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anxiuscoffin · 5 days

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Frolicking and Fornication

This is a fanfic for my friend, it’s with his oc and a fem y/n

Klams x fem!witch!y/n (smut)

WARNINGS: 18 + MDNI! PnV sex, cream pie, hair pulling, biting, claws, against a tree, kissing/makeout, fingering, a bit of praise and degradation, dirty talk. Demon x mortal

Not proofread!

(Very badly written because I wrote it but hey, it’s something. )

Y/n was a witch that lived in the depts of the woods. She had a small cozy little cottage with a garden to grow her herbs, spending the days making potions, brews and spells for the folk in the near buy village.

One day she had to venture in to the forest to grab some more uncommon ingredients for a spell she was making for the blacksmith. She had been searching for hours at this point and was ready to go home and give up for the day, but as she was ready to leave she heard the snap of a twig and saw something in the corner of her eye.

“I already heard you there is no use hiding. Show yourself” she says, her voice firm and eyes scanning the area. She got her wand ready in case of danger and that’s when he stepped in to the light of the setting sun from behind the trees

He was tall, long dark ruffled hair with large protruding horns from his head, amber coloured shining eyes and a lean strong physique. She had never seen a creature like him before. Her curiosity peaked as she studied him from head to toe

”See something you like little mortal?” He said, his voice deep and rumbling. She huffed at his comment as she crossed her arms over your chest. “What are you and why are you here?” She asked, and he laughed at her fearlessness. “I am demon and my name is Klamstrakur, i visit this mortal realm once in a blue moon to get some delight from the souls that reside here” He says amused as he stares at the girl in front of him with curiosity.

She walks closer to him circling him as she studies him clearly fascinated. She had never seen a demon in the flesh before, she only ever read about them in the scrolls of dark magic. “I’ve never met a demon before, my name is Y/N I’m a witch, I live here in the forest” she looked up in to his emerald coloured eyes as she studied his face “Ah, a witch, how fascinating. Well, it’s quite the pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Tell me, how does a captivating witch such as yourself end up residing in a forest?” He asks seeming to be as curious of her as she is of him “I like the forest it feels like home, I’ve always felt connected to nature so it’s only natural that I would want to be within it” she says in a matter of fact as she gently touches one of his horns curiously “Well, your affinity for nature is something to be admired, Y/N. The forest is indeed a beautiful place, one full of life and mystery. But I must ask, does it not get lonely living out here all by yourself?” He says, a small smirk in his lips as he steps closer to her, twirling a lock of her hair.

She blushed, not expecting him to be so bold, but he wasn’t wrong. It could be rather lonely at times. She nods slowly, holding eye contact. He chuckles, his voice smooth like velvet, “ I thought as much. Poor thing how long has it been since you felt the touch of another?” He says as he gently pulls her closer to him by the waist, and the other stroking her hair. She had no idea why she would let this strange creature near her let alone touch her but for some reason it just felt..right.

Klàms smirk grew wider as he leaned in, their lips almost touching as she felt his breath on her, she made the final move as she leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. He let out a deep hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, pinning her against the tree he was hiding behind before.

She hadn’t felt this in so long she had almost forgotten how good it could be, she couldn’t care less that he was a hellish creature she wanted him and she wanted him now. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as he lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist.

They pulled away for air and then he attacked her neck, sharp teeth gracing her skin as a shiver ran down her spine. She whined softly as she clung to him, needy and wanting as she tangled her fingers in his long black curls. Her breath coming out in short pants “please..” she whined, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he pulled back to look at her “Use your words little one, I might be a demon but I don’t read minds” she huffs in annoyance as she gives him a slight glare “please just touch me..I need it..” her voice trembles with desperation, her eyes filled with need as she clung to him.

He kissed her again, this time with more passion as he hiked up her dress around her waist, gently rubbing two of his callused fingers along her panties. “My…already so wet and I have barely touched you. Such a needy little witch I’ve found myself” he said as he trailed his lip down her neck, she was moving her hips against his fingers, trying to get some sort of friction as her blown out pupils met his. A deep growl came from within his chest as he slid her panties to the side and slid one of his fingers in to her.

A soft moan left her lips as she held on to his shoulders for support. “More..” she whispers in to his ear and he chuckled, sliding in another finger as he curled them up in to her spot. Her eyes practically rolled back in to her skull at the pressure as she moaned louder, grinding down on to his fingers “such a pretty girl..and to think you would be this desperate. It must have been ages since you felt something quite this good hasn’t it?”

She whines as she kisses down his collar bone, her soft lips tickling his skin and he hums in amusement as he speaks “Greedy little thing, hm? Still not satisfied even as I’m knuckles deep in to your dripping cunt?” He tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her head back gently to meet his gaze, his other hand unbuckling his belt and freeing his hard cock, long and girthy with a prominent vein along it, pre-cum already dripping.

He lined up his tip with her wet entrance as she squirmed slightly. He moved his hips forward sinking in to her warmth as his clawed hand dug in to her thigh, her body still pressed up against the tree as she threw her head back, a loud moan ripping it way out her throat.

He was so big, stretching her out and filling her to the brim. “F-fuck, Klams..!” She exclaimed in a breathy moan as he began to thrust in to her, her leg pulling him closer in my the waist as she wraps her arms around his shoulder. He gently bit down on her shoulder, his sharp teeth threatening to puncture her delicate skin

He growled as he pulled out and flipped her around, pressing her front to the tree as he spread her legs, plunging back in to her, he tangled his claws in to her hair as he pulled it, ravaging her as he leaned down to whisper in to her ear ”Y/N..fuck you are taking me so well..filthy whore, practically creaming all over my cock already” he moans as he keeps thrusting in to her, a hand on her waist as the other keeps pulling her hair.

She was a mess, her face contorting in pleasure as she moans and whimper his name out like a prayer, she was getting closer to her climax as she started moving her hips back against him. He smirked as he felt her grind in to him in time with his thrusts as he started pounding in to her harder. The hand on her waist reaching down to rub at her clit while the other moved to play with her sensitive nipples.

She clenched around him at the sudden change of pace, a yelp followed by a loud moan made its way from her lips as she dug her nails in to the bark of the tree. “Cum for me slut..cum on my cock like the filthy harlot you are” he growled in her ear and that was her undoing

She came harshly, squirting as her juices dripped down his balls and covered his lower abdomen, her slick running down her thighs as he kept thrusting in to her, his pace quickening as he was also at his limit. Tears of pleasure rand down her face as she moans, the overstimulation was getting to her. It was to much and she could feel the coil inside of her starting to unwind again

With a final thrust he pulled her back up against his chest by the hair, pressing her close to him as he plunged in to her as deep as he could. He came deep inside of her right as she reached her second peak and came with him.

She was flushed, breathing heavily as she leaned back against him. He was also panting, holding her steady. After a while he pulled out of her with a grunt, a small whimper leaving her lips at the feeling as she leaned forward to hold on to the tree again. Klams stepped back and admired their mixed cum running down her leg, her tired eyes looking back at him over her shoulder.

They both got dressed again as she looked at him with a satisfied smile, he felt non the different from before if not just a little less pent up

“Will I ever see you again?” She finally says after a long silence. She wanted to know more about demons and definitely wanted to experience him more after the way he handled her

He smirked down at Y/N, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Only time can tell, but something tells me we will meet again very soon, little witch” he said as he slowly started making his way in to the shadows of the trees again

She stood there a bit stunned after the whole ordeal but she was exited at the possibility of seeing him again…

To be continued ..?

(Idk what tags to use man)

#oc #smut #demon oc #not my oc #claws #sharp teeth #forest #witch #y/n #for a friend

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all-about-seggs · 4 years

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When the Sun goes down -

Pairing: Siren! Satoru x female reader

Warning’s: 18+, Monster AU, Exophilia from the readers side, a bit of a voice kink ( not sure in this one but eh), blow job, cum swallowing, smut.

A/n: You have NO IDEA how much I enjoyed writing this, I wanted to do a monster verse au but didn’t knew how to go on about doing it so thank you @kinbari14 for your amazing concept! I’m not really confident in the ending cuz I started writing for fun and basically had no idea for how I wanted the story to go so I apologise in advance.

The Blue sky mixed with its tangerine hues indicated another day at work coming to an end. But for you, setting of the sun only brought a curious gleam in your eyes.

For a few weeks, visiting Satoru had become a daily part of your life, every evening became more exhilarating than the other as you followed his honeyed voice to the abandoned warehouse, the place he chose for your rendezvous.

Upon entering the place, your eyes searched for that familiar figure whose smile sent bolts of shiver down your spine.

To feel connected to such an otherworldly creature was scary on its own yet it never failed to give the kind of thrill a mortal could experience in their life, his sweet tantalizing voice drew you closer everyday until you found yourself reaching out for him.

“Welcome back Y/n chan~ , you're early today”, he said in the same melodious voice that he always used to lure you away from the world you belonged to.

Sitting on a dried bale of hay that was strewn around carelessly, he looked up at your standing figure. The buliding was dark, only having the thin stips of moonlight illuminating the way.

“ I couldn’t wait to see you”, the words leaving your lips sometimes surprised you, normally you’d never be so desperate to spend time with a guy but his very existence made you want to know all about his kind, more specifically himself.

“ Hmmmm, how sweet~ you’ll make me blush!”, His was joking as always and you could never tell what he was actually thinking, “ I’ll be leaving soon”, his sudden drop in tone was surprisingly deep, the Satoru you’ve spend time with up untill now was never this serious, it made you uneasy, just the thought of not getting to see his face or hear his beautiful voice was too much to bear.

It’s not like he owed you an explanation as to where or why he was going. You two weren’t even friends, just two creatures drawn to another to quench their curiosity. But you heart thumed in your chest, painfully so at his declaration.

You stood in silence for the next couple of seconds to steel your nerves, because your next course of action was, irrational, to say atleast. Kneeling down in front of him, you looked at his covered eyes, “ I don’t want you to go Satoru”, your quiet but firm confession made his lips quirk upwards in a haughty smirk.

“ Why not y/n?", Pretending to think he paused for a few seconds before continuing, "…......OH! Don’t tell me - you’re in love with me! Is that it?”, His jovial quips would make anyone annoyed, he always did loved feeling superior to everyone. But you decided that you wouldn’t back down.

“What if I am?”, Adding more sass in your own voice you simply added, your hands trailing up his sturdy thighs.

His smirk only grew wider as he streched his arms behind his head, enjoying your touch. You were so eager to please him, make him feel good, it’s almost cute.

“If you’re ready for the consequences my love”, he grabbed you hand with a bone crushing strength and pulled you closer till your noses touched,“ then do as you please”, and with that you covered his mouth with yours, letting go of all inhibitions.

Your tongues entwined, fighting for dominance with Satoru pushing his past your lips. You bit his lower lip in defiance not willing to give him the entire control, he like this fearless nature of yours, always welcoming the unknown and dangerous with a near reckless sense of curiosity.

Not waiting for your heavy kiss to end, you started unbuckling his pants, his cock was just beginning to swell when you grabbed his shaft to pull it out. Satoru let go of your lips with a smacking sound as he cooed in your ear,“ what are you gonna do now?”, His question was more or less pointless as he opened his legs to give you better excess.

With words becoming meaningless now, your actions were the only thing you could use to show him how much you wanted to be with him. Not wasting another second, you dipped your head down on his crotch, hovering just a few inches above his now erect head. With a couple of long strokes, his thick member became hard, almost throbbing for attention. You kissed his pink tip, not stopping your relentless movements on his shaft. Taking his entire cock was difficult so you took half of his member in your mouth, twirling your tongue around his tip. He tasted good, unlike any other human male, his taste was intoxicating, almost sweet just his scent.

You bobbed you head up and down as one of your hand pumped the rest of his cock, creating a steady pace. With your other hand you grabbed his balls, lightly massaging them, this pulled a moan out of him. His speaking voice as well as his singing voice were ethereal but the lust filled sound he made was cut above the rest. You picked up your pace hoping to get another reaction out of him.

“Hnggg….. Y/n….”, There it was, your name that fell from his lips in such a lewed note, if you weren’t dripping before then you definetly were now. Your jaw was beginning to get sore and your wrist starting aching but you couldn’t stop. Not until you made him cum on your throat, the sweetness of his fluids was too addicting, you kept going harder and harder untill your teeth lightly scrapped against his shaft, making his thighs stiffen around you. All of his reactions were subtle, controlled artistically for you to pine for him more. His previously still hips, started rolling upwards, hands curling on top of your head in an encouraging way.

You could sense his orgasm approaching, as you kept your pace steady and with a low grunt from his mouth Satoru filled your mouth with his hot thick cum. When you tried to pull him out of your mouth he stopped you with his hand above your head,

“ Swallow it”, he growled, his tone wasn’t threatening but it didn’t leave any room for argument either, so you did as he said, taking in all of his seed.

“Good girl~”, his sweet smile returned to his face as he praised you. Satoru straightened up pulling you on his lap, he practically breathed in you ear as he slipped his hand in you panties, “ Let’s not forget about your pretty little cunt my love”, his words excited you, sending goosebumps all over your body when he rubbed your slick coverd pussy as he continued, “ I believe it’s my turn to give you what you want”.

Your body was begging for his touch but even more than that there was something else you wanted, “ Take me with you, wherever you’re going”, it was hard to get these words out when his digits were playing with your clit but you had to say it.

It wasn’t a surprising request nor was it unwanted, infact, this is exactly what he desired all along. For you to be with him not just momentarily but forever, so having you make such a pure request filled him a sense of warmth. “ Ofcourse I will, my sweetness”, He said, cradling you closer to his chest.

Humming sweetly in your ear, with the same harmonious voice that attracted you to him. His actions promising an eternal pleasure any other human couldn’t even hope to dream of. As you surrendered yourself to him you caught the dangerous gleam of his teeth peaking out from beneath his smirking lips, but as maniacal as it seemed, you craved it more than anything.

#gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru #gojou satoru #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen Oneshot #jujutsu kaisen scenario #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #smut #tw: exophilia

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aquamotto · 4 years

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Polish School of Magic or what Rowling gets wrong about Poland

In short: many things.

The only mentions of polish wizards come from two instances - some Quidditch team (Grodzisk Goblins) and Hagrid’s visit to Europe (with some goblin mention, again).

Why goblins, anyway? There is no such creature in real polish mythology. Instead, there are much more Harry Potter-esque things such as: Beast of Krakow, Dragon of the Wawel Hill who is the most famous and ferocious creature in all Eastern Europe. The majestic power of this beast can only be matched with majestic power of its city of dwelling - Krakow, to put it simply, is the city of Polish kings.

Below: Krakow, the city of “goblins”, according to JKR:

But let me guess - goblin invokes this image of rudeness and primitivity that probably comes from british understanding of poles as construction workers and such. It is curious that nuanced portrayal of poor people that is reserved for characters like Snape is not allowed to poles. They are “goblins” but Snape is a “working class hero”.

What I will describe below, is my headcanon based on what I imagine Wizarding Poland to really be like, sans goblins and other imperialist fantasies but based on my own observation of Poland as both pole and outsider (because, unfortunately, I am both).

Personality, culture

Quidditch champion image as rude and loud lads couldn’t be farther from the truth. Polish wizards, much like their friends in neighboring Czech Republic, are wise, eccentric, philosophical and brave people. They have been blessed and cursed with difficult history (Such as Partition of Poland and German and Soviet Invasion) and know very well how to operate in secrecy. In fact, they are the most secretive of all european wizards and if muggle were to accuse them of witchcraft, they would deny the fact to their last breath. In the same time, polish wizards love magic and often risk everything to pursue their next magical experiment. They are prone to be idealistic and live with their head in the clouds, sometimes literally, which can lead to both troubles and brilliant inventions.

Some believe that Nicolaus Copernicus, the genius astronomer who placed the Sun at the center of the Universe, was a polish wizard (painting by polish artist Jan Matejko):

This image of genius, sudden discoveries and epiphanies is valued in Poland to the point that students of Polish School of Magic wear stars indicating their year on their uniforms - to honor Copernicus.

However, poles aren’t Ravenclaws in disguise - they are traditional, obedient and lawful people at the core and no polish wizard, even the smallest first year, would dare to cheek their headmaster or teacher the way Harry and co. do.

Teacher - student relationship is sacred in Poland and it’s almost like your second parent - someone to be treated with utmost respect. This can lead to quite harsh hierarchies in Wizarding Poland.

Looks

Polish wizards dress modestly, colorful suits Weasley Twins style are not for them. They can sometimes even look monk-like (or medieval knight-like) in appearance. Since Poland is filled with minor aristocracy called szlachta (and I am proud to belong to it, too*) many polish wizards openly wear their coat of arms on their clothes. (*If you are wondering whether I have a coat of arms - yes, I do).

Polish School of Magic uses dark red monk-like hoods with more normal suit under as an unifroms. Since they want to be the guardians of well respected traditions, it fits them.

This doesn’t mean that poles are somber, though. They can be playful but in their distinct, “I challenge you” way. They can be competitive and fiery to the highest degree, especially when their honor or honor of their school is involved. They are indeed the most patriotic of all wizards, thinking of themselves as separated not only from muggles but from foreigners too.

Relationship with muggles

Polish wizards do not like muggles very much but unlike Britain, it rarely comes in a form of hostility but rather patronizing and light mockery. Rather than valuing pure blood,poles just think of themselves as superior to muggles in intelligence.They are especially suspicious of muggle disrespect of culture and the past which leads to wizards thinking that muggles are morally and spiritually, rather than genetically, impure. However, there was never an attempt to deny muggleborns education - in fact, they are welcomed with open arms and often even relief - “Finally, another one of us!”. This makes them a bit closer to Grindelwald’s idea of superiority than Voldemort’s one.

Music

Anyone knows Chopin, the great french-polish composer and indeed, poles adore music. To the point that Polish School of Magic considers participation in a school choir mandatory. But highest praise is reserved for those who dare and pick up an instrument (be it violin, cello, horn, piano or something else) to join the School Orchestra. If Triwizard Tournament accepted Poland, they would arrive in most curious way possible - operating the giant musical machine which would look like a church organ mixed with piano and other instruments. The headmaster would play it and the students (dressed in cloaks) would accompany him with some strange melody to make the grandest entrance ever.

Polish School of Magic

Pictured below: Frombork

Thanks to Copernicus, magical astronomy and astrology are best subjects to learn in Polish School of Magic. Unlike their colleagues in Prague who are obsessed with alchemy, potions and dark arts, poles are more interested in the spiritual so they also value divination in any forms and defense against the dark arts. Since living in a country as difficult as Poland forces you to always be on your toes, teachers consider it important to teach their students nonverbal magic as soon as possible. They also encourage wandless magic and actually had a lot of luck with it (unlike other european schools). Thanks to a certain WW2 incident, they also offer a superior course of arithmancy (If you know what I am hinting at, well done!)

Pictured: Frombork Cathedral Bell Tower

Since poles are not very practical people, they don’t teach their students about Magical Creatures at all (aside from a side course on dangerous creatures such as dragons in DADA). This just doesn’t fit their heady aesthetics. Being honest and reliable people, they also dislike transfiguration - something about turning things into animals and other things strikes them as unnecessary cruel and even devilish. Being pious at the core, poles want magic to always come from the source of respect and light. That’s why almost all students leave the school with full patronuses - most common of which is a white eagle, of course - the symbol of Poland. Poles are often so patriotic that even their best memories are linked to their national identity!

Poles are also good at charms and make superb magical duellists. In fact, not many nations can best them in this regard, if any. It is thanks to their wandless magic, wordless spells, quickness of reaction and harsh discipline (almost military-like) instilled in them in their school.

Talking about discipline... Polish School of Magic’s discipline is indeed very strict. The school grounds are usually quiet, students know best not to laugh too loud, not to pull pranks or fool around needlessly. Spontanous duels are forbidden. Teachers love their work and always keep an eye on misbehaving individuals. Lazy, incompetent or misanthopic teachers don’t exist in Polish School of Magic. Instead they can be overly strict, demanding, mocking, conservative and overly eccentric. (This one is based on real life experience, everyone.)

Below: Ksiaz castle

Teachers in Polish School of Magic lean old and getting a place there is very difficult and demands tons of connections. They also lean male but not just because of prejudice (although, unfortunately, such prejudice exists - Poland is a country of soldiers in many ways), because DADA course there is especially harsh and physically exhausting. (Some say it’s because they want to best Durmstrang and it comes with knowing your enemy).

Despite the notes of traditionalist gender roles, female teachers are usually well-respected, even more than male ones. And that’s why many female teachers are quite haughty and have queen-like demeanor.

Below: Ksiaz castle room

But when do poles rest from all their strict training? The answer: when holidays come. Holidays are sacred for poles and many missteps are forgiven during them, rules become slightly more relaxed.

One of the curiously LESS regulated things in Polish School of Magic is love. While british and american wizards such as Snape may get into a puritanical rage seeing two students kissing passionately, polish teachers would just smile sweetly at them and leave them alone. Girls sending boys postcards is not considered cringeworthy as it is in Hogwarts (I am looking at you, Harry) but natural and enviable. In fact, teachers encourage students to dance together and on holidays such as Christmas, they even overlook duels related to love triangles (a rare case of them approving non-DADA duels). Poles can dance well and you can often find them waltzing in the school balroom in their festive robes. They also flirt well and all this combined with the fact how good they are at duelling, makes them formidable rivals in love for students from any other school, including Beauxbatons, especially considering that Beauxbatons boys lean narcissistic rather than chivalrous.

In the end, if Poland did participate in Triwizard Tournament, I think it would charm everyone with their quick wit, intelligence, modesty, good manners and passionate spirit.

Quite far from the “Goblin” stuff, isn’t it?

Below: various beautiful views from Poland

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thenextchapter22 · 4 years

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Angel of the Three Realms

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

Warnings: Unrequited Love, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 5334

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: I’m pretty happy with how this story is going so far, and I really hope you enjoy reading it. I posted all the chapters I had written on AO3 here in one post, so expect a different post for the new chapter coming soon ;)

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You had been in the Devildom for 6 months and it was going pretty well. You did above average in classes, got along with all of the brothers and the other students (although Solomon was strange and trusting him was a bit of a stretch). The only difficult part was being around one specific demon brother… Lucifer.

He had no idea who you really were. And how could he? It had been centuries upon centuries since he’d seen you, and he probably thought you dead after all that happened. He, in all probability, forgot all about you. That made you a little bit sad considering what he was to you.

Long before the Great War you had lived in the Celestial Realm. You were an Angel of God. A pure-hearted, innocent creature born with nothing but kindness in your heart. And the Angel assigned to you at your birth to train you and show you the way of the world was Lucifer Morningstar, the Light of the Heavens.

He brought you up. He was your whole life, always there to correct you if you were wrong, praise you when you were doing well, and he never failed in making you smile. Yes, you knew his brothers. Mammon especially, he was a good-hearted being who always protected you. And he did the same in the Devildom, so nothing had really changed there. But Lucifer was your main protector.

When you fell in love with him, you knew things would be difficult. How could you not fall in love with such a kind person, who always looked after you and his brothers, who always showed you so much attention despite what else he had to do?

It was forbidden for Angel’s to fall in love with other Angel’s. Why, you did not know. Love was something that should be allowed for all. It wasn’t easy living with this love, knowing if you let it free, that if you did tell Lucifer you loved him, you might be punished. Maybe even erased from existence. Your father wasn’t usually so cruel and hate wasn’t often found in Angels, but you hated him. You never wanted to hear him speak to you again. And so, with no way around it, you had to leave.

You fell to the Human world where you started a new life. And a new life again. And another new life after that. Always moving, changing, adapting. Humans were inventive and inquisitive by nature. You never lost the love in your heart for Lucifer, but you had a new life on Earth’s surface that you fell in love with, too. Eventually, this love favored the first, and you moved on, albeit regrettably. Occasionally you wondered how he was doing, and if he ever thought of you.

To say you were shocked when you first got dragged into this realm was an understatement. And you made the split second decision to go along with it all, pretending to be human. Was it stupid? Maybe. But you had spent so long being human, you couldn’t stop now. You knew of the war, you knew of the Angel’s falling to the Devildom, but seeing Lucifer, two wings less and darkened, ruby red eyes still as bright, and a curious black crystal on his forehead, was a shock. He was so beautiful in his new darkened form.

The love sprouted once more. And once more, you hid it. The pain in your heart was tenfold being close to him again in almost the same roles as before. He was your confident, your go-to in this Realm. He made sure you were treated well. Lucifer looked after you like his own blood, stricter than he used to be, and he looked tired most of the time. His newfound loyalty for Diavolo was strange, but you supposed it was a good thing being close to the eventual Demon King (where the current one was, no one knew).

Now, sitting in your quaint little room, looking at the sky, all you could think about was home. Home, the human world home.

One thing you missed was flying. In the Human realm you could visit the snowy mountains and fly around with some of the magic you were able to hold onto to cloak you in case humans saw. Before cameras you didn’t care to do that, but now you couldn’t risk it. Here it was impossible. Someone would sense the magic and find you out, and then what would happen. You didn’t want to think on it.

Another thing was your wings were itching. Grooming was hard throughout the years, but you found friends in the animals of the world, mostly the winged creatures. Owls were your closest friends in the animal kingdom. They helped pluck the old feathers as well as the twisted ones, and in turn you helped them however you could. Having not groomed them in almost 7 months now…

You longed to let them free, but could not. 6 more months and you would go back. But did you want to? Leave Lucifer, this place? You were learning so much from everyone. Lord Diavolo really wanted peace between all and it was incredible how he was connecting all types of beings. Demons, humans, warlocks, Angels.

Angels. Surprisingly, Simeon did not realize what you were. Or if he did, he never spoke up. Angels were pretty observant of other Celestial magics and you were using that to hide your wings daily and nightly here. At first it was only daily, up until Mammon barged into your room and demanded to sleep with you (not in that sense, thankfully) so you very quickly hid them. Lucky you hadn’t been asleep fully.

Wincing, you stretched your arms above your head. It was nearing midnight and you could not sleep from the pain that was ever growing the more you moved around. Maybe a late night snack would help, or something warm to drink.

Venturing to the kitchens, you were unsurprised to see Beel stacking a plate, his mouth stuffed with food.

He quickly swallowed and smiled at you. “Hi. It’s late, can’t sleep?”

You shook your head, smiling softly. “No, I thought I’d get something to eat or drink.”

Beel was so kind to you. You never had many interactions with him above, but when you saw him he always smiled and waved at you, his younger twin attached to his hand. They were inseparable. Nothing had changed with that. Only that Beel ate a lot, and Belphegor slept a lot. It was quite adorable.

“There’s some milk if you want to heat it up. I heard human’s do that to help them sleep. Or I could ask Belphie to help you?”

No, that wouldn’t be a good idea at all. Who knows what being put under by him would do, it may release the magic on your wings from too deep a slumber. “Thank you. I’ll try the milk first and then see.”

He nodded. “Okay. Night then. If I doesn’t work you can come to our room.” And he walked away with his plate of food, munching as he walked.

Chuckling, you shook your head. “Goodnight!” you called to his back.

The pain in your back was growing worse. Warm milk wouldn’t help much, you needed your wings to be freed. You grit your teeth as you moved about the kitchen, feeling the veil of magic rippling at your back. You set a pot of milk on the stove and heated it.

Moving about the kitchen was making you pant, and you had to brace your arms on the counter, keeping your back straight to try and keep the pain minimal.

“Hnng. Fuck.” Yes, in the human world you grew to love curse words. Your father never took your wings away or your immortality, so he must not have cared. Or maybe he didn’t notice.

“Are you all right, my dear?” Lucifer’s voice rang out in the echoed kitchen.

You stood up so quickly the pain was incredible. You felt your body tremble, and you longed to sprout your wings to ease some of the aching.

Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist, and you held in a scream. He furrowed his brows and let go, instead taking your hand and squeezing it. “What can I do to ease your pain?”

You panted. “N-nothing. Please just g-go.”

He shook his head. “No, I won’t leave you like this. What ails you?”

Damn him and his kind heart. “You can’t fix it, I just have to deal with the pain for now.”

He helped you sit, but you did so stiffly and kept a perfectly straight posture. His hand never left yours. “I won’t accept that. There must be something we can do. Tell me what happened. Did you fall? Are you ill?” He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, then down across your cheeks. “You have no fever but your face is contorted in pain.”

This was unbearable, having him coddle you when all you wanted was to jump into his arms and have him take care of you. He used to groom your wings when you were growing up, and he showed you how to do the same. His gentle fingers running through your feathers put you in a trance and he used to tease you about it.

Lucifer only wanted to see you well. The problem was, you could not allow it, lest he find out your secret. “I’m sorry, Lucifer,” you whispered. “Really I am. If I could let you help me, I would in a heartbeat.”

The pot with milk was over boiling now, and he quickly stood the take care of it. You lowered your face to the table and grit your teeth, sharp pricks at your back causing spasm after spasm. Tears fell from your eyes. The pain was steadily increasing, and you did not know why the timing of this had to be this way. Why he had to be the one to see you in such a state.

His hand on your shoulder squeezed lightly once before letting go. “Let me at least help you to bed.”

Bed, yes, that sounded fantastic. “Okay…”

He held your hand and kept one hand wrapped around your lower half, resting on your hip. It wasn’t near the area where your wings sprouted from so he could place his arm across you there without making you cry out in pain.

The trip back to your room was long and grueling. Lucifer kept a good hold on you, whispering softly each time you sobbed out a curse word or cried.

“I have you, sweetheart, take your time.”

You wished you could just tell him everything. How you were not human, why you were in so much pain, that all you ever wanted was to kiss and hold him and express your love. But you could only press you cheek to his chest and have him guide you to your room where he tucked you under the sheets and comforter.

You curled on your side, gazing at his dark figure towering over you. “Don’t leave me, stay…”

“I’ll stay with you, I promise.” He stroked his fingers over your trembling brow, and, with shock on your pained expression, he kissed the very same place gently, lips soft and warm.

You began to cry, overwhelmed with pain and emotion. He shushed your cries and wiped away the wetness under your eyes. “Don’t cry, my dove, just sleep and rest.”

Lucifer’s kind face, hovering inches from your own, was the last you saw before you fell asleep. The pain luring you into a dreamless slumber.

Waking up some hours later, you felt exhausted. The sun was rising through the window. Sweat gathered on your body. It was apparent what would happen the second you became aware. You had trouble keeping the magic holding your wings in. You shut your eyes with a sigh, and succumbed to the feeling of letting it all go. The choice was no longer your own, the magic was leaving you, and the wings you kept concealed away would burst free any minute.

They would all know. And you only hoped they wouldn’t despise you for what you hid from them. You prayed for the first time since falling from the skies that Lucifer would forgive you.

_+_

Lying in bed, coated in cooled sweat, waiting for the inevitable to happen, was honestly one of the worst things you had experienced. Considering you had chosen to fall from Heaven, that said a lot. It was right up there with loving Lucifer and not having the ability to tell him lest you be cast out or killed, and with the first days you had on the surface world where you had been so lost and alone, scrambling from town to town trying to find a place to belong.

The agony suffocated you. It effected your breathing, which was staggered and strained, and your muscles were tense. You felt a fever building inside of you as you tried to hold on and not go into shock. Your magic was like a thin sheet of breakable glass waiting to shatter. With all your strength, which was not much, you grasped onto it, wanting to keep normal for even just a little longer.

You shivered as you watched the sun rise higher in the window above your bed. It was red and bright and large, blinding you, but it kept you focused on one thing instead of being reminded of what would happen in the next hours, or even minutes.

The secrets would be out for all to see. You would either be cast out of the Devildom, possibly struck down by Diavolo for your lies, or maybe Barbatos would erase you from time itself. The thought was terrifying.

The only people you knew who wouldn’t hurt you or despise you were Simeon and Luke, and that was only because they were Angels. The possibility they would hate you was 1 in a million.

You moved to lay on your stomach. Slowly but surely you found a position that wasn’t too excruciating. Now you just waited. Time wasn’t something you looked at, even with the clock right there on your bedside table. It must’ve been time for everyone to be heading to breakfast by now. Lucifer would probably come to check on you as he had put you to bed last night. But you wondered who would see you first, and how they would react.

The magic was rippling, shaking around you. If you let it go voluntarily or not it would be the same result either way. Maybe if you had just let it go a few nights ago it wouldn’t have been so bad. But it was too late to dwell on the past.

Celestial magic exploded around you, and your wings burst from your back. You screamed, fingers clutching the pillow you pressed your face into. Your head spun, and your wings felt like the most fragile part of you, as if it was the first time they had been free. There was a scent of your blood in the air along with the scent of Celestial magic, a bitter coppery smell with a hint of cool air and crackling lightning. White feathers scattered around you, some tinged with blood. The air was like static electricity. Your wings lay limp, cascading down the bed to the floor. Tears filled your eyes, and you were sure you bit your tongue.

“Nnnggg…” you groaned, keeping still so as not to cause any more pain.

You had no idea how long you lay there. Twitching occasionally, throat clenched and burning. Eventually frantic knocks came on your door, and although your ears were ringing you heard the demon brothers’ voices asking for you, making sure you were okay, wondering what had happened. Why they couldn’t get in was strange, until you realized your magic had exploded outward and created a barrier that blocked the door.

“Move so I can open the door.” Lucifer. He sounded angry.

His infernal magic pressed to your own, and his power was greater than yours so it took no time at all for the door to fall.

You blearily glanced to the open doorway, the door flat on the floor broken off the hinges. And there he stood in all his demon glory. Light bringer Morningstar reversed, dark energy radiated from him. You watched as a smoky fog emerged from the diamond on his forehead. Was this the source of his power, where he held all his magic? The other’s stood behind him in a bundle, all in demonic forms, and all with shocked expressions at seeing you as you truly were meant to be. An Angel, albeit a broken one.

“H-how—?” Lucifer stepped in further, confused and wary. He glanced at your bent and bloodied wings, and then at your face. Searching for something, an answer maybe. You knew that there was no halo, that was something that disappeared as soon as you fell, but your skin was most likely changed, glowing with the light of Heaven, and your eyes no doubt were brightened as well. “How is this possible?”

You shut your eyes, your body shutting down. You couldn’t keep awake, it was as if the energy in your body was totally gone.

Your last words before you passed out were spoken softly and only towards one person. “I’m sorry…”

Darkness took you away, and you floated into it, happy to finally escape the pain.

_+_

Burning, you were burning when you came to. Did they shove you into the flames of Hell? Was this the repercussion you truly deserved for all the lies? It was harsh, but there was nothing you could do but burn.

Whimpering, you tried to move but a force held you down, a cool sensation on the back of your neck. You cried out, afraid of what would happen next.

“Shh. Your safe, calm down. It’ll be all right.”

Simeon? “Wh-what?” your throat ached, it was so dry. You tried to focus, and felt no flames licking at your skin, but a cushioned bed beneath you, where you lay on your stomach. You tried to open your eyes, but they felt glued shut from tears that dried up.

“Here, you need to drink water.”

A straw pressed to your lips, and you sucked in the refreshing liquid. Swallowing was hard to do, but the cooling feeling overtook the pain.

His hand was a cool on your forehead, you sighed in the brief relief of the heat. “You have a high fever. You need to rest some more.”

You trembled. “They hate me, don’t they?” the words were hard to speak, but you had to ask.

He hushed you once again, stroking your hair. “Just sleep now. When you’re well again we will talk.”

So you went back to your dreams, or rather, the nightmares that plagued you. Memories turned dark and evil, some of your time on Earth with friends, others of your time with Lucifer in Heaven. All happy memories that were altered to fill you with nothing but pain.

Your first day of flying, Lucifer cheering you on, clapping and smiling as you floated higher. Then, you fell, and kept falling down and down despite how strongly you flapped your wings. Lucifer was never coming for you, never reaching a hand to pull you back to him and into his arms. You ended up in a dark hole with nothing but bones around you of your once human friends. They die so quickly, humans. You were always alone. Meant to be alone forever. Never able to love and live with that love for the entirety of your lifespan, for it always faded and died. The only true everlasting love you had in your heart was never meant to be.

Voices sporadically came and went as you tossed in your dreamland.

Simeon. “She’s not doing too well. I’ll try my very best to heal her but holding this in for so long was not good for her health. Her wings are… in absolute disarray.”

Lucifer. “Why did she lie to me?”

Asmodeus. “She looks so pale and fragile. Poor thing.”

Mammon. “I remember her... we always looked out for each other. She was always so happy to be around you, Lucifer.”

You heard them speaking and longed to respond back, but you couldn’t find a voice. Drifting in and out, hearing voices, feeling soft touches on your skin and cool hands on your wings. There were moments of sharp pain sometimes when the fingers pressed to the spot where your wings sprouted from, but you were always quickly given a remedy of healing magic from Simeon’s talented hands. But you just wanted this to end and for the suffering to be done with.

It was many days later that you opened your eyes. Like a newborn for the first time, wincing at the bright lights of the room, struggling to focus. Glancing around, it was obvious that this was not your room. It was larger, with tall ceilings, and this bed was huge, your wings barely touched the floor compared to the bed at the House of Lamentation. Where were you?

“You’re in my home.”

You turned your head, still in a position on your stomach. It was Lord Diavolo. He was alone, strange as he usually had Barbatos with him. He wore his usual red suit, but his arms were crossed and he watched you with concern in his bright golden eyes.

You tried to move, to sit up and be a little bit respectful of the Prince, but he quickly strode to you and placed his large hand on your head gently. You froze. “No, don’t try and move. You’re still recovering.”

“I-I don’t—”

He sighed, and pulled a chair to sit next to you, careful of your drooping wings. He gestured to a pitcher of water on the side table. “Are you thirsty?”

You nodded shyly. He helped you drink some water with a hand lifting your head. You were sure you were blushing from feeling the demon Prince’s touch so delicately on your cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He looked at you for a moment, and sighed, his eyes downcast and thoughtful. “This is an interesting circumstance we are in.”

You swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone.”

He frowned. “My dear, all you did was hurt everyone.”

You winced. He spoke bluntly, and the truth, but it hurt a lot to hear it from his lips.

“Lucifer told me who you are. He thought you dead long ago. He was your mentor in the Celestial realm, correct?” You nodded slowly. “Why did you leave there to pretend to be human? He told me you were always so… cheerful. That you both were practically inseparable. The brother’s tell me the same. So why leave all that behind?”

You couldn’t answer him. He just sighed again. “I see. Well, I suppose that will be a conversation once you are fully healed. For now, I’ll have Simeon tend to you now that you’re awake.” He stood up and looked down at you. Diavolo’s gaze seemed to pierce right through your very soul. “Perhaps you will tell me more… or perhaps not. Only time will tell, I suppose. Rest well, my dear. We will speak again soon.” And his footsteps echoed the large room as he left, and you were alone with your thoughts.

What did he want from you? Would he let this be? Would he allow you to stay here? Doubtful, as it was an exchange program for humans and Angels, and you were one of two humans. And were you really counted as either, or both? Were you some strange hybrid being to them, because you lived under the guise of being a human?

There was one question that haunted over you ever since you felt your magic faltering. Would Diavolo take you away from the one place you truly felt at home?

_+_

You felt deflated when Simeon entered the room. Lord Diavolo made you worrisome for what would next happen, or at least what would happen once you were healed again. You found yourself avoiding the Angel’s eyes as he looked at you from his seat on the chair Diavolo just was in.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

You blinked at him, and licked your dry lips. “Sore. Tired.”

He nodded, his hands waving over your upper body, a soft glow emanating from his fingers. “Your feathers are a right mess, darling. Will you allow me to help?”

Help with your wings? You knew what he meant by that, and the question wasn’t startling as you knew it would come considering the damage your magic had done. But this was a very personal thing, letting others groom your wings. You only ever allowed one person to touch your wings: Lucifer. Outside of the creatures on Earth, that is, but they were only animals and it didn’t have as much meaning to you.

There was something inside of you that spoke a loud and firm denial, that no one’s hands would pluck your broken feathers unless those hands belonged to Lucifer Morningstar.

“I-I can’t…”

He sighed, and his gentle hand stroked up and down your exposed arm. “It has to be done. Tell me, then, who will you let help you?”

You felt burning tears fall down to drop onto the pillow. “H-he w-won’t…”

Simeon hummed. “He won’t, hm? I can take one guess as to who that person is. And he’s been so worried for you he has barely slept a wink, pacing the palace floors at all hours, and questioning me constantly on how your health has been.”

You perked up, sniffling. “H-he has?”

Simeon smiled kindly, and his healing magic coursed over your back, soothing the pinpricks of pain caused by your movements. “Lucifer cares about you. I may not have been around him as much since his fall from Heaven but I can tell he never stopped caring for you, my dear.”

“He forgot about me.” You said so dejectedly. If he hadn’t, he would have recalled your face the second you appeared in the Devildom, as the only thing that was different was you had no wings, halo, or heavenly glow around you.

“Dear, we all thought you dead. I assumed your soul was wondering the skies. I am truly sorry I never searched for you to make certain of that.”

Simeon wasn’t present like Lucifer was for you in the Celestial Realm, but he did watch over you when Lucifer could not. It was rare, but it did happen. You occasionally saw him floating around the sky doing work for Michael and your father, but mostly he wasn’t a part of your world, not like Lucifer or his brothers.

“Simeon,” you whispered. “He hates me. Don’t lie to me.”

The Angel’s light was blinding, and his true form revealed itself. You gasped in shock at the sight, it had been quite a while since you had seen any other Angel this way.

He had stunningly pure white wings that expanded outwards behind him, and his blue eyes shimmered like a bright burning star. The halo hovering above his head would cut anything that it touched, a perfect circle of glittering gold, showing his status in Heaven as one of High Regard. His dark skin was encased in an outline of magic so pure it stung your eyes as you hadn’t seen anything like it in so long. He was fierce looking, and yet not, being a creature of pure light. Simeon was as old as Lucifer, if not a bit older even, and he held strength like no one else.

He spoke with authority in his kind voice, booming almost in your ears. “I will never lie to you, nor to any other being. Hear my words because they are the wholesome truth. Lucifer will always have a place in his heart for you even though he has been brought to this darker world.”

You shook from the might in his words. He brought tears to your eyes from the power he spoke with. “Simeon…”

He cupped your cheek, the warmth shocking and overwhelming, his thumb caressing under your eye. He spoke softer, then. “Dear one, if you’ll allow me to I’ll bring Lucifer here to help you. Please let me do this for you. I don’t like seeing such a kind soul in so much pain.”

You pushed into his hand, craving the touch. His words put you under a spell and you couldn’t help but think, maybe he was right. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to have Lucifer here. Would it be like old times? You thought not, so much had changed. But you couldn’t deny the pounding in your heart that said you had to see him, and the truth that you really had no choice that if you wanted to heal, you had to have him aid you.

“Okay,” you answered softly.

He held your cheek for a moment longer, and you felt his magic cascade over you like a protective blanket. “I shall return soon with Lucifer. Keep still until then, your wings should not move lest they become more tangled. Don’t move, do you understand?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good girl. I’ll be back shortly. If you need me for anything, just call for me. I’ll hear you.”

He meant a prayer. He wanted you to pray for his help. You could not recall the last time a prayer had actually worked for you. Father had forgotten you, Lucifer had forgotten you… Praying was a waste of time.

The seconds ticked by. You let your mind wander to what-ifs, even though it hurt. What if Lucifer was so angry at you that he would take one look at your battered body and leave? What if Lucifer didn’t care for you like Simeon said, and instead hated you so much his magic would tear you apart? What if Lucifer, instead of plucking your feathers, he tore your wings from your body in a rage? These might have been insane imaginings, but they were not impossible. Lucifer had been a demon for a long, long time, and it was true he was still caring towards you while you acted human, but how would he react now? There was no way to know for sure.

Yes, he was your protector above. He was your everything; your father, your confidant, your friend, and your heart longed for him to be your lover.

Now he was something else to you. Still he looked out for you, kept you safe from other demons (not knowing you could if needed use your celestial magic on any who meant you harm), and he made sure you did well in RAD, and he, along with his brothers, thought of you as family. It was all you wanted, after years of searching for something to have as your very own.

Would it all disappear?

The door to the bedroom opened slowly, and you heard Simeon speak. “She’s exhausted emotionally and physically. Please, do what you can to make her well. She needs you.”

He entered the room. It was silent, and he didn’t move, simply watching you from where he stood before the shut door.

So you spoke for him. “Hello, Lucifer.”

Heels clacked and eventually he stood at your bedside. What an imposing figure he made. He looked at you with deep dark red eyes, near black at the pupils, and a massive aura of magic erupted around him. It wasn’t frightening, it wasn’t overpowering or dark. It was just… him.

He reached a hand to touch your hair, smoothing it back from your face to really look at you. “Hello, my dove.”

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or set your teeth against my throat (1)

warnings: vampires, blood, injury, violence, abduction, non consensual blood drinking, depressive thoughts, mild hypnosis, murder mention

Vampires, Roman was finding, seemed to have an even more shit sense of hospitality than he’d previously assumed.

Maybe it was ungenerous of him, considering this was the only coven he’d interacted with up close and personal, but he wasn’t really feeling particularly generous at the moment. When he’d been cornered, isolated from the rest of his pack, he’d expected a quick and valorous death, fighting to the last. Not… this.

Another rock made contact with the bars of his cage, the clang of stone on metal vibrating around him. His ears twitched down to flatten against his skull without his input, and he snarled low in his throat as a jeering laugh rose from the crowd.

As if it wasn’t bad enough, being taken hostage for whatever nefarious purposes they had in mind, bound and muzzled like some common animal, no, they had to parade him through the streets and batter his cage with pebbles and glass and whatever other projectiles the bloodsuckers thought fitting to torment their captive audience with.

None of it could get through the enchantment on the bars, so he wasn't struck, but it was still rough on the ears. And his feelings.

Not that they cared. That was probably the point, actually.

Gathering his resolve, he forced himself to remain still and unflinching as another shard of rock hit the cage and spun away, clenching his hands to keep them from trembling. None of this mattered. It didn’t matter what they did to him, because he would not break. He wouldn’t tell them a single thing about his pack, not one scrap of information.

He would die first, and without regrets.

As it turned out, the coven-- Kin of Æternam, they called themselves-- didn’t seem to care for information. Not a single vampire spoke to him as he was moved further and further into the town, and he couldn’t exactly initiate a conversation himself with a gag in his mouth.

Instead, he watched, and found to no surprise that he didn’t like what he saw.

He’d known many vampires were nomadic, but it was one thing to distantly know and another thing entirely to see the human town around them, half the houses smoldering and the other half looking uncomfortably ransacked. He could see the dark splatters of dried blood along walls or among the dirt, though mercifully it seemed like it had been long enough since their invasion that any remaining human bodies had been cleared away.

Roman didn’t risk interacting with humans often. He knew the tales that were spread about werewolves, and the last thing his tiny pack needed was an angry mob on their tails. Even with his reservations, though, he would never wish something like this upon them. Upon anyone.

The Æternam vamps walked among the ruins casually, as though this was everyday scenery, and Roman supposed that for them, it probably was. Simple routine; find a human settlement, feed to their unbeating hearts’ content, hold revel, and then depart again. Rinse and repeat.

It was enough to turn his stomach, and he was almost grateful when his view of the town was blocked off by their entry into the large stone fort that loomed over all else. Almost.

His opinion of the place went downhill as soon as he saw the ostentatious throne and the vampire sprawled across it, both placed on a literal gilded pedestal. Dark raven hair, corpse-like skin, and glowing red eyes painted the picture of the archetypal tyrant vamp. He found himself strangely disappointed by the lack of originality in the man’s presentation. If he was going to die to a bloodsucker, couldn’t it at least be one with a sense of style?

One of the attendant vamps pulled the door of his prison open, and Roman lunged against his restraints with all his might, snarling past the muzzle. The attendant flinched back, but the iron cuffs that bound him held firm no matter how hard he strained. The vampire on the throne laughed, the way one might at a child throwing a tantrum.

“Oh, you are a spitfire, aren’t you? All the better.”

Roman tried to convey how much this guy’s villain aesthetic sucked with his heated glare alone. He was pretty sure Virgil could have created a better evil persona than this guy in his sleep. At age twelve. While feverish. It was sad, really.

The platitudinous prick-- Roman instantly decided to alternate between very clever and very rude nicknames for the guy in his head-- beckoned, and the attendant unlocked the chain keeping him bolted to the floor of the cage. They proceeded to grab the connecting bar between the cuffs locked around his arms and maneuver him up the steps to the pedestal with probably more force than strictly necessary.

Roman had been riding in that cage for hours, and as such, had time to prepare for a lot of potential scenarios. He grew more and more tense the closer he got to the trite enthroned bastard, mentally readying himself for what was likely to be at best an assault on his person and at worst, a horrifying and gory death.

Instead, he was steered to the side of the throne, and then shoved to his knees, at which point he realized that a horrifying and gory death might not be so bad after all. Because now the attendant was locking his cuffs into a new platform, one that was designed to force him to stay hunched over and kneeling at the side of the throne. He growled, prying at the restraints, but there was little give in the cuffs. He was stuck like this, practically on display for the world to see.

“Perfect, right where a mutt like you belongs,” Vlad the Contemptible smiled sharply, as though proud of his pitiful insult.

Were all vampires this insufferably smug? Like, was it part of the package, along with the dumb looking fangs and the tacky glowing eyes? He was glad that werewolves had eyes that merely reflected light, like the respectable, well-designed creatures of nature they were.

It was possible that Roman was rambling, mentally, a little bit. He wished desperately that he could protest the indignity of it all, denounce these freaks and their humiliating tactics, but in this state, there was little he could do but glare impotently.

The bloodsucker seemed entirely too content to ignore him and his glaring hatred entirely for the next few hours, which confused Roman at first. Clearly, he was still alive for a reason, and he felt as though he’d done more than enough waiting to learn about his fate at this point. Plus, his knees hurt.

At the very least, the pain in the neck on the throne next to him seemed like the type to gloat, so why wasn’t he?

As dusk fell, Roman got his answer. More and more vamps filtered into the wide stone hall, filling the space with their corpse-cold bodies and idle chatter. Once the last bit of sun had faded over the horizon, the Toothed Tyrant slowly straightened up in his seat, drawing all the eyes in the room to him. This was what he’d been waiting for.

What was the point in gloating about your evil deeds without an audience to lavish you in praise for it?

“Kin of mine. As I’m sure many of you have noticed, we have a... guest with us this evening.”

Roman shivered as those icy, glowing gazes moved towards him, jeering or morbidly curious or hungry. He pulled at the chains once more just to have something else to focus on, the shift and clink of the metal drowned out by his rapid heartbeat in his ears. He wondered if the vamps could hear it, too.

The pitiful excuse for a villain was still talking. “... fullest potency once the full moon hits, and our hunt will decide who claims such a reward.” His half-lidded gaze slid over to Roman. “A beast like this one has engaged in plenty of hunts before, I assume? Though, probably not as prey. I’m sure it’ll get used to the sensation eventually.”

Even with the gag, Roman could snarl as fierce as any wolf, and the rumbling growl emanating from his chest made some of the closer vamps lean away.

It didn’t seem to have any effect on the worst human leech of them all. He just smiled in a satisfied sort of way before rising to his feet. “What a rebellious spirit. Perhaps you should save that for the hunt, mutt?”

Think up some new nicknames, you absolute bore, Roman thought at him, just in case those rumors about vampires reading minds were true.

The vamp walked closer, until he was at the edge of the platform and Roman had to crane his head back to see his face.

“Let’s give us both a taste of what’s to come, then.”

Without pause, there were suddenly hands on his shirt, dragging him upwards until the restraints threatened to dislocate something. One moment, he was nearly face to face with the vamp, meeting those eye-searing red pupils. In the next, his vision blurred as sharp pain shot through his neck.

The vamp had sunk its nasty fangs in on either side of his jugular, not deep enough to kill him, but enough that it would only take the slightest twitch of the head for his throat to be ripped right out. His body kept frozen even as he began to choke, his mouth tasting of iron and salt.

There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t escape, couldn’t attack, couldn’t even die until these monsters allowed it. The more he fought and resisted, the tighter their grasp on him would become, and the more he would suffer. It would be better to just give up now, save himself the trouble.

(Why am I… That’s not right--)

Roman only realized the vampire was withdrawing when those sharp teeth finally pulled away carelessly, causing a new wave of pain to roll through him. He automatically tried to reach for his throat, to stem the bleeding, but his bound hands could barely rise a few inches. He bent his head down instead, his pride stinging silently as a cacophony of mockery sounded all around him.

Once his fingers touched flesh, however, he could only feel shallow cuts rather than the gaping wounds he knew should be there. He coughed wetly, and red splattered across his hands, but he could breathe once more. However bad the bite had been, it had healed near instantly.

Of course. It was beginning to sink in that they wouldn’t let him perish that easily.

The vampire king was speaking again, eyes brighter than before, and his words blurred together and slipped away from Roman’s understanding. He could only notice the smear of deep red on the vampire’s face, and shudder where he lay as a chill set into his bones.

Time passed in a haze, marked by the constant flurry of vamp activity in the fort around him, the occasional meal to keep him alive, and his connection to the ever-waxing moon.

He felt a faint sense of concern about the way days seemed to slip away, and also about how far away and hard to grasp the concern itself felt. There was something seriously wrong when the growing light of the moon felt more like an approaching deadline than a relief.

The one other thing marking the time, he would much rather forget. Every night without fail, no matter how he fought, the same vampire would drag him up and plunge dagger-like teeth into his throat, leaving him drained and weak on the cold floor afterwards.

Roman wasn’t a fool; he knew that the bites were the reason he felt so exhausted and fuzzy. He just couldn’t do anything about it. The feeling of helplessness only grew stronger and stronger after each night, and slowly, he began to lose the will to fight the dreary feelings off.

By the time the night before the full moon hit, hope was hard to find.

He was slumped awkwardly against the ground when the door to the chamber creaked open, and the noise jolted him out of his dozing as quick as anything. His muscles went rigid and tense.

The head vamp hadn’t drank from him yet today, having left in the middle of the day with an extensive entourage for… something. It had probably been mentioned in earshot-- they weren’t very careful about what he did and did not hear-- but Roman hadn’t been paying enough attention. Maybe they were scouting out new territory?

Regardless, he had sort of been hoping it would keep the bloodsucker out of his hair for long enough that he could recover even just a bit before… before he ran out of time. So much for that.

To his surprise, there was no trace of the vamp’s normal arrogant strides. In fact, there was barely any sound at all. Roman could only tell that someone was approaching by the shifting of shadows and that dusty undead smell.

Suddenly, there was a cold palm on his arm, and he jerked up with a jagged snarl, his mind screaming at him to do anything to prevent being bitten again. The palm was yanked away instantly, and Roman could see the silhouette of the vamp before him.

It definitely wasn’t the head vamp. Smaller, and with curled hair that reflected the torchlight. He couldn’t see his expression, and his mind still screamed dangerous. His growl increased in intensity as the vamp extended a hand again, but he’d called Roman’s bluff: he had no way to defend himself in the restraints. Whatever the vamp was going to do, he couldn’t stop it.

The vamp’s other hand rose, and Roman couldn’t stop himself from flinching.

It made it all the more surprising when he heard the clank of a key in a lock. His eyes shot open, and to his disbelief, the chain connecting his cuffs to the platform went loose, no longer attached. A moment later, the vamp’s hands were on his cuffs, but rather than grab them and drag him, there was another clank.

For the first time in days, fresh air grazed his wrists. His hands were free.

A surge of adrenaline hit him, and he twisted quicker than the vamp could react, pinning him to the ground with a knee to the abdomen and a hand over his throat. It would keep the creature from getting enough air to call out an alarm. With his other hand, he immediately tore at the muzzle, his nails going claw-sharp to tear through the straps. He spat the remnants of the wretched thing out, and turned his attention to the vamp.

Cold hands curled over Roman’s own, like he wanted to pry the hand off his throat, but other than that, he wasn’t struggling against Roman’s hold. Oddly enough, his chest was rising and falling in an uncanny mimicry of panicked breathing, and even his eyes seemed oddly dark for a vamp. Roman would have thought him a human if not for the unmistakable fangs.

His grip tightened at the reminder. “You’re not getting any more blood out of me,” he growled, his voice rough and crackly. His whole body felt out of practice. If he stood up and bolted, he risked falling flat on his own face, and if he turned and the vamp lunged…

No. Easier to just… just vanquish the vamp so he couldn’t do anything. One less thing to worry about during his escape.

He lifted his other hand, claws pinched together as a makeshift stake. The vampire twitched once, his mouth opening briefly as though to speak, and then seemed to slump. His hands stopped tugging at Roman’s fingers around his neck, and he pinched his eyes closed, bracing for the blow.

Roman frowned. Was this a ploy for sympathy?

He could feel the way the vamp trembled under him, unnaturally lifelike.

… It was an effective one. Shit.

He lowered his hand slowly, loosened his grip, waiting for the moment the stranger dropped the ruse and lunged. It didn’t come. He just kept waiting for Roman to hurt him.

He abruptly felt a little sick to his stomach. He let go of the vamp’s throat. The guy opened one eye slowly, like he thought it was a trick.

“If you get up from this spot, if you even twitch before I’m out of this building, I’ll make sure you regret it,” Roman threatened, a growl under the words and his lip curling up slightly to bare his teeth. “You won’t get mercy twice.”

The vamp’s expression did something complicated (Confusion? Relief? Disappointment?) but when Roman scuttled back, he stayed laid out on the floor, not moving a muscle. Roman let a breath out slowly, some of the tension fading from him. “Well… good. Keep doing that.”

He could practically hear Virgil sighing as his awkwardness overwhelmed any menace his threat might have instilled. It wasn’t his fault he was off-script, okay? This vampire was… weird.

Roman shuffled back a few more steps on weak legs, and then, once he was sure he was far enough away, he let the shift wash over him like a warm breeze. Four unsteady legs were better than two, and if he leaned a little on his instincts, his inner wolf would make his gait mostly smooth. It was a small but invaluable aid as as he sprinted down long, musty halls until he was finally, finally out of that cursed fortress.

Roman was so relieved he could have cried. He was still weak, and his head was still foggy, but he didn't stop until there was finally trees around him and dirt under his feet. As he collapsed, the night air still tasted like victory.

#sanders sides #vampire au #fantasy au #ts roman #ts patton #blood tw #violence tw #hurt/comfort #more comfort next chapter lol #writing #my writing #bthb #or set your teeth against my throat #osytamt #werewolf au #this ones a little dark and sad at first but this is only the first chapter!#murder mention #ok i think thats everything #im tired im taking a break for the rest of the day

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[TRANS] Renjun, Jeno & Jaemin’s interview with Arena HOMME+ July 2020 issue!

RENJUN

Do you like the summer weather? I like the feeling of a refreshing drive under the bright sky while looking at the sea. I like summer evenings too. The feeling of the sun fading away and hiding.

Are you sensitive to heat? I am, but when I’m relaxed the heat feels more bearable.

Your face is lovely. Do you like your face? I wish people would love not only their assets but also their flaws. In that aspect I do like myself.

What’s your asset? My pupils are big. When talking to people you look them in the eyes, right? This is when I think I can relay my message better.

People say that Renjun is pure. Haha. I think everyone’s got something innocent about them, it’s just that we view it differently. I often have weird thoughts. I don’t know if it sounds ridiculous, but I think about things like why are people born, why people have children and raise them, why life exists. I think about the universe too, I also like documentaries about the animal world. I am curious and it’s not like anyone can just tell me the answers, right? It’s just fun to ask questions and let your imagination run free.

What have you been imagining lately? Before bed I imagine a place and come up with stories and characters. For example if I was a character in a movie like <Avatar> I imagine what kind of creatures would be there, if I would be able to fly and where I would fly to...

Are you a person who needs alone time? That’s right. I used to want company when I was lonely. But these days I think that alone time is good too. I don’t know what kind of person I was before, but now I think I have to focus on myself. I think I need to be firm with myself to take care of other people.

Why do you want to be firm with yourself? I came to such a big company like SM, there’s so many charming people. At first I always cared about other people’s eyes on me. How do others view me, what do they think of me, what should I do to look good in their eyes. But at one point I couldn’t keep up with others. I wanted to walk my own path only.

Do you have a soft side? Honestly yes. I cry easily and I get emotional a lot. Back in the day I wanted to showcase a strong image of me to hide the tenderness, but right now I’m just focusing on making my heart strong.

What is a strong heart? It’s something of my own. So that people can’t shake me up easily.

Are you soft looking but strong inside? It doesn’t matter whether it’s soft on the outside but tough on the inside, or tough both outside and inside. I don’t have to look strong or weak, I just have to be ‘me’. I like drawing, but whenever I drew something off I would stress over it. I use my brain a lot without even realising, unconsciously. So even when a drawing came out well I would still be stressing over it. Now I’m not restricting myself with only drawing well, I don’t erase anything, I just want to draw happily.

Do you know Renjun as a person now? I think I do a little, since I don’t care what others think and express what I want to express. But I also still don’t. Time and experience will solve it.

You said you didn’t do the MBTI test on purpose? To be honest I tried once. But I only want myself to know. I want to be seen as I am.

What did you dream of as a child? Becoming a star. Ever since I was little I wanted to become an idol. I enjoyed dancing and singing, it’s like I was shining.

Do you believe in destiny? I do.

Do you think Renjun coming to Korea was destiny? That’s right. It’s unbelievable to me. I applied for an audition but gave up because I didn’t hear anything back. So I was just eating and received a call and yelled on the spot. I was this happy haha. The next day straight away I bought the tickets to the audition place and participated in the global audition.

Why did you think you couldn’t make it? I’m the type to be prepared for the worst case scenario. So I’m very happy and thankful I made it this far.

How was adjusting to Korea? It wasn’t as hard as I thought. It was something I wanted.

What are fans to Renjun? I too like kpop and idols, so I know this feeling very well. I know how it feels to think of someone as a person who gives you strength, so I change my position. What would I be feeling if I were a fan? We’re giving strength to each other.

What kind of songs would you like to sing? Pretty fantasy songs like those from Disney movies. I want to sing a cover of the <Frozen> OST ‘For the First Time in Forever’.

That would suit Renjun well. What kind of person do you see as cool? Someone who knows who they are. Someone who is impressive even without talking, someone who doesn’t use perfume but still draws people in as if they smelled good. I want to become a person like this.

In that case is Renjun impressive? Hahaha. Although I like how I am now I need to become even better.

What is something Renjun dreams of now? Self approval. One day I would also like to spend my life travelling around the world and looking at the beauty of it.

JENO

What do you usually do in summer? Since debut we usually have a comeback in summer and promote. When I was little, my parents and I would always go to a valley. I like swimming. I even learned the butterfly stroke. I’m fairly good at it.

Your body is more solid than expected. I didn’t mean for it to become like this, but I really like sports. I like to make use of my body. I like going to the gym and because I love cycling I’ll occasionally ride to Han River or Yangpyeong. When I was little, I played table tennis and badminton pretty diligently. I usually remain motionless and use up all my energy at once. I’d rather put all my strength into it and then stay exhausted.

Are you competitive? Very. I think a lot about how to win anything. I feel uncomfortable when losing.

Are you goal-oriented? Having no goal makes you sluggish. I have to have a clear goal in order to systematically work hard towards achieving it. My current goal is showing how much I’ve matured for our next comeback. I monitor my seniors a lot. It’s great motivation. I want to become a person who is really good at one thing at least.

Who do you want to be most alike in fierceness? U-Know Yunho sunbaenim’s passion. It’d be hard to catch up, but I really want to be like him.

It’s surprising your name isn’t a stage name. Imperial “Je”(帝), hard work “No”(努). Do you like it? My maternal grandfather picked it. He named me that so I may receive strength from a higher position. I really like it. It’s not common. Haha. I feel the responsibility of living like my name.

Is your dream big? It’s more than high. It should be high. Since I was little, I liked to be praised and wanted to do things perfectly. Instead of praising myself, I always say, ‘No, you’re not there yet.’ I already receive enough compliments and support from our fans. I don’t even need to praise myself. You have to gain strength and train yourself with that support.

You have a tall nose and defined jaw. Do you like your face? I’m not dissatisfied. Hahaha. I’ve been liking my tear mole these days. I wasn’t really conscious of it before, but lately I’m glad that I have it. If I didn’t have that tear mole, I think I’d give off too strong of an impression. Doesn’t it look good? Haha.

I remember Jeno from the Angpang Milk ad. He was a child model that everyone would remember when mentioned at the time. Back then, I was scared and cried all the time. When I came on set there were so many strangers, and when I was in front of the camera, I cried because I couldn’t see my mom. Hahaha. It got better once I found out the staff people weren’t scary people.

What were you like off-camera? Rather than going out and playing with friends, I liked studying and reading books. I studied very hard in elementary school. Come to think of it, I seem to really like doing things by myself. I enjoyed reading a series of youth novels, conducting scientific experiments, putting puzzles together, or assembling Lego. A homebody to this day. Haha.

What’s the fun part of creating something? A sense of accomplishment. There’s pride and satisfaction in saying ‘I did it!’ I’m a person for whom a sense of accomplishment is of great importance. I also like this sense of accomplishment when I get to prepare and show a performance.

Did having an early social life help you with promotions? Not being opposed to making eye contact with the camera, also smiling/laughing well. I often hear that I look cold when I’m expressionless, but when we are together, I always laugh and everyone knows the real me. Hahaha.

On the contrary, what was regretful about acting since a very young age? Nothing. I got a good opportunity and experienced a lot. Nothing to regret.

You have a strange sense of stability for your age. I’m not very emotional by nature. I don’t cry much and I rarely have mood swings. With other members being so animated and having so much character it may seem like that. But I’m not as calm as I look. I’m just the type to not show when I get irritated or hurt, I talk quietly after a while. I just unwind on my own and don’t want to make things uncomfortable.

They say you’re an ‘FM’ person who goes by the rules. It’s good to be certain about anything. I try my best to perform my duties properly.

What do the other members think what kind of person Jeno is? A reliable one. When I address important matters within the team, I talk about them naturally. Rather than relying on them, it’s like I’m passing on difficult questions… hahaha.

What kind of person do you think is impressive? Someone who does what they want, someone with room for development. First of all if a person does what they want they are less likely to give up, more than anything a person like this is happy.

Is Jeno impressive? I’m trying my best. But I am doing what I want and because I’m receiving support from so many people I am happy for sure. If 10 means the best (in terms of happiness) then it’s a 10.

You debuted as a teen and now you are 20. Do you think you’ve grown a little? My appearance and skills have grown but my mindset is still that of a kid. Thoughts and personality are the same.

It’s like you’ve grown with the Dream members together without changing classes. Right. I can’t even imagine not having these friends. I’ve been seeing Jaemin for 7~8 years now though so I’m a little tired of him, hahaha. Kinda like even if we buy one thing, we buy it together. We have our own world.

What is Jeno dreaming of now? To become a cool person while being happy.

JAEMIN

What do you usually do in the summer? I like sports you can do in the water. Jet skiing or riding a yacht. I can already ride a yacht by myself. Even though the summer is better than a cold winter, my favorite season is autumn.

Pretty with round eyes and a bright smile. What's your favorite thing about your face? I like my eyes the most. The fans caught on some details I didn't even know about, so I became more fond of my eyes.

How did you get the nickname ‘Nana’? It's 'Nana' because my name is Na Jaemin. It's pretty and I like it. It's a nickname that's been used since I was a trainee.

When you look at Jaemin, he seems to be someone who likes people and is full of love for humanity. It's been like that since I was born. There's no need to dislike someone when you meet them for the first time. Hahaha. I think relationships between people and friends are the most important part of life.

How is your relationship with the members? It's very solid. Since we lived together for 7~8 years, it is safe to say that we are family. We know each other so well, and can speak our minds right away without fighting. I can talk about things with my members, I can't tell my mother because I don't want her to worry, and lean on them.

You seem to have a lot of natural aegyo, were you born with it? I'm an only child so I received lots of love. It's not something I do on command, but my body expresses the affection my mom has given me since I was young. I want to be someone who gives back the love I received from the fans. When you have received love, you can now give love.

Are you athletic? My mother made me exercise a lot when I was young. I learned sports like speed skating, inline skating, snowboarding, and it suited me well. Once I started, I did it all day without knowing the passing of time. These days, I usually ride a bicycle with Jeno. If you go to the Hangang you can ride about 30km at a time.

You seem to have endurance. It's in my personality to see it until the end. If what you want to do doesn't work out, keep going with the best of your abilities.

You seem very bright. The words keep pouring out. When I work I try my best to speak as much as possible, flaunt aegyo and show a bright image, but I don't speak much back at the dorm. I'm the type to pour out everything when I'm outside but will need to recharge when I'm home. My bed is my side battery. Hahaha. At home, I like to listen to songs alone, write or edit pictures.

You drink your coffee overly bitter and eat sweets overly sweet. That's right. It's a bit extreme. Hahaha. I do what I want to do! I dislike what I dislike. I'm that kind of type.

I heard you make Tangfuru for the members? Jisung and Chenle eat it especially well. These days I'm into T-bone steak and think about getting a sous vide machine. The kids like meat.

You look like someone who can take care of different things well I take care [of things/others/dreamies] really well. Hahaha. When they are hungry I will make something they want. When they say things like "Hyung, how to run the washing machine,' 'the boiler is not turned on,' 'the internet is not working,' I try to help as much as I can.

When you shot for <Arena> two years ago you were still a teenager, but now you're an adult. Do you think you've grown? I still have pictures of that time on my phone. Looking at the pictures that were taken today, it seems like I've grown up well. When I read the interview from 2 years ago again, I must've thought I was all grown up back then, hahaha. At 20 years old now, I think I'm still far from being grown up. I'm still young. There's still a lot to learn.

What was your dream when you were young? I never thought of becoming an idol. I was really shy back then. Originally my dream was to become a surgeon. When I was young I saw <Mysteries of the Human Body> and had such dreams. Haha. I wanted to save people!

You were cast while you were volunteering. Even after debuting, you continued to show support. I think I should give back to society as much as I have received. Since I was young my mom has told me "If you receive, you must know how to give back." It's normal for me, I used to donate in my name since I was really young.

What kind of person do you think is impressive? Someone who has more to offer on the inside than outside. Rather than being a flashy person I want to become someone solid with substance.

What are your interests these days? To be honest I’m slow with trends. I find out about things like half a year later than others. These days we talk with the members about what content to show our fans when we’re inactive [not promoting]. I want to post my own pictures and self-edited videos so I’m teaching myself how to do it. Lately, I’ve been wanting to learn how to use photo editing software properly, but it’s difficult to deal with.

Jaemin is known for taking good pictures. Hahaha. I uploaded pictures I took of the members yesterday and the fans liked it and told me my skills had improved. Since I'm getting praised I want to keep taking pictures and upload them.

It looks like you like to capture portraits more than landscapes. I love taking portraits. For example, trees always stand in a similar shape in the same place. But as for people, I can make them do whatever I want them to do and see various expressions continuously. I think that's much more attractive. It's fun to capture facial expressions, eyes, nose, and other features.

What kind of dreams do you have now? Dreams should be grand and certain. Always set high goals. My dream is to get many more of our fans who love us. And in order to do that I must work even harder. The pictorial we shot today has a distinct sexy feeling. So I hope you’ll enjoy it. Hahaha.

Translation: Alex, Myeon, Esmee @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: Arena HOMME+ — Do not repost or take out without our permission!

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Hey... let’s play in the chaos Fitz space... I’m so curious how magic lessons with Festo would go now Fitz is aware of Chaos in relation to his magic...

anon idk what u were expecting when u sent this, but im sure it wasn’t a 1.7k drabble of fitzroy and festo having a lil chit-chat. that being said, though, this was incredibly fun to do so thanks for the suggestion!!!

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“I don’t want magic lessons anymore,”

The question makes the fairy halt in their fluttering, staring at their pupil with a curious stare. Fitzroy hasn’t been the same since the centaur assignment, they knew that already. Word has made its way through the faculty about the barbarian’s outburst on the field; hushed whispers of concern that never seem to make it to either headmaster’s ears. Althea Song even came in to discuss with Festo about the future of Fitzroy’s lessons; what might be the safest approach to controlling his wild magic.

Festo is well aware, though, that “control” and “wild magic” tend to not mesh well.

This is the first time they’ve managed to get Fitzroy to come to a lesson since his return over a week ago. Usually they meet three to four times a week, practicing simple spells and focusing on how to channel the energy for larger ones. He used to be adamant on his distaste for magic, but after a while he began to warm up to the idea of understanding the arcane abilities he was granted. Snippers seemed to help with that warming, becoming less of a familiar and more of an emotional support crab when Fitzroy’s feelings would go haywire and seep into his magic. But, after the centaur assignment, they were advised to postpone a few of their lessons to give Fitzroy the space to recoup after being cursed (and whatever triggered his outburst).

After that grace period, though, Fitzroy just became a no-show. No matter how many cheerfully threatening letters Festo would send, Fitzroy never came to a lesson.

That is, until today, when they came into their class to find Fitzroy already seated in his usual spot; twiddling his thumbs anxiously as he looked down to the floor. Festo was hoping this meant Fitzroy was finally ready to get to work, but...it would seem that’s not the case.

“...Is this why you’ve been hiding from Festo?” The fairy asks, seating themselves atop a stack of books so they can face the half-elf properly. Fitzroy refuses to meet their gaze, nervously scratching his neck as he nods. “Ah...I see…You do not believe in Festo’s teachings.” Fitzroy perks up at that, turning to them and vehemently shaking his head.

“I-It’s not that, Festo, really! It’s just…” Fitzroy trails off, looking frustrated and caught between words. “I just...When I came to you first, Festo, it was because I didn’t know why I had been given my magics and, therefore, was unable to control the outbursts. O-Or, that’s why I felt these lessons were good--I know they’re required, given my schooling track, but--”

“--Festo gets your point.” Festo finishes, not wanting Fitzroy to get lost in the semantics before getting out what needs to be said. He nods his head bashfully and continues.

“Right, yes. B-But now that I...I feel like now--or, I know now why I have magic. When...When I got cursed? I-I, uh...I met someone…”

“You met Chaos, yes?” Festo asks, simply. Fitzroy buffers for a moment, mouth sputtering as he attempts to grapple with the knowledge, and Festo snickers. “Fitzroy, did you think Festo did not understand where your powers came from upon first meeting you?” Fitzroy’s cheeks are tinged red as he opens and closes his mouth to try and retort. “Festo knew your magic was wild from before Festo even saw you! There are not many schools of magic that manifest in catfish transformation.”

“I...suppose so. B-But Festo, if you knew where my magic came from this whole time, why did you never tell me anything?”

“Because you never asked!” Festo answers cheerfully. Their response makes Fitzroy’s shoulders sag as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Also, it would not have been wise of Festo to give you such an answer when you were first learning your magic. Knowledge is not always key to understanding.”

“I’d say it is!” Fitzroy bites back, his hand dropping from his face. “These powers were imparted on me to do evil, Festo! A deity has been watching over my every move, cheering me on whenever I goofed up severely and got people hurt!” The air begins to crackle with static electricity as Fitzroy gets riled up, anxiously running both hands through his hair and lodging them there.

“I ripped a man’s hand off, Festo! That’s fucked!! I struck fear into innocent bystanders! A-And the worst part of it is th-that...I didn’t feel bad for doing it! The hand part, at least--I felt awful once I noticed how everyone was...was looking at me like some sort of monster. It’s terrible! I can’t sleep because of it, I don’t have an appetite anymore because anything I look at just becomes a hand or a shitty magic apple, a-and I can’t...I won’t do magic anymore.” He looks to Festo pleadingly, hoping they see his anguish and understand. “I-I can’t even summon Snippers anymore because I’m paranoid about him being a direct line for Chaos to watch me mess up! I-I don’t--I don’t want my magic anymore, Festo.”

Festo sits there, watching as Fitzroy huffs and puffs on the verge of a meltdown. Then, after Fitzroy seems to have regained a little bit of his compuse, they get up and fly over to him, grabbing his right hand with both of theirs and flipping it over so it’s palm-side up.

“Make a flame for Festo,” they command, not even bothering to look up and see the utter confusion and hurt on their student’s face. “Just do it, it will be fine. Have faith in Festo.” Fitzroy sighs, deep and long, before shutting his eyes and concentrating. In a few short moments, a small blue flame appears in his hand. Festo makes an affirmative noise as they study the flame. “How did that feel for you to do?”

“Um...Fine? I guess?” Fitzroy replies, sounding unsure.

“It did not hurt?”

“No…”

“Did not feel forced out of you?”

“No.”

“You feel confident that it was by your will that this flame came to your hand?”

“Y-Yes, Festo, what does that--”

“Then you are fine!” Festo states matter-of-factly. They push Fitzroy’s palm closed, thus extinguishing the flame. “You should not feel worried about Chaos’s influence!” They look up in time to see Fitzroy’s eyebrows furrowing. “You said yourself that the magic felt natural to you--it was not forced out of your hand or influenced by a force that was not your own brain, yes?”

“R-Right…” Fitzroy responds. Festo flies up to his face and pokes their forehead with maybe a bit too much force than necessary. “Ow! What the heck, Festo!?”

“Your magic may have been bestowed upon you by a being of influence, but it is you who controls how that manifests.” Festo explains, suddenly sounding wiser than normal. “Chaos can only influence your magic if you let them; other than that, they cannot control how you choose to use the gift they gave you. From Festo’s experience, they actually hate doing that, so you should not worry about being ‘controlled’!” Fitzroy’s eyes widen and he guffaws for a moment.

“W-Wait, Festo, you’ve had experiences with Chaos?” Festo twirls around in a circle and giggles mischievously.

“Not in that way, silly! Fairies are creatures of unpredictability; Chaos is one of our patron deities! Festo has had quite a few communes with them in Festo’s lifetime!” Fitzroy’s face scrunches up in disgust at the implication of their first sentence, making Festo laugh again. “You were the one who said ‘experiences’, not Festo!”

“Right, but I was not implying you had sexual experiences with a deity, Festo. I really don’t want to be thinking about...really anything like that ever, thank you very much.”

“You brought up sexual! Not Festo!”

“Ahhh! I am covering my ears until this conversation ends!” Fitzroy screams as he slaps his hands over his ears. Festo rolls their eyes and kicks Fitzroy in the nose. “OW! Are you even allowed to hit a student?!”

“Festo has tenure, remember?” Festo chides, letting out a snarky “teehee” before flying a little further back so Fitzroy can look at them properly. “Now, do you still want to stop your lessons? Festo won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Fitzroy stares for a long moment, brows furrowing once more as he thinks. He doesn’t think for too long before squaring his shoulders and sitting a little more confidently in his chair.

“Y’know what, Festo? I think...I think I’m going to keep at this magic thing! Show that Chaos who’s boss!” Fitzroy announces, his usual bravado back. Festo claps their hands as a shower of sparkles rains around them.

“Hooray! Festo is proud of you for conquering your fears!” Festo cheers, making Fitzroy flush a little with the praise. “Now, to make up for your missed lessons, Festo wants you to come here every day for the next two weeks after your classes! This is non-negotiable!” At this, Fitzroy deflates, just as Festo expected.

“Alright, I suppose I...deserve that for ghosting you for so long…” Fitzroy groans.

“Correct!” Festo chirps, causing Fitzroy to roll his eyes. “Now, to pick up where we left off, show Festo how you’re doing with Mage Hand…”

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It’s later that night, when the school has settled and all the students have gone to bed, that Festo returns to their office. They pull a set of small candles from one of the drawers in their desk and lay them out in a pattern on the desk’s surface. With a flick of their wrists, the candles are lit in an iridescent flame, and they close their eyes to pray.

Coming to, they find themselves in a familiar woodland clearing, looking unimpressed at the figure seated across from them. The figure, on the other hand, looks positively delighted to see them.

“Festo does not want you meddling with Fitzroy anymore,” Festo says, their voice uncharacteristically serious. Chaos smiles and shakes their head.

You, of all the beings in my court, should know I cannot do that. They reply. I have a special mission in mind for him, and I do intend on seeing it through to the end~

Then, the wind blows, and Festo wakes up back in their office in a circle of smoking candles. With a sigh, they put the extinguished candles away and leave.

Futile as it seems, Festo is determined to give Fitzroy control over his powers, Chaos be damned.

#taz graduation #taz grad spoilers #(kinda)#taz fitzroy #taz festo #taz chaos #taz sir fitzroy maplecourt #sir fitzroy maplecourt #festo #chaos #ignorance cloud on #this was really fun to do anon!!! thanks!!#i forgot how fun doing requests were yall should send in some if the spirit moves u

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rat-father · 4 years

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Part 1 of my new series! Clown whumper :)) it’s mainly gonna be whump with a hint of comfort here and there.

This is more an introduction to the characters and showing what they do, with some whump near the end

Most of this was written at 3 am so excuse the bad quality

I have some neat plans for the next parts which I’m excited to write

Tagging; @jordanstrophe

-- tw;; captivity/slave whump, intimate whumper, non con kiss, beating mention --

Mynci was trying out his new outfit in his personal tent. A red collared crop top with a fluffy white coat to go with it, the outfit matched perfectly with the big bow and blindfold he always wore. Some nice make-up and he would be all set to go. Even though he was a clown, he enjoyed dressing in fancy clothes with, to be unique and stand out from the crowd.

It was the start of October, so naturally, the circus would be all Halloween themed. But Mynci didn’t want to go for just black and orange, he wanted to do more, stand out from the crowd like he always did. He had practiced the art of visual magic for years, and he used that to his advantage during shows, even more so during festive months. The creatures he was able to bring to life never failed to amaze people, year and year again.

The show would begin in an hour, he had to make sure everything was set up and ready to go. He fixed his bow one last time and headed out towards the show tent, where his slave Pora had been working all day. His pointy ears twitched as he listened for where his slave could be. They were rummaging in the back, looking for something. Shortly after they came out walking in a fast pace, but as soon as they saw Mynci they dropped to their knees with a small thud.

“Is everything ready to go?” He crossed his arms and slowly walked over to them.

“A..Almost sir.”

A firm kick to the chest was enough to make the slave double over and whine in pain.

“Rule 5. No stuttering.”

They had to take a moment to regain their breath. “I’m sorry sir.”

Mynci scoffed and walked back out the tent, listening to the slave getting up to continue their tasks. He was going to have to punish him properly for breaking a rule later, for now, it was time to check on his friends. 2 of his childhood friends had been working with him for years, making a great trio together.

Val never spoke but her big wings, long flowy hair and round brown eyes combined with her flying abilities were always a big hit. She made a new outfit each month, all being loose and extravagant. Most of her stunts consists of ballerina dancing and flying around, showing off her tricks.

Kins, on the other hand was a total chatterbox. He worked as a jester and mainly helped Mynci with his stunts while adding jokes and music. During his own shows he also worked a lot with animals, rodents more specifically, and him pulling pranks on people with said rodents wasn’t uncommon.

They were hanging out in the tent they shared as always. Val carefully doing the jester’s make-up as he rambled on about different types of rats and which ones he wanted to get for his upcoming show.

“I wonder if their curls get in the way of- oh hi Mynci!”

“Hey! you guys ready for the show?”

”Excited as ever! The people will definitely love this one, I know it!”

Val smiled and nodded. Halloween wasn’t her favorite, but during the holidays more people from around the world came to watch, and she couldn’t deny she loved the praise she got every day.

“Amazing. I’ll be waiting for you guys, let’s make this show something wonderful.”

Everything was set up, everyone was ready, people were flooding in. The show tent was dark for the most part, small lamps dimly lighting up the seats. Playing with fire was something Mynci specialized in, and that was exactly what he would do for the show.

After his usual opening speech came the fun part, making animals out of flames. A flock of birds flying by with feathers being left behind, a bunny hopping around, then a wolf coming by and ripped them to shreds, with a lion roaring in the back.

The animals distracted the audience long enough for Val to swiftly move into the middle and create a gust of wind with her wings, effectively making all the flames disappear. All the attention turned to her as she flew up to the tight rope, and danced across it like it was nothing. Her movements were fluid and very captivating, white wings contrasting with the pitch black darkness surrounding her.

Lights turned back on one by one, revealing horses galloping around the stage, with the jester at the lead holding a riding crop and Val dancing between them. It would be enjoyable to watch for Pora, if they weren’t stuck backstage knowing torture was inevitable.

They’ve been there for long enough to know that even if they did behave well, they would always end up getting hurt, that was their only purpose. If there was a show going on then that at least meant they could take a break.

During the holidays Mynci would work outside the tent and entertain kids. On one hand they enjoyed it because it meant they wouldn’t get hurt for a while longer, but on the other he always came back tired and frustrated, meaning a worse punishment for them. They hugged their knees and stared at the curtains, hoping someone would be curious enough to go in and find them. That’s how they ended up in this predicament themselves, curiosity, which they instantly regretted once they got caught.

When the curtains did open it wasn’t some random person, it was Mynci. He was wearing a sweater and leggings, usually meaning he would be going to bed soon. They could only hope he was too tired to make the punishment long. But of course luck wasn’t on his side. He grabbed them by the hair and pushed them down to their knees

“Rule 1. Kneel when your owner is around.”

Shit. They forgot.

“Really breaking rules today are we now?” Mynci asked, amusement in his tone.

”I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.”

He walked past them to the storage closet, where he kept all his tools. Humming thoughtfully he turned back to his slave on the floor.

“I think I know the perfect punishment so you can remember your place,” he walked over and crouched in front of them, cupping their face with his hands. “Have you ever done acrobats?”

Their eyes widened and shook their head, they could already see where this was going. They didn’t want to be part of the show, part of the entertainment. Mynci smiled at them, their signature smile, and leaned in close.

“I guess I’ll have to teach you then, even more reasons to spend time with my favorite little dog! Just make sure the audience is entertained and maybe I’ll leave you alone for one night.”

He gave them a long kiss on the lips while stroking their cheeks with his thumbs. They hated it, wanted to pull away, but they knew he would do something worse to them if they did. They had learned their lesson last time. He finally stopped and left the room, winking at them before he closed the curtains again.

Pora crawled over to their usual corner, they wanted to cry and just give up, but they couldn’t, that meant Mynci had won. Even after months of being there, getting beaten and tortured for fun, they refused to give up.

#clown whump #whumpee #whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #non con tw #fancy clown man #this isn't his final form #he's pretty calm here

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durmstrange · 4 years

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Not Like That - Newt Scamander

Welcome to my newest Newt blurb.

I am rather proud of this one, so enjoy!

word count: 1,997

Newt had never been fond of drinking. In fact, he rarely drank at all, and if he did, he never was drunk. It wasn’t the kind of person he was, but today was a hard day for him.

Newt sat in a slightly dingy pub in London, one he had been a patron to years prior, and he simply fiddled with a trinket from his case in his hand as he sipped his bourbon every so often. As he grew older, Newt came to the point in life where he was an observer rather than being oblivious to all around him, like he had been when he was younger. He sat in the corner at the L-shaped counter, watching all the folks drinking and carrying on around him. His eyes kept dancing back to you, though.

You appeared to be slightly younger than him, not quite in the phase of life where you’re observing your surroundings, but you were reading a newspaper liberally, as if you were searching for something. He watched over the hours as you drank one drink after another, and it was not until your fourth drink did you give up on the newspaper and finally look around you.

Almost instantly, your eyes met his in a rather inglorious moment. Newt looked away, but it was not before you gathered your drink and moved to the corner next to him, leaving a seat between the two of you. You were simply breathtaking, to say the absolute least.

With a moment’s hesitation, you spoke. “I really apologize for bothering you, sir, but this is my second night here from Dublin and I lost the flat I’m staying in. If your familiar with the area, can I describe it and you point me in the general direction it’s in?” You spoke with a heavy Irish accent, something that Newt oddly didn’t hear nearly as much as he used to.

He frowned at your words, ducking his head down to avoid eye contact. He had only started observing things in the city, so he was unsure he’d be much help. “I suppose I can try,” he answered ambiguously and quietly, causing a small blush and frown to form on your face.

“If its a bother, I will leave you. I’m sorry, I just really want to get back,” you explained, your words quickened from the liquor you’ve consumed. A small, crooked smile formed on Newt’s lips as he ducked his head down. Despite your light inebriation, you were adorable him.

Ignoring your rant and apologies, he motioned for you to continue. “Well, go on then. Describe your flat,” he insisted and you smiled gratefully to him as your slouched back slightly. The smile on your lips was entirely foreign to him, but it was oddly enticing and easing to watch.

You sipped your drink, giving yourself a quick nod. “Right, yes. Well, I don’t remember the name of it to say my life. I believe it started with an ‘R’ or had one in it,” you explained and Newt simply stared. With heat rising to your cheeks, you continued as your grip loosened your glass. “Ah, the outside of it was this tan - er - gold colored bricks with black windows, you know, the type you can’t really see into. And the inside had rather new green carpeting, very expensive looking,” you added as your hand did a lot of the talking for you.

Newt watched your lips move rapidly as you spoke. With each curl of your lips and each word, he was more and more fascinated with you and your body language. You were visibly both nervous but confident, able to speak so animatedly but wringing your hands in your lap between movements. Every so often, your fingers wrapped themselves into the thin fabric of your mahogany colored dress before you released it, letting it dance around your middle-calf once more.

It took Newt a long moment to realize you had stopped talking. With a reddened face, he looked away from you and to his amber colored drink, thinking. It was rather difficult because his mind seemed to be overwhelmed and overrun by the image of your lips. “Erm, that seems like the Regency, perhaps, although their bricks are more red…” He trailed off and glanced at you for a half second. “It is on 34th Street, next to a theater.”

You looked away, towards the drinks on the wall, and thought. As you looked away, Newt took this opportunity to examine you further. You scrunched your nose up for a moment and knitted your eyebrows together, an odd but entertaining face. A ghost of a smile floated onto Newt’s lips when you looked back at him once more. “I suppose I will try it,” you agreed and fished into one of the pockets of your overcoat, placing money onto the counter next to your drink and standing. “Thank you so very much for your help!” You praised the stranger as you turned, walking fast towards the exit of the dreary pub.

Newt watched your movements closely, and as you fished into the pockets, he swore for half of a second, he caught a glimpse of a sleek, black wand tucked away into your coat. This made him all the more curious of you.

Partly because of this and partly because of how alluring you had been in the short interaction, Newt followed in suit by placing money onto the counter for his own drink and high-tailing from the pub after you. By the time Newt made it out the door, you were about to turn the corner of the block. He rushed to you, grabbing your arm. You whipped around, pulling your arm from his grasp and pushing your hand into your pocket. Once your eyes landed upon Newt, you relaxed in the slightest bit.

“I apologize, I did not mean to startle you,” Newt apologized quickly with a severely reddened face. With slightly narrow eyes, you remained silent to allow him to speak. “Just after you left, I realized how late it was and wanted to offer to walk you to your hotel.” Newt lied on the spot, stuttering lightly to get his words out.

With remaining narrow eyes, you hummed. “Is this some ploy to get into my hotel room?” Your voice was unintentionally skeptically and began to inch away from the odd man.

Newt blushed further, almost to the point where his freckles all ran together, and you appreciated this for some reason. “No! Of course not. I am not that kind of man,” he insisted as he fidgeted in his spot. “If you are uncomfortable with this, I think I’ll just go. Sorry to bother you,” he continued rapidly, turning on his heels and beginning to walk away.

As he walked a few steps forward, rather hurriedly, you smiled. “What’s your name?” You asked the stranger, who froze in his spot and glanced over his shoulder.

“Newt Scamander.” He answered wearily as you glanced down to your watch.

“Newt Scamander…” You repeated, sure you had heard that name before. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” With a thoughtful hum, you put your hands into your pockets. “It is pretty late,” you admitted softly and Newt could barely hear you with the others on the street. He turned, facing you fully. “Would you mind walking with me, Mr. Scamander?”

Newt hesitated a moment, but shook his head, moving back towards you. “I wouldn’t mind in the least bit,” he told you as you smiled, giving him a nod, and walking in sync with him. Your small heels clicked with each step and Newt’s worn shoes were near silent, something you envied. “You came from Dublin?” Newt asked you after a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response, looking up at the lights of the buildings. “I came for work. They transferred me to London indefinitely,” you added in explanation quietly as your eyes turned to your feet, focusing on your walking.

Newt hummed as well. “Where do you work?” He continued to question, causing a light smile to form on your lips.

“In the government,” you answered ambiguously and smirked at your own cleverness. Newt nodded lightly as you glanced down at his hands, the smile growing wider. You looked around the two of you, making sure no one was in earshot of your words. “So, you’re a wizard,” you observed, rather than asked of Newt.

He seemed to almost choke on his words as he tried to speak. With a shocked look, he stared ahead of the two of you, refusing to look at your face. “Pardon?” He stuttered out, stealing glances at you every few seconds.

Smoