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Drew finally recite your love for each other, all thanks to Cigarettes After Sex.

WARNINGS: little intimate moments between the reader and drew, but of course nothing sexual, drugs, alcohol, small mentions of anxiety + ignore any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is requested by @totalswag, thank you so much for the request lovie, I had so much fun writing this! thank you for also giving me a plot idea on how you would like to see this part progress :)

please like and/or reblog if you like this, feedback is highly appreciated! 🌷

This is part two to make up! So for more context, make sure to read that first :)

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You're sitting next to Drew in the passenger seat as he's driving you both to the party. The tension from before is still lingering around you and is suffocating you. The only sound in the car is from the radio playing unknown music softly in the background.

You lean your head against the window and watch the trees and the houses rush past; your desperate attempt to get your mind off the thick tension. But it doesn't work. You cannot stop thinking about how peaceful Drew looked while you were doing his make up - his eyes closed and soft breathes escaping him - he looked like the epitome of serenity.

And then there was you, with your heart beating so fast you were worried it will just jump out of your chest. You felt your fingers slightly tremble as you brushed your fingertips over his eyelids and cheekbones. It was a miracle how you didn't mess up his look.

While you were doing your own make up look, unbeknownst to you, Drew was watching you intently as you brushed your own face with the similiar blush you used for him. He was in awe; your hands moving so perfectly it almost looked effortless. No doubt he felt the same tension you did, he was able to keep a cool front while really he was going completely crazy on the inside.

Drew takes a quick look at you, your focus completely on the sights outside the window. He wants to say something; anything to kill this tension between you two.

But he doesn't know what to say, he's at a loss of words, just the way you are. Drew tries to find his own distraction by only thinking about the music playing on the radio and keeping his eyes on the road.

Pretty soon, you and him are near your friend's house. She definitely has a big group of friends, so you know there won't be less than atleast 200 people in her house. The neon lights from her house can be seen flashing from the distance, and the bass of the loud music thumps against your eardrums.

You and Drew stand outside her house. There are some people outside in the gardens, with their weed and alcohol to keep them company. The door is wide open, so you both just welcome yourself inside.

With the amount of people you and Drew are trying to navigate your way in, you already start to feel overwhelmed by it all. The heat, the sweaty bodies, the reeking smell of weed all around the room starts to get to you.

Drew knows how nervous you tend to get in places like these. He is quick to grasp your hand in his, intertwining your fingers so you don't lose each other, and to provide you some comfort in this tough situation.

At the sudden skin to skin contact, you tense for a second, but relax almost immediately. His hand, just the right temperature, just the right size, feels so perfect holding yours.

You turn to take a look at Drew, who has a reassuring smile on his face. It's okay, I'm here, is what he's trying to convey to you. I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you.

As you both continue to walk through the big crowds of people with the dim lighting gleaming your make up in the most ethereal way possible, you finally find yourself with all your friend group.

"Heyyy!" Your friend, Amber - who's birthday it is, says as she waltzes over you two. You can already see she has had one too many cups of alcohol. She comes up to you and wraps your arms around you, locking you in a hug. This causes your hand to break apart from Drew's.

You plaster a smile on your face as you pull from the hug. "Happy birthday darling!" You wish her, and Amber just swiftly kisses both your cheeks. She goes to meet Drew and you go ahead and catch up with the rest of the group.

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It's been atleast an hour, and all of you are slumping on the couches with alcohol buzzing your systems. One of your friends, Jasper, goes ahead and fills up all your cups with some vodka but none of you say anything to him.

You found yourself on Drew's lap, yet again. This time, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. With the alcohol spreading in you like a plague and blurring all your thoughts and emotions, you lean into his body, his chin resting on your shoulder and his breathes softly fanning your neck.

One of your friends - Avery - suddenly gets up from her seat and downs all the contents of her cup. "Let's go dance!" She yells over the loud music. You look over to the dance floor to see people swaying to the beat.

With the same enthusiasm as Avery all your friends decide to head to the dance floor. You start to get up from Drew's lap but he pulls you back in.

"Where you going?" He mumbles in your ear. You turn your head around to look at him; your faces so close just the same they were in the evening, and your want to kiss him comes back, more strong and more powerful than the last time.

"To dance, you wanna come?" You whisper back, your eyes closed as you softly nudge his nose with yours.

"Nah I'm all good. You go," He says, despite his heart only wanting you to stay with him. With all the willpower in him, Drew lets go of you and you get off his lap. The sudden loss of warmth encased you in a coldness - which doesn't feel so good.

Nevertheless, you catch up with your friends and all of you head on the dance floor, your cups in your hand as you find your bodies moving to the melody of the song playing, the beat setting you free.

Some other guys along with Drew were still at their places in the couch, as they talked about some random topics.

"Did you catch the game last night Drew? It was so worth watching," One of his mates, River says. But Drew doesn't listen to him; he's way too busy looking at you across the room dancing so carelessly with your friends, the brightest smile gracing your lips as you scream the lyrics.

"Drew? Drew?" River says, concerned as he shakes his shoulder. Drew suddenly snaps out of his daze and directs his attention to River.

"Yeah man?" He asks, a quizzical look on his face.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if you watched the game last night," River asks, sipping on his drink.

"Oh uh, no I didn't, I was uh... a little busy," he clears his throat and directs his eyesight back to the dance floor, trying to find you.

Jasper sighs at this sight. "Why don't you just go and confess? You have fallen so hard man,"

"Oh you know I can't do that Jas, I don't think my feelings are reciprocated I mean..." Drew sighs. At this point, the feelings Drew has for you are overflowing in him. One little flick of the switch and they'll start bleeding out non stop.

"Take this," Jasper offers Drew a cup with one his unknown concoctions in it.

"What's that?" Drew asks, eyeing the cup in his hand but not taking it.

"Liquid luck," Jasper nudges the cup closer to him. "Come on, take it man! No one needs it more than you."

Drew looks at the cup and then at Jasper, who is determined to make him drink it all. "Fuck it," he mumbles as he takes the cup and downs the entire drink in a single go. Grimacing at the bitter taste, Drew gets up from his seat and starts to make his way to you.

He squeezes in through the sweaty crowd of people until he finally stumbles upon the group of familiar people. Your back is towards him as you're dancing around with Amber. Drew takes in a deep breathe and walks up to you. You unknowingly take a step back and crash into him.

You turn around to see Drew, which causes the biggest grin to grace your face. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, his arms instantly latching onto your waist.

The song in the background suddenly changes from an EDM one to 'Sweet' by Cigarettes After Sex. The mood of the dance floor changes immediately, and you and Drew find yourself dancing slowly to the melody of the slow song.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

Your eyes are lost in his, as the only thing you can think about his him. He's always been there for you, he's always been so in love with you, he cannot imagine himself with anyone else except you. You lean in your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you feel the music in you and Drew's scent completely encasing you.

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair, it's so sweet

The gentle instrumental plays in the background and you and Drew feel like you're the only ones on this planet. You're his, forever and ever.

"Drew?" You whisper, and he just hums in response. You open your eyes and lean your head back. Your gaze falls onto his lips, so soft and so sweet, just waiting to feel yours against them.

And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you

You lean in so painfully slow, but finally, your lips meet his halfway and you feel little euphoric firecrackers set off in your stomach. His lips, tasting like honey and berries as you crave the taste more and more with each second. You're melting under his touch, and he only holds you closer, impossibly closer, as his lips trace yours, your lips feeling like the most delicate flower softly brushing their petals against him.

You pull back, and lean your head against your chest, a content smile on your face.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

This is it. You finally have what you have always wanted.

Him.

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Ethereal blue irises...

So I got an inquiry from one person (warm regards if you're reading this, let me know if you like it) about whether I'll be writing stories and headcanons at some point in the future, because as Ithaqua simp there's nothing left to read. So that's about it and here it is. It may not be the idea originally intended, but it's there!

This is my first story I'm publishing, so it can be quite chaotic, however, there has to be that first time sometime!

Enjoy your reading! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Tw: none Ship: Ithaqua x Reader (female)

IMPORTANT I am very sorry if the text contains errors but as I said English is not my native language, so the text is translated by a translator. However, I try to check to the best of my ability that the text is coherent.

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Everyone knew that matches with the Night Watch were tough because of his aggressive attitude and lack of mercy. He was cunning, quick and clever. He thought ahead, knowing almost the next move of his prey. You have often played with him before, and you have usually managed to escape. Is this a coincidence? Or did the hunter himself not want to kill you? This is most likely known to Ithaqua himself.

Another match, but this time on Leo's Memory map. You didn't like this map. Your clothing was not suited to the cold of this map. In addition, that often the other survivors liked to throw snowballs by surprise, which ended up with snow under your collar and jaws of teeth.

. . .

You ran over to the machine, which you began to decode. Your slightly reddened fingers hit the metal buttons of the machine, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Along with you in the match were Vera, Fiona and Frederick. The match itself promised to be a good one, and fortunately, you were not the first target of the hunter, which turned out to be Ithaqua. Vera managed to hold off the Nightwatchman long enough for 2 of the 5 machines to be done, at which point she fell.

You saw from a distance how she was aggressively planted in a chair by Ithaqua. You didn't like watching this, particularly because you managed to get to know at least a little bit of Ithaqua himself, who doesn't seem to be, the monster he thinks he is. You saw in him a lost man with a tragic past. You managed to exchange a few sentences in the garden when he had no way of escaping from your person, but now was not the time to reflect on what kind of man Ithaqua really is. What mattered now was the match and bringing about a win or at least a draw.

You were about to run to midfield, but you were forestalled by Fiona, so you turned back to the machine, which was already half done. In the back of your mind, you asked for the match to end quickly and with a victory for you-survivors.

. . .

The match was slow-going, but by this time, the balance of victory had tipped in favor of the hunter. The last machine remained, but you were injured after protecting Frederick’s giving with your body. He tried to hold Ithaqua as long as he could so that you would have time to make the last machine, but you did not make it, and Frederick was put down and thus sent back to the mansion.

You were left alone, injured and with no idea where the dungeon was, which was the only sensible solution. With caution, you began to traverse the map, asking the heavens not to meet Ithaqua, who would probably show you no mercy, because a game is a game.... And you had no hope that he would become kind to you and let you escape the dungeon.

You finally found the dungeon, and your eyes flashed slightly, but very quickly your face grinned when you noticed Ithaqua standing by it, who was now playing with his lantern by lightly hitting it with his metal claws against the glass of his lantern, which gave off a soft, warm yellow glow.

Instantly, your heart went up to your throat as you took a quick step backwards and dove behind the wall, causing the snow beneath your feet to crunch, making a sound loud enough for the hunter to hear.

"Mmm? I know you're here...". Which made you hold your breath and cover your mouth with your hand because your heart was beating very fast, so in a moment of not thinking much, you took off running ahead, showing your position to the hunter, whose face showed a sly smile that was hidden under his mask.

"Silly girl... Do you think you can escape me?". The excitement of the possibility of another 'hunt' was palpable in his words. You didn't look back but ran ahead, jumping over windows and pallets, but at one point you felt an unpleasant cold sensation that surrounded you and then suddenly pulled you back so that you hit your back against the hunter's stomach, letting out a shuddering breath. You felt fear paralyze your body as the bloody, ice axe blade dropped in front of you. It would only take one move on the part of the Night Watch to send you to your knees by painfully cutting your legs.

"Mmm?" You heard a quiet, confused murmur from the man behind you. "It's not an everyday sight for my prey to stand still...". You didn't know what the hunter behind you was doing now. You only heard the typical sound of clothing materials rubbing against each other, which let you know of the hunter's movement behind you.

