#he just conjured the most over the top coat he could

[luvtak]

Dating Stray Kids

❀ seriously criminal amounts of fluff. mostly gender neutral and basically unedited :/

❀ a/n this took years cause theres so many of them but i hope it doesn’t flop 💖💖 love you guys!!!

❀ w/c 2419

Chan: You were never even dating this man, you went from friends to married in like three days—one day you were single and then you were a mother to seven boys. So many days sitting in his studio listening to what he’s conjured up. Never leaves in the morning without giving you a kiss. Always looking out for you, walks on the busy side of the street and puts his hand up to shield your head when you get in the car. Listens so attentively whenever you’re speaking to him. Wraps you up in his clothes and the warmest blankets when you say you’re cold. When he can sleep, he lays directly on top of you. Is always asking how you are and genuinely wants to know all your daily ailments. Slightly teases you then hugs you so tight if he sees it annoyed you. Will kiss you anywhere and everywhere, then gets shy when he realizes you’re not alone. Is interested in all your interests. Hands are never kept to himself; he is all over you 100% of the time, always smiling when you’re around. Brings home little trinkets from tour that made him think of you. Writes you songs, unlike Jisung they are really sweet and poetic. Calls you all sorts of little names and giggles when you smile about it. Cuddles with you all night even if he can’t fall asleep. Leaves blankets and snacks in his studio for when you come visit. Texts you to watch channies room then gets shy when you actually do. Miraculously pulls out an extra sweater for you and pretends like he doesn’t always carry one around for you. Always has an arm around you or a hand in your pocket. Cradles you like a baby when you’re sad. He just loves you sm and takes care of you like your another one of his little ducks.

Minho: So lovely, but also your nemesis—kisses you then tells you your hair looks silly, or your outfit doesn’t match. Packs you lunches and reminds you to bring a coat. Is always telling you to text him when you get home, he doesn’t want to be controlling but he gets so worried. Says I love you first then acts all cocky when you say it back. I feel like he does things for you under the guise of you doing it wrong, when the truth is he just likes doing things for you. Never shows physical affection in front of other people but speaks to you in the sweetest tone, it’s almost more intimate. Washes your face for you and helps put you into pajamas when you’re too sleepy to do it. When you can’t sleep, he’ll lay next to you and tell you funny stories until you pass out. Kisses you all over your face when you’re sad. Fiddles with all your jewelry, he’s so gentle with it you don’t notice until you realize a ring is missing and see it on his pinkie. Thinks you’re so cute, sometimes he can’t help but talk to you like you’re one of his cats. Hugs you so so so tight and presses soft kisses in your hair. Tells you he misses you then threatens you to not tell anyone what he said. Takes you on special dates for no reason other than to make you smile. Calls you a certain pet name so often sometimes the boys forget its not your name. He not so secretively treasures you and makes sure you know when his teasing goes a little too far—you’re just so precious to him it’s hard for him to express in words.

Changbin: Super domestic and accepting. You could seriously tell him anything and he’d be like “okay, that’s great, honey!” Takes you to the gym with him and kisses you after every set. Loves sitting and doing nothing with you. Genuinely thinks you’re the most wonderful thing he has ever encountered. Constantly trying to impress you: flexing when he knows you’re looking, telling his best jokes when you’re around, bringing home expensive dinners. Pulls you into his arms to dance while you cook for him. Your biggest hype man and will never hear you say anything negative about yourself. Is always trying to pick you up, you could be dating for five years, and he'd still be giving out pick up lines. Whenever you hurt yourself, he’s going to kiss it better, no matter how dramatic it is—you have a splinter, here’s a kiss! You’re in the hospital, another kiss! Pretends to like things just because you do. Literally never says no to you. He talks about you so much; all the boys know everything about you before they even meet you. Every time he sees you, he’s going to lift you up and spin you around like you’re in some cheesy movie just so you’ll laugh. Always hugging you. #1 advocate for daily naps just so you can cuddle. Talks about your future like its already set in stone, like you’re getting married no matter what. Is so proud of you and the fact you’re together—Only has good things to say. Gifts you so many stuffed animals to cuddle with when he’s away. Calls you the most nauseatingly sweet pet names and holds you like your porcelain. You’re literally his little baby and he’s going to love and care for you if it’s the last thing he does.

Hyunjin: The most intimate and earnest boyfriend. Even if you’re the two most different people he convinces you you’re soulmates, you’re split aparts fr. Constantly playing with your hair. Tells everyone he doesn’t like skinship then wraps himself around you. Says something really sweet then acts all shy when three months later you’re watching a drama and the romantic lead says the same line. Uses your shower stuff and perfume so he can smell like you. Kisses every mole and stretch mark he can see. Whenever he sees something pretty he tells you it reminds him of you before roasting you within an inch of your life. Your house slowly becomes his house because suddenly everything he’s ever bought ends up there. CEO of romantic gestures—sends you flowers every chance he gets, writes love letters, and paints pictures. Wears a locket with your picture in it. Has a polaroid of you in his phone case. Sends you stupid tiktok’s and all he says is “it’s you.” So many bookstore and art museum dates. Late nights filled with dramas and skincare—after every step he gets a kiss! Thinks everything you say is funny. Loves you so much sometimes all he can do is cry because you’ll never know. Loves seeing you get along with the boys but as soon as one gets a little too close, he’s shooting them the biggest side eye. Always has snacks on hand for you—biggest fear is of hangry you. So tender and empathetic that when you get upset, he also starts getting emotional. Sometimes when you’re out together he gets really quiet and when you turn to see what’s wrong, he is just staring at you before he breaks out in a huge smile. Life with him is full of giggles. You’re his favorite person in the whole world and he’s yours!

Jisung: So deeply infatuated with you he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. Every time he looks at you, he gets all moony eyed. Is always touching you in some way—hand on your thigh while you’re eating, arm around your waist while you walk together. Has lists of movies you need to watch together in his notes app. You’re a very cozy couple, almost always in pajamas and watching a Miyazaki movie. Definitely writes you songs, but not sweet ones they’re the worst improvised lines about how much he loves you. For all his goofy antics, as soon as you’re alone he’s becomes so quietly domestic—bringing home dinners and doing facemasks. Begs you to watch scary movies with him so he can have an excuse to baby you after. Talks about you nonstop, tells the boys jokes you told him just so he can say “isn’t my s/o so funny?’ Cuddle monster—needs them or he’ll start being mean to all the boys. If you’re someone who wears heels, he’d def be the kind of boyfriend to walk barefoot in his socks so you could wear his sneakers. Pulls at your cheeks and coos like you’re a baby. Takes so many photos of you from awful angles and won’t listen when you tell him you look terrible. So many forehead kisses. Has never called you your name since you got together, it’s always baby, and if you even dare to call him Jisung he’s going to have a breakdown trying to figure out what he did. Hands are permanently linked. Never leaves a conversation without an “I love you.” He thinks the world of you, so fond of everything you are and makes sure you never forget it<3

Felix: So so so so precious. The perfect boy, so sweet and tender you could never second guess his feelings. Loves so hard and so deep that everyone who looks at the two you knows just how he feels. He’s so open with all his feelings, you almost never fight. The kind of boy who brushes your hair and rubs lotion onto your legs. Compliments you every day, and not just saying you’re pretty, but the most earth-shattering no other compliment could ever measure up compliment. Is so interested in you, tries to learn everything he can. Since you met this boy, you have not tied your own shoes once, does it for you every time. Matching everything, wants everyone to know you’re together, as if anyone couldn’t pick it up from the way he’s draped all over you. Favorite thing on earth is when you sit with him doing nothing, he could be doing something he’s done a million times, but as soon as you’re around its better. Presses the softest kisses all around your face—nose, eyes, then lips, every morning to wake you up. Sings with you so loud in the car to all your favorite songs.  #1 PDA advocate—does not care who’s around he will be affectionate. Always fiddling with your clothes. Makes you sweet treats and tells you they’re made with love. Could listen to you forever, sometimes he’ll bring up something he knows you love just so he can hear you toddling on. Buys you too many presents but will never accept you spending money on him. Never lets you walk home alone or open the door for yourself—if he can do it for you he’s doing it. Loves you so deeply you can feel it in every word.

Seungmin: Such a bully boyfriend. Never lets you live—if he can find a joke in it, he’s saying it, but at the same time never lets you second guess how he feels. While he won’t be lovey dovey all the time, but you can feel his affection in how he takes care of you—If you ask him to do something he’s going to complain, but that doesn’t mean he’s not doing it. Makes bad jokes so he can kiss the disappointment of your face. Orders your favorite for dinner and acts like its no big deal. Pretends not to but relishes in your affection. Will stop whatever he’s doing as soon as you say his name a little too seriously. Super shy with PDA but is constantly holding your hand. Is always talking about you, telling the other Kids stories about you until they have to tell him to shut up. Your biggest fan: puts up your graduation picture and top graded essay up on the fridge and is always bragging about you to others. Sings you to sleep when you’re tossing and turning. Teases you all the time but as soon as someone else does they better run for cover. Remembers every little detail about your life, even things that you’ve forgotten. Is secretly very sentimental and has all sorts of keepsakes about you and your relationship. Is not going to be all over you in public, but as soon as you’re alone he’s in your arms and telling you how much he cares about you. If you’re ever sad he’s going to be cracking all sorts of jokes just to you see you smile before he asks you what happened. He’s so silly but so so sweet, you never go a day without laughing.

Jeongin: The sweetest and cutest! Obviously super smiley, but with you his smile is somehow even bigger. Loves to match with you and help pick out your outfits. I do think if his s/o was someone who got their nails done that he’d love to pick out the design. Always packs snacks for you in his practice bag and an extra hoodie in case you get cold. While he may not be the most openly affectionate, he quite literally brings you everywhere, you’re like his third arm. Peppers sweet little kissies all over your knuckles when you’re not paying attention to him. Laughs at all your jokes even if they’re not funny. Thinks you’re the cutest!! Sends all sorts of funny pictures when he’s away so you don’t miss him too much. Constantly teases you just so he can see you roll your eyes at him. Pulls you into every photobooth he sees. Buys a bottle of your perfume to bring with him on tour. Fusses over you all the time—fixing your clothes and making sure you’re warm enough. Acts all tough in front of his hyungs but as soon as you’re alone he’s begging for cuddles. Makes playlists of all your favorite songs to play when you’re in the car. I think he’ d be too shy to call you pet names but he always says your name so soft and sweet its like he’s calling you one. Sings every love song like they’re for you. If your hair is long enough to put up in a pony tail he will tug on it, not too hard or anything, but just enough for it to be annoying. Both his wallpaper and lock screen are of you all cuddled up together. Very in love with you and even if he doesn’t express it in words everyone around you knows.

© luvtak

[aanoia]

for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)

thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

James Potter x reader day one of the christmas advent calendar words; 849 warnings; none this one is so sweet :) also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)

‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.

“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug. 

“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.

“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.

Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”

Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”

I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”

He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.

“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.

I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”

“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.

She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.

Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.

“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around, “James. Hi.” 

He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.

I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you moving us?”

“Am I moving us?”

I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.

“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.

“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.

The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.

“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.

Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.” 

I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.

“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”

He smiled at me, “Thank you.”

“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.

I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.

“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.

I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”

A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.

James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”

I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.

“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.

“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.

“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.

I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”

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[readychilledwine]

what do you think about azriel x autumn court reader , she is also eris’s cousin, where she is utterly obsessed with halloween/ fall and she decorates the whole house of wind with spooky decor and little pumpkins everywhere. She hides little jumpscares, yk the ones that are in grocery stores, she hides them behind closet doors so whoever opens them gets a nasty creature in their face. Like I can imagine rhysand screaming and cursing her for the jumpscare and feyre just giggles w reader

And she make everyone drink pumpkin spice stuff and claims it is a must. Reader is also in her baking era and bakes so much everyday, the second someone comes in the house, they smell delicious treats. She really channels her inner autum court girl. And during fall she really only wears her clothes from the autumn court. She gets az to visit the autumn court now that eris is high lord, and she takes him to town to drink spiced cider and caramel apples and they have the best time.😭❤️

The Last Cabin on the Left

Summary - after moving to the Night Court to be with Azriel, y/n Vanserra has strived to bring an Autumn Court Tradition to your new home, and this year you've pulled out all the stops

Warnings - spooky themes, pranks, Nyx and cousins being adorable, matching couples costumes, general fluff, Azriel dressed like a pirate

A/n - I tweaked this request a little bit, and I hope that's okay 💜

Azriel smiled as the scent of candies, pumpkin, and apple cider hit his nose.

You had done it again, and it never ceased to amaze him. The cabin you two shared on the edge of the woods was decorated to celebrate an Autumn Court Tradition you, Eris, and Lucien called Hallows Eve. 

He remembered you explaining it to him passionately as you two moved pumpkins and haybales around the yard 5 years ago.

In Autumn, it was a night where children were allowed to dress up in little costumes and go door to door in search of candies and treats. It was also a night where teens and adults tended to try to scare each other through stories, pranks, and sometimes decor.

Eris flat out told them when he confirmed the tradition that you were the best conjurer on cheap scares and tricks. He had told Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian of his aunt and Uncle's party and fair they threw for the territory they looked over. It was one night where your Father, the true opposite of Beron, was able to argue that with costumes and masks, you truly could not tell who was rich, who was poor, who was greater, and who was lesser.

He couldn't help but to smile as he heard you humming softly. You were sat at the table, decorating dipped apples for the party you two were hosting tomorrow. "How's my pumpkin today?" He to moved to you, kissing the top of your head before stealing one of little hard coated chocolates you were using. "House looks fantastic."

"Thank you," You were beaming with excitement and joy, flooding it down the bond. "I wanted to make the first Hallows Eve party with Eris and Mara amazing."

Azriel flooded you back with his love, admiration, and adoration. "Did you hear who Nyx is dressing up as?"

"No baby," you added a touch of white edible sparkles to the apple you were making look like a spiderweb, "what's he coming as?"

Azriel sat down, watching with loving eyes as you hand crafted each and every element of this party to perfection. "He's coming as Cassian." You paused. "And Cassian and Lucien's boys?"

"No," you started laughing. "They're not doing this."

"Oh they are," Azriel confirmed. "Sat there while the three of them showed me and everything."

You paused slightly. "Are you going to have to loan out the shadow babies? I need them." 

Azriel shook his head, smiling hard enough his dimples showed. "No, the shadow babies are all yours, pumpkin." Azriel stood, walking over to the closet to put his jacket away and you smirked, watching and waiting. 

You had conjured a mirror in that closet that created the creature the person who was looking into it was most afraid behind them before it would disappear quickly. 

Azriel jumped, "Mother above," and quickly slammed the door shut after throwing his jacket in. He took a few deep breaths, hands placed firmly on his knees before staring at you. "Really?"

You picked up the spider you had crafted from dark chocolate and placed it off center on its web, finishing the caramel and dark chocolate dipped apple. "There's more. My goal is to finally get Cassian this year. Hence why I need the shadow babies." 

Azriel scoffed lightly. "He's used to my shadows, dove. He's not going to-" Azriel paused as you looked at him, a small devious smirk on your perfect face. "You found him." 

You nodded. "I did."

-

Lucien and Elain were the first to arrive to you home. They were dressed like an old Autumn's tale of a phantom who haunted one of the many Opera Houses and one of his legendary victims. 

Lucien looked dangerous in his black suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in the famed white mask the Phantom wore to the performances. 

Elain was in the last dress the famed female performer was ever seen in, a white corset gown with a white lace robe. Her hair was curled into spirals and adorned with jewels. 

Their son was tucked behind them, waiting so politely for his cousins that you could not help but melt at the sight. Or maybe it was the sight of him dressed up as a little version of Rhysand that had your handing him his first sweet for the night in a hushed tone and a wink. 

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx arrived next. The High Lord and Lady had also dressed in a matching couples costume. Rhys was in brown pants and a green tunic. He had a hat with a feather tucked into it and brown belt hanging loosely on his hips. He smiled at you as he walked in a tiny illyrian leather wearing Nyx. 7 red stones were glued in place. "He was hoping you could glamor him to have Cassian's face scars?" Rhys rolled his eyes. "I offered to do it, but you know how he loves when you do the final touches on their little outfits." 

You brought Nyx close to you, and wiggled your nose, making the heir giggle. A scar appeared through his brow and lower lip, "You're still too handsome to look like Uncle Cass, baby." 

Nyx got really close to you, pulling down on your dress gently, "Did you make the peanut butter chocolate covered cereal with the white fluffy sugar?"

You just nodded, handing him the same treat you had given his cousin who was squirming on Rhysand's lap, as the High Lord adjusted his jacket lapels. "Once we're in full swing, everything is free game for all of you, okay?" Nyx nodded, running eagerly to his cousin and looking over all the games and snacks you had. 

Feyre appeared next to you, iridescent see through wings conjured on her back and a short green dress that looked as if it was made of layered leaves. "I heard you acquired the thing."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that there is an ancient God of fear in my home." You handed her a lemon drop secretly. "I really like the lost boy and pixie idea." 

She shrugged. "Rhys just wanted me to wear this dress." 

Eris and his mate entered your home next, Azriel immediately standing to hug your cousin and take their baby from them. They were also dressed as legends. The God of Death and Goddess of Spring. Eris wore a black tunic with gold jewelry wrapping his bicep as he held his mate close to him. Mara had her long blonde hair pinned up, a crown of bones and roses resting on her head. Her pink dress was adorned with flowers and pearls. She waved to you with a bring smile on her face. "How many doors should we be afraid to open?" Her bell-like voice rang. You only smiled in response. "All of them."

They had dressed their daughter in a little blue shimmering gown. Azriel walked her to you, tears lining his eyes. "Look at our good daughter," he stroked her soft cheek with one of his fingers. "Eris said they'll probably change her so we have to enjoy this while we can." 

"Did you let them know we have a little room ready for her whenever?" Azriel nodded, his soft eyes never leaving her face. "We should go change, my love. Let Lucien have his niece."

Azriel handed her off before you two went up the stairs. "You are sure Nyx is okay with the shadows standing ominously behind him?" Azriel nodded, pulling out his costume and quickly changing. You could feel through the bond he desperately wanted to get back to the little Autumn Heiress.

You saw him in leather everyday, but something about him quickly changing into those loose leather pants and that open white tunic with jewelry had your heart pounding. He strapped the leather belt and weapons to his waist while staring at you. "Later, my lady. Little princess cuddles first."

He helped you get into your own costume, similar to his, being careful not to over tighten the corset you had on. You stared at the two of you in the mirror as he kissed your temple. "We should become pirates." 

Azriel shook his head, smacking you playfully on the butt. "I have all the booty I need right here."

The two of you made your way back downstairs. You run up behind your nephew, grabbing Nyx and pulling him into the kitchen. "Are you ready for shadows to loom over you oh so ominously?" You tickled him gently as you asked, and he nodded eagerly. 

"You promise Uncle Cass will scream?" You and Azriel nodded. "Revenge." Nyx said with a serious look. "Also. When are we doing the candy?" 

Azriel ran a hand through Nyx's hair. "Soon, little bat." A sudden feminine scream had Azriel and you looking up.

Rhys had opened the door where you had created an illusion. Opening the door would cause a mist and dust like figure to appear before it began rushing towards the person standing there, deathly thin hands and fingers reached out to rip them into what appeared to be a void. 

Rhys stood with his hand on his chest, eyes wide in fright. "Mother above, y/n! Why?!" 

Feyre began to giggle, hiding her head in Lucien's shoulder. "You should have seen your face."

Rhys glared at his mate. "I will never understand your amusement in these things, Feyre Darling."

Eris muttered softly from next to you, surrendering his daughter once again to Azriel. He handed one of the hand-made soft caramels to Nyx and Lucien's son. "It's more the look on your face that's amusing, Rhysand Darling." He paused, looking around. "Where are our other friends?"

Azriel took a cookie, breaking it in half for the boys as their mothers fell into a deep conversation, not noticing as their sons were fed sugar. "Cassian and the girls will be here soon. Mor is in Winter with Viv. Amren is still in Summer."

Lucien rose a brow, smirking. "Still? It's been almost 2 months."

Azriel nodded. "It's not him. It's her." 

"You two won't be much better," Rhys said casually as he looked between you and Azriel. 

Azriel sighed, "Soon."

You perked up as the door open, smiling in an almost feral way to Eris. "And the show begins." 

The Valkyries came in first, carrying a few snacks with them and adding to the table. They were all in black dresses with black corsets. Nesta had a ceremony knife strapped to her waist, Gwyn had shimmering potion bottles on hers, and Emerie had an old leather bound book. Cassian came in next with his and Nesta's son, holding his hand as he hid behind his father. 

For such a loud outgoing male and a bold daring female, they had given birth to the quietest being you had ever met. You kneeled down, holding your arms out to him and he ran to you instantly.  Cassian was dressed in black robes, he also carried a book of ancient spells and rituals. "Little guy is nervous over the spooky pumpkins in the yard."

You nodded, lifting your nephew as you held him close. "I'm sorry, bud." He reached for Eris, and the male took him, smiling at his little leathers with bright blue siphons.

"Did you want Uncle Azriel's shadows or no?" He nodded shyly, resting his head on Eris's shoulder. "You know, Auntie y/n bought extra pumpkins for you three to decorate tonight. We can have Auntie Fey help yours look really cool and less spooky."

Feyre's smile grew. "We could turn it into a kitty, or a carriage!" 

"Can we play?" He whispered. "And have candy?"

You all nodded. "I made all three of you super special apples this year. And apple sauce for our little princess."

The boys all nodded excited, and you looked at Azriel, giving him the code to begin Cassian's torment. He made a shadowy figure appear behind Nyx, following the little heir to where you had set up games for them and little snack bags for when they got to run through the House going from room to room to collect candy. Cassian stared at the figure and then Nyx. Ignoring it at first as he socialized and got drinks for himself and his trio of witches. 

His glance kept going to Nyx as the night passed and the littles played games, smiling and screaming through the House as they found each hidden scare behind the doors and collected their candy from the shadows waiting for them. 

"You out did yourself and exceeded expectations once again, sister," Rhysand leaned on the counter next to you, smiling as he drank his spiked cider. "Though I would like to know why the shadows are looming over my son."

You smiled at the boys, watching as they pulled Cassian to the last door to be opened before they got to sit with their hand made candies and make smores. "Just watch, brother," Azriel said smoothly, a scarred hand running up and down your arm as he watched with a smirk. 

"Daddy, please!" A tiny version of Azriel pushed Cassian towards the door. "You have to! Mommy did one!"

Cassian looked to Nesta, who nodded in confirmation. "It was a mirror, but instead of reflecting me, it was the King of Hybern holding his head."

Cassian rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck quickly and shaking his hands out. He knocked, thinking he was activating the magic to be ready, and you just smirked. He opened the door and froze before a scream echoed in the house causing Rhys to spit out his cider into the sink and cough. The room was silent, waiting for the shadowed figure to disappear, "You didn't," Rhys whispered.

"Oh, she did." Cassian backed away slowly, putting the three boys behind him just as Bryaxis disappeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed falling into a false sense of comfort as the 3 boys and Nesta began to giggle. 

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Feyre nodded, a tattooed hand covering her mouth. Cassian turned his head in a comedic fashion, whispering it was all fake, just cheap tricks you had conjured to scare the kids. "Just cheap tricks." He repeated over and over until he opened his eyes and looked up, staring straight into the looming figure of an ancient God of Terror. 

"Boo," Bryaxis hissed out. Cassian screamed again, running to hide behind Nesta and leaving the three boys their holding out their candy bags.

"Trick or treat," they sang to him in unison. You all watched as the God pulled the largest candy bags you had packaged out, putting on in each bag after shifting himself into an adult sized replica of the little shadow babies behind Nyx. Bryaxis floated to Gwyneth, seeming to almost smile down at her. "You have left the library?"

She nodded. "It took some encouragement, but yes. We miss you protecting us." Bryaxis moved to Feyre, shadowy limbs moving her hair gently. 

"I am ready to come home." Feyre seemed to melt on the spot. "If you will still host me." Cassian turned to Rhys, his face falling in terror as the High Lord nodded to his lady. "Did I get a window?"

"Several actually," Feyre confirmed. "You have a sky light now. It's enchanted to protect you from the sun and darken the room during the day, but allow you to see out at night and admire the stars." Bryaxis nodded, disappearing out the window and towards the House of Wind. 

Cassian turned to you, "What the fuck was that for?"

You took a sip of water, "Dropping me on purpose on April Fool's Day." 

Cassian opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused as he saw his son and cousin giggling as they sat in a little circle. 

Eris entered the room, smiling broadly and gently pushing Lucien. "Fire is ready if the boys are." He turned to Cassian. "I thought for a second I needed to come rescue my mate when you screamed. Then I remembered her and Aspyn were next to me." Laughter erupted through the room as Cassian smirked at Eris. The two males jokingly shoved each other, smiling as they grabbed drinks.

Everyone left the room laughing as Eris and Cassian verbally picked on each other, heading to the large bonfire. You, Rhys, and Azriel stood inside, waiting for the door to shut before the High Lord turned to you two.

"I had a thought I wanted to speak to you about y/n," Rhys grabbed a handful of the trail mix you had made. "We've enjoyed this tradition so much the past few years, and if you are okay with it, I would like to introduce it to all of Velaris next year."

He paused, watching excitement set in on your face. "I just imagine the streets full of children enjoying the festivities. We do not have many holidays and traditions aimed towards them, and this truly seems to be from them more than adults."

You nodded, smile growing. "I would need you to lead the community on it. Hold meetings explaining traditions, teach the citizens how to make treats, talk to seamstresses about costume designs. Could you do that for me?"

"Yes!" You bounced in place, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Of course I can!"

"You will have to do one more thing, sweetness," Rhys tilted your chin up to his face. "Nyx will never forgive me if Auntie y/n stops having her haunted cabin. I need this to continue until the boys lose interest, and even then after that for Aspyn and this little ones you two may have some day. I know it's been a discussion." He smirked at your non verbal confirmation.  "Nyx will want to take part when he's older during set up and execution. He dreams about it and has little maps of ideas in his room."

You and Azriel had froze, your mate's hand and arm coming around your waist. "What gave away that we were trying?"

Rhys pointed towards your untouched cider and the candy and snacks you and Azriel had been eating all night. "She hasn't drank alcohol for the past 3 months, you have been deligated missions that keep you far from home for too long, and you, dear brother, have been even more obsessed with little Aspyn. The last click was the baggy costume instead of her being your arm candy tonight like she normally is. No one else knows that you're actively trying. I will keep it to myself until you're ready." 

Rhys leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Think about my request. We will loan all the help you need. Excuse me while I go stop my wife from eating all of the marshmallows."

You and Azriel stood there, the shadowsinger placing soft kisses on your temple, then cheek, and neck. "You did a wonderful job, dove. The shadows have been whispering everyone's praises back to me all night." You smiled, turning in his arms to kiss his jaw. "Let's go get smores. I know you have been waiting for them all day."

He grabbed the bowl you had been digging in all night and your hand. The two of you smiled as Eris told the three young boys a campfire story, bouncing his daughter gently on his knee as he did.

Cassian wrapped an arm around you as you sat next to him, "Great party again, even if you scared me shitless."

"Did Rhysie tell you what he wants to do next year?" Cassian nodded. "What do you think?"

"As long as Auntie's spooky cabin continues, I'm in. Ness and I will help however we can."

"Then we should do it."

He nodded, watching as Azriel used his shadows to scare the boys at the perfect point in Eris's story. "Yes, yes, we should."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Recently started getting into green lantern comics and saw you write a lot for them! Could you do a green lantern of your choice x subspace?

Green Space

Drabble

Guy Gardner x male reader

I love green lanterns 🗣️ 🗣️ Reader is a star sapphire, cuz hehe.

Uh, tw for sounding ig, cuz I like it and wanted to add it 🧍 🧍

Guy panted as the pink construct holding his body only seemed to tighten, his arms trapped behind his body and his legs forced apart by what looked like a spreader bar. He was naked except for his usual green vest, something you had ordered him to keep on since you liked how it stretched across his wide chest, and made his arms look bigger when he flexed against your constructs holding him still.

Your eyes met as he lifted his head to look at you where you were standing between his thighs, the mischievous glint in your eyes making him shiver, his muscular thighs tensing when you gloved hands run along them. Guy already felt lightheaded and floaty, so close to that sweet headspace he craved after a long difficult mission, so when you had showed up in that tight black and pink suit, looking ready to devour him whole, he had willingly given himself over.

A noise similar to a whimper leaves his lips as your gloves near his aching cock that’s laying thick and hard against his torso, leaving a pool of precum near the tip. Your gloves are slick with lube as you rub your thumbs over the underside of his length, making Guy whine as his head drops backwards, only supported by the pink construct holding him in place.

His abs tense and twitch as his noises rise in volume as your slick hand wraps around his length, stroking it from root to tip in slow calculated movements. Guy tenses as he feels you pulling his length upright, shakily lifting his head to watch as his head feels foggy in the way he desires, his lip bitten between his teeth as he tries to breathe normally, knowing what you are about to do.

A shiver of anticipation runs through his body as a pink construct appears between your fingers in the shape of a slim rod, similar to the toys he knows are buried under his bed at home. Your lips press against his lower stomach as you rub lube against his tip, making sure to get is slit coated before repeating the process with the rod.

Guy can’t even comprehend the words of mumbled praise that leaves your lips as the rod presses against his slit, the world around him growing blurry as he whines and whimpers, hips twitching against the unyielding hold of the pink constructs you had conjured.

A high-pitched whine tumbles out from between his lips as he feels the rub pressing further down his slit, traveling down his length, giving him the familiar full feeling he can get no other way, only pushing him further down into that headspace where everything is soft and warm and so good.

Muffled words he can only assume are praise keeps falling from your lips as you push and pull the rod slowly, dragging it out of his slit before pushing it back down, letting it deeper every pass, until finally its bottomed out, digging right into his prostate like he craves the most.

Guy doesn’t even notice as you move from between his legs to stand near his head, as the world has become so very small, focusing only on the rod inside his slit pressing against his prostate, and how it makes his mind seem to float away. His eyes flutter open when your gloveless hand runs through his short red hair, vision blurry as he takes in the vague shapes of your face as you softly praise him.

Since the rod is a construct, you can move it without actually having your hands on it, so as you stroke his face and kiss his forehead as he floats somewhere pleasurable and good, the rod pulls and pushes with just your mind, leaving Guy a warbling mess as the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching builds inside his abdomen.

It travels slowly throughout his body, crawling from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, coiling in his abdomen like a spring ready to snap. You can tell when he’s about to cum, as his eyes clench shut, his brows furrow, and his jaw falls open as he lets out noiseless huffs, hips wiggling uselessly against the pink constructs holding him in place.

With a kiss against his closed eyelid, you pull the rod out, just a tad faster than normal, and that’s what pushes him over the edge in the end, his throat opening in a deep guttural moan as he spurts white across his torso, splattering across his vest in thick white strokes.

The guttural moans turn to softer whimpers and whines as the orgasm lasts longer than normal, drawn out by your hands caressing him so lovingly and the constructs squeezing his body in different areas, letting him float for as long as he needs, as he knows you are there to take care of him.

Guy stays in that warm and comforting headspace as you clear away your constructs and carefully undo the vest from his torso, throwing it off to the side as you clean him up with a warm washcloth, the wet feeling causing soft noises of protest to leave him. Its only when you unsummon your suit and crawl into bed with him, that he stops whimpering under his breath, going limp against your chest as you kiss the top of his head, rubbing his shoulders and back as he floats.

[blueraineshadows]

Good morning, lovely lady! I'm very sorry to bother you again!

I have a little request if you find the time :)

I'm going through some stuff in my life atm that's really getting me down, so I need as much escapism as possible! 😅

*******

So after Hogwarts, MC and everybody went their separate ways. She hasn't seen Sebastian for years, but occasionally, they talk via owl. I'm thinking that Seb went on and got a really exciting job where he could travel and explore? Maybe MC got some kind of job at the Ministry that was a little less exciting?

Anyway, MC ends up meeting a handsome man at the office she works at, and he courts her before proposing to her. She says yes, even though she still harbours deep feelings for Sebastian, but she hasn't seen him for literally years.

At first, the fiance is really nice and kind, but he's been wearing her down little by little. A bit controlling. MC feels she's becoming quiet and docile.

There's a Hogwarts reunion in Hogsmeade and MC reunites with everyone. Sebastian attends, and there's still this literal connection between him and MC. They chat, and she introduces him to her fiance, whom Seb dislikes very much. He sees how they interact with each other and is furious.

Seb corners MC later in the night, after a few drinks, and tells her her fiance is an ass. That he's draining her spark. MC is angry at Seb, but there's so much sexual tension between them. Queue elicit affair-y smut between them.

Maybe fiance discovers and tries to drag MC away, but Sebs having none of it? Meh, Im rambling now, but you get the idea 😅❤️

Thank you for the Ask! 💜 I hope this meets your expectations...I got rather into it, so it's quite long!

Emotional/Fluffy/Spicy ❤️🥰🌶

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC x OC William Bennett

Dearest MC,

I hope this letter finds you well. How is London? I hear the weather has been very hot this summer. I can only imagine the assault on the senses a bustling city like London conjures in such heat.

As for me, I have spent three weeks in Italy, and it is beautiful, rich with history. You would have loved the library archives with its relics. It made me think of you and our times together. I wish you could have seen it. Currently, I am making my way back to England, stopping off to meet with Ominis, before returning to Feldcroft.

I hear there is a reunion of our old class mates in Hogsmeade at the end of the month. All being well with my journey, I hope to make it and see everyone. It will be nice to reunite with old faces and hear new tales. Are you attending? It would be lovely to see your face again. If I am lucky enough to attend, then I hope to see you there.

Be well. I miss you, as always.

Yours,

Sebastian.

The parchment was beginning to curl at the edges, she had read it so many times. MC smoothed the tip of her finger over Sebastian's name, signed by his own hand, and felt a weight settle heavily over her chest. His letters were few and far between, but each one woke up the most secret part of her heart. That special place where she kept her feelings for Sebastian curled up tight.

MC had not seen Sebastian for years, not since he had left to travel the world for his new job, leaving her behind to sit at a stuffy Ministry desk all day. She cherished every letter he sent, but her deepest desire was to see him, to hear his voice. It tightened her throat just to think of it.

"Darling, are you here?"

MC jumped at the sound of William's voice and quickly folded the parchment, tucking it away safely inside her blouse. She smoothed her hair and set her face into one of calm sweetness, William did hate it if she didn't look pleased to see him.

She grabbed the pile of files from her desk that needed to be stored and stood up, making herself look busy as William appeared in her office doorway. He looked dapper in his fine suit, top hat in hand, his coat over one arm. He smiled, blue eyes lighting up at the sight of her. "There you are, my love," he said. "Care for some lunch?"

"Of course," she said. She patted the files. "Do I have time to file these?"

He looked at the folders, a slight frown on his lips. "If you must. I will be glad to see the day when you no longer have to be messing about with old, dusty archives."

"It's not so bad," she replied. She attempted a smile, trying to please him. "I quite enjoy it. When I was at Hogwarts..."

"Yes, yes, I know," he said, waving a hand to brush away her words. He moved to tug the files from her arms and dump them on her desk. "Soon you will not need to worry about such things. You will have social events to attend, girlfriends to have afternoon tea with. As my wife, you will want for nothing, I promise you. No need to sit at a desk all day wasting your time with your nose stuck in a book."

He chuckled and shook his head, fetching her coat from the hook. "Honestly, women who read!" He clicked his tongue and held the coat up for her. "I thought we would lunch at that lovely place near the river we like."

"Of course," she agreed. "Whatever makes you happy, my dear."

His smile was satisfied as he took her arm and led her out of the office. She kept her head down and her smile polite, nodding and saying all the appropriate words as they walked from the Ministry towards their restaurant.

Behind this meek mask, her heart was twisting at the feel of Sebastian's letter against her breast. How had she let her old life slip so far through her fingers? How had she ended up so lost?

She tightened her hold on her fiancé's arm, thinking that he might be the only thing holding her up right now. Handsome William Bennett, heir to a railroad fortune, deep in favour with the Minister for Magic, and admired by many. He had charmed her, courted her relentlessly, and then he had proposed. It had been the bottom of a long, lonely, slippery slope and she had accepted.

The huge diamond glittered on her finger, but her heart felt dull, empty. Somehow MC had lost herself and she wasn't sure how to get herself back.

....*....

The train slowed to a stop at Hogsmeade Station and MC stepped from her carriage, hand in William's as he escorted her, the image of the perfect gentleman. Behind his polite demeanour, he was quietly seething. He had not wanted to make this trip, but had refused to allow her to travel alone. It was unbecoming for a young woman, he had lectured. So, despite his disdain, he had accompanied MC.

The Scottish Highlands were looking as beautiful as ever and MC took a deep breath, her eyes drinking in the familiar sights. She felt some of the weight lifting from her heart. It felt like coming home.

The next port of call was The Three Broomsticks. William had reserved two rooms for them.

"We could, of course, share a room," he murmured, near her ear. She felt herself clam up, her fingers clutching his arm a little tighter. He mistook the movement for something a little more desirable and brushed his fingers over her knuckles. "We will be wed come the winter, it wouldn't be the most terrible thing to share a bed, and you could almost say it is a romantic setting."

He gestured at the quaint little village, his eyes warming with desire as he gazed down at her. "I would love nothing more than for you to come to me at night, share my bed."

She flushed and lowered her gaze. William was handsome, to be sure, and MC had shared kisses with him, polite courting touches. But there was no fire there, no burning need to feel him closer. Waiting for marriage was an excuse, and one that would soon be void. MC didn't want to think on it.

"I...I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate," she said, quickly. "This is a close knit community, people talk. We should wait until we are married, William. It's the right thing to do."

William's lips tightened in disappointment, but he nodded, regretfully removing his caress from her hand. "Of course, my love. Seperate rooms it is."

MC fought back her shiver of relief.

That evening, dressed in a dark green dress with silver threading in the bodice (not in the hope of impressing a certain Slytherin, of course), MC entered the bar of The Three Broomsticks. Her corset was tight, but she was breathless for a whole other reason. Tonight, she might see him. Sebastian might have come.

"MC!" Poppy came bounding out of nowhere, cheeks flushed with happiness, her hands clasping MC's tightly. "Oh, I am so glad you came!"

The girls embraced and MC felt the burn of tears as her old friend squeezed her tightly. "I have missed you, Poppy. And look at you! So beautiful!"

William frowned at such open displays of affection, but he was polite when introduced. MC couldn't help but see the flicker of confused disappointment in Poppy's eyes at the word, fiancé. MC fixed her smile in place and moved to greet the others.

Garreth and Leander were there, Natty and a few others MC was pleased to see, but her eyes couldn't help but stray to the entrance, her heart hoping for a glimpse of unruly brown hair.

William was bored, his face a little sour as he stood by the bar. He watched MC closely, frowning when Garreth and pulled her in for a hug. MC had soothed William with soft touches on the arm, reassuring smiles, but she was tense, afraid of doing or saying something wrong. If only he had let her come alone. If only she could breathe.

And then the doors opened, two men walked through, and MC's heart dropped, stilled and then soared, beating a mile a minute. Ominis looked so dashing, and tall, commanding the space around him as his wand led him further into the bar. Beside him, as always, was Sebastian.

"Oh," MC breathed. The sound escaping her lips without any thought for hesitation. Oh, but he looked so wonderful! Better than she had ever imagined!

Sebastian's face had lost it's smooth roundness of boyhood, but it had filled out in other ways, ways that made MC's mouth feel so very dry all of a sudden. His shoulders, his hips, the length of his legs, the way he laughed at something Ominis had just said, his head falling back just so. Her starved eyes gobbled it all, hungrily. He pushed long fingers into his hair, rumpling the brown locks and MC felt her hands clench into tiny little fists. Oh, how her fingers longed to do the same.

She thought she might cry, faint like some over dramatic socialite, or maybe just lose the entire contents of her stomach right here in front of everyone. Butterflies were flipping madly in there and she pressed a hand to her chest, that heavy tightness seeming to become a pounding thud. Or was that her heart?

"Goodness me, is that the youngest Gaunt boy?" William asked.

Ominis was hardly a boy any longer, and would no doubt frown at the term, but William could be pompous and irritating at times. He had a habit of behaving as if people were below him, and MC wondered how it had not bothered her sooner.

MC tore her gaze from Sebastian to nod at him. "Yes, Ominis Gaunt," she replied. Her words were a little breathless, her eyes desperate to return to Sebastian. "I thought I had told you I attended Hogwarts alongside him."

William's gaze was sharp, almost irritated. "You did not. You must introduce me, MC."

"Of course," she agreed. She took William's arm and they moved to join her two favourite Slytherin boys at the bar.

Sebastian's gaze fell on MC and he stilled, pure delight washing over his features. "You came!" He exclaimed.

Ominis stilled beside him, his head tilting a little in the direction Sebastian had spoken. His words were soft, filled with warmth. "Don't tell me MC is here?" He smiled and held out a hand. "Then I must greet her at once. Where are you, my dear, for I have missed you a good deal."

MC flushed and held out her hand, placing it in Ominis', who then placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. William watched the whole thing, his mouth tightening at the familiarity between his fiancé and the young Mr Gaunt.

Sebastian was watching too, his eyes only for MC, as if he needed to savour detail as she had of him.

"Ominis, may I introduce my fiancé, William Bennett?" She guided Ominis towards William who shook his hand in greeting.

"Bennett?" Ominis asked. "Of the Bennett Railroad family?"

"The very same," William said, proudly.

Sebastian's eyes at darkened at this introduction, his eyes now assessing William closely, his lips thinning a little. Ominis turned to introduce him, and while William was polite, he had no interest in Sebastian. He was more keen to speak with Ominis, to rub shoulders with a well known Wizarding family.

William looked down at MC. "Why don't you run along and chit chat with your little chums, my love, and let the men talk."

Sebastian's eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting upwards as he glanced between William and MC. A flush darkened MC's cheeks and she nodded meekly, unable to even meet Sebastian's gaze. If she had, she would have seen the shock in his eyes at her timid behaviour. The girl he knew would have been spitting fire if someone had belittled her like that.

MC left William to talk to Ominis, every fibre of her being trying to resist as she turned her back on Sebastian. It hadn't been enough, not nearly enough, and she almost gasped at the need to be nearer to him.

They sat for dinner, William dominating Ominis' attention, but he kept a possessive hand at MC's arm or lower back at any given opportunity. When they ordered, MC had quite fancied the chicken, but William ordered the beef for the both of them, not even consulting MC to see if that's what she wanted.

MC risked a glance towards Sebastian and swallowed at the fury in his eyes as he glared at William. Her heart pounded. Shame made her gaze drop to her lap, her fingers twisting her napkin. She felt like an outsider imposing in on her own body. Her very ears rung with the horror of losing her own sense of self.

She looked at the people sitting around the table, chatting, laughing, her own lips moving and attempting to smile, but it felt strange. Her heart craved all of this, these familiar and much loved faces, but her head was warped. She felt trapped.

The only thing that helped was the wine, and even that had been chosen and poured for her by William.

Poppy clasped her arm after they had finished their meal. She leant across to William. "I am going to steal your lovely fiancé for a time, we have some much needed girl talk to catch up on."

A crease appeared on his brow as he stared at Poppy, then he glanced across the table towards Sebastian, who was deep in conversation with Garreth. Slowly, he nodded. "Of course, you two ladies have fun."

Poppy led MC away from the table and outside into the cooling evening air. MC gulped down her breaths and held on to Poppy, grateful for the escape.

Sebastian may have been talking to Garreth, but he had been keeping an eye on MC all night, his fury mounting at the way that pompous bastard had belittled and shamed her. His fingers ached from the need to smash his fist into the prick's pretty face.

Poppy pulled a hip flask from her silk bag and held it out to MC. "Here, you look like you could do with some of this."

MC saw the flask. "That had better be fire whiskey," she said.

"What else?" Poppy grinned.

MC took the bottle and swallowed two long gulps, gasping, but relishing the burn as it went down.

"Why him, MC?" Poppy asked, bluntly. "Why William?"

MC shrugged. "He was kind to me."

Poppy frowned. "That is no reason to sign yourself up to marriage with him," she said. "I mean, you don't look yourself, not a happy, blushing bride in the slightest. And, yes, he is pretty, but he is no Sebastian, MC. Not by a long stretch."

MC gaped. "Wh...what?"

Poppy gave her look. "Oh, MC, really? We're not kids anymore, and you are not fooling anyone, especially me. The tension between you two is so thick, you could slice it with a good Diffindo!"

MC's blush touched the tips of her ears. "Do you think William has noticed?"

"If he hasn't, then he is even more of a fool than I thought."

MC stared at her. Horror was one emotion tugging at her. The very idea of William knowing the depth of her feelings for Sebastian was chilling. But she could also see the ridiculous predicament she had found herself in, and it really was one of her own making. But how would she get out of it?

Maybe it was the alcohol going to her head, or maybe she was going mad. Either way, she started giggling, and then she couldn't stop. And then Poppy was giggling. It felt good, so good. It was a release and MC seized it with both hands. She held up the fire whiskey. "I think I need some more of this."

....*....

The air inside the bar was becoming too suffocating and her corset felt like an iron band. MC was flushed from the whiskey, hot and flustered by the presence of one Mr Sallow, and yet he still wasn't close enough for her liking.

She met his gaze for about the 100th time and he smiled, a delicious, sinfully beautiful smile. Her lips parted. Oh, Merlin. She really might faint this time. And then he was moving towards her. Her pulse picked up the pace and she wiped sweaty palms against her hips.

William was visiting the bathroom, there was no other distraction, and then Sebastian was in front of her. "There you are," he said, softly. His gaze was warm. "Finally, a moment alone."

"Yes," she breathed. She stared at him, inwardly kicking herself. Yes? Is that really all she could say?

A torrent of unspoken words hung between them, suspended, dangling like tempting fruit. Now that he was right there, in front of her, her tongue seemed frozen and all she could do was stare.

A flicker of concern clouded his eyes. "I did worry a little when you didn't reply to my last letter. I had hoped you would be here, even if just to ease my mind that you were alright."

"I'm sorry," she said. "That was rude of me. But, I am glad to see you here. I am glad you made it safely home."

He nodded, a small smile on his lips, but he still looked concerned. "I didn't expect to find you engaged, though. That was a surprise. At least you have someone looking out for you, if that's what he actually does?"

Her lips tried to lift into a smile, but she had never been able to lie to him. The words that fell from her lips felt stilted, wrong. "I'm fine."

His eyes narrowed a little. "You are happy, aren't you? I mean, it's what you want."

She knew what he meant, oh she did. He knew her better than she knew herself, even though miles and time had kept them apart. She needed to smile and nod, the perfect little puppet she had become, tell him that she was happy, she was fine. Her life was all roses and smiles, etc, etc.

Her lips parted but nothing came out. His eyes dropped to her mouth, distracted by their movement and nerves made her tongue dart outwards, flicking over her bottom lip. Her breathing stalled at the way his eyes darkened, a fire building behind them, and her traitorous body responded. Flame, searing and coiling deliciously, overwhelmed her and she actually gasped, because she was leaning forward. Her body, like a magnet, was drawn to him, impossibly drawn to where it belonged.

Shock at the realisation made her straighten and she pressed trembling fingers to her cheeks. Where she belonged!

Merlin, she couldn't breathe. She turned on her heel and made a dash for the door, not caring who saw as she grabbed up the skirt of her dress and headed out into the fresh air.

Of course, Sebastian followed. Hadn't he always?

He caught up to her, took her arm, and spun her to face him. "Please...don't." She gasped.

He didn't let go. She looked down at where his long fingers held her forearm, not gripping her, just holding her. No possession, no demand, just a touch. Her lips trembled.

"I've seen you face countless monstrous enemies, take down the darkest wizards and slaughter trolls in broad daylight," he said. "But I have never seen you cower, or hide as much as you have tonight, MC, and it rips me open. It kills me to see you so, a shadow of your former self. How did this happen? Is it him? Does he hurt you?"

"Of course he doesn't hurt me! Don't be ridiculous."

"You're aren't happy though, are you? Not really," he pushed.

Her chest heaved against the tight laces of her corset, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. He was right, gods he was right and she hated it, because it meant she was wrong, she had failed.

"I...we shouldn't be talking like this..." She glanced around the now darkened street.

Sebastian's face tightened. "Why? Because dear William won't like it?"

She flinched.

He tugged her a little closer. She let him, her eyes glued to his. "Well, I don't give a flying fuck what he thinks."

A small cry left her lips as he grasped her hand and began to walk her away from the entrance of the pub, his stride determined. She had to jog to keep up, her little heels clacking on the cobbles, her other hand lifting the hem of her dress.

He took her to a darker, more secluded corner, and a thrill shot through her despite everything. She found herself backed up against a stone wall, his face inches from hers. He leant a hand against the wall near her head, his other hand coming up to gently cup her face. She closed her eyes, the touch of his skin against hers a forbidden flame.

Merlin, she was leaning into it!

"Tell me the truth," he begged. "Tell me he makes you happy, and I will leave you alone, I promise. But if he doesn't, even if there is the smallest doubt, then tell me. You can tell me."

"Sebastian..." Her voice was a whisper, a plea. "Don't..."

"I cannot bare the thought of leaving you with him if he is going to continue to crush you like he is, because that girl I knew at school, that wonderful, fiercesome girl, who knocked me on my arse on my first day...that girl is going to die if you let him bully you like that."

She stared up at him. Her heart hurt. Maybe she was already dead inside and that was why she had let things slide so far.

He looked down suddenly, and she followed his gaze. Her breath stilled. When had her fingers threaded themselves into his clothing? She was grasping the front of his vest, a fistful of cloth under white knuckles. She couldn't let him go either. If she let him go, then she might just float away, lost to the skies, a drifting ghost of herself.

Their gazes met again. How she had missed those eyes!

"Don't look at me like that." His voice was rougher, deeper, an edge to it that made her skin erupt with goosebumps.

"Why not?" She was playing with fire. She was going to burn herself.

"Because it makes me want to throw decency out the window, and kiss you until I can't breathe," he said, darkly.

Oh, she was definitely going to burn. She realised she didn't care.

The fingers curled in his vest pulled him closer until his lips were a breath from hers. "Do it," she sighed. "I can't breathe anyway."

The moan in her throat was relief. His lips found hers, a soft, teasing taste that promised so much more. Eagerly, she welcomed him, parting her lips and offering her tongue, the taste of him more intoxicating than any fire whiskey.

Her fingers found their way into his hair, sliding through the softness, and it sharpened the ache growing within her. Her body pressed up against his, the solid length of his frame so safe, but exciting. Their clothing was an irritating barrier, her skin screamed to feel his, like she wouldn't feel complete until she could wrap herself around it.

"Gods, MC..." He groaned, his mouth moving to taste her jaw, her throat, his tongue swirling up to flick against her ear. Her grip in his hair tightened. Yes, this was what she wanted, what she craved.

MC closed her eyes, savouring the feel of his lips on her neck, his mouth sucking, tasting her flesh. The warmth of his hand seared through the silk of her dress at her waist, the bones of her corset stressed under the pace of her breathing. "More," she panted. "Sebastian..."

He claimed her mouth again, his hips rocking against her, her back scraping against the stone of the wall. She smoothed a hand down the expanse of his back, melting at the flex of muscle, before drifting lower, daring a squeeze of his delicious backside.

"Fuck," he breathed. The profanity sent a crackling thrill through her, and she moaned. Yes, she would love to do that, craved it even.

He began moving his mouth downwards again, lower this time to swirl his tongue against the tops of her breasts, the flesh moving rapidly above the rim of her corset with every panting breath. His fingers tugged at the damned thing. "I need more of you," he muttered.

And she would give it, gladly, she realised. A pin slid from her hair, a long lock tumbling free to tickle against her flushed cheeks. She was lost, drunk on his kisses, his touch, and it was nowhere near enough. She felt like a woman starved.

A rustle of silk, cool air against her legs and then a warm hand smoothing up the flesh of her thigh. The sound that left her throat was almost feral. "Yes, yes," she panted. She grabbed at him, fingers tugging his shirt free from his trousers, a hand sliding up underneath to explore the hot, firm flesh waiting for her there.

She ached for his touch, her thighs trembled in anticipation as he slid his hand higher. Just a bit more, she begged silently, her eyes squeezed tight. Just a bit higher. His finger tips grazed against damp silk, and then he was gone, ripped from her clutches forcefully, and someone was shouting.

"How dare you!" William held Sebastian by the scruff of his neck, shaking him, fury twisting his face into something terrible, frightening even. "How dare you lay your hands on my fiancé!"

MC was gasping, her hair in disarray, her skirts caught up revealing a bare leg. Red marks of passion bloomed on her throat and chest, all the way down to her neckline. Her legs shook, not from fear, but from a need unmet.

"William!" She held out a hand for him to stop, the other hand hastily smoothing down her skirts. "Stop, William!"

Sebastian shook himself free of William easily enough, shoving him backwards and whipping out his wand. He aimed it at William, his lip curled. "Grab me like that again and you'll know about it!"

William pulled his own wand out, eyes narrowed. A stand off. William flicked his gaze towards MC and his fury faltered, his mouth gaped at the sight of her so dishevelled. "MC..."

She smoothed the loose strands of her mussed hair back from her face, the beginnings of a flush flooding her cheeks. She kept her hand held out, stepping between both men. "Lower your wands," she said. She looked at William. "Please."

"I think not," William said. "He dares to put his hands on you, violating you in such a way. I ought to castrate him for this!"

"I'd like to see you try," Sebastian spat. He adjusted his stance.

"Stop it, both of you!" MC had thought herself in a mess before, but this, this was something else.

"I knew it! I knew he was going to do something like this, just from the way he was watching you at dinner. His eyes never left you," William growled. "Disgusting, loathsome piece of trash. You are not worthy of her!"

MC gasped, her body moving to guard Sebastian. He was more than capable of looking out for himself, but she couldn't help it. Out of the two, she would jump in front of Sebastian first. Every time.

"Did he hurt you? I've a good mind to call an Officer to deal with this," William said. He was trying to aim his wand around her at Sebastian, outrage twisting his mouth.

He thought Sebastian had attacked her! It had not occurred to William that she had been willing. MC put her hands to her forehead. Oh, Gods, this was getting worse!

"There will be no need for an Officer," she said. She backed up towards Sebastian.

"Don't be ridiculous, MC," William snapped. "Now, step out of the way and let me deal with this filthy heathen."

MC went calm. She straightened, her eyes growing hard as an old fire awoke in her, the part of her that had been a fearless fighter. She backed up further still, her hands feeling for Sebastian and he took hold of one, his wand arm coming over her shoulder, still pointing at William.

William's eyes bulged as Sebastian wrapped his other arm about her waist, holding her against him. "What is this!?"

"Lower your wand," she said, coldly.

William hesitated, torn, but lowered his wand. "MC, you better start explaining this," he said. He looked from her to Sebastian, to the way Sebastian's arm held her protectively. "Did you let him touch you like that?"

William looked horrified, disgusted. MC felt a brief flash of shame, but shook it off. "I'm sorry, William," she said, calmly. "But, yes, I did."

William's jaw clenched. He stared at her, his humiliation playing out across his face. She swallowed. And then, William looked a little smug. "What will this do to your reputation?" He spoke with an oily undertone. "Oh dear, MC, rutting with a nobody in the street. Of course, how could I marry such a harlot? Your name will be a shameful piece of gossip whispered in parlour rooms. I expect it would be highly unlikely that the Minister would appreciate such behaviour. Such a shame to lose your pathetic little job over it too."

"You wouldn't," she gasped.

Sebastian moved his mouth closer to her ear, the warmth of his breath brushing her hair gently. "Let me take him," he whispered. "It would be my pleasure."

And he could do it, she knew he could. She had seen him kill before, just as he had seen her kill. She had covered for him, lied, to save him from Azkaban. She did not make that choice only to see him sent there anyway, and for her honour.

William shook his head in distate. "You would honestly choose him, over me?"

Her hand gripped Sebastian's arm, holding it against her stomach. "I love him," she said. There was no doubt, no faltering in her words. It was the truth at last. "I always have, ever since I was a girl."

She heard, and felt, Sebastian's breath hitch, and his arm tightened around her. She hoped with every fibre of her being that he felt the same way, otherwise she was making a monstrous fool of herself.

William flinched at her confession as if she had slapped him. He rubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head, and then his wand flicked upwards, a spell shooting from the end of it. His face pure rage.

But, Sebastian was ready. He blocked the spell with ease, and cast Bombarda in return, sending William flying across the street into a stack of crates. The crash echoed across the cobbles and MC gasped. "Sebastian!"

"It's alright, I've got you," he said. "I've got you."

She sagged against him. "Don't let me go," she whispered.

And then the world spun, blackness, and with a pop, they landed onto a wooden floor. MC sat up, disoriented, gazing around. Her stomach still catching up with her after Apparating.

She turned to look at Sebastian. She recognised where they were. It was his cottage in Feldcroft.

She was sitting on the floor with Sebastian, in his home, just the two of them. She had admitted that she loved him. The weight in her chest had lifted. The enormity of the whole evening crashed over her and the tears gathered in her eyes. Her lips trembled, and then she was sobbing.

Immediately, Sebastian pulled her into his arms, kisses rained down over her hair, her face. His lips kissed the tears from her cheeks and his hands soothed her, calming strokes on her arms and hair. "It's alright, you're safe here," he murmured. "You never have to go back there, to him. It's alright now."

She pulled back to look at him, her hand moving to his cheek. It was real. He was real. "You were gone," she sobbed. "You left and I thought I might never see you again."

His face was pained, his eyes regretful. "I had to leave, get away from this house. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

She buried her face into his shirt, clutching him tightly. "I can't believe you're really here."

"I would have taken you with me if...if I had known..." He faltered and took a breath. He leant his chin on top of her head. "Did you mean what you said back there?"

She nodded. "Every word."

He groaned, squeezing her tighter. "Gods, the time we have lost. Years apart...I should have taken you with me."

She looked up at him. "We still have time," she said. She hesitated. "We could have the rest of our lives."

Their gazes locked. "I've always loved you," he said. "I thought it was only in my dreams that you felt the same way."

She shifted up and put her forehead against his. She huffed a laugh. "We're both as bad as each other. Ominis was right, we are a right pair of idiots."

"I won't tell him you said that, he would be far too smug," Sebastian grinned.

He took her left hand and pulled the huge diamond from her ring finger. "Let's get rid of this shall we?"

"I should return it," she mused.

"Not in person you won't," he said, firmly. He twirled the ring thoughtfully. "Wait here."

He climbed to his feet and moved towards a chest in the corner. He rummaged through it until he found a small box and returned to kneel on the floor beside her. He flipped the lid and turned it to face her. "This was my mother's," he said.

MC looked at his face, surprised to see him looking so shy. She couldn't recall a time she had ever seen Sebastian shy. Then, she looked in the box. Inside was a silver ring set with a pretty emerald, a tiny diamond each side of it.

"It's not as big as the one you were wearing," Sebastian said.

"It's beautiful," she said immediately. And it was. Not flashy, not heavy, not a statement. Beautiful, and sentimental to him.

"Would you wear it?" He asked. She met his gaze, lips parted. "As my wife."

He honestly had to stop stealing her breath like this, it really couldn't be healthy for a girl.

He smirked, his eyes playful. "You could come and see the world with me. I think it might look even more beautiful with you beside me."

She smiled. "How can I say no to that?"

"Quite easily," he said. "But I would rather you said yes."

She looked down at his mother's pretty ring and held out her hand, fingers spread a little. "I suppose you had better make sure it fits then."

His fingers shook as he took the ring from the box and slipped it on to her finger. Of course, it was a perfect fit. He smiled. "It's like it was waiting for you."

She took hold of his shirt front, fingers gripping hold of him like she had back in Hogsmeade. "Now, where were we?" She asked.

His lips curved into that delicious smile she loved so much. "Allow me to refresh your memory," he said.

His mouth claimed hers as if he never intended to stop, and she didn't want him to. Ever.

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“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

***

“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

***

Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

***

"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

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❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈. crossover

feat. Kayden Break x Fem!Dazai!Reader | wc. 4.4k

sum. Kayden's meeting with a certain suicidal maniac took 10 years of his life.

Red means your dialogue

Blue means Kayden's dialogue

Green means any Eleceed / BSD Character's dialogue

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HOW YOU MET (Port Mafia Dazai)

Is this even worth narrating?

Come on, it's Dazai we're talking about

How you met the Awakened ones always share the same story, and Kayden is no exception.

Kayden was just minding his own business, definitely not beating someone else's ass when he suddenly saw a lump of black coat floating in the river behind his opponent.

Canonically, he wouldn't give a shit at first. Then he noticed the piece of clothing seemed to be twitching and bubbles were floating, as if someone is dying out of hypothermia

For once, he wanted to do a good deed.

So, he struck his lightning prowess in the water

To help the person reach their destiny faster, Kayden seemed to know the person wants to commit suicide

"ACK!" A high pitch shriek filtered his ears, his eye brows rose ever so lightly and an amused smirk graced his lips. He's 100% that was the last word they uttered before death greeted them.

Surprisingly, the water tides brought the person at the shore, laying face flat on the ground, barely breathing.

He shrugged it off, assuming they're already dead. What caught his attention is the feminine built the person has despite being clad in a fancy suit.

Curiosity took over (probably one of the reasons why he became a cat)

He strutted over the limped body with its back facing him, a few glimpses of the person and he can tell she's very much a woman.

The most noticeable feature was her brunette hair that cascades elegantly down her back.

Squinting further, he could deduce the bandages wrapped around her arms as well as her right eye.

"She looks filthy rich to be depressed and commit suicide." He mumbled to himself before turning the girl so she's now laying on her back.

His onyx eyes widened by a fraction.

She looked rather peaceful, skin pale as a doll and an angelic face that screams danger if he indulged.

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back and Kayden have never been so horrified in his life. How the fuck? Didn't his lightning did the job?

Not when almost losing against Korean's Top 1 nor fearing death, no, this is more than petrifying.

A girl coming back from the dead?! Nah uh! He's convinced she's Satan Spawn.

"You're still alive?!" He exclaimed, uncharacteristically.

The brunette never had a second to process anything and smiled gracefully that sent him shivers, "Unfortunately. Were you the one who struck the lightning to hasten my journey in the afterlife?"

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭? He thought to himself, "How did you know someone struck lightning?" He questioned as he bent down enough to maintain eye contact. She should've been dead by then

"Because fate lead me to you."

"Don't confuse fantasy over reality. Who are you?"

Staring at her smiling face, he saw how she cracked a mischievous grin, "I'll answer that after you join me." He tilted his head, "Join?"

Finally, she sit straight up, fixating her attire despite being drenched in water before taking his hand.

And Kayden who values his personal bubble more than anything, slapped her hand away, "Don't get familiar with me, woman. Touch me again and I'll definitely kill you." He spat out venomously.

Ideally, any person would be either fuming or peeing.

And she did neither of those.

Instead, she seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of death by his hands and without hesitation, she grabbed his hand once more, followed by her signature flirtatious phrase before he could conjure his lightning.

"You look handsome like the Tteokbokki I ate earlier. Would you be willing to join me in a double suicide?"

The rest is history itself

JK

Kayden almost sent her in the nearest mental institute.

He couldn't figure out what's the deal with that woman.

The following days were spent by her tagging along. No matter where he goes, she would somehow appear a minute later despite the distance being miles away.

And would ALWAYS nag him to join her in a double suicide, plus with a few half hearted compliments on his looks that boosted his self-esteem slightly suffice that.

Was she just bluffing or what?

Maybe just wanting attention?

Or plainly flirtatious in nature?

He wouldn't know

She's too unpredictable and difficult to interpret what her real intentions are behind her actions.

At one point, she deduced who would try and ambush him the other day and even warned him creepily about it

But creepy, he meant always mentioning Suicide in every sentences she converse with him.

It almost doesn't make sense and he didn't take it into account.

Until, that day actually came and a group of unaffiliated Awakened people gang up on him.

Of course, it was a piece of cake for him

But the accuracy of her prediction is frightening. Is she an Awakened one as well? If so, then what's her power?

He hasn't heard of anyone having foresight as their power.

Most awakened ones developed powers that are either Offensive or Defensive.

She could be the first that falls in between

He just can't understand her logic behind suicide.

He completely forgot to actually strike her with his lightning with how distracted he is to get away from her.

Honestly, this is the first time he prefers to run away from a person than confront them face to face like he usually does

There's no reason to not kill her. She's being a nuisance, not those typical ones he fought.

But he would actually get rid of those nuisance if he wills to it, just what's up with her that he can't do it?

And he still doesn't even know her name!

"Stop kneeling! Don't you have an ounce of dignity to preserve?!" He shouted over the sea of people around them.

There she was, down to her one knee as if proposing romantically to him, and she is.

"My darling—"

"And stop calling me with those ridiculous endearment!"

Soon enough, whispers among the crowd began to rise, saying Kayden is the bad boyfriend who never gives equal affection as his girlfriend. Oh, he's totally fed up alright.

He snatched her bandaged wrist and strode at the nearest alleyway before shoving her in the darkness.

"Fine! Since you want to die that badly. I'll grant that pathetic wish of yours."

Azure electricity crackled between his thumb and index finger before it began rapidly growing into what it looks like a Chidori.

He expected for her expression to falter, he plans to rip her facade away and expose what's beneath that mask of hers.

He aims his attack straight to her, and unexpectedly, she was still smiling and even cheering him up to make it quick and less painful

In between those lines, she yelled out how boring this method of murder is.

Gritting his teeth, he launched the attack and made extreme tremors that shook the ground beneath his feet, even the walls on either side of him cracked at the intensity.

He wasn't able to witness how she went down with all the smoke the accumulated afterwards. He's 100000% that it got her, there's no way she would survive that attack.

*RING* *RING*

A phone? But he doesn't even have a single gadget with him

"Moshi! Moshi!"

No way... HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! No way he missed

Once the dust settled down, he could see the silhouette of the woman casually conversing with someone on the phone.

Dumbfounded, Kayden doesn't know what greater words that can describe what he's feeling right now.

Your conversation fell deaf in his ears as her face is now wiped out from any mirth.

Your red eyes glinting in the dark, face devoid from any emotion. It's the first time she showed an emotion other than mischief and it sure left the soon Top 1 Awaken in shock.

That's the look of a calculated manipulator and murderer. A look Kayden is still not familiar of as he's only been exposed to the ones who would recklessly throw themselves just to be more powerful.

She ended the call and puts her phone back in her pocket, she trailed her gaze at him, grinning maniacally at his reaction.

"How unfortunate. My boss just called me and I have to get back in our headquarters." She frowned as if indicating how frustrated she is that he wasn't able to grant her wish.

Still in daze, Kayden narrowed his eyes, "Your boss?"

She nodded, "Looks like you failed, Kayden."

At the mention of his name, lightning quickly pelted down to strike her down. She knows him?

Well, it wasn't that surprising considering he's been challenging popular and powerful Awakened people from left and right.

The thing is, he doesn't know if she's an Awakened one like him or not. Most ordinary people with no powers shouldn't know his name

"Ouch! It's more powerful than the previous one."

She giggled through the speck of dust, and looked at him straight to the eye that face him an eerie feeling.

"W-What? How are you not dead?!"

She smiled as blood drenched the bandage on her right eye, probably the cause of the debris that his electricity broke.

"I don't plan on dying by your hands. If you will, I'll gladly show you what suicide actually means by joining me."

Kayden never got to answer her stupid offer.

She disappeared after that, as if she never existed in the first place.

It was the turning point of Kayden's life.

After that mysterious encounter, he just kept getting stronger and stronger. That event can't drill in his mind, who exactly was that woman?

Is she really an Awakened one like him?

Was that her ability? To be immune to their powers?

He has so many questions, and unfortunately, no one can answer them just yet

Not until he finds that damn woman first

ACQUAINTANCE to FRIENDS

It's been what? Years? Five years to be exact.

And he has no luck finding that waste-of-bandage girl

He really did his best scouring every nook of Earth.

Even having a detour to the same country twice, still no luck

Instead, the news about the Great Kayden being wounded and weakened spread across globe and most Awakeners tried to pursue and kill him, or worse, take his Force Control.

With all the shenanigans he began in his youth, backfired

And now he finds himself in a fat cat form with a nuthead blonde kid as his apprentice.

It's been hell of a ride for him, Jiwoo being targeted by Baekdu and being kidnapped, him breaking his core etc etc

Dr. Delein managed to heal his arms, but his Core is a different story.

Kayden had to resolve in contacting the World's Best Healer, Kartein (or so the rich guy proclaimed)

Him scamming himself in learning how to change into a cat in exchange of healing his apprentice yada yada.

Kartein is all over the place when the deal almost got compromised with how stubborn Jiwoo is. In the end, Kayden convinced him to heal Jiwoo while he's still unconscious.

Outside the room, the ravenette guarded the place with crossed arms and unfriendly demeanor.

"Mr. Kayden."

The Chairwoman of Shinwa Corporation came with her right hand, Inhyuk. Both of them plastered concerned looks as they felt someone's presence inside the room Jiwoo is in.

"I heard you came with Kartein. Is that his power I'm feeling inside?"

"Right, he's treating Jiwoo right now." He replied curtly.

"I see." Jiyoung sighed.

"Seems like our country has been a tourist spot for powerful Awakened ones." Inhyuk proudly stated with a hint of wary.

The Chairwoman couldn't agree more, "I didn't expect a detective to help Jiwoo. And now the infamous Kartein healing him..."

Kayden's eyebrows arch, "Since when did you have a Detective?"

"Oh right, we weren't able to inform. A Detective from Yokohama, Japan is behind all the schemes that occurred between the conversation of Suman King and the President, Supil Kang."

Jiyoung continued after Inhyuk, "She's also the one who anonymously sent Suman the location where Jiwoo is kidnapped."

I don't know if her motives are good or not, but it doesn't change the fact she contributed in helping Jiwoo, Jiyoung thought.

Wrinkles decorated Kayden's forehead, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Does Jiwoo know this?"

Jiyoung casted her gaze down, "No, he doesn't. She told us to keep this a secret until the problem has been resolved."

"Why would she help Jiwoo?"

Now this is the first the Great Kayden initiating talks with question.

"I... have no clue. But I can tell you, she's a sly Detective. To think she was able to track down Jiwoo and plan ahead of Supil and used Suman as her trap to lower Supil's guard down."

The Chairwoman had thought this through, she gave her name and even the address where the Detective is working, but it still didn't ease up the suspicion she's feeling.

"She's obviously no ordinary person. We tried backtracking her messages to us but it always lead us to a dead end." Inhyuk supplied.

Kayden was contemplating, the description matches the girl he met five years ago. Could it be...?

"What's her name?" He looked straight at the two.

They let the air of silence hang before uttering the name.

"Dazai Y/N."

Who the fuck is that?!

If only he could fly back in Japan as follow the address to check the credibility that girl is giving them.

But he can't.

Jiwoo is in a vulnerable state, even though he trusts Shinwa Corporation, it's still better if he's the one guarding his place.

He shouldn't be distracted at the moment. He made a mental note to find that Dazai Y/N later after Kartein comes out.

A few days later, Kartein announced he has healed his apprentice's core but would still need further treatment.

He wasted no time flying across the tall skyscrapers, in hopes to find the woman who helped Jiwoo.

Deep in the recess of his mind tells him she's nearby.

But where?!

One Eternity Later...

He gave up.

Jiyoung wasn't capping when she said that detective is a sly one. In the past 5 hours, he would've fed that cats and teach Kartein how to turn into a cat. Not blindly doing parkour.

Fortunately, seems like fate has other plans for him

"Oh my dear Kayden!"

The ravenette conjured a lightning bolt at the culprit and immediately regretted it afterwards, the effects of his attack caused a few casualties and probably a death of someone.

The gears of his mind began to work as the feminine voice sounded awfully familiar to him, he just can't pin point whom.

*COUGH* *COUGH*

"You're really rough around the edges... I like it."

Squinting his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a feminine figure emerging from the terrible blunder he committed.

At first, he thought his mind is playing tricks on himself.

The brown coat and her brunette hair flows behind her like a banner, a few lose bandages were noticeable and that alone unlocks a certain memory on his mind.

"Ara! Ara!" As your silhouette came closer to him, he knew he had found you, "You should've ended me!"

Rough start if you may say

You're attached to his hip that entire day, and Kayden was reluctant on how to act around you. Everything she does is so nonchalant as if you two have been friends.

By the end of the day, Kayden wasn't able to pick the courage to ask about your involvement in Jiwoo.

You stayed for a few weeks; the entirety of your stay has been chaotic and questing

JIWOO met you after Kartein discharged him from Shinwa's hospital. You two instantly became friends, Kayden has told him she helped him from his abduction and couldn't be more grateful enough for you

In return for your good deed, he must commit a double suicide with you.

Kayden forbid Jiwoo from seeing her ever again. Of course, the blonde absolutely disagreed with his mentor on that one

He was ecstatic to know you also like cats and even became stray cat feeder buddies when his friends aren't around.

Always concerned about your well-being and mental health whenever you ask random strangers to commit double suicide with you and even confronted you about it.

Poor bby couldn't understand what your dumb reasons as to why you're addicted to death.

KARTEIN is mostly irritated by your existence as you would always accidentally cancel his cat transformation whenever you hold him. He's also mildly curious about you, part of him is intrigued to know how your powers work.

Oh? Did I mention you already met him far way back when you were still in the Port Mafia? Well, now you know.

You two work well in annoying Kayden, that's one thing he would approve of your existence. You seem to have the best prank lists that's effective in infuriating Kayden.

He might as well scam himself to let you teach him the best of the best things to blow Kayden's fuse on a daily basis.

Jiwoo's group of friends meeting was chaotic. I mean it, C H A O T I C.

When the trio waltzes in Jiwoo's abode, SUBIN was the first to see you holding a rope near the staircase and asked who you were and what were you doing with it.

"Oh this? Are you perhaps interested in joining me for a double suicide, mademoiselle?"

Honestly, Subin would be simping over you like how she does with Kayden and Kartein if it wasn't for your suicidal tendency.

But you two became buddy-buddy in a span of 2 days all because you talked about Kayden's little secret that will certainly make any female scream in glee... His di— Let's not say anything about this matter.

Subin absolutely loves your style, since she into any tomboy look and for her, you nailed that style with your coat. Would often make suggestions about clothing brands and go on shopping spree in your free time.

Our thug Elsa is loaded aright? And she would not hesitate to spend her money.

WOOIN was your number one victim in suicide attempts. Poor giant bby looked all flustered whenever you converse to him, seemingly sheepish and bashful around you.

Though, you don't push your luck on him, if you noticed him getting too uncomfortable then you'll immediately back off.

He doesn't tell you directly that he needs his personal bubble and you sort of appreciate how polite he is.

He would barely saiy any word to you if you don't initiate the conversation. But if you buy him his favorite meal, boy you have his respect and adoration.

Constantly ask you if you like any particular food that would interest him to try and you would suggest the unthinkable.

"Poison." :)

JISUK almost used his wind prowess to propell you away from their precious cinnamon roll. How did Jiwoo even managed to befriend with the likes of you?

From his perspective, the blonde boy seemed attached to you and doesn't bother to confide you about your suicidal attempts.

He literally called his sister to send you in the mental hospital

That's how you met JIYOUNG YOO.

And that's how you completely accepted the fact that you're not straight at all.

You're literally everywhere, anywhere and somewhere lol.

To say Jiyoung was creeped out of Dazai Y/N would be an understatement. Of course anyone can already guess what's your first words to her.

At first, she was only impressed by your deduction skills. She hasn't seen anyone pull the impossible before. Probably, only Kayden at that time but you broke her expectations.

However, Jiyoung can't deny the beauty you withhold as well. You're simply too breathtaking and charming, one of the few females who managed to unhinge her jaw in awe.

Now she's questioning her sexuality. She understands that she doesn't have to be bisexual to admire someone's beauty.

But something about you just lure her to indulge the mystery shrouding your existence.

Enter INHYUK who keeps on complimenting and expressing his gratitude towards you in helping Jiwoo.

Admittedly, he was a bit suspicious of your hidden agendas but instantly warmed up to you as days passed.

You've come to learn he also a hardcore cat lover, which is why you tend to give him the most random things relating to cats, whether it could be new food brand, toys etc.

Then there's KAYDEN BREAK.

Boy did he regret ever scouring the Earth just to find you.

You didn't change, especially about your Suicidal thoughts, that's one thing Kayden ever noticed about you.

He hated how you value your life so little, it's none of his business but it irks him whenever he witnessed you attempting all types of suicide as if it's just as intrinsic to you as his lungs expanding for a breath or his heart pumping blood through his veins.

You don't show any signs of depression or anything that caused you to willingly end your life. So why? Is it just for your own form of entertainment?

Your brunette hair is as long as he remembered, chocolate eyes that gleamed red whenever someone posed a threat to you, aka HIM.

He wonders about your clothing style but never prodded anything.

He wanted to ask you to quell his curiosity, he blames his cat instinct for the matter. But he was too much of a coward to even mutter a word to you without a profanity laced in them.

And that cycle continues until you told them.

"Man, what a lonely life without someone having the kind heart to join me in my passing." You theatrically expressed.

No one took you seriously, aside from Jiwoo who's constantly fretting over your well-being.

Your infamous phase made Kayden vividly remembered your last words to him before you disappear out of nowhere.

"Where are you going to next?" The Strongest Awakener nudged you with his paw as you were mulling over your next suicide attempt that you probably didn't hear what he asked.

Surprisingly, you did, "In Heaven or Hell. Depends."

Werp, he should have expected that useless answer.

Frowning, he jumped off the couch and fed his fellow cats, Kartein was fast asleep far away from you. Jiwoo is out with his friends.

"Why do you suddenly ask?" You readjust your sitting position and watch him pour tons of cat food in the bowl.

Immediately after, the cats began chowing down and it's only a matter of time before they finished up the entire bowl, "Just a general question. I have lots of them."

You weren't dumb to pick up his hints, he wants answers. ASAP

"Hmm, I don't have a set of destination." You vaguely replied, playing with the sleeping cat that has scars beside you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He huffed as he went back beside you, "Is that also the reason why you vanished years ago 'cuz you can't navigate your way in life?"

You laughed half-heartedly, "Guilty as charged." There was an unspoken norm between the two of you.

In spite the differences, you were able to befriend with the Strongest Awakener.

He's like a fresh start to your devoid world. You have no presence or life. No amount of flowery adjectives or purple prose could truly pin down this bare void you feel burying itself into your chest, the longer you exist in Earth's orbit.

But now, there's an unknown ignition of fierce competition slash friendliness between the two of you. Whatever it is, you'd be damn to let that fire diminish without even flaming.

It was the next day when you suddenly vanished without a word to your new friends. Kayden and Kartein weren't surprised by this.

Jiwoo and the others are rather betrayed for your abrupt leave. Jiyoung also felt a bit disappointed your stay isn't permanent.

Kayden, however, has an unsuspecting hunch you'd be returning sooner than they thought.

A/N: Werp, that went well, I guess? Is this okay? PART 2 will come out in a few weeks. See y'all

>> PART II

©OTAKUWORKS | 2022

[priwenshallprevail]

Continued from : Poor etiquette @astridnorddottir

McCullum raised no sorrow for her on how they brought her in. Nor for rough handling her on the way down. He never did for these creatures. If anything, curiosity spawned at him over her like a bottomless pit couriered from her unique traits, what little he caught wind of that is. Which initiated her capture. Novelty abnormalities to her identification -- and he was willing to beat some answers out of her if need be, just to know more.

Know thy enemy.

" Not like 'av'eard t'at one before, lass " he belittled her unabashedly with stoical impasse accountable of his features. Save for eyes that graveled over her studiously with contempt. Almost taking pride rather than pity in her crumbled state. The Huntsman unfolded his arms as he lurched upright from his support to gloat toward her in stride.

Calloused hands were on her before she could quail from him. Snagging her chin uncouthly and yielding her undivided attention to him; a slightly under dressed Hunter in laxed garments. His coat, neckerchief and vest absent. A weathered cream based undershirt clothed him, the top three buttons, with one completely missing -frayed thread in it's place. Undone onto exposing a low neckline from flared collar. Leather tacked suspenders off their mark held droop past thighs in an unengaged bough. With only the lapels keeping them attached to linen trousers.

" Be t'ankful yer not havin' ta endure what most ot'ers have in yer current predicament, beast. Feelin' quite generous today, don't make me second guess t'at decision. " So easily could the coin flip. She could take his pleasantries or conjure his cruelty.

It was clear he reveled in becoming this imposing force on similar creatures like her, that to him, were beasts who had thought so little of mankind. Bending these devils to his will through barbaric methods which mimicked their own allegory. Boldly invading their space at close proximities. Mocking their very misfortunes. He refused to be considered lifestock ; little lambs who could not defend themselves.

Leeches and all sorts of monsters like them will soon come to realize that the Guard of Priwen were none of those to be easily denominated. That they had instead became these wolves in sheep's clothing knocking at their door. Turning tides and sowing fields amid fanatics. Wolves who enjoyed playing with their prey mercilessly. Delving vengeance with the most pain fervently attached. If they hadn't known the name before their captivity, they will soon have it seared into memory to fear not long after.

" Now speak ! W'ere is it t'at ye hail ? Are t'ere ot'ers like ye ? " His grip tightened into corking her chin strict between digits with a jerk to further demand her gaze not to falter.

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

7 Snippets 7 People Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @tabswrites! :D

Here are seven snippets from Silver Glass (contains spoilers, obviously. Also contains homophobia, someone being forced into marrying someone they hate, murder, and descriptions of horribly-mutilated corpses):

1.

If Reverend and Mrs. Grantley knew what was happening under their noses they would probably die of shock.

Lennox — Alexander — is only in Cambridge for three days. (Five, if you count the night he arrived and the morning he leaves.) Then he's going to visit some relatives in Scotland. David tells himself it's for the best, that he is just as infatuated as Louis and in a few weeks he'll have forgotten about Alexander. He can't quite make himself believe it.

Alexander spends two days mostly with Reverend Grantley and other ministers, discussing dates and places that go over David's head. He can't find an excuse to hang around the house for long after breakfast, so he reluctantly leaves. He goes to the library and the cinema, but spends most of the time daydreaming about following Alexander to Scotland.

On the second day he also learns Alexander's age. He spends that night using all the maths he knows to try to reduce the difference between being born in September 1894 and being born in December 1897.

On the third day he volunteers to show Alexander around Cambridge.

"Of course, of course," Reverend Grantley says. He beams at David. "It's good to see you're making friends, Eames."

David's face heats up as his mind conjures up images of exactly how friendly he'd like to become with Alexander.

2.

In hindsight they were far too careless. They assumed that because no one had discovered them yet, that meant no one would discover them ever.

David can't remember what they were talking about. He remembers sitting on Alec's coat spread as an improvised blanket, next to Alec with his head on Alec's shoulder. He remembers really wanting to kiss him. And he remembers Alec kissing him back.

They end up lying on the ground. David is half on top of Alec. They're still kissing. Alec wraps his arms around David's waist and pulls him completely on top of himself. David can't wait any longer. He starts to unbutton Alec's shirt. Alec reaches for David's belt.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

They disentangle themselves and leap to their feet at the first word. David's vain hope that the newcomer hadn't got a good look at what they were doing dies when he sees who it is.

Gwladys Whare has just appeared at the side of the summer-house. From where she's standing she had a perfect view of them. And there was really no way to mistake what they'd been doing.

She stares at them both as if they're something she's scraped off her shoe. Alec rebuttons his shirt. David tries to smooth his hair down into something approaching respectability. A profoundly awkward silence descends.

Alec breaks it. "Miss Whare, I apologise for— We had no idea you were nearby. I beg you not to speak of this to anyone."

Miss Whare begins to smile. Her smile widens into something truly sadistic. "Oh, I bet you do. But what if I go right back to the house and tell them all? Maybe you can buy your way outta trouble, but your little tart will go right to jail."

David has never seen Alec so furious. He advances on her with a downright murderous expression. Her eyes widen and she clearly begins to regret the chance that brought her here. David wraps his arms around Alec's chest and holds him back.

Alec stops, but he doesn't relax. "What do you want?" he practically spits at her. "Money?"

Miss Whare recovers. Her cruel grin returns. "'Course. But more than that. My pa wants me to marry one of you lords with your fancy titles. Problem is, you lot don't seem so eager to marry me."

"I can't imagine why," David says under his breath.

"Now here you are. A lord with a title, and a secret that could send you to prison. Even if you bribe the police, I can go to the papers and ruin you in a day. So how about it? I get a title, you get money, I keep your secret, and you can keep him around to warm your bed. Lord knows I won't do it any more than I have to."

There's a stunned silence. David can't believe what he's hearing. Alec is shaking.

"Are you blackmailing me into marrying you?"

Miss Whare nods as if there's nothing unusual about the situation. David would like to punch her in her smug face.

"Think about it," she says. "Answer me tomorrow. If it's no, I'll phone the police."

3.

The clock chimes six. It's still dark outside. The room is cold and Alec is warm, but Davit forces himself to get up anyway. The servants will be along soon to light the fires. It won't matter if they find his own bed empty, but it most certainly will matter if they find him in Alec's.

Alec gets up too. He buttons Davit's shirt for him. They hold each other's gaze. It feels like they have an entire conversation in silence. Alec smooths the wrinkles out of Davit's shirt. He's wearing only his dressing gown, and it leaves a v-shaped portion of his chest exposed. Davit pulls it closed, then brushes a strand of hair away from Alec's eyes.

He takes the ring out of his pocket and puts it on.

"When are you going to tell her?" he asks.

Alec flinches. "It'll have to be early. Before she has time to tell anyone." He turns abruptly and goes over to his desk. He rummages through it until he finds his cheque book. "There's a house in London. Belonging to my father, but I use it when I'm in town and my father never leaves home any more. I'm giving it to you. Here's two thousand pounds— No, I won't take any argument. You should have much more; everything I own is yours now." He finds a writing pad and begins to scribble a letter. "This is to the housekeeper telling her that you have my full permission to live there."

"You'd better give a reason," Davit says, moving over to lean against the back of Alec's chair. "Tell her I'm your research assistant and gathering information on Orthodox Christianity."

Alec addresses the envelope and seals it. "I'll post this today. We... We can't spend too much time together. Nothing to give her more against us."

Davit sits down beside Alec — difficult when the chair was only meant for one. He ends up in Alec's lap. Neither of them is complaining.

He buries his face in the crook of Alec's neck. Alec pulls him close and holds onto him like a drowning man clinging to a rope.

4.

He and Alec have only one short meeting in private before Alec leaves too. They meet in the garden again and make their own arrangements: Davit will live in London until Alec divorces Gwladys. Alec is optimistic it shouldn't take too long. This shows every indication of being the shortest marriage in history.

"I know she's already writing to another man," Alec says. "As long as we stay apart she'll have no evidence against me."

Davit is slightly less optimistic. Once Gwladys has her claws in Alec, he can't imagine her letting go easily. "What if you have a child?"

Alec makes a disgusted face. "There's no chance of that. I have no intention of ever consummating this marriage."

"If you don't she'll use that against you." Davit pulls leaves off a stem of ivy clinging to the old summer house. "Consummate the marriage, play the loving husband when others are around, make sure she has nothing she can use against you."

Alec looks at him in surprise. Davit can guess what he's thinking. That this is odd advice for him to give. But Davit knows Gwladys is a genuine threat to both of them. The best way to deal with threats is with deceit.

"What do you want to do as soon as I get the divorce?" Alec asks.

Davit knows it won't be nearly as easy as that. But for once he allows himself to dream. "I'd like to travel. Visit Armenia. I've never been there."

"You're not from Armenia?"

He shakes his head. As he answers he can almost smell the blood and death and fire. "I was born in Adana."

From Alec's lack of reaction he can tell he doesn't recognise the name.

"We could go there too," Alec suggests.

Davit forces a laugh. "No. I wouldn't like that at all."

He doesn't look at Alec, but he knows Alec is staring at him.

"Davit? Davit, what's wrong?"

Ever since that night Alec has called him Davit. Sometimes he forgets how to pronounce it and says it like David with a T.

Davit rubs his eyes. He isn't crying, but his eyes sting. Alec puts his arm around him and pulls him close. He doesn't say anything. Davit takes a deep breath. He rests his chin on Alec's shoulder so he can't see his face.

"Have you heard of the Adana massacre?" he asks. His voice is flat. His chest feels like it's going to cave in.

Alec inhales sharply. "I remember now." He tightens his arms around Davit. "You were there?"

Davit nods. "I can't talk about it."

They say nothing for a while. Alec simply holds Davit, and Davit tries to piece himself back together.

5.

Yo-han had witnessed some grisly spectacles in his career. The man whose chest had been sawn open and all his internal organs removed held the title for the most grisly. He had fierce competition, though, including the woman who had lost half of her face in a bear attack, the man who had spilled acid on his arms, and Rachael Patton-Langdale with a chunk blown out of her skull.

His history gave him an advantage. He could examine the murder victims relatively impassively while the police constable was trying not to be sick.

Both victims were hung by the neck from different branches of the tree. Both ropes had been cut from the same length of rope, which was unusually thick and had probably been taken from a boat. The bodies had been dragged over to the tree from somewhere across the lawn.

Victim one: Mrs. Lennox. She was fully dressed in a plain white frock, not an evening dress. Her hair had been pinned up. Now most of it hung loose and was matted with blood. Her expression was mildly surprised but not frightened. She hadn't seen her death coming.

She had been struck in the back of the head with a heavy, blunt object. The murderer had hit her with such force that part of her skull had caved in.

Victim two: Çelik Bey. He was shirtless. His face was contorted into a ghastly silent scream. He had certainly seen his death coming.

It was a cliché of crime novels to say someone's throat had been cut from ear to ear. Yet that was the only way to describe it. The murderer had slashed so deeply into his neck that they had almost decapitated him. The rope holding him up was looped around his chest under his arms, because his head would have been pulled off if the murderer tried to hang him by what remained of his neck. His chest and arms were sliced all over with shallow cuts.

Yo-han leaned in to get a closer look. All of them had been inflicted with a long, sharp blade. The cut throat had probably been inflicted with the same weapon.

He was used to gory sights. All the same, he was glad the news had arrived before he had time to have breakfast.

6.

Yo-han turned away from the safe, and almost tripped over those damn slippers again. He kicked them out of the way in annoyance. Then he stopped.

"Mrs. Lennox was wearing outdoor shoes when she died," he said slowly. "So she took off her slippers herself. But the more natural place to leave them would be near the top of the bed."

He looked at the bedside cabinet. It had a cupboard at the bottom. He placed the slippers in front of the cupboard door and tried to open it. They were in the way.

"The thief also went through Mrs. Lennox's cupboard," he said. "Why? No one keeps valuables where they can be discovered so easily."

Until now Constable Martin had been hovering awkwardly by the window, looking like he felt there was nothing for him to do but couldn't think of how to leave. Now he came over to investigate too. Eames moved to the side of the cupboard to get a better view.

Yo-han moved the slippers out of the way and opened the cupboard. It had one shelf, which had small dividers splitting it into three squares. One of the squares contained a notebook. The other two were empty.

He lifted out the notebook and flipped through it. Some pages were torn out. The rest were blank.

"Do you have a pencil?" he asked the constable.

Martin hunted through his pockets, then produced a pencil. Yo-han scribbled over the first page. Faint outlines showed through.

"I thought so! She leant heavily on the previous page and the impression came through."

"But what does it mean?" Eames asked. "Half grim? Baron nine thirds? That's not a proper fraction!"

7. 

Most women would have been alarmed to hear their neighbour had been murdered and their guest had been called in to investigate. Phil, who had accidentally caused one death and discovered a murder, was only mildly upset.

"I suppose her husband did it," she said when Mr. Seo returned for lunch.

"No, I think I can say with certainty that he's the only person I can rule out," he said, to her surprise.

The dining room windows faced over the lough. Mr. Seo looked out at the other bank as if he expected to find the answer there. "Miss Patton, do you have a boat?"

Phil sensed where this was going. "Yes, over at the jetty. You think the empty house has something to do with the case?"

Mr. Seo nodded grimly. "From there the murderer could see everything happening at the house. If I search it I'm sure I'll find proof someone was hiding there."

Phil finished her sandwich. She got up. Her brown-and-white day dress was too good for a boating expedition, but she had an old grey dress which she normally used for gardening. "Give me five minutes to change, then I'll row you across."

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The Tallis Case

I saw a post about ChatGPT and it sent me into a blind rage, so now I'm sharing a story that I read as part of a pre-med seminar that taught me that no matter what the advances in technology, humanity will always be a necessary part of medicine—and in all likelihood, the most important part.

This is The Tallis Case, as told by Dr. David Nash in the collection "A Life in Medicine. It's one of my favorite stories. Keep reading below the cut.

"I approach my responsibilities of teaching cardiology to medical students and house officers with some ambivalence. Of course, I have always enjoyed and usually learned something from my contacts with these young colleagues, but lately their emphasis seems to be entirely on technical procedures. Few of my charges express an interest in entering full-time solo practice; most are not enthusiastic about honing their skills in bedside physical diagnosis. None believes in house calls.

I can remember making house calls on people who were too poor for a society doctor but too proud for the clinic. My mind can still conjure up the kind of call I'd get, almost always at night.

'Doctor, can you come? Quick! It's Zadhr, he's not feeling too good.'

'What seems to be the trouble?'

'How should I know? He just doesn't feel good. Please come.'

It was usually more a plea than a command. I'd roll over to the side of the bed and fall into my clothes. Bleary-eyed, I'd stagger to my car and fume because it started so slowly in the cold. Heated garages were an unachieved luxury when I started in practice. Somehow I'd find the address, although more often than not I'd get lost in the process. About the time I was cursing under my breath, I'd spot the telltale light and an anxious kerchief-clad face at the window, one hand pulling the curtains apart for a better view.

'You're the doctor?' would be the greeting, punctuated by lifted eyebrows and a faint grimace of disbelief. I looked young for my age. People trusted older, more experienced doctors in those days.

'I'm Dr. Nash. Where's the patient?' I usually preferred to get right down to business, considering it was the middle of the night.

'What's your hurry? Take off your coat. Zadhr is in the bedroom." The ancient female before me was annoyed. It was obvious to her that youths no longer concerned themselves with manners, and she didn't really approve of young pishers passing themselves off as real doctors, even if one could not pay.

Her eyes spotted my little black bag and seemed reassured for the moment. She heaved a sigh, somewhere between a grunt and a wheeze, and led the way.

The house was of typical frame, construction, two-storied and of pre-World War I vintage. The banisters that led up to the master bedroom were hand carved and glistened with a dark patina of hardwood and years of furniture polish. A threadbare runner led up the stairs. At the top I could hear the sounds of respiratory distress.

The ancient Jew sitting bolt upright in bed against several down pillows looked regal with his white beard and long sideburns. His nightclothes were white, and a small yarmulke adorned his gray, tufted scalp. Dark, bright eyes burned at me through the somber dimness of the room lit by a single 60-watt bulb. He offered no greeting or complaint, just a long soul-piercing stare. I was mesmerized for a moment, and then the noise of his breathing broke through my consciousness and I knew I had my hands full.

My examination was brief and confirmatory. The old man was in severe congestive heart failure. He was literally drowning in his own juices.

'Did he eat anything salty?'

'Nothing. A little schmaltz herring; a bowl of chicken soup; he doesn't eat enough.'

She could not see me wince. Wisely, I stopped myself from explaining the reality of salt restriction to an old Orthodox matriarch who was salting flesh before I was born.

Well, at least I knew what had to be done.

'He has to go to the hospital. Where's the phone?'

'No!' It was the only word Zadhr had said. It did not brook discussion, but I wasn't quite wise enough to realize that.

'Look', I started a little louder than necessary to emphasize my conviction and the academic knowledge that my professors had assured me would carry the day once I got into practice. 'Look, he's in heart failure. I can treat him better in the hospital. It's important.'

'Doctor, you heard my husband. He doesn't want to go. Treat him here.'

I knew further negotiations would be fruitless. I gave him digoxin, a diuretic, and a shot of morphine, but he was still working too hard breathing. Then my training finally came in handy. I told the old lady what I needed. With hesitation she went to the kitchen and cut the cord away from the curtains. I arranged the tourniquet around the old man's arms and legs. With the blood trapped in his extremities, he began to breathe better again.

During the next several hours, he congestive heart failure abated. Finally he dozed off, able to lie flat again for the first time in a week.

The old lady had given me several cups of tea during the long night's vigil, so I was wide awake when dawn broke. Convinced that the patient would survive, I turned to go. At the door she pressed something in my hand and murmured an awkward thanks.

As I started the engine, I opened the brown paper wrapper. Inside was a hand-embroidered tallis case, its velvet worn by a lifetime of weekly use.

I wondered how many of my students will feel as rewarded for their efforts."

[ellie-e-marcovitz]

A Valentine’s to Enjoy

A continuation of part 3 of Just the Way You Are

14 February 1999

And it was.

After breakfast, the assorted members of the Weasley family headed off on their various adventures for the day.

Fred and George were checking on their shop before meeting Alicia, Angelina, and Oliver and Katie for a quidditch match. Percy was meeting Audrey, as far I could tell. Doing what, I wasn’t sure. My phone was, annoying, on the fritz and he hurried back up to his room after clearing his plate, before I could ask him.

“He was like this with Penelope Clearwater,” Ron noted sagely around a mouthful of scrambled eggs, noticing my confused expression. Swallowing, he added, “Think it’s his way of avoiding the teasing from Fred and George…”

I nearly choked on mine trying not to laugh, before questioning the youngest members at the table on their plans.

Harry and Ginny were off into London, as were Ron and Hermione.  Both were due back at Hogwarts tonight, so I figured they were going to make the most of their time together.

Bill and Fleur were at Shell Cottage, taking it easy.

Which left me and Charlie.

We ended up escaping the confines of the Burrow and exploring Ottery St. Catchpole, which included finding the village’s lone tea shop and an impromptu lesson on muggle money. It was better than Madam Puddifoot’s this time of year and I ended up getting another few macarons to share.

I got an umbrella at the little shop, and we wandered back up to the Burrow, enjoying the light rain. It was turning to snow by the time we reached the Burrow, and I was silently glad for my boots.

Ron and Hermione were quietly talking in the den as we passed it, pouring over a textbook of some sort. With all the shake ups over the past year, I couldn’t’ve told you what they were studying.

We tackled the stairs together, and I pulled out the dress Jane had packed. A few tweaks of my wand, and I admired my handiwork.

It was stylish enough to blend in while in London, subtle enough muggles wouldn’t give it a second look and possibly still stylish enough to satisfy Andre, should we see him while out and about. I doubted that we would, considering I had sent him a warning owl about not breaking my sister’s heart.

I had changed it to a deep navy from being black (which I was still sick of wearing), which had the added advantage of making the gold sparkles decorating it pop further. Another flick and the sparkles slowly floated artistically down the body of the dress.

Now all I needed was a layer on top. Conjuring sleeves was not a strong suit. With my luck, I’d end up with a short skirt and monstrously long sleeves.

Another dig through my bag turned up everything but a good coat. Underwear, makeup, even my earring cleaning kit. There was a navy shawl, but I didn’t even sense a heating charm on it.

Groaning to myself, I grabbed a crutch, grabbed my bag, and somehow managed to make it down to Ginny’s room to change there. I also hoped that she might have something I could temporarily colour for the evening.

She did, even if she didn’t entirely appreciate the interruption of her time with Harry. I apologised profusely, allowing her to help me with my hair and dress, along with promising to run some interference for her and Harry for a day come summer.

Somehow, despite everything that had happened, it still fit comfortably. Together, we transfigured the coat into something a little more fashionable yet comfortable.

Hair styled and last touches applied, I was all but thrown out with a cheery, “Have fun!” from Ginny.

I hopped down the last few steps with help from a nattily dressed Charlie, and we hurried out. It took a little longer than usual to get from the Burrow and into London, even with magic.

But it had been worth the drive. There was a pub, tucked away not far from where the Lone Star had been, that was called the Astronomer. It had been in the process of receiving its strikingly blue paint last April, when I last checked.

We might’ve been a little overdressed for the pub, but had a great time, even as it took all of my restraint to not touch everything. It beat going to an over-priced fancy restaurant.

More relaxing, but still nice enough for a good date in London.

Arriving back at the Burrow, we managed to say our goodbyes to both Ginny and Hermione, before they floo’d back to Hogwarts.

Later, as we all lounged around the den, I felt content, even as Charlie was getting set to go back to Romania.

This really was perfect.

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[lord-nikon-vent-editon]

This is just a taste of the stories I can write. Enjoy, good people!//

Shuffling through the endless halls of the ExEverse, Lord X prowles his ‘ kingdom ‘. They feared the lord for his sheer power, his great enjoyment of causing pain. He was the embodiment of what most desired to be. Though, with power: came a steep price. Unlike others, his hosts decayed at a significantly faster pace.

From one of the various monitors, a human would seem to crawl out. This human seems on the younger side, around his early 20s. He looked fresh from a metal concert. He had a sleeveless black shirt, with a pair of spiked arm braces on each arm. He donned a black necklace, one that held a silver circular emblem with fence-like spikes. Other than the black boots and Jeans, you would easily mistake him for your average emo kid. Oh how wrong you’d be. The human was coated in a black mist, before revealing his normal form. It was your average Sonic; except this one has a purple X slashed into his chest. Along the tips of his quills, and his knees and elbows: glowing purple crystals grew on the quills.

After brushing his claws through his quills, Xenophanes face grew to quick disgust. The rancid, rotting smell of Lord X’s corpse invaded his nose. “ X, how dare you keep that host! It’s putrid! “ Xenophanes growled out, waving his claw in front of his face. Lord X let out a frightening cackle, letting gravity have his head lean down and stare back at the fellow alien. “ This body is fine! I will not replace my creation!” He barked out, waving off Xenophanes arrogant demands. He continued shuffling down the halls, just searching for chaos to observe.

Xenophanes would stomp over, placing an arm on his rotting shoulder. “ You WILL make a new host! I refuse to accept anything else!” They barked out, wanting to assert his dominance to the ruler. Xenophanes intended to be the ruler of this void, so what better option to show he has the guts. Lord X’s head snapped back like an owl, his red eyes glowing bright. “ You do not understand how difficult it is to conjure a new body! Building life is more than you can imagine!” X sternly told, growing annoyed by Xenophanes’s tone. “ Then we will find you a new host. I will guide you to a suitable hedgehog if I must.” Xenophanes bargained, not slightly frightened or bothered by his anger.

X went silent, but would give a soft chuckle. “ Fine. You will find me a suitable host, or I will make your body MY host!” He agreed, wanting to see what they might drag to him. Xenophanes smirked, crossing his arms behind their back. “ Come, old man. We’ll get you a body that actually works.” Xenophanes mocked, guiding them through the endless white halls. With each step, quills and fur dropped from Lord X’s body. The crystal coated hedgehog led them to one of the blank monitors; a universe that has yet to be inhabited by a ExE. Though many would only see a black screen, the two could see that it was during the time of Sonic Mania.

“ Classic era. If done right, his young body will be able to hold you for a long time.” Xenophanes offered, standing behind the monitor that showcased the world. “ Too Cliché. Everyone always aims for him. “ Lord X denied, gently shaking his rotting head. Xenophane quietly growled in annoyance, and continued down the hall. “ If you want unique, there is the Boom Sonic.” He offered, jogging ahead of the limping corpse, patting the top of the power up monitor like it was a car. “ I am going to pretend you didn’t even offer me that.” He chuckled out, shuffling ahead of the annoyed Xenophanes.

He leaned against the monitor, gently rubbing his closed eyes. Xenophanes rew quickly impatient. “ Oh, this one’s perfect!” Lord X chuckled out, kneeling in front of the monitor like a child watching a TV. Xenophanes slowly stomped behind him, peaking over his rotting shoulders to see. “ During Forces? Why?” He questioned, as it was just a regular modern Sonic. “ You’ll see, in time. This will lead to a great domino effect.” Lord X joyfully crawled into the monitor, phasing through the screen; followed soon after by the fellow hedgehog.

Sonic ran through the halls of the Death Egg, right at the end of the stage. As he was about to make his escape, some of the lights would cut. Only two illuminated the catwalk he stood on, as darkness pooled around. “ Man, did egghead run out of power?” Sonic teased, staying in the only illuminated area. “ Guess this is the problem of making a fake Zavok.”

A pair of footsteps was heard on the metal catwalk, causing him to quickly look back. “ Which Badnik is it this time?” He questioned, trying to peer through the darkness. Squinting, his eyes caught two red ones. “ Metal Sonic, huh? Why not bring those lights back on before we duke it out!” The hedgehog taunted, bouncing in place a bit. “ Oh, poor hedgehog. You don’t know what you're facing!” Lord X teasing, slowly shuffling into the light. Sonic winced, disgusted by the scent and sight of the possessed corpse. “ Man, is Eggman trying to beat me by grossing me out?” Sonic taunted, thinking this might be an illusion from the Phantom Ruby or some robot.

“ Why not put that confidence to the test, hedgehog. We’ll see if I’m one of the doctor’s disappointing robots!” X encouraged, placing both his arms behind his back. Sonic chuckled, speeding over to the rotting faker. Sonic jumped up, attempting to land a punch straight into their face. A grin grew on X’s face, as an arm shot out from his mouth. It grabbed Sonic by the neck, countering their attempt and slamming them into the floor. Echoed laughter filled the space station, as he leaned down to stare them down. “ I am more than you can ever imagine, Sonic! And you’ll be serving me well!” Lord X taunted, his arm letting up a bit on their neck to not choke him. Sonic would weakly cough, trying to pull their arm off his neck. “ What do you even want from me?” He questioned, even trying to kick the alien off.

“ You can probably see: my flesh is decaying. “ Lord X explained, moving one of his hands to cover half of his face. “ And as you can tell, you look like a perfect host!” X told, his claw digging into his face; pulling the left half of it completely off. Sonic yelled out a frightened scream, before gagging as he was about to throw up. Lord X’s other claw slammed Sonic’s head onto the ground, making it lay to its side. “ Not on my new body!” He barked out. His hand peeled off the other side of his face; revealing a pitch black void. Though: his pair of red X eyes remained inside the darkness. Sonic struggled, trying to keep himself from heaving and vomiting from what he witnessed.

From the black void, a pair of arms slowly shot out the body like a suit. Sonic gave a blood curdling scream, seeing a monster crawl out of the Sonic costume. It was like seeing cthulhu; a form so mind boggling and impossible to understand, that it put the hedgehog into mind shattering panic. The true form of X stared down, before reaching onto Sonic’s chest. Slowly: he extracted the screaming soul of Sonic out, before leaving his body as a husk. X pulled their mouth open; amazingly slipping into the new body like he was putting on a pair of pants. Once the monster possessed the body, Lord X slowly sat up.

Opening the hollow eyes; Sonic’s once green eyes were replaced by Lord X’s red crossed ones. “ So: you now have the body you desire. How does it feel?” Xenophanes questioned, emerging from the other side of the catwalk. He stood up, stretching his body. “ Certainly is snug; but I’ll break into it.” Lord X casually told, growing his usual menacing grin. His body looked similar to his first form, with fresh blood slowly seeping down his cheeks. Back when he was still tormenting Tom. A small X would slowly fade onto the chest, though I’d certainly take a while before it became as noticeable as his last body.

“ Now: come. I have a realm to observe.” He told, clapping together and bringing his arms apart to summon a red ring. The two monsters entered, with the ring vanishing as they both entered; leaving behind X’s old rotting corpse. Occasionally: He’d return to observe this random world, watching the chaos that spawns without their Sonic. Even with the new guy and classic, they couldn’t even beat the Eggman’s army. Oh: the joy this chaos brought to X. Truly, it is a wonderful sight

[the-expatriate]

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#5

Sergio asked her, "Ayo, Pari, you got any fancy dresses?"

"I actually do. But that can vary from ridiculous to formal.."

Pari was however very curious, but she'd thankfully humour him.

"Why do you ask?"

104 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

"With you around, this is the safest I've ever felt since leaving the temple for my expedition, despite all that's happened to us," said Ajax the next morning. He took the blankets Pari conjured up and made a makeshift coat over his armor. It didn't look neat by any means, but it kept him warm as the two traversed further north.

"I know how it feels to be in a position where one is feeling vulnerable. I like to try and help where I can, Ajax."

Pari replied, doing the same while she tried to catch up.

It may have been a little comical especially as she too was still covered in an additional throw to keep warm.

"Wow, you weren't kidding."

110 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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Talos was finishing up his rounds ensuring the hot springs were immensely cleaned and bot dirty along side that he walked back to the house to ensure everything was stocked for the next set of days and if any customer or tourist were to come by to stay or enjoy the hot springs he'd be ready for it, he hums softly enjoying the great altitude and breeze of the wind here. The weather is always great, it's sunny which allows for him to grow lots of plants and fruits up on the mountain. He went to the back gardens checking some herbs and green tea plants and of course the lovely orchid tree that has tasty fruits. They are finally ripe for taking, he'll pick them later as he cleans the entire place daily and went to the otherwise of the house where the food stock are ensuring foods are fresh and contained properly.

He took an break after all is done and sat outside enjoying the day, he ate some very tasty food and drank green tea which helped him alone to focus and relax his mind.

Pari had never seen a hot spring quite like the one's she'd encountered.

And she'd travelled to a lot of hot springs in her time.

Of course, she hadn't planned on just how different the bath house happened to be. After all, it looked perfectly normal. Although she'd have had to go for a more private option as not all of the bath houses were accepting of clients with tattoos.

She'd made her way to the main house first, looking a little windswept and interesting.

"Hello, is there anyone in?"

She called out..

120 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

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🐻"My mind is about to fucking - *exasperation explosion noise*"

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"And why is that, Monokuma? What's been happening.."

Pari asked, patting the seat next to her so that he could vent his frustrations.

"I won't judge."

133 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🐻"You said I seemed cool and invited me to give you a shout, so- HELLOOOOOO THERE!" the teddy-bear shaped robot shouts, then burst in a laughter before he calms down. "Jokes aside, hello! My name is Monokuma and I bet my two toned ass that you didn't expect to find a bear. Hope you don't mind"

@restoringhopeau

"I absolutely did not expect to find a bear. But.. eh...cool! I think."

Pari was a little.. surprised so say the least. But it wasn't the worst thing.

"How are you?!"

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@nayrs-thoughts-13​ this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for like two years. I was horrible at writing and general planning back then so this is hilarious if you want to read it 

its been hanging over my head for so long man you have to see it for closure

Logan often lingered in the Mind Palace library long after the others left, which said others usually chalked up to extra research and work needing to be addressed.

Logic was infallible, after all. Why worry?

The teacher wasn’t one to put off responsibilities when they required completion, which is why he stood, late at night in the dimly-lit room, absorbed in a very stimulating brochure that had appeared around the time Intrusive Thoughts had.

A mystery indeed.

Logan, captivated, leafed through the booklet slowly, taking in every word. It was rare he had some time to himself to pursue the interests of his choice. Lately, he’d been drawn to one particular subject—the very one that had been inexplicably popping up everywhere recently.

Quantum Mechanics: The Science of the Future.

The logical side pursed his lips.

Quantum mechanics—or the goings-on at the quantum scale—have quickly risen to the top of most physicists’ debate list. The world of physics has, in recent times, turned its attention to the baffling phenomenon of quantum particles’ erratic (to say the least) behavior. Their maddeningly incomprehensible pattern of laws has left all but the best of scientists with their lab coats thrown down in frustration - have we finally reached the day where our lovingly reliable axioms of physics . . . aren’t very reliable anymore? 

Logan, to his surprise, found that this article invoked a certain alarm in him.

Something he hadn’t felt since . . . the court case. With Deceit.

The very one where logic had been figuratively thrown out the window.

. . . with a definite conclusion.

A logical conclusion. 

Logan breathed out heavily, clutching at the arms of his chair.

The others had reached a logical conclusion without the use of the literal embodiment of logic among their ranks, something he’d been . . . understandably a bit miffed about. 

If they could do that, Logan couldn’t help but wonder . . .

. . . what was the use of him in the equation?

Looking down, Logan found (with some shock) that he had been involuntarily crumpling the pamphlet.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. It was fine.

Back to what he did best: consuming information and making sense of it.

Before he could resume reading, however (maybe after picking different material—this particular article didn’t seem to agree with him) he heard a faint thumping noise coming from the closed exit.

The irregular thumping grew unsteadily louder, now accompanied with a fading cackle, volume mercurial. 

Logan let out a sigh. The cackle was too unhinged to be Virgil, too villain-reminiscent to be Roman’s, too brash and open to be Janus’s, and too . . . vexing on the ears to belong to Patton.

That left one most probable candidate, considering the voice sounded vaguely humanoid.

Remus. He was here. Just what Logan needed—more unpredictability.

Just as Logan stood up, hastily stuffing the crushed brochure into his pocket of his jeans, the library doors burst open, displaying the Duke in all his glory, whose eyes glinted positively maliciously when they saw Logan.

Logan, to Remus, looked quite cornered. There was a certain touch of desperation in his eyes, usually absent all the other times he’d seen him. Oh, and what was that? An uncharacteristic twitching of his fingers, most likely meaning he’d been hiding something. But what?

Remus, to Logan, looked quite grotesque, perched precariously atop what appeared to be a semi-anthropoid octopus (conjured up in the Imagination, probably) dressed in his signature green, frilly getup (though now noticeably covered in trash), singing shrilly and out-of-pitch.

The two gazed at each other, one grinning unsettlingly and the other maintaining a nearly perfect poker face.

Nearly being the key word there.

Remus had always bothered Logan, of course, though he didn’t let it show. Chaos, instability, and incalculability—it was the exact opposite of all that Logan stood for. Remus hadn’t seemed fazed by the logical side until Logan had rationalized the Duke’s behavior (more or less) to put a stop to its effects on the sides as a whole. He hadn’t appreciated that.

As if it mattered anyway; the others would never take him at face value. Logan was the first to break eye contact, shifting away and sitting back in his chair. Obviously whatever the Duke was currently plotting wasn’t going to bother him.

Right, Intrusive Thoughts would always be trumped by logic.

. . . Chaos . . . would always be trumped by logic.

Because even if the others didn’t think they needed him, they did. He was logic. There was absolutely nowhere logic didn’t matter—and this was Logan’s constant.

So the logical side trudged on, picking another book from a shelf nearby titled “An Analysis of Set Theory” and began to read. 

Set Theory was reliable.

. . . but how did it hold up at the quantum scale?

His thoughts were interrupted by an idle, tuneless humming coming from the Duke’s direction.

Tuneless, actually, wasn’t the right word to describe it. The right word would be something more like . . . irregular.

Not tuneless, but irregular. Nonsensical. And Logan hated it.

He started at a sudden key shift, much against his will. Craning his neck in a manner he hoped was surreptitious, the side turned to look at Remus, who’s back was now facing him as he searched for a book.

Now that his dramatic entrance was over, the unsightly embodiment of intrusive thoughts seemed to have settled down. His octopus-like pet seemed to have vanished into thin air, though his debris-covered—ridiculously frilly, thought Logan—garments remained.

All of a sudden, the green-clad side spun around and leapt forward, nose-to-nose with the sitting one.

“What’s with the staring, nerdy wolverine?” Remus growled, finally ceasing that terrible humming.

Logan leaned back, undaunted. “It’s nothing of much importance. Carry on.”

Remus, however, wasn’t finished. He smirked as he scanned the cover of the tome the teacher was holding, causing him to tighten his grip.

“Relax, Mr. Set Theory. I’m just looking. Are you being paid to give a lecture on that, by the way? What is this, the fifth time you’re reading it? ” Remus chortled as he twirled back to the shelves. “Get some new material, dork.”

Then he paused.

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen a certain pamphlet lying around here, would you? It’s new.” He somersaulted back, leaving a trail of trash in his wake.

The logical side plunged his hand into his pocket, glad to be rid of the thing.

Remus raised his eyebrows at the animated act. Logan raised his as well. He hadn’t expected this side to be capable of any subtlety. 

A silent handover later the two were reading by themselves on opposite sides of the library, sneaking curious glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Remus broke the silence first with his idle humming. Again.

Two minutes, Logan thought resignedly. That must’ve been a new record.

A few seconds later the intrusive side (true to his name) vaulted over to Logan’s side of the library, apparently having finished the Quantum Mechanics booklet.

“Glasses.”

A long-suffering logical side looked up at the Duke doing a handstand atop one of the shelves, grinning down at him.

“What is it now?” Logan asked, despite himself.

“Let me tell you about quantum mechanics.”

The teacher blinked.

“No.”

Remus flopped down beside him.

“Why not?”

“I think you know.”

“Look, I’m not trying to do anything here. I just thought you’d be interested.”

Logan glanced down to see the side huff and massaged his temples tiredly.

“No, I don’t—”

"Great choice, [nickname]. So I’ve been reading this brochure over here and I’m a little bit confused!”

Remus stood up and began to pace

“Let’s start with the entanglement. There is no logic there!” He was beaming, waving his hands around to illustrate how much of a ridiculous idea quantum entanglement was.

Logan moved to take the pamphlet out of Remus’s hands, who jerked away as soon as he realized what Logan was doing.

“It’s not possible, Remus.” Logan stated matter-of-factly, turning away.

Remus scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Of course it is. Do you see this, nerdy wolverine?”

“You have to accept that it defies logic. It just isn’t possible.”

Remus’s eyes widened as a smirk spread on his face.

[rindousberry]

❝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧❞

✿featuring: college!perv!chifuyu x f!reader.

✿synopsis: chifuyu finally gets to fulfill his deepest desires with you...in a pool.

✿w: cursing, hand job, boob job, blowjob, all the jobs lmao, pool sex (obviously), dom/sub themes,slight praise, pet names and a creampie. 

✿wc: aprox.2k

✿a/n: i’m back at it again!!! this time it’s a fuyu piece. as usual lower caps are intended and so is the use of this symbol (;)

tagging my bb ♥ @getoswhore​

“come on bro, it’ll be fun, don’t be so uptight about it.”

chifuyu wondered at times what the hell did he do in his past life to deserve his pain in the ass of a best friend. he’s been trying to finish his paper that was due tomorrow, emphasis on trying, since baji just came back from his night classes with an invite to a pool party their frat brothers were having, in the middle of the goddamn week; and of course, he was adamant on dragging chifuyu with him.

“i’m not being uptight, i’m trying to graduate, unlike you apparently.”

baji stared him down, squinting his eyes at the backhanded remark before placing his hand on top of chifuyu’s open chemistry book with a loud thud, right on the paragraph he was currently reading.

"fine then, guess i'll go solo this time. i'll be sure to tell your little girlfriend you said hi." baji grinned, a sense of triumph washing over him as his friend's previous annoyed expression morphed into a mortified one.

chifuyu was currently trying his best to not let his mind conjure the image of you in a skimpy swimsuit.

"you motherfuck-"

and that's exactly how he found himself about an hour later, standing by the pool with a red cup in hand at the kawata twins' estate, cursing his strong libido and wishing he had a bit more self control and restraint when it came to you.

his entire sophmore year consisted of nothing but studying, barely hanging out with his small clique of friends and late nights under the sheets, trying not to wake his roommate up whilst jerking off to the thought of you, absolutely perfect in every way.

baji had a way of messing with him, especially when it came to you; being the only one who was remotely aware of his little crush. it was pathetic really, he had no problem talking to other girls on campus but when you would say hi to him in the halls, chifuyu would suddenly lose the ability to speak normally.

with a miserable sigh, he sipped on his cold beverage, his friends going on about the most stupid shit; he heard the sounds of giggling to his left and averted his gaze for a moment, all air leaving his lungs at the sight of you.

your hair up in a bun, a few strands loose, cherry coated lips curved into a sweet smile; and your swimsuit - god your swimsuit. it was all frilly and cute, pink and white meeting the soft hue of your skin, the way it perfectly pushed your supple tits together and please don't let him start on your perky ass and full thighs.

he had to excuse himself, before completely busting on the spot. 

entering the nearest bathroom, locking it and sitting down to catch his breath, he could feel his heart thundering, pulse drumming in his ears. 

he felt like he was in high school all over again, acting up like this over a girl. 

he was just so horny; and you were the epitome of every dude’s dream.

his hand was already reaching down to pull down his swimming trunks, grazing his shaft whilst letting out a low hiss; but a sudden knock on the door startled him to his senses, hand flying right back out. 

he mumbled an apology to the guy waiting outside and went back to his spot by the pool’s ledge, crisp air hitting him in all of the wrong places.

chifuyu looked around him, only to notice the party moved inside, (while he was embarrassingly trying to jerk one out), as the weather was indeed getting colder. he sat down, legs dipping in the water, staring up at the night sky, almost at the point of pitying himself. 

“is it okay if i sit down next to you?”

to him, it sounded like heaven speaking;when he turned his head to the right he was met with your waist.

to not come out as a complete perv, he adjusted his gaze upwards, to your breas-your face! he meant your face. 

a true angel in disguise. your smile could really light up even the dimmest of outdoor pools. he often imagined what those lips would look like wrapped around his cock. 

“y-yeah, sure.”

he wasn’t trying to sound hesitant, but this was the first time you two ever spoke, he was about to have a stroke. 

you plopped down next to him, leaning back on your hands, giving him the view of a lifetime. 

“what are you doing out here all alone?”

oh you know, being anti-social, daydreaming about fucking you into oblivion; the usual really.

“it got too much for me, i’m uh...not much of a party person honestly. my friend had to drag me out of the dorms.” 

you let out a giggle and he swore he could see stars. 

“what got you to cave in then?” 

you asked, and he couldn’t be more embarrassed. 

you.

“oh you know, he can be very...persuasive when he wants to.”

you nodded your head and he was relieved when you didn’t try to pry any further.

“well, whatever the reason was, i’m glad you decided to come, chifuyu.” 

you caught his stare with your own, the sound of his name dripped like pure honey from your lips, sending tingles down his spine. he was surprised you even knew his name. your lips curved into a sweet smile once more, and he noticed something else behind your eyes. 

“...and i think you’re glad to see me too.” he gulped, your stare was now somewhere else completely; he was suddenly uncomfortably aware that he was probably still sporting that raging boner from earlier.  

you wasted no time, jumping into the pool with a loud splash. 

“w-wha-” 

chifuyu was hit with the ricochet, water momentarily blocking his vision. 

he felt something cool and wet feeling up his thighs. 

managing to open his eyes, with water still keeping his lashes somewhat stuck together, he saw you, in all of your glory with your fingers dancing on his bare skin, your once sweet smile turned into a mischievous smirk. droplets of water collected upon the soft skin of your breasts and if he wasn’t already hard, surely he would be, after seeing that. 

“nobody’s watching, don’t freak out.”

chifuyu was torn; not sure what he was more worried about; his friends catching you two at it, or the fact that it’ll be over as soon as they do. 

this was starting to look like a scene from a porn video he watched once. 

your perfectly manicured nails grazed his shaft, just like he did before, in the bathroom; but the intensity of that feeling was multiplied and he couldn’t help but let out a choked moan. 

“go ahead baby, let your voice out.” 

you put all of your weight on him, breasts and all and he was weak. stroking his cock, you gave extra attention to the tip, already red and leaking with precum. 

you definitely had experience, you were too good at this. 

“a-ah, slow down a little, s’too much.” 

you didn’t just slow down, you stopped altogether and his eyes, glazed over, suddenly focused on you, very needy. he followed the movement of your hands as you placed them on either sides of your swimsuit top, tugging at the material. 

“i bet you’d like my tits all over your dick huh?” 

as if you really had to ask. your teasing stopped with one rough tug later and he was graced with the magnificent sight of your bare breasts. you cupped them, moving towards him, creating ripples in the water as you went. 

the sound of people’s laughter broke his trance, as he dared looking behind him.

“they could-” 

“relax, they’re wasted.”

your melodious voice brought him back just in time for the first contact, skin enveloping skin. your tits felt amazing and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take much more, much longer. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?”

you let out a small huff, working the pair up and down, creating a steady rhythm. chifuyu was losing himself in the warmth , shamelessy moaning, throwing his head back, seeing hazy images of the people inside, through the glass door. 

“i bet you secretly like this, so close to getting caught.” 

he did. he really did.

“tell me how much you like it then.”  

you picked up the pace and his mind went blank. he wasn’t even sure you were talking at first, mind filled only with the pleasure you were giving him. 

“i-i like it, i like it so much, i’m about to bust.” 

that answer was like music to your ears, as you went down and gave him a different kind of pleasure, wrapping your lips around the head as it reappeared between your two mounds. 

“go ahead baby, bust all over.” 

and that he did, giving out with a long moan, bursts of pearly white soon covering your tits and a bit of your face.

pushing out your tongue once more, you licked the bit of cum dripping down your chin. 

“t-that was...you were...” 

chifuyu’s soul had left his body and was ascending at this point.

“we’re not done yet, pretty boy.” 

with no warning, you pulled on his arm and had him holding you close, both of you in the pool now. you turned around and felt the cool marble of the pool’s side on your back, already pulling your panties aside, the water tickling at your entrance. 

“what are you waiting for?” 

you asked, arms wrapping around his neck for support and chifuyu was entranced, looking down at where you were both soon to be met, as he held his shaft in his hand, guiding it inside you. 

“god...you’re so tight.” 

the friction of the pool water made it all the better for you both as he slid in and never all the way out. 

“y-yes, right there, hit it right there, you’re doing so g-good.” 

your praise made him want to please you even more, his pace quickening, catching your tongue with his in a passionate exchange of saliva. 

you felt the hard surface of the pool’s interior marble hitting your back with every thrust, but you were too lost, too drunk on his dick to care; you’d knew he’d be the perfect toy as soon as you laid eyes on him the first day of the new year, too shy to even meet your gaze. 

“y-you’re such a good boy fuyu, fuck me h-harder.” 

you moaned out and he was yours to command, the sound of skin slapping on skin could be vaguely heard, blocked out by the water. 

“i-i’m getting close...can i-can cum inside you?”

chifuyu was whining at this point, pleading for release. he wished he could be wrapped in your velvety walls forever. 

“fill me to the b-brim baby, stuff me full.” 

his climax rushed in like a wave right after, looking down and seeing his cum leaking out of you was like a reward. 

“such a good boy fuyu, you did such a good job.” 

you praised him again, too fucked out to say anything else. 

‘this was definitely not going to be the last time.’ 

you both thought as you gave him a peck on the lips. 

“oy! chifuyu, we’re heading out, where the hell are you?”

you giggled, your little toy was absolutely terrified as you saw baji looking around the house for his blonde friend. he was never going to let this one go. 

“what do you say, we get out of here?” 

you asked, wishfully. 

“out of here, w-where?”

he looked lost, like a puppy, you laughed. 

“i could think of a place...” 

[strawbabysimp]

Pretty Boy || Sub!Sanji x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Sub!Sanji x GN!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Crossdressing, Feminization, Hand Jobs, Praise, Spanking

"Come on out now," you beckoned to the man on the other side of the door. The Strawhats had set out for the night, partying with some of the townsfolk in a festival that was known to last days. You had thought of heading out to check out the island more but the empty ship was simply too good of a chance to pass up on, promising your boyfriend the two of you would go and check it out another day. Tonight was for you and you alone.

You caught sight of him as he stepped into the boy's dorms, head pointing to the floor, not able to fully shield the blush that had spread across his cheeks. Your gaze trailed down his body slowly, taking in the way his tight blue top outlined the curves of his muscles, going down further to see the white skirt he had chosen flowing out from his waist making his curves even more prominent. The pleated material gave way to bare legs pressed together at an angle, his body shifting around in a show of nervousness. Despite the anxious movements, you could see how his cock pressed against the fabric behind his interlaced fingers, already hard from presenting himself in front of you.

"You look beautiful."

His head shot up to meet your eyes, eyebrows raised in shock. He seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts as he stood in the center of the room unsure of his next move. You met his expression with a soft smile, curving your fingers in a silent request to come closer. You needed to touch him, not even in a sexual sense - though that would surely occur - but rather to appreciate his beauty with more than merely your eyes.

The cook made his way in front of you, standing between your legs as you sat down on the kotatsu that was placed further into the room. Your hands found his hips, sliding under the shirt to rub your thumbs across the soft skin above his waistline in appreciation. Blond strands shielded one of his eyes in his usual fashion, leaving the one blue to shine on its lonesome but being no less stunning.

"You seem to like it," Sanji said casually, a small bit of edge to his tone. "I really do," you reassured him, moving your palms to press against his back. A smirk made its way to your lips at your next words, gaze traveling back down.

"Looks like you do too."

Your hands left his shirt, one settling on the front of his skirt to palm at the bulge found there as the other slid down to grip onto the back. You gave his backside a harsh slap, finding pleasure in the way his body shivered at the contact, his weight settling against the palm as a sign of want. "You're already so hard. I haven't even touched you yet." Your reprimand did little but bring a small upturn to the blond's lips, eyelids lowering as you continued to massage his cock through the fabric.

You could feel the precum gathering from underneath the garment, surprised by how easy the slide of it was before your mind conjured up the only reasonable explanation. Your hand moved quickly, gripping onto the bottom of the skirt with eagerness.

"W-wait," the stuttering Strawhat held your hand in place, "I'm not... Wait..." His half-hearted pleas fell on deaf ear as you wrenched the clothing from his weak grasp to reveal a most pleasant sight.

"Not even panties? Is that how desperate you are for me?"

Seeing he had lost the battle, Sanji nodded, eyes stuck on the kotatsu underneath you in an attempt to avoid how blatantly you stared at his bare and leaking hardness. His erection twitched at the attention, a chuckle leaving your mouth as a flush spread down the cook's neck from the unintentional response.

You cherished the way he felt in your hand, sliding up and down the shaft with a steady pace that was sure to leave Sanji wrecked by the time you were done. Not only was his dick displayed in all its glory, but his ass laid just beneath the flowing skirt. You shifted against the wooden surface in interest. Your fingers dug into the rounded flesh, pulling the cheek away to reveal his hole. While you were unable to see it, you could tell from the sudden moan slipping from the man before you that he was enjoying the indirect tug at his hole, feeling the muscle stretch from your massaging motions to his backside.

As his noises began to pick up, whines and harsh breaths rising in volume as his orgasm built, you pulled away much to the man's dismay. Sanji let out a needy sound, lips pouting and eyes watering from being denied your touch so suddenly. You shushed him, standing up and guiding him into your spot with the hand on his ass.

"Up you go," you instructed him. He slid back on the hard surface, your arm moving to manhandle him into your wanted position. He was left on his hands and knees, a confused expression directed at you as his lips parted to ask what you were doing. You didn't let him finish his question, the fingers that had previously been encircling his cock now sliding between his cheeks, smearing his own precum around the exposed hole.

He gasped when the first finger entered him, pushing back on the digit as you slowly began to fuck him. You kneeled to get a good look at his face, grasping onto his chin so he was forced to face you despite his shyness at the lewdness he displayed. Once his hole eagerly sucked in your finger you added another, pumping your hand into him at a faster pace while the other dipped into the agape mouth before you.

Your boyfriend drooled over your fingers, wetness coating them as muffled groans left him. Once you were satisfied with the amount you let his head drop down to rest on his hands, cheek smooshed into his arms as you returned to catering to both his cock and ass.

"You look so pretty like this," your words were gentle, a clear contrast to the now three fingers stretching his ass. "You do know that right? How good you look when I fuck you? Maybe I'll have to put you in front of a mirror and make you watch all these lewd expressions one day. It's such a shame you can't see yourself now. A proper slut, you are."

A sob sounded between you two, tears falling from his waterline as your fingers curled deep inside him. Sanji was unable to defend himself against your claims of pervertedness, probably useless anyway if the way his cock was leaking in your hand was anything to go by. Wetness continued to trail down his cheeks, cries and moans merging together to pair well with his rapidly approaching orgasm.

You felt him clench around your hand, as he sobbed into his arm, cock shooting out ropes of cum not unlike the white spilling from his ass while you pressed against his walls. You slowed down your thrusts before pulling out, taking a good look at how wrecked the cook looked before you.

"I think you may have enjoyed this even more than me," you chuckled at his glazed over eyes.