You held your breath as you felt a hand come down on your shoulder and then tighten, forcing you to turn to face the hunter, whose ethereal blue irises bore into you as if trying to devour you, which only made your body tremble and goosebumps appear on your back.

"Why aren't you running away?" He hovered suddenly, causing you to reflexively take a step backwards in fear, forgetting the wait that was the cause of your fall and hissing in pain through the cut. You raised your gaze quickly back to the hunter, who was staring impassively at your figure with his head slightly tilted. You tried to get anything out of yourself, but no words were able to squeeze through your throat, clenched with fear, only quiet pouting and shuddering breath finding an outlet.

"Hmm... Killing you will no longer give me any pleasure.... What's the pleasure in killing an unmoved animal...?". The man's voice seemed resigned when, with a sudden quick movement, he grabbed your hand and pulled, making him hold you over his shoulder flipped like a sack of potatoes. You knew he must have been strong.... after all, he was wielding an axe with one hand.... but you didn't think a seemingly frail man could carry another person on his shoulder. Although? Your body was small and light as a feather, even to other survivors.

"W-Where are you taking me...? W-What do you want to do with me? Why don't you just kill me...?". You rattled off many questions to the man, but he answered none of them, so being resigned, you didn't speak but stared at the ground, hoping for a miracle that the Night Watch didn't want to play with his prey like a cat with food, but your eyes opened wider when the noise of the dungeon reached those ears. You rose slightly, supporting yourself with the hands you placed on the hunter's shoulder blade. "W-What...? Wh-Why...? W-.. Waait!". You shouted as you suddenly felt yourself falling into the black abyss, and all you could see before the blackness filled your field of vision were the hunter's ethereally blue irises and that slight... sincere smile...?

"Why did he do that...?" The question echoed in your head as you closed your eyes, only to suddenly catch your breath and open your eyes wide as you now lay on your soft bed, staring at the ceiling, analyzing the entire match and the hunter's behavior.

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fionajames · 3 months

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ethereal pt. II

A/N: Hey, guys! This part two of ethereal pt. I!!! So sorry for not posting as much, tests are running me over like a train rn. Enjoy!!! Send requests!!!!

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Previously on ‘Ethereal’..... “Can we please go now?” Rex asked, itching to get out of the garden. He glanced back at the house, staring at the candle’s flickering in the windows. He was holding Ahsoka close to his chest, worry evident on his face as she nodded eagerly.

“I suppose we should,” Obi-Wan agreed, brow furrowed. “But I am confused. How and why are the statues of us in this garden?” They all murmured their agreement, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but to no avail.

“Because,” a gentle, silky voice called from behind them and the five turned to see a young woman - around Anakin’s age - with stormy grey eyes, long wavy golden hair and tan skin, dressed in a strange white toga. “We’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

Now on ‘Ethereal’.....

Anakin had his lightsaber in his hand instantly, the blue glow scattering over his body like water. He grit his teeth and stretched his other arm out to protect the others. Ahsoka had her two lightsabers in his hands as she stood in front of Rex and Cody, all three of them covered in the green glow. Obi-Wan stood by Anakin’s side, hilt in hand but unactivated. Yet, he was covered in the glow of Anakin’s lightsaber.

“Pardon me, who are you?” Obi-Wan asked, stepping slightly ahead of Anakin, sending a wave of calm through their bond. The young woman smiled lightly, taking a step closer.

All three Jedi thought of Mortis. Although Ahsoka and Anakin couldn’t remember the times when they were under the influence of the Son, they all remembered the planet. This planet had a sickening familiarity to it.

“My name is Kamari,” she replied, and her name floated through the air like a hypnotising song. It was mesmerising, and so was the girl. She looked, frankly, like some kind of Goddess. Now, as Ahsoka looked closer, she could see that the girl’s eyes weren’t grey. In fact, they were silver. A whitish silver, like full moons were trapped in her eyes.

“Alright, Kamari,” Obi-Wan responded, his brow furrowing. “Where are we, what’s going on, and what do you mean by ‘we’ve been awaiting your arrival’?” Kamari smiled, as though he were an oblivious child who didn’t know anything.

“That,” Kamari began, her smile as eerie as the house. But it was also warm, just like the house. “Is something you must discover.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when a roar split through the air. It was loud, deep and fierce, and so was the creature. The creature burst through the forest and Cody cried out upon seeing it.

The creature was at least three metres tall, with a muscular body, four paws, a long tail with a bushy tip, and white fur with long gold stripes. It had six ears that were short and curved, and it had six eyes that were a magnificent glowing blue. The creature had three heads, each identical with two eyes, two ears, a muzzle with a pink nose and gold antlers.

It leaped to stand next to Kamari, the middle head bumping against her gently. The five soldiers gasped and shuffled closer to each other, Ahsoka shuffling forward. She’d had her fair share with animals and creatures as such.

“Mahnoor,” Kamari breathed out, reaching up to stroke the nose bridge of the creature. The huge animal let out a content purr, all six eyes closing. “Have no fear, my friends, this is Mahnoor. She is an Ophelia.”

“An Ophelia?” Ahsoka asked, taking a step forward, curiosity grasping her. She was reminded of the creatures of her home world.

“Yes, they are unfortunately on the verge of extinction, Mahnoor is one of the last of her kind,” the young woman murmured, a sad smile on her face as she scratched behind one of Mahnoor’s ears. She played with the tufts of white fur. “Just like us.”

“‘Us’?” Anakin called, glancing at his Padawan worriedly. He didn’t like how she was now in line with him, too close to the stranger. “As in my friends and I, or you and others?”

Kamari looked up to the sky, a wistful expression adorning her features. “All of us.” The words fell from her lips in a murmur, mystical and floating in the air.

The group exchanged glances before Rex spoke up. “Who lives in the house?” He asked, unnerved by what she had said. Everything about Kamari was freaking him out. The smile previously lit on Kamari’s face faded and the usual warmth seeping from her turned sharply cold. “No one has lived there for many years,” she replied, gritting her teeth.

Ahsoka shivered at the sudden iciness of the previously calm woman, her eyes darting to Mahnoor instead. She flinched slightly when she noticed the Ophelia’s six bright blue eyes already on her. Studying her.

Instead of fear, curiosity sparked in her stomach. It flowed through her veins like blood and she crept forward, reaching her hand up.

Rex placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull her back, but she shrugged him off effortlessly. She took a step forward and gazed up at the Ophelia. Now, she couldn’t be more than a few centimetres from touching its neck.

To her surprise, Mahnoor bent down and brushed its centre head’s nose bridge against Ahsoka’s palm. She let out a sigh as she scratched the creature with a content smile, a sense of bliss settling over her.

A gasp interrupted her solace and she opened her eyes, taking in the shocked expressions of her friends. That’s when Ahsoka noticed it herself.

Safe green sparks flitted around her form, bathing her in a beautiful light green glow. They looked like tiny snowflakes or fireflies as they circled her. Instinctively, Ahsoka reached a hand up to touch one of the little wisps. It floated around her fingers, hundreds swirling around her hand.

“What?” Cody breathed out.

Anakin dashed forwards, swatting at the wisps with confusion. They darted from his grasp like he was poison, avoiding him and wrapping themselves around Ahsoka.

“What is this?” Anakin snarled, turning to Kamari. Ahsoka continued to pet Mahnoor, a content smile adorning her features. Kamari smiled sympathetically at Anakin, but the sympathy looked more like passive aggressive pity to the brunette.

“They are Ahsoka,” Kamari told him, giving Ahsoka a relaxed grin.

Rex murmured, “We never told you our names.” He said it so quietly no one else noticed.

Kamari reached over to Ahsoka and lightly touched her shoulder. Instantly, the same wisps - but golden instead of sage green - floated around her. The girl smiled as she moved hands to create what looked like a twig made of the wisps.

“Rex,” she spoke up and he flinched. She beckoned him over and he hesitated, but then glanced at Ahsoka and moved to Kamari. If Ahsoka was in danger, he needed to know.

Kamari placed her hand on his shoulder and blue wisps danced around Rex. He gazed in awe at them.

Kamari then did the same to Cody - who’s wisps were yellow - and Obi-Wan - who’s wisps were cyan. But as she moved to rest her hand on Anakin’s shoulder, he jerked away.

“What have you done to them?” He growled. A light, melodic laugh spilled from Kamari’s lips like cotton candy; featherlight and sweet.

“I am helping you,” she whispered. “I am explaining.”

Before Anakin could protect, she brushed his shoulder and his own beautiful red wisps danced around him.

Anakin tried desperately to brush them away, but they always returned. They never touched him, but were always close.

As the group were mesmerised with the wisps, the bushes to their left shuffled. Even caught up in wonder, they noticed the movement and turned.

That’s when a figure emerged from the bushes.

“Hello, brother,” Kamari called to him.

“Hello, sister.”

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flurrys-creativity · 7 months

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bponding

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x OC!Miyun; Genre: mermaid au, fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Wordcount: 784; Warnings: none

Synopsis: Koi fish Wooyoung and his caretaker are bonding.

A/N: This is for the lovely @daemour !

Miyun glided over the wooden path along the Eternal ponds. The wind carefully brushed around her figure, letting her gown flutter as well as the leaves around her. The sun peeked through the colourful leaves, letting small rays dance over the ground.

Despite the beauty of the Everlasting garden surrounding Miyun, her eyes were fixed on the lowered wooden platform ahead of her. It was the feeding spot for the koi fishes. While feeding the koi fishes, was one of her many duties within the gardens, it wasn't the reason she walked up to the spot right now.

With Miyun's dedication and love for the creatures residing in the gardens and ponds, she actually witnessed a miracle happening in front of her eyes.

One of the koi fishes evolved to become half human - able to communicate and show emotional as well as intellectual traits of a higher being.

"You're late", he whined the minute he noticed Miyun coming to him, his upper body resting on the wooden surface. Wooyoung had his arms crossed and his face placed on them, using them like a pillow.

She rolled her eyes without a hint of actual annoyance and lowered herself on the platform, sitting down gracefully next to Wooyoung. Miyun’s gaze wandered over his naked back and down to his colourful fish tail. The tail still possessed all the colours it had when he was nothing but a regular koi fish. The vibrant orange contrasted the sparkling black and white parts, making Wooyoung the most ethereal being within this realm.

When her gaze wandered back to his face, she noticed him biting down on his lower lip. He tried to play it cool but Miyun knew how much he loved the attention. She also knew he relished in all the extra attention he received for being the miracle he was.

“I haven’t been gone for longer than half an hour”, she told him softly, placing her hands in her lap. While Miyun had to leave for her other duties every now and then she definitely enjoyed being next to the whining koi fish the most.

“It felt like forever”, Wooyoung insisted as he rolled on his back and closer to Miyun. He locked his hands behind his head, proudly presenting his smooth chest to her. With the sun glistening over his skin, Wooyoung knew the translucent pattern from his tail would be visible on his skin as well - effectively grabbing her attention.

As subtle as Wooyoung tried to be, Miyun caught up to his play. The hint of a smirk became visible on her face when she leaned forward and placed her hands on the wooden surface right next to Wooyoung’s head. She looked down at him, seeing the excited twinkle swirling inside his eyes. “Forever is an awful long time.”

Wooyoung nodded hecticly to agree with your statement. He grinned proudly, still thinking his play was moving along perfectly.

“You must have felt so, so lonely”, Miyun said with a slight pity in her voice. She barely contained her laughter when she saw Wooyoung nod again, trying to make an absolutely miserable expression. He definitely had to work on his puppy face.

“Is there any way to make it all better again?” Miyun raised one eyebrow, silently daring Wooyoung to say what he wanted from her. She heard his tail splash some water around, indicating the excitement he felt.

“Oh, I don’t know”, Wooyoung stalled as his gaze seemingly wandered around. “It’s really been hard. I’m not sure you’d even know of a remedy for that.” He moved one of hands from under his head, tapping his lower lip in thought with his index finger. Wooyoung’s eyes then landed on Miyun’s face again, grinning almost triumphantly. “You’re my caretaker. You should know what to do in such a case.”

Miyun scoffed playfully as she pursed her lips in thought, drawing the koi’s attention to them. He unconsciously licked his own lips before his gaze moved back to her eyes.

“I think I know exactly what I have to do”, she murmured, her voice only audible to Wooyoung thanks to the close proximity. Miyun lowered her upper body ever so slowly, relishing in the fact his breath hitched and he closed his eyes. “I couldn’t let my favourite miracle suffer.”

Instead of the kiss Wooyoung expected, Miyun rubbed her nose against his. Confused, Wooyoung opened his eyes again. He was about to protest, when he heard her small giggles as she returned into her seated position from before.

Wooyoung might haven’t gotten the kiss he wanted so bad, but hearing Miyun being so carefree around him was already more than enough for him. At least for now.

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fenharel-enaste · 7 months

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Bluster || Galadriel x Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word count: 3,3k

Summary: You make your move to visit Galadriel in her chambers and let her teach you some humility... but you're determined not to make it easy for her.

Content: Explicit sexual content, light dom/sub undertones, switch!Galadriel, switch!reader, oral sex, vaginal fingering, scissoring, body fluids, reader is still a brat.

Notes: I know, I know... this part is written in past tense while the first one was written in present tense. It's been a year and my style's changed. I liked it better in a past tense, so that's why I decided to keep it as it is, being just a two chapter fic.

Part 1

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You stood at the door to Galadriel's chambers. You felt determined on your way there, but you hesitated now you were about to knock on her door.

Not long before, while you tried to relax in your bathtub after the exhausting training, your mind kept replaying the words she said to you that morning. It felt like a distant memory now.

You should come see me later...

Did she mean what she said? Your heart raced at the memory and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. Perhaps it was a mistake to show up there, but you simply couldn't forget the touch of her body pressed against yours and the warm caress of her tongue. It made your head spin just thinking about it. You took a deep breath before knocking on her door. It was done.

You heard her voice inviting you to come in and you found lady Galadriel lying on a beautiful white chaise lounge by a large open window. The balcony seemed to overlook a garden, as the breeze blowing in brought a sweet scent of flowers that permeated the chamber. She was observing you over the top of her book, not looking surprised in the slightest by your presence there.

“I was wondering if that pride of yours would allow you to come,” she said, placing her book on the chaise. She walked up to you, never looking away - she never looked away when addressing someone. She radiated confidence, even some smugness perhaps. She was wearing a long white robe embroidered with fine gold details, which she trailed loosely behind her bare feet. It was graceful whilst comfortable and its delicate appearance contrasted with the looks of the panoply holding the training clothes she had worn earlier, as well as with her sword leaning against the wall. She looked almost ethereal.

"But good soldiers never waste an opportunity to learn, as I can see," she grinned, standing inches from you. You could kiss her right there again. And by the Valar if you wanted to. Her hair looked slightly wet, and a delicious fragrance from the oils she had used in her bath emanated from her. You met her questioning eyes and cleared your throat when you realised she was awaiting for an answer. You wanted to say something witty, as you always do to hide your nervousness, but all that bluster vanished the moment she placed her lips on yours on the training ground. Since that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else but pleasing her.

“They don’t, indeed, lady Galadriel,” you responded in a trembling voice, struggling not to take your eyes from her intense gaze.

“Good.” She paused as she studied you. “Take off your clothes, love.”

What? You could see in her eyes she was being serious, so you complied, feeling once again a heat between your legs. She wasn't even touching you, but you could almost feel her gaze like hands caressing every spot she laid it on. You raised a hand towards her cheek, but she stopped you before you could touch it. She didn't grab your hand, she just pushed it away gently with a smirk on her face. However, she did bring her other hand to your cheek, stroking it down to your chin. Her eyes lingered on your lips, it wasn't an accidental fleeting glance, she knew exactly what she was doing. Your heart pounded in your chest, begging for her to stop playing and just kiss you.

You were barely aware that she was pushing you backwards, slowly guiding you to her bed until you felt a final push. Your back bounced against the mattress.

“If you wish to touch me, you must first learn to stop being so impulsive... and only observe.”

You watched in awe as her garments fell down her skin, revealing her breathtaking body. All of it. You looked away, she was too beautiful, too intimidating, not to mention she was your commander. You shouldn't be looking at her like that. But you had to when she climbed onto the bed, placing one leg on either side of your hips, straddling you just like she did during the training. You felt your heart pounding and a burning sensation run through your body.

She leaned over you and brushed her tongue over your lips, softly and slowly. You instinctively opened your mouth to do the same, but Galadriel took the moment to slip her tongue into you, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You brought your hands to her waist, but she pulled them away, holding them on either side of your head.

"I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me and there will be no need to restrain you." It was both a praise and a warning. You nodded your head in obedience, her intoxicating scent keeping you from thinking clearly, to talk back as you wanted. You just kept your arms where you were told, as you welcomed her warm tongue back into your mouth. She tasted deliciously, and she was kissing you very, very slowly, leaving you breathless. You bucked your hips, begging for some friction against her. Galadriel parted her lips from you to give you a warning look. It wasn't harsh, but somewhat mischievous. She loved how desperate you were for her.

She lowered her hips and you felt a wet warmth on your belly, just below your navel. You gasped at the contact and struggled to keep still as she rubbed her clit against you, making you grip the pillow with your hands. Her mouth reached your jaw and left a trail of kisses and nibbles down to your neck, moaning with lust as she did it. Her body moved over you, her breasts pressing tightly against yours. She was so soft, the sounds she was making made your head spin. You felt your thighs slippery from your own fluids gathered between them. And you didn't even have the option of relieving yourself.

After a few minutes, Galadriel straightened up and pulled away from you, now sitting on your belly. She kept rolling her hips with her eyes closed, letting her instinct guide her movements. You dared to look at her body more closely now, she looked so fucking perfect, and you were so frustrated at not being allowed to caress it with your hands. The whimpers and gasps leaving her lips didn't ease that frustration, and the feeling of being used like that made it almost unbearable.

When she reached her climax, her brow was furrowed and loud moans came from her open lips as her mound rubbed even harder and faster against you, leaving a wet, hot spot on your belly. You could almost feel yourself cumming with her, your fists clenched even tighter on the pillow under your head as you cried out from a pleasure you could only feel in your mind.

When she opened her eyes. She smiled down at you.

“I knew I could teach you some discipline.” She held your hands and brought them to her body, placing them on her sweating, flushed skin. “And I always reward good, disciplined soldiers.”

Galadriel allowed you to explore her body, her smooth skin under your hands. You reached them up to her breasts to caress her now hard nipples and marvelled at the way she sighed under your touch. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours once again. This time, it was you the first to slip your tongue into her mouth, you were feeling too eager now. But she was soon back in control, biting your lower lip and making you groan when she pressed one of her thighs against the wetness between your legs. Your hips bucked uncontrollably against her leg, your hands clutching at Galadriel’s body to pull her closer to you.

You whined when she broke the kiss, but you understood her intentions when her mouth travelled down your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, her long hair tickling your heated skin as she placed wet kisses across your belly until she stopped before your soaking cunt.

She teased you with her tongue, brushing it along the sides of your folds and around your clit, but never touching it.

“Please...” you breathed out, you knew she could see how wet and needy you were, she was toying with you. And you could tell she was enjoying it by her satisfied chuckle.

“You look so pretty when you beg, pretty thing,” she praised you, sending her warm breath directly onto your cunt.

“Please, my lady... ah!” You shivered at the touch of her tongue against you. She flicked it gently once until she reached your clit, then a second time, pausing to suck on it. Her mouth worked slowly at first, patiently, showing skill. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, that was for sure. Gradually, she increased the intensity, making circling movements with her tongue as she pushed two fingers into your drenched entrance. Your legs opened wider involuntarily and you rocked your hips, following her pace. You didn't even remember the moment you tangled her locks in your hand, pressing her mouth against you, her skilled tongue and fingers sending spasms through every fibre of your body, wave after wave, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Tears were building up in your eyes when you rolled them back in pleasure, arching your back as you rode your mind-shattering orgasm. You bucked your hips, begging for more of that feeling, and Galadriel complied and complied until she felt your body relax and your cries and pleas slowly vanished.

You saw her looking at you with that satisfied smile when you finally opened your eyes, as if mocking your failure to maintain your composure in her presence. You needed, and were determined, to break her. As soon as she moved back on top of you to kiss you, you rolled your body over, pushing her down to pin her underneath you.

“Is it insubordination what I see?” Galadriel asked with a defiant gaze, challenging you.

“Will you stop me, commander?” you teased on her lips before kissing them, tasting yourself on her mouth as you explored her body. You mapped every inch of her with your hands, her face, her neck, her arms, her bucking hips, until you found her soft breasts. You felt her breath hitching in your mouth when you pinched one of her nipples, and you squeezed and pinched once again. You moved lower and lower until your mouth found her breasts and the caresses of your hands were replaced by the warmth of your tongue, which you ran only once over her hardened nipples, teasing her and studying every reaction.

Just with that you felt her hips bucking up and her legs trying to close at your sides, seeking that friction once again. The thought of that beautiful woman being so needy for you —even if she’d never admit it out loud— made you feel more powerful than you had expected, and that proud smile Galadriel had tried to wipe off your face reappeared as you heard her whimpers, wordlessly imploring you to take her.

So you obliged and met her nipples again, this time taking them into your mouth and sucking them, flicking your tongue on them as your hand travelled lower until you reached the wetness between her legs. You played with her clit for a while and teased her entrance with your middle finger, always pulling back just before sliding them in. And you repeated the process, over and over again while you looked at her from her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed heavily as her fist gripped tightly to the pillow at her side.

“By Eru, just fuck me already...” There it was. You almost had her.

“Hm, I don’t know commander, that doesn’t sound very convincing,” you teased, eliciting a frustrated groan out of her.

You kept playing with her folds, giving her hope once again, and again retiring your fingers before giving her what she wanted. After a while, she finally broke, looking at you with pleading, glassy eyes.

“Please...”

“I’m sorry, my lady, I think you said something?”

“Please... please, I need you to fuck me, I... I beg you...” With a proud smirk on your face, you decided to show mercy on her and grant her wish. You slid a finger into her drenched entrance, feeling her walls tighten around it for a moment, so eager to be filled. So, after a few tentative strokes, she welcomed a second finger with ridiculous ease.

“Oh fuck...” Galadriel gasped the moment you found that spot that so desperately longed to be touched on that day. You took it slow, reading her every reaction, seeking ways to give her greater pleasure, to hear more of those little moans, to see how far you could take her. And while your actions had a selfish purpose, to feed your pride, to show you weren't all talk, deep down you desired nothing more than to please her, to be the obliging soldier under her command, that you could give her whatever she wished for from you. In the battlefield. In bed. In every way.

Soon you were arching your fingers over and over again against her bundle of nerves. Galadriel bucked her hips, demanding more, practically fucking herself with your hand, accompanying the wet sounds that filled the room with her increasingly frequent cries. Seeing Galadriel in such a state was an obscene sight, and yet absolutely mesmerizing. She looked so beautiful in a way that made you crave for her even more than before.

With your fingers still working inside her, you used your thumb to play with her clit. Then you placed the palm of your free hand right on her belly and pressed gently, letting her feel your fingers even more intensely on her sweet spot. As soon as you did this, you felt her body tremble under your hands and her walls clench around your fingers, now working much rapidly. At least, that was what you felt, since your eyes were locked on her face, on how her eyes rolled just before shutting tightly when she reached her high once more. On how her hands searched frantically for something to hold onto as the most beautiful cries filled your ears.

You allowed her to enjoy that moment of bliss while the last waves of pleasure slowly weakened. You lowered your head to her belly to leave soft kisses on it and massaged her thighs, feeling her breathing return to calm. It wasn't until Galadriel sat up in bed to kiss your lips so thirstily that you became aware of your renewed arousal, feeling your clit throbbing with each caress of her tongue.

“Don’t you think this is over, pretty thing,” she breathed against your lips. She lifted your leg to make room and position herself so her legs were intertwined with yours. Your lustful eyes locked on hers, your heart racing in anticipation, and she pushed you down onto the mattress. She then lowered her body and grinned in amusement when you gasped at the feeling of your clit being coated with her own wetness. She teased you a few times, pulling away every time you bucked your hips towards her, but she finally complied when you grabbed her to bring her closer to you.

You moved together gently at first, searching for the perfect rhythm, the perfect roll of hips. You marvelled at how warm and soft her pussy felt next to yours, and by the way Galadriel quickened her pace, eyes locked right where your bodies met, you suspected she didn't think much differently than you. It wasn’t long before the room was filled again with moans, whimpers and the squeeky sound of the mattress beneath your bodies moving in sync, rubbing against each other harder and faster now, pursuing your own pleasure.

You lifted yourself off the bed almost instinctively and crushed your lips against hers in a heated kiss, a kiss she reciprocated eagerly, her hands running all over your skin. Her mouth moved hungrily to your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of nibbles that sent a shiver down your body to join the building pleasure between your legs.

“My lady, I’m... keep going, please...” You were so close you didn’t think you could control your movements at this point, but Galadriel held you close, placing her hand on the small of your back and guiding you through your shared rhythm. The built up pressure in your core was released when your orgasm ripped through your body, making you arch your back. Galadriel’s praising words echoed in your ears as you uncontrollably rode her pussy.

The rock of your hips slowed down as you came down your high, your clit starting to feel overstimulated by the friction against Galadriel's flesh, so you briefly parted the space between your bodies. But she didn't let go of your hips, instead, she held you in place, in a silent command for you to keep going. Her firm grip intended to show control over you, but her dilated pupils and flushed face revealed that it was merely a facade to hide how close she was to cumming, how desperate she was for you to give her her release. You smiled internally, agreeing to play along, and rubbed yourself against her even harder than before, eager to break her once again.

Just a few seconds later, you felt her thighs trembling against yours, her hands tightly gripping your arms for balance as she kept thrusting against you, her orgasm driving her own hips, and you almost thought you could cum right there again at the sight of your commander using your body to pleasure herself, letting out those cries just for you. In fact, barely had her whimpering ceased when the pressure in your belly became unbearable again.

You lost count of the times you had made each other cum that way, and stopping didn't seem an option for either of you at any time, nor was it something either of you wanted. You exchanged longing glances, caresses, kisses and nibbles for possibly hours, while your pussies, now covered by your shared fluids, slid on each other with ease, causing wet, lewd sounds that only hastened your orgasms.

Finally, you fell exhausted on the bed once your bodies collapsed. You held each other close, catching your breath, staring out across the balcony as the dying daylight give way to a starlit sky. But as beautiful as these stars were, you were caught by Galadriel as, instead, you observed with an amused smile at her rosy cheeks and her body covered in the little love marks you had left on it, reminding you of the moans and pleas you had managed to get out of the commander.

Galadriel chuckles at your foolish expression. "What's that smile on your face, soldier?" she asks mockingly.

“I was thinking that...” you brushed the small marks on her skin with your fingertips. “You looked so pretty when you begged before... perhaps it is you who has learned a lesson in humility today after all, my lady..." Galadriel's eyes widened in disbelief.

“I believe it was quite the opposite, darling,” she turned to face you and gently run her fingers over your swollen lips. "I do remember some pretty pleads coming out of these lips," she purred before capturing them with her own.

“Well, commander, allow me to disagree," you replied with defiant eyes. It was the same flirting from that morning in the courtyard repeating itself. And you both knew where that led.

“Alright, pretty thing... we still have the night ahead, we have plenty of time to see who’s right,” Galadriel whispered seductively against your lips before kissing them once again.

Certainly, if that was to be her way of disciplining you from now on, you were going to make sure that lesson was hard to teach.

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Shiverpeaks Sylvari Personal Story Chapter 1: Descending the Boughs

Since the Shiverpeaks sylvari do not experience the Dream, after character creation your sylvari comes into an ethereal space, the World before Awakening. This is where your sylvari meets the four Spirits of Nature and learns about their Season, and can choose a Spirit of Nature to be more closely aligned with (and in turn get a personal story to start following).

Dialogue after CC: PC: I am sylvari. I hail from the Shiverpeaks, and the Pinefather. The first of our family descended from his boughs twenty-five years back and began to explore the world with the guidance of the Spirits of Nature. With their wisdom, we have been able to learn, grow, and find our place in this world. We are nurturers. We give back what we take. We leave places better than we found them. PC: I sense the Spirits of Nature reaching out to me. They say that it is time to leave Pinefather's branches, that my season is now. (If your sylvari chooses to align with the Spirit of Earth, Follow the Roots) PC: Earth tells me that there is trouble underground, an evil that may endanger Pinefather if not addressed. A creature called "dredge" have come here to search for resources. I must see if I and some of my elder siblings can convince them to leave, without resorting to aggressive tactics... but if we must fight to defend our family, we will. (If your sylvari chooses to align with the Spirit of Rain, Drink Deep) PC: Rain tells me that a spring we use nearby has been poisoned by a group called the Sons of Svanir. I have no knowledge of who Svanir is, but I fear his sons are dishonoring him by causing our family harm. I will go investigate and see if I can remove the poison, and prevent them from doing this again. (If your sylvari chooses to align with the Spirit of Sun, Food for Thought) PC: Sun tells me that a pineshade is trampling our gardens. What is a pineshade? Perhaps it is a relative of Pinefather. I will have to ask him some time. For now, I must see to the protection of our hard work, so we will have enough to eat. I should speak to Emlyn, the head gardener, once I have awoken and am ready. They will be able to give me more information about the damage done, and how best to take on this creature. (If your sylvari choose to align with the Spirit of Wind, Send Me a Song) PC: Wind tells me that there are something called "ice imps" keeping the first Summerborn, Taranis, from being able to perform a play he has written for us. I'm sure Taranis has worked very hard on this, and will be very upset if he is unable to share this gift with our family! I will find out what an ice imp is, and I will make them go away, so Taranis's show can go on! Cinematic following after initial CC animation: Pinefather: (character name), your season has come. Have you spoken with the Spirits of Nature yet? Do you know of the world below? PC: Pinefather? Yes, I have just spoken with them, but... Pinefather: But what? PC: I still have so many questions. I do not know what some of the things they spoke of even are! How am I to help make the world better without understanding the task I was just given? Pinefather: (chuckles) Dear child, your presence in the world alone makes it better because you want to make it better. Our family will help you learn what you must, in order to achieve the goal that was set for you. The Spirits of Nature believe in you. I believe in you. Pinefather: Get ready now. I'll be here when you need me most. Our family will always be here for you. But it is time. Awaken! The player character then comes to at the base of the Pinefather, to be greeted by the esus (Celtic word for "lord") of their season: Spring's is Rosheen (they/them), Summer's is Keath (he/him), Autumn's is Granya (she/her), and Winter's is Berach (he/him).

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OoTP, Chapter 3 - Your First Lessons

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: ~4,800

Note: the length of this one kind of got away from me, can't lie. usually my method of proof reading / editing is retyping the whole thing from my text editor to tumblr but this was taking me days with all the other stuff I have going on, so if there are more weird typos than usual that's why and I'm sorry

Saturday morning came, and you woke up and groaned at the ceiling. You hoped that if you pressed your pillow onto your head hard enough you could go back in time to stop yourself from offering tutoring to the biggest git at Hogwarts.

Wilbur sat down on your chest and started purring.

"Gff mrng," you mumbled from under your pillow. He began kneading your chest. You sighed and removed the pillow. "I suppose you'd like some treats." He pushed his wet nose into your face, so you pushed back your bed curtains to find an open bag. Donna was awake too, stretching in bed.

When she saw you were up, she said, "You getting breakfast? I think Yvette is already gone - she said something about Quidditch before passing out last night."

"Nah, I've gotta get to the greenhouses. I'm tutoring someone today."

"Who?" She sat next to you on your bed, scratching under Wilbur's chin.

You grimaced. "Uh, you probably don't know him. He's a fifth year. A Slytherin."

Donna laughed, then said, "Oh, you're serious? Well, ha! Good luck."

"Thanks. Keep him company, will you?" You pulled on a pair of jeans and a lime green and peach jumper your mum had described as 'hideous, but warm,' and headed out the door.

Before the greenhouses though, you needed to make a stop in the library if you were going to help Malfoy rewrite his self-fertalizing shrubs essay, which, thankfully, was about as easy to find as the great hall.

Halfway down the corridor you heard Peeves singing at the top of his ethereal lungs, "Saturday! Ink hooray! Why are you working? Saturday! Time to play! Good luck without your ink!" followed by the unmistakable sound of ink bottles shattering against stone. To be fair to Peeves, that was the nicest thing you'd ever heard him sing.

A Gryffindor came sprinting round the corner, dripping in ink, followed closely by the Gryffindor ghost.

"Oh, hey Ginny. Rough morning?"

She scowled, "I don't know why I even bother. Scourgify." She tapped herself with her wand, and the ink melted into the think air.

"I'll go get the Bloody Baron," the ghost said before drifting off into the wall.

"You don't happen to have any spare ink, do you?" asked Ginny. "I've procrastinated too much on that nonmagical transportation essay for Muggle Studies."

"Yep, s'all yours. Is the library...?"

"I'd wait for Nick to get back. Peeves has totally blocked the door. He's actually trapped a couple students and Madam Pince inside."

"Great." You peered around the corner; inside the library Peeves was doing a jig atop a toppled bookcase leaning against the door and throwing books with every kick. Madam Pince repaired them as quick as he could rip them apart. You watched, horrified and baffled, through the windows lining the library until the Bloody Baron appeared a few minutes later. He drifted up out of the floor and bellowed at Peeves incoherently, who then disappeared into the ceiling in a fright.

You ducked under the fallen bookcase and gingerly stepped through the books littering the ground, glancing at titles. You found a few that would suffice and stuffed them into your bag, and left to find your way back out to the greenhouse.

A few other students were already there, milling around with watering cans and bags of fertilizer.

Draco Malfoy waited for you by the vegetable patches, wearing a green argyle sweater vest over a pristine white button-down -why he chose that to garden in a mystery you wouldn't venture to guess- staring at his shoes.

He looked up and met your eye; his mouth fell open but before he could speak, you said, "Did you bring your essay?"

He nodded sharply. "I wasn't sure you were still coming."

"Oh? And why was that?" you snarked, walking past him to greenhouse 5. He trotted to keep up with you.

"Well, you seemed pretty mad the other day."

"Don't know what you mean. Sit." You held out your hand for the essay. At the top you saw, "T- see me" scrawled in Professor Sprout's handwriting, and you began to scan through. It was truly dreadful, not only was it several inches too short, it made the argument that the shrub bore fruit that, when it fell, turned into excrement that put nutrients back into the soil. "Where did you get this information? Don't tell me you made it up!"

"She gave us homework the first day!"

"So did everyone else, small wonder this is so bad. I have brought actual, real sources for you to pull from in your new essay." You ripped the old one in half with a flourish. "And we'll never speak of this one again."

Draco huffed, "How is anyone supposed to come up with a foot of yammering about a shrub?" You shot him a dark look, your patience wearing thin. "Fine, fine. Where do I start?"

You handed him a tome entitled Carnivorous Flora - Reversal in the Food Chain and said, "Chapter three."

"Carnivorous?"

"Read," you commanded, pointing firmly at the book, "and we'll talk after you've got the broad strokes. I'm going to get some things set up for your snapdragons; Professor Sprout may be lenient and regrade that as well. They'll be on the O.W.L. anyway." You found the snapdragon; it wasn't difficult since the tips of its petals were still discolored from the acidic soil, and pulled down the limestone, as well as powdered moonstone, ground horsefly wings, and gargoyle blood. Draco was still skimming, so you took a moment to fill a watering can from the pump outside again, not willing to fail at that bloody water creation charm in front of him.

"Well?" you asked, setting the water down.

"This is absurd. These things eat people. There's a whole section about how to keep them from eating you."

You pointed at your bag, "In Travels with Trolls there's a fairly detailed account of an accidental encounter with one while Gilderoy Lockhart was searching for trolls in the caves of Sweden. There are pictures in that one there - Flesh-Eating Trees of the World - for reference."

"God, that's disgusting."

"Yep. Am I safe in assuming that you've written a passable essay before?"

Draco scowled. "Well, yeah, but where do I even start with this? I can't very well write a foot on how to survive a flesh eating bush attack for Herbology."

"Ok," you sat down next to him and pulled out some new parchment and a quill. "We can start with an outline, and you can do the writing on your own." You walked through the important sections - climate, soil quality, how best to care for the plant - and picked out various bits of helpful text.

You continued, "If you need more length after that, it's always nice to not why someone would want to cultivate a species. These produce seed pods that are rich in iron, used in various medicinal concoctions, see here?" you pointed to a page in the potions textbook for second years. "Otherwise, once you've covered the basics of having the thing in your garden, just find something about it that interests you and expand on it. That should get you to a foot of parchment, and at least an A."

You stood up and stretched a bit before moving onto the snapdragons.

They were whining in a weak, rather pathetic way. Draco watched with a creased brow as you explained how their petals acted as a pH test, and you could tell his soil was too acidic based on the green tinge around the petals' edges. You pointed to the things you'd pulled out and said, "The limestone is the gentlest way to raise the pH, but I think for you the moonstone should do fine. You want purple edges, if they turn blue you've gone too far - add some gargoyle blood. Works as well as leaf mold, but these things love blood."

He took a pinch of the powdered moonstone and sprinkled it close to the base of the stems. "How do you know so much about this?" The petals lost their sickly hue and softened into yellow.

"My mum runs a potions supply shop. We grow almost everything we've seen in class."

"And that's why you're in Herbology 5?"

"Yeah, Professor Sprout convinced Dumbledore to let me skip ahead a bit because I kept interrupting her in first year." Draco continued to sprinkle the moonstone on his firebreathing snapdragons, and their leaves finally turned the right shade of purple. "Stop! That's perfect. Now you want to annoy them until they start glowing red, then be ready to douse. I'll go get a bottle." He managed to rather cleanly bottle beautifully plum smoke right up to the brim, and despite your lingering distaste, you bloomed with just a little bit of pride at his success.

The sun had been climbing steadily during your activities, and by the time the bottle of smoke was tucked into Draco Malfoy's bag, along with the reference books you pulled for him, it was obviously noon by the way the rays beat down through the greenhouse's glass roof and the way your stomach rumbled with fervor. He thanked you rather brusquely, the conflict of Thursday apparently remembered, and strutted back off into the castle.

The next Herbology lesson rolled around, and while Draco refused to meet your eye during Professor Sprout's lecture on the screechsnap, on your way out the door you heard, "Y/N! Hang on!"

He had jogged out into the sprinkling rain, bag held above his head, and handed a roll of parchment to you. It was his rewritten essay, a hastily written "E" and smiley face at the top.

"She accepted the smoke too." Though good news, his expression remained rather stoic. You cocked an eyebrow. "I owe you one."

"Don't worry about it," you said before turning to walk away.

He followed you into the castle, "No, really, I owe you. I don't understand why else you'd offer-"

"Because I could. Is that not good enough?" You shook your robes off in front of a fireplace, eyebrows knit together. "And you desperately needed it. If you need any help with the screechsnaps let me know - they can be a bit nippy."

His mouth opened and closed a few times, a bit like a fish out of water. "You clearly don't like me though, no accounting for taste, but I don't-"

"I like you fine when you aren't being a git or ignoring me for no reason. Besides, this has nothing to do with-"

He got quieter, glancing around at the other students walking through the hall, "I just don't want anyone to know - just if my father found out I need help in Herbology, from a fourth year in Hufflepuff-"

"And what's that supposed to mean? Nevermind, I don't care. I have to get to Potions. Goodbye." You huffed away from him, fuming and damp, asking yourself repeatedly why me?

Though you had a sinking feeling that every conversation with Draco Malfoy would be a contentious one, Saturday morning after the third week of the academic year you were inhaling a muffin on your way to greenhouse 5. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to continue tutoring, or if Draco would even show up, and your stomach was turning over at the thought of it. Yet, once you sat down at one of the benches, you saw that silver-blond hair glint harshly through the tinted glass and the knot in your gut loosened. He jerked open the door and paused.

You gestured at the bench across from you. “This time I wasn’t sure if you were showing up,” you joked weakly.

“Well, as you so deftly pointed out, I desperately need help.”

The morning was tense as you explained the homework - getting the screechsnaps to sing and harmonize - but by the end you thought you may have a way to lighten the mood. You just hoped you were right.

“So,” you began slowly, “you still owe me one?”

Draco’s eyebrows narrowed. “Yes.”

“I think I’ve thought of something. Do you know the water conjuration charm?”

He pulled his wand from his pocket unceremoniously, tapped the nearest empty pot and commanded, “Aguamenti.” The pot filled to the brim with perfectly clear, almost sparkling, water.

“I’m absolute pixie piss at Transfiguration, but I’ve had to use the hand-pump outside since forever, and I wondered if you could help me with it?”

“This is the favor you want from me,” he said, deadpan.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual. “That way no one owes anyone, and no one has to know.”

“And you’re ok with that all of a sudden?”

“Well I don’t love the idea, but it’s not like we need to be friends, right? This is just a mutually beneficial academic exchange.” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I just can’t tell if you’re angry or not and I use big words when I’m nervous. But I can’t think of a reason why you would be angry, so I’m confused too. You gotta give me something here.”

He sat back on the bench and exhaled heavily. “No, I mean, I just thought, nevermind. Yeah, you’ve got a deal.”

“Great.” You shifted and looked at him expectantly, hoping he’d take the hint and teach you how to do the spell that’s been giving you grief since you read about it. McGonagall kept telling you it was “advanced” and you shouldn’t worry about it, but you’d show her.

Draco blinked a couple times. “What, now?”

“If you have the time, please.”

“Uh, alright.” He tossed the water from the pot onto the greenhouse’s floor and plunked it in front of you. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

You took a deep breath, pulled out you wand, and cleared your throat, then said, “Aguamenti.” There was a long pause while nothing came out of your wand. You knit your eyebrows together and tried again. “Aguamenti.” There was another long pause and heat crept swiftly into your cheeks. You shrugged and looked at Draco as if to say, “See?”

“Don’t be offended by this, but have you ever transfigured anything?”

“How could I possibly be offended by that,” you said in disbelief. The absolute audacity. Though you hated to admit it, there was some truth there as you thought back to last year and your inability to ever correctly transform a teapot into a tortoise. “Like I said. Pixie piss.”

“Maybe we should start with something simpler. What was the last thing you did that seemed easy?”

You grimaced. “The match to needle spell in first year.” He snorted rather derisively, his cold grey eyes rolling in his stupid head. You crossed your arms, indignation rising hot in your gut. You blurted out defensively, “At least I’m not just a lazy, entitled muppet-”

“Now, see here-”

“No! Why is my inadequacy any funnier than yours?” He stood up, still gripping his want tightly, eyes angry and flitting to and from the door. You held your hands up in surrender, “Look, I’m sorry. But this is never going to work if we take turns insulting each other’s intelligence - it’s just school, so it’s normal to need help, right? Though I stand by lazy, I think that’s accurate.”

He sat back down in a huff. “How so?”

“You could’ve passed the essay if you’d done any research to begin with - it’s clear you aren’t stupid, but asking Professor Sprout to curve your grade because of whoever your parents are instead of just doing the work is my definition of lazy.” He mumbled something under his breath. “What?”

He grumbled, “I sort of see your point.”

You grinned cheekily, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I did. Now, are you going to teach me how to conjure water or not?”

He rolled up his sleeves and cited the transformation formula - bodyweight, viciousness, wand power, concentration, and a fifth unknown variable - before gesturing to his own wand. “Hawthorn, unicorn hair. Sufficient wand power. What’s yours?”

“Oh, uh, chestnut, unicorn hair.”

He nodded, “Bodyweight and viciousness has nothing to do with you, so it must be the concentration component.”

You huffed, “Well that’s not helpful.”

“Would you just relax?”

“Sorry,” you grumbled.

“Transfiguration almost always works for me,” you rolled your eyes, “because, my theory anyway, I almost always believe it will. And I stay focused. So, instead of concentration, try confidence and focus.”

You squinted doubtfully; how could you possibly convince yourself that the spell which hadn’t worked would suddenly? Though, you had to admit it made some amount of sense. And Draco seemed to have some idea what he was talking about. The spell worked for him after all. A transfiguration spell. Wasn’t it just transfiguring air into water? Steam found its way and dissipated into the air all the time. Surely the things were related.

“Ok,” you said to yourself, “I’m ready.” You squared your shoulders and readjusted the grip on your wand. Draco nodded once, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “Aguamenti.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. A healthy stream fell from the tip of your wand into the bucket. But then you looked up, excited, and it sputtered out.

Draco smiled smugly, “You lost focus. But better.” He stood up. “I think this will work. But if we can avoid it I’d rather not meet here every Saturday. I’ll find somewhere more secluded; I don’t want to have to explain what I’m doing in the greenhouses to every Hufflepuff pruning some vegetable.”

At first you were prepared to protest, but looking around, there were only going to be more people here on weekends as the term advanced - especially O.W.L. students. “Ok, some days we will need to be here, though. The conceptual lessons only go so far; Herbology is very hands-on. And I can’t imagine where would be a secluded place at Hogwarts on a Saturday that won’t be overrun with couples.” He waved a hand, “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“Alright, let me know when you’ve figured it out then.” You stood up to gather your things.

Draco, at the door, turned around and asked, “By the way, I never asked - did you make the team?”

“What? Oh, Quidditch. No, I’m a substitute though.”

“Ah, too bad. You’re a decent flier.” He left you standing dumbfounded in the greenhouse, uncomfortable and flighty heat flooding your cheeks.

The next Saturday Draco found you leaving the great hall after breakfast. He had been lurking behind the beveled arch of a window, and you yelped when he materialized from the shadow. He shushed you and pulled you around under the arch with him.

“Are you insane?” you whispered, poking your head out, wondering if Yvette had seen. It looked like her early morning Quidditch practices were doing you a favor - she seemed totally unawares as she slumped away back to the common room.

“I’ve found a place,” in addition to his usual school bag, he was carrying two boxes - one wrapped like a package, the other with holes poked in the top - he continued more quietly, “Meet me on the Quidditch pitch, at the base of the Professors’ stand, in fifteen minutes.”

Before you could ask any questions, he hopped through the open window and strolled out onto the grounds. Despite your confusion, you did arrive on the Quidditch pitch and found his head poking out from under the checkered cloth covering the stands.

He waved at you hurriedly, “C’mon! Under here!”

You followed him under, asking, “Here? What if we get caught? We’ll get in so much trouble.”

“Nah,” he said, brushing off his trousers and pointing to the pin on his lapel, “We won’t - I am a prefect, after all.”

Under the stand, a fairly large if short space, very little light filtered through the cover and the bare ground was patchy and hard, not to mention freezing. The first rafter nearly brushed the top of Draco’s head. “Oh, ok…” you said, rubbing your arms and trying not to shiver.

Draco smirked and picked up the box wrapped like a package. “My mum sent this to me this morning.” Inside was a perfectly round stone, which he set on the ground in one of the corners. “This should do the trick. Lapis Ignis.” A faint light grew from within the stone, and the air was warmer immediately - the light became a tiny, crackling fire trapped behind a thin layer of the stone. “It’s a portable fireplace. I told her I’d been getting cold at night. Our common room’s under the lake, so.”

The tenseness in your shoulders relaxed with the warmth. You set down your bag on the ground thoughtfully. “This could work. Next time I may bring a picnic blanket though.”

“I was getting to that. I did say I’d take care of it, didn’t I?” He pulled a large green and black checkered quilt from his bag that looked far too nice to be putting on the ground, and tossed it into the air. You tilted your head to your right shoulder sharply. Draco didn’t miss a beat. He whipped out his wand and muttered something, and before the quilt started to fall it opened in ripples and settled itself neatly on the ground.

The borders on the quilt were all embroidered with little silver snakes.

“You really bleed Slytherin, don’t you?”

“It is the best house.”

You laughed, until you realized he was not at all joking. “Well, everyone thinks their house is the best house, don’t they?”

“They might think that. But, really, there’s no contest.”

Well, you disagreed there pretty strongly, but given he’d turned his attention to whatever else he brought with him, you decided there was no use in arguing. You rolled your eyes, “Anyway, do I wanna know what’s in that box?” You pointed to the one with holes poked into the lid.

“Right, this is for Transfiguration. I borrowed it from McGonagall this morning.” He opened the box and coaxed the thing inside out onto the blanket.

It was a hedgehog.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return it when we’re done here.” It’s cute little nose was working overtime, snuffling around on the quilt.

You knelt on the edge of the quilt across from him, careful to keep your shoes off of it. “Poor thing looks nervous. You didn’t bring any treats, did you?”

“Why would I have brought treats? We’re gonna turn it into a pin cushion, not invite it over for tea.”

“No need to get snippy,” you said, trying to rub a bit of your scent onto the quilt. Draco watched dubiously. Softly, to the hedgehog, you said, “No, no need to get snippy. You’re a cute tiny thing, aren’t you? Yes, of course.”

Draco cleared his throat.

“Right, sorry. We’ll start with Transfiguration, then?”

An hour later, you had succeeded in turning the hedgehog’s quills into pins, matches, and threads, but the hedgehog remained a hedgehog and never a pincushion. Draco’s brow had knit together furiously and he tried with growing fervor to explain the spell to no avail. Finally, he sat back on his heels and sighed, head thrown back.

“Well,” he said before a long pause, “it’s an improvement at least. Shall we move on to Herbology?”

“Oh thank heavens.” Your spine relaxed as you waved your wand and the hedgehog’s pins turned back into quills. “Professor Sprout tells me we’ll be getting to fanged geraniums soon; they’re not complicated but forgetting a step can get you bitten and that will scar no matter what Madam Pomfrey puts on it.”

Another hour passed, and you had taken off your shoes to sit cross-legged on the quilt, open book in your lap and happily napping hedgehog under a fold of your cloak. Draco had begun tapping his wand against his knee in frustration. “Remember,” you said, “they’re sentient beings. They really don’t want you to take their fangs - you have to reason with them.”

“How?” he said hotly, “How do I ‘reason’ with it?”

You shrugged. “A trade typically works. I’ve got one at home who likes acorns to decorate its pot. Or you could convince it that you need the fangs more than it does, like in Wandering with Werewolves.”

“This is absurd. I feel silly.”

You smirked, sensing a foothold. “And you’re going to let that stop you? I thought you wanted to be a… something?”

“I thought it could be fun to be a curse-breaker. For Gringotts.”

“Ah, and when you’re breaking curses all over the world, and you miss a trap because your tie gets crumpled and you need to make a blood-replenishing potion or you’ll bleed out, are you going to hesitate asking for a trade from the nearest fanged geranium? Or will you feel too silly?”

He paused. “You’re kind of an ass, you know?”

“Says the kettle. What do you do?”

But Draco never had the chance to answer, as the curtain began to lift. You shared a panicked look for a moment. A large eagle-owl came tramping into the space, feathers ruffled, carrying a letter on its leg. Draco held out his arm for the bird, “Here, Montague.” Montague settled himself on Draco’s shoulder and began preening, clearly affronted, and Draco plucked the letter from his leg. The parchment was gilded on the edge and sealed with inky black wax. His brow furrowed as he read. “I have to go,” he said, looking up quickly, “Now. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok,” you picked up the hedgehog to return him to his box. “I can return him to McGonagall for you, if it’s urgent.”

He nodded, “Same place next week?” He tapped the stone and the light went out, the chill creeping back into your bones at once. You stood up and helped him fold the quilt before he stuffed it back into his bag along with the stone.

You sat back down next to the hedgehog’s box to pull on your shoes. “Sure. But don’t think we’ve moved on from fanged geraniums.”

He laughed shallowly, silver hair falling limply on his forehead.

“C’mon Montague.” He lifted the curtain and stooped to climb out, then looked back rather regretfully. “Sorry, thanks, uh… bye.”

“Bye,” you said to the closed curtain. “Lumos,” you whispered, and your wand lit up so you could tie your shoes. That was strange, wasn’t it? You brushed some dirt off your jeans as you stood and picked up the hedgehog.

The week following crawled on agonizingly slowly, and, to make matters worse, the stairs seemed particularly driven to keep you from any and all destinations. It had put you in a rather sour mood. So sour, in fact, that when Professor Umbridge made an unexpected appearance in Arithmancy, and proceeded to interrupt Professor Vector every two minutes to ask her to repeat herself in “more general language,” after class you couldn’t help but complain about it the second she was out of earshot.

“It’s like she has no understanding of the subjects she’s evaluating,” you moaned to Luna, the both of you on your way to Charms. “She doesn’t even have a grasp on her own subject, I’d bet any number of galleons on it.”

She nodded thoughtfully, “It does seem that way. But I don’t think Fudge cares much about her being a competent teacher.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she’s clearly meant to be a competent spy.”

“Hey - Luna. Oh, hi Y/N,” Ginny came hopping up from behind, swinging an arm through each of yours. “Where’re you off to?”

“Charms,” you grumbled.

Luna’s eyes sparked with her sly smile. “Professor Umbridge sat in on Arithmancy. We’ve been discussing-”

“We’ve been complaining, Luna, tell it how it is.”

“Well it’s funny you mention her,” Ginny started, lowering her tone as other students passed. “How do you feel about the current quality of your education?”

Luna replied, “Not good.”

You said, “Pixie piss.”

“And how would you feel about learning from a more practiced source?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Who?”

“Harry Potter.”

You let out a laugh, “Excuse me?”

Luna thought for a moment, her eyes glazing over, then said, “He should be a font of experience, theoretically. To survive He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named not once, but twice is quite a qualification.”

You felt Ginny’s gaze before you met it, her eyes searching and only a touch wary. You sighed, “Well I don’t know what happened last year but I don’t think he’s a murderer, or crazy. So I guess I believe him. What’s this about?”

Ginny, apparently satisfied, leaned in closer. “We’re having a meeting. This Saturday at the Hog’s Head in Hogsmeade. At noon. Just to talk things over.” She shrugged. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Wait wait wait. Daemon sending his daughter away and she’s already got a bump, you can clearly tell she’s pregnant, she’s hysterical, she’s terrified and after everything he’s just going to send her away and act like nothing is happening? She can’t even stand too look at him as she leaves, she takes the money and is gone.

She ends up getting a house far away from everyone surrounded by trees and greenery and she births twin sons. One day, on one of his flights Aemond lands on her little island to give Vhagar a rest (old girl needs naps now, she’s still a beast though don’t try her.) he comes across two boys playing with sticks pretending they’re swords he asks if they’re okay and need help getting home because this is basically abandoned there’s no one here. Until he hears this musical voice shouting for her sons to come in for their dinner and he walks back with them.

Now she’s shocked she hasn’t seen anyone unless it’s when she’s in the village for some things (which on it’s own is a few hours away) she notices the hair and eyepatch and immediately knows who this is. She invites him in for food to be polite and asks if he would like to stay as it’s getting dark. Now. Aemond sees these two violet eyed children with bright white hair and this absolutely ethereal woman also with violet eyes and white hair (let’s not forget she’s had two children, she’s got that mummy body, we all know he’s a sucker for a milf) he’s immediately intrigued and agrees.

It turns out to be an amazing night, the woman is lovely and her children are just the sweetest boys ever. He’s played with the children in the garden (one of them likes bugs it reminds him of Helaena) he helped her wash the dishes and talked and had tea with her in front of the fire. It was going well but then he asked about who their father is and who her father is and where she’s from, he’s not stupid he knows it’s either Aegon or Daemon he just wants it confirmed as to who. When she’s explained everything he’s shocked, fucking mind blown because what the fuck? He ends up leaving after promising her that he’ll not whisper a word about her to anyone and keep her out of the shitstorm that is the Targaryen family.

He ends up making this trip every few days, always visiting, always helping her around the house and tending to the vegetables and fruit she’s grown. Teaching the boys how to wield swords and teaching all three of them the Valyrian language. It’s become his paradise, his piece of heaven on earth, he wants this forever, he wants to marry her and have her children be his in the eyes of everyone - they already call him father - he’s helped her with them since they were 3 (let’s say they’re 5 now) it’s been two years he wants her. Say they get married in the way of the Targaryens (you can’t break them marriages (I also don’t know how they did it let’s not go there)) and he takes her to Kings Landing to introduce her and their children to everyone.

Alicent needs a heavy drink and a holiday after finding out who they are and how they came to be, she feels sorry for the girl after listening to her story. Otto had no idea what to even say, even he’s shocked at what Daemon did. Viserys, while being shocked at having a niece from his brother and great nephew who are now his grandchildren… adores them. This girl looks like his late mother and her boys his late father he doesn’t want to send them away it would break his already hurting heart. He even ordered the boys to get a dragon eggs each as a gift of good will. Helaena and her children are already best friends and Aegon is wondering if he’s been black out drunk for the past five years because he’s never seen these people in his life, also… when did Aemond get married? Was he at the wedding?

Now no one can even tell these boys aren’t his by blood and that he’s not even known them five years so to them even if she’s a bastard (who was legitimised by her uncle/father by law… (which no one will say anything about plus she looks full blooded Targaryen more than Rhaenyras children)) the children are not in their eyes and no one treats them as such. Their father is Aemond they don’t want to die. Settling in has been easy honestly besides the snide remarks from Otto even Alicent was calm, the boys are sweet and Aemonds wife helps Helaena get Helaena out and actually listens to her talking about bugs even giving facts of her own because of her son enjoying the same thing. She’s now heavily pregnant with their third child BUT! Rhaenyra is coming to talk about Luke’s claim to driftmark and with her comes her husband who’s about to find his daughter living a luxurious life with a doting husband who is in love with every inch of her and two beautiful boys with one on the way.

👀 Ohhh shit. It's about to hit the fan.

Daemon is gonna know he's fucked up, and Rhaenyra may find out

I love when Daemon and Rhaenyra fight

#tin talks

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: honestly ... this is the relationship I want ...

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SFW🌿

⭑ At first, it was a love triangle -

⭑ Both Grisha women were vying for your attention, and it was MAYHEM. ANARCHY. CHAOS.

⭑ Genya would wake up extra early, attend to the queen and then herself (more so than usual-)

⭑ Zoya’s ego seemed to be inflated, while secretly she felt the most insecure she ever had. Which probably is a red flag, but she’s never had to fight for someone’s attention. Not ever.

⭑ You were confused, completely and utterly.

⭑ Because there were these two absolutely GORGEOUS women who wanted ... you. And that’s not to say that you aren’t attractive, but this has never happened before.

⭑ You weren’t the most popular growing up, sports were never really your thing.

⭑ You knew you liked to make people smile, or laugh, or feel like the world was something worth living for.

⭑ And that’s what they saw in you - hope.

⭑ Because just by being around you they felt uplifted

⭑ So that’s why they fought for your attention

⭑ And I don’t mean squabbaling. I mean ... trying to one up the other. Being more romantic, or being the one to talk to you after training was over.

⭑ And lets be honest ... it wasn’t the worst feeling. Even though you knew at one point you would have to choose.

⭑ But one day you were talking with one of your friends and she said, “why choose?”

“Well... I have to...”

“Who says?”

“Everyone?”

“Fuck everyone.”

“I know you do-” you played it off as a joke, not taking her seriously. But that planted a seed in your mind that you couldn’t get rid of.

⭑ I think Genya would be the first to agree to polyamory. Although she likes to fit in with the people around her, the thought of having more than one person excites her. And Zoya is a very beautiful woman ... Genya secretly had a crush on her for years

⭑ Zoya on the other hand ...

⭑ Well, lets just say she doesn’t share with others

⭑ But no one was pushed into this relationship.

⭑ There was no rush

⭑ So over time, it happened organically ... you and Genya started the relationship and let Zoya know she could join at any time

⭑ She would point her nose in the air and ignore the two of you

⭑ Until one night, when the moon was high and the Darkling had gone to sleep. She had seen you and Genya kissing, and something inside of her had cracked. Not in a broken way, but in a birthing way - like a bird freeing itself from an egg.

⭑ “Maybe ... this isn’t such a bad idea...” Zoya muttered one afternoon

⭑ Your poly relationship moved around the Little Palace quickly, and I mean ... very quickly.

⭑ It was hot gossip, and I mean who could blame the other Grisha? Not many exciting things happened at the Little Palace.

⭑ At one point, when the gossip was at its peak, you thought the Darkling might actually come and talk to you about it. But that never happened.

⭑ A few days after Zoya said yes, the three of you sat down in the gardens and talked about boundaries. What was appropriate, what you definitely did not want to do.

⭑ It wasn’t so much as creating a set of rules ... but guidelines that helped keep the relationship positive and healthy

⭑ You’re all a force to be reckoned with ... and in a way, you sort of run the Little Palace in terms of hierachy

⭑ And Genya is accepted within the ranks. You and Zoya make sure of that

⭑ But she keeps hidden (for now) what the King does to her (she knows that the two of you will ruin him.)

⭑ Zoya always wants to go on fancy dates - chandeliers, makeup, jewelry. While Genya likes being near the water/outside. You love nature, so you had an idea that you would dress up and walk amongst the forest, the trees, the grass.

⭑ Zoya thought that idea was stupid, until you three actually did it and she felt so ethereal

⭑ SO MUCH SASS ALL THE TIME

⭑ And some people are like, “bro did they really just say that,” and you’re like ???

⭑ Absolutely NO ONE fcks with you, (or Genya, or Zoya for that matter.)

⭑ Power houses, because you train together -

⭑ Oh and no one holds back, so it’s serious training

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Rival x Flustered, Never Been Shown Affection x Rival (But both rivals are soft and supportive of one another)

✧ Touch Either One Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

✧ Asshole (Genya) x Also An Asshole But It’s Tough To Tell Because Of Their Cute Exterior (You) x Even More Of An Asshole (Zoya)

✧ “Trust Me, Given The Legal Opportunity, I Will Kill You” (Genya) x If It Were Not For The Laws Of This Land, I Would Have Slaughtered You” (You) x “If I Were Not Holy I Would Beat You Senseless.” (Zoya)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ They both LOVE TOYS; dildos, nipple clamps etc

⭑ Genya has a HUGE mummy kink, while Zoya has an even bigger daddy kink

⭑ They both love playing with your tits and pulling, biting, licking your nipples

⭑ Have had library sex

⭑ Sometimes Genya likes to watch as you and Zoya touch each other

⭑ Mutual masturbation

⭑ “I’ll watch and learn how you like to be touched.”

⭑ Leaving marks on each other to find when getting dressed

⭑ Sex is way more light-hearted and fun than you would think. Zoya can be very serious when she’s trying to seduce you, but paired with Genya as well - you guys cannot help but giggle

⭑ Making out after training, or mid-training - everyone is sweating, their heart-beating fast and no one can stop their desire

⭑ Probably have been caught a few times\

⭑ Sex is the only time where Zoya lets others tell her what to do - she’s a switch but moreso a sub

⭑ Genya is a dom

⭑ Aftercare is wonderous. Both Genya and Zoya become very very cuddly, and like to stroke your high and nuzzle into your neck.

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 1 year

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ALGOL - Divine Femininity and the Power of Creation

Algol sits at the 26 degrees in taurus.

Algol is known as the "demon star" and is connected to the head of medusa but she is so much more than a castrophic star that brings hell to the planet.

'Algol' is a star of the most divine feminine energy on the entire sphere. It rejoices in the cosmic universe and creates from its darkness. Like the womb in the belly of women, we create from here and eventually we birth it into our reality.

What makes Algol a star of divine feminine energy?

She is connected to the Mother. Serpent/Dragon energy. Creatrix and is connected to art and beauty.

Most who fear this star never travel deep into the unknown, however this star teaches you is that the unknown is like getting to the garden of eden and finding the apple that gives you life.

Fixed Star Algol is a major point in the sky, its 'demon' traits are chaotic/yin energy and nothing to be afraid of. When Mother (Earth) is tired of our shit what is she going to do? bring chaos. which is what this star represents in a number of ways.

This chaos can come through art because it is very yin, and the language that it speaks is far bigger than what the 'name' of this star.

ALGOL - AL-KU-HOL - SPIRITS

I noticed with this fixed star that drugs, wine and alcohol play a big part here. im speaking of people who have this placement strongly. Any planet. Not just your big three.

This fix star is heavily connected the spiritual realm and the psychical realm gets a taste of this vibrant energy each time the sun passes through here.

The energy/frequency I would like to dip into with this star is Adam/Eve Tree of Knowledge/Life Serpent/Transformation Phoenix/Dragon Medusa and Lilith energy here. Yeah that was a lot. bare with me.

You travel through depths to get to where you are with this star conjunct your sun, moon, rising and venus. Lilith energy literally rises within you. It connects you the the tree of knowledge. In the Bible these are all metaphors, so metaphorically speaking, you carry the knowledge in the womb and are a creator who connects to the source of the universe. All that you are is mother in the flesh, but more in the mind and spirit. You are bound to go through the waters of the serpents and transform with each valley that you cross.

You are not scared to go deep into your shadow, in fact when you get use to it you may succumb to it more. THIS is where your power comes from. Your fears are transmuted into POWER. Your pain turns into POWER. You are what? POWER. And you are a walking force who connects to the energy of the Mother!

You are deeply connected to the roots of this soil and also cosmic and can see into the ethereal realms. You know the underworld because you been there, you know the higher realms because you've traveled there, and you come back to us in this earthly realm and show it to us be it expression, art, soul, style, music, dance, emotions etc. your rage is your truth and you can wear it as you like.

all your powerful emotions can be used in the form of creating something new. it is castrophic but also beautiful. your energy is feared by many but we see how powerful your aura is.

If you have this fix star connected to your sun, moon or rising. You are literally that energy walking among us everyday. every. damn. day.

now I WILL say this with fix stars is that you can tap into them at any time, Algol seems to show up and come through you at the right time if you have this placement. You tend to have an aura that scares people but are fascinated with you at the same time. Who is like this... Lilith :)

The energy is very dark. do not take this as bad or evil because it is not. Dark energy is also yin, yin is feminine. They go hand in hand.

I want to touch on Medusa but I will save it for another time. What I can say is (or may I will argue that) Medusa is another form of Lilith. She was casted aside and was lied on because her power was too much for some, so she became a 'monster' who could turn you into stone.

This is how people with this fix star walk among us. Your energy is that powerful, that mesmerizing you literally have people at their knees im not playing.

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Ether is @noa-de-cajou 's character, Xingtzao the Almighty GF's and Agathe is @thal-ent 's

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Morning coffee in the kitchens of the Shabbatai Empire, let's be honest, nothing compares to that. And by morning I mean "before dawn". Full moon woke me up and now that it's over I am tired and cranky and craving a big old steak.

But Xingtzao said no steak on mornings so I had to settle with coffee. At least I can digest it, that could be worse. I wonder if Allegra can drink that safely. I should ask her.

Let's not derail. So, I am in the kitchens of the Empire, before everyone will come storming in and probably screams because I look like a bear out of hibernation, and am probably as grumpy. I don't have time to stay there, not as much as I would want to, but it's fine. When the first people start coming in, I'll just change resting places and go sleep in what was the harem before.

But first, coffee. Aaaaaah, it feels good to drink something hot.

Movement catches my eye when I put my empty cup down. I jump on my feet, expecting one of the chiefs ready to kick me out, but instead of a cook, I find myself in the presence of an elf-lady, dark-skinned with purple hair, looking as surprised to see me here as I am.

I lift an eyebrow. What is the empress consort doing here that early in the morning?

"Something the matter, Ether?"

She blinks. Before, probably, winking. We can't tell with that eyepatch, not really, but there is some subtle change of her expression when she does one, or the other.

And currently, the smile I'm seeing is probably a proof she's not just blinking.

"You know, Lycarn, she says with that smile, you have a very pretty butt. It is too bad you have to sit on it, want to sit on me instead?~"

Oh no, not again.

She is in one of those moments where she doesn't make sense. That's unnerving, I'm not gonna lie. What does she want with my butt? And why sitting on her? I'm probably at least twenty kilograms heavier than her, this will be deadly...

Rolling my eyes, I put my cup back and sighs, not even looking in her general direction.

"I kinda have to sit if I want to rest, Ether. And no, I won't.... Sit on you. That would crush you, and I don't want to hurt you."

As infuriating as she is especially in those moments, I guess seeing her in pain creates that ache in my heart. It's even worse since Savannah's death. I suppose it's because I want to protect the girl she went to Niwloedd with.

Ether blinks, this time, but I don't give her the opportunity to answer. The first cooks enter the kitchen and I sprint out, clearly not in the mood for unwanted social interaction.

***

I'm tanning under the sun of the imperial gardens, or trying, at the very least. The combo of my moon-cursed nature, my fair skin and my powers makes it difficult not to get sunburnt. But feeling the sun on my skin is soothing, especially after a full moon.

The maid brought me a tea. She did not stick around that much, but the tea and the anole time taste wonderfully. Servants seem to avoid me, from the most part. I don't know if it's because of the big bad wolf, the resting bitch face, or the fact that I am clearly from the north, with very Inky facial features.

Hate of Ink Republic is strong here. I wonder how Ether is doing, when they drag Faloi Frosilæn in the mud like they do.

Speaking of the devil, there she is. She also carries a cup of tea, and her clothing is far more revealing than mine. Her skin probably supports sunrays better than mine. Lucky bitch.

I turn away my gaze, because I'm envious, and not because she flaunts her belly and hips, mind you. But she still comes near me and sit down under my tree, with her cup in one hand and a book in the other.

"A sunbath sounds good. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, not at all. Needed a break from the whole consort thing?"

"You have no idea. Ai... I mean Xingtzao is tired of me, I believe. For her defense, me playing footsies under the table is not the best way to allow her to concentrate."

I roll my eyes when she waggles her eyebrows, hardly keeping my smile in check.

"None of your stinky toes near me, milady, or I'll bite them off pronto."

"I would joke about that but I saw your teeth from up close and I certainly do not want them near my toes. Somewhere else, maybe....~~~~~"

And there she is again. Seriously? Second time this day!

"I'm still infectious, Ether. You do not want to be a werewolf on top of everything."

"That wasn't what I meant-"

"What then? Don't tell me having the equivalent of a second period is attractive, because I won't believe you."

I said that under the tone of a joke, but I've never been more serious. I'm used to my curse, I lived with it for almost forty years now, but I don't want anyone suffering under it.

That curse killed Mythras searching for a remedy. Twice. No one should ever undergo that.

Ether sighs. But, and I'm thanking her for that, she keeps silent. She just opens her book and lean on me to drink her tea.

I let her put her head on my shoulder. Afternoon nap is better shared, after all.

***

"What's with Ether these days?"

Agathe lifts her head, turning in my general direction. It's the time of the week I help her preening her wings, and at the same time, brush her long, jet-black hair; we often use those hours to talk about our life in the castle, as first concubine and, well, partner of the first concubine. Usually it's just anecdotes shared about the other officials, Xingtzao or the diplomats seeking an audience, but today a more urgent subject is haunting my thoughts and it's dark-skinned, pointy-eared and eerily handsome.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's been some days since she started saying nonsense. Like she wants me to bite her, or, that my father stole stars, or... I'm not gonna cite all of it, I add while Agathe just bursts out laughing. Funny, huh?"

"Oh, yes, very funny indeed, my love. And she started talking like that since..."

I take a moment to think.

".... Three or four days, I believe? Well, she already didn't make that much sense back on Niwloedd, but it's worse now. What's with her?"

Agathe snickers a little, while guiding my hand on a very unyielding feather on top of her wing.

"Who knows, my moon. Maybe you should ask her directly."

And I fold, because Agathe's feathers are soft and her hand even softer and her voice when she call me by that petname the softest and I forget what we were talking about.

***

A visit of the Immortal King in Shabbatai is not exactly common, rare enough for the whole staff to freak out, but if I'm being honest, I probably saw Baku more than Xingtzao herself even though he had to pretext something official to explain getting out of his cave.

So now we're just sitting around a table, me drinking my coffee and him making the pastries even regret being baked. His sweet tooth seems to be difficult to follow for the cooks. That's probably why the cake on the table is a classic Mandate one.

The invasion of the King in the kitchens would not be a bloody one, but it was certainly noteworthy. It took every last drop of Agathe's persuasion power to make the cooks let him bake.

I don't mind at all. I missed his pastries.

"Settling well in Shabbatai, I see, he says with a smile when a maid braver than the others waves in our direction. That's good."

"Yeah, it's not my usual environment, but I'm doing well. I wouldn't go anywhere else anyway. Agathe is there and I don't intend to live without her, and she won't leave without Ether and Xingtzao."

"How is Ether, by the way? I haven't see her since the wedding. Lamia sends her regards."

"She's still alive?"

"Black magic does wonders. She does look significantly older now, but that never stopped her from living. I think handing the crown to Daiyei helped her organism recover."

He sighs.

"I wish Lina was awarded the same luxury. But well, no need to dwell on that. Nothing happened between you and Xingtzao since my last visit?"

I shrug, taking another pastry from the plate.

"No, and it's not like I'm pursuing her. She already has her hands full with Ether, I don't want to add to the mess. Plus, I don't know how to flirt with ladies. I already don't know how I got Agathe."

A smile grew on his lips, a little teasing.

"Oh, I have my ideas. Speaking of, isn't that her with Ether coming our way?"

I turn around in the direction he points, and sure enough, there is Agathe, strolling hand in hand with Ether in the garden. They seem to have noticed us, since Agathe points towards Baku with uncertainty while Ether reassures us.

Black mages auras, I guess. Agathe told me mine is contrebalanced with pure white, more and more prominent the less I use my powers, but Baku has his constantly activated, not that he wants to. So the aura must reflect that.

Nonetheless, the two women still approach us, and Agathe salutes Baku with a polite reverence while Ether waves toward us.

"Lycarn, sir, I wasn't expecting to find you here!"

"We're just sunbathing. Is Xingtzao seeking me? Or you want to join us, perhaps?"

"Don't worry! I already just met the sun, says Ether while winking in my direction. My day is lighted enough as it is!"

Again?! And in front of my mentor of all people, are you fucking serious, girl?? Worst is both Agathe and Baku started snickering and this is just driving me crazy.

With the coldest stare I can get, I turn towards Ether and cross my arms in front of my chest, trying not to let the sudden bloodlust show because this one is werewolf-induced.

I mean, no other reason for me to want to claw at her skin and hear her whimper in pleas- pain under my tongue, right?

"Ether, I am a godsdamn moon mage, I cannot shine upon you with sun powers! Please refrain from saying nonsense when we are in public!"

Baku's eyes widen. Probably because he's afraid I'm gonna lash out. No time for him to interject, though, because Agathe, probably animated by the same thoughts, just takes Ether hand and starts sprinting towards the place. Ether has to stop her wing from getting caught in the door, but aside from that, they're quickly out of my sight, finally allowing me to relax.

I let out an exasperated sigh in front of Baku's doubtful expression.

"Seriously! I tolerated that when we were alone, but in public is too much!"

Baku bites the inside of his cheek.

"....... That's not the first time?"

"Not at all, I grunted. She's like this since weeks. I enjoy her company, don't get me wrong, and otherwise she is really pleasurable to be around, but that I really don't get. Why must she always spout nonsense??"

"............. Girl."

"What?"

Baku puts his head in one of his hands, leaving me dumbfounded and unable to understand.

"You really were not exaggerating, you don't know how to flirt with ladies."

***

I'm sat on one of the softest pillows of the most comfortable room of the harem, probably the best place I could find to nap, but no way for me to stop feeling restless.

This is starting to get really, really fucking annoying. First Agathe, then Baku, and now Xingtzao coming in to tell me to pay more attention to Ether's behaviour, and for what?! So I can continue to not understand how the fuck she's acting?

This is unnerving. And not because the more time passes and the more I feel stupid. Like there is a social clue I didn't get. But what moondamned social clue brings that kind of behavior-

Luckily, I'm not entirely alone in the room. A cat is sleeping at my feet, beautiful, black with white spots. Cats were the only creatures not afraid of me, I never quite knew why. Baku says it's because Moon is a cat and they probably wanted to soothe the curse or something. I don't know.

My hand goes through the fur of the kitty, and he starts purring, showing me his belly. That calms me down a little.

"You're a lucky bastard, you know that, I say to the little feline still purring. You don't have things to understand in this palace."

The cat tilts his head toward me, eyes still closed. I take it as an invitation to continue talking.

"I mean, not understanding is a thing, but when everyone acts like I should get it... It's alienating. I'm starting to get angry at Ether for no reason. I don't want to, you know."

Silence, only broke by the cat's tiny meow. I sigh.

"She's really pretty and all, and... Kind-hearted, too. Like a doctor is. I don't mind the nonsense, really, I can bear being annoyed. But these days I'm not annoyed, I'm angry. And it hurts. Because she kinda stopped, and.... I don't want her to stop?"

A tail around my wrist guides my hands further on the cat's belly. I laugh a little.

"You sure know how to express what you want, little buddy. I wish it was that easy."

The cat paws me. I laugh some more.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, less talking, more petting. Jeez, you cats really are pushy creatures."

I start petting again, and the cat purr some more. His fur is so soft under my fingers, like Agathe's feathers. Or her skin. I wonder if Ether's would be soft too. For now, I only felt her hair against my cheek, and a glimpse of her when she brushes past me to meet Xingtzao. This is not enough to know.

My free hand linger on my hips, where only the light fabric on my dress rest. Usually, when I do that, I picture Agathe's hands in it's place, or Xingtzao's. Strangely, today, my mind doesn't picture a dark, adorned with deep blue nails hand, or the one, fairer, of my empress. No, the tone I picture is warm, and the texture rough as must be fingers that grip a scalpel so long a day.

I stop. Reluctantly, surprisingly, but I don't need more confusion.

"I really don't get what I feel, you know. I never was angry that often, and it's not like back then at the blood moon. It's not a.... Destructive anger. I want to put my hands on her, sure, but I don't want to see any blood or guts or gore, or... I see us fighting, but she's on top of me, even though I'm stronger than her, and I like that. Like when I'm with Agathe, but with Ether's usual provocations and insolence and... And..."

I stop in my tracks. Not because thr words stopped coming, I still have plenty. Rather because in the entrance of the harem is a familiar face, and the red covering her cheeks is severely clashing with the purple of her hair.

My skin suddenly feel way too uncomfortable for me. Without talking about my dress.

".......... Ether?"

She doesn't move a finger, still blushing like a tomato. And the more time passes, the more heat burns under my cheeks.

"You..... You heard that?"

She nods at a supersonic speed, still mute. The cat rolls over, eyes still close, tail wagging as if he was mocking me. But insolent felines are the last of my preoccupations right now.

I clear my throat, trying to take back some sort of composure.

"What.... Are you doing here?"

She steps forward, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks are still red. Moon be damned, I'm so embarrassed. Me and my big mouth...

"I... Well, Agathe told me to seek you, and that you were at the harem. I didn't mean to... You know. Hear that."

"Sorry. I'll keep my thoughts for myself, next time."

"No! This is not what I-"

She takes a big breath, before sitting in front of me, on the same pillow. Her strands of hair are pulled under her fingers like rats' tails. That must hurt. But judging by what I just said, I'd better refrain myself from taking her hair out of her hands.

"I mean. Uh. You can continue to think out loud, I don't want to stop you, and..."

She close her eyes, before letting her hair go and taking my hand in her.

"What I meant to tel' you is, well, that I really, really like you, Lycarn. Like a lot. But I'm not good at expressing it, or saying it clearly, and lately I was under the impression you were uncomfortable with my heavy flirting, and like, I don't want that, so I stopped, but..."

I stopped listening somewhere in the monologue.

Heavy flirting.

So many things made more sense now. Like Agathe telling me to talk to her. Or Baku saying I don't know how to flirt with women. Or Xingtzao's teasing smile.

But most importantly, there is those little words lost somewhere in the flow. Like you. Ether likes me. Ether likes me maybe like she likes Agathe, or Xingtzao, or on her own terms, I don't know. Ether likes me and hearing that makes my heart beat a little faster.

I squeeze her hand, making her shut up.

"Ether."

She blinks.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

For some seconds, damning seconds, she is a bit taken aback. But something seems to light in her eyes after that time, and her insolent smile is back on her lips, with her left hand, the cold one, finding it's way to my cheek.

"Since it's asked so politely, who am I to refuse."

Her head tilts toward me. And when her lips meet mine, when I finally feel the warmth of her body through my dress, I can't help but thinking maybe I was not angry at all.

On the corner of the room, I see the cat hide, giving us some privacy. I don't remember cats being able to have such red eyes.

I stopped thinking seconds after.

#hel is talking #hel ocs #lysara #lysara ibruael #hel stories #hel writing #some lycether fluff for the people uwu #yeah homegal is dense af but she didn't have many lesbians hitting on her before cut her some slack

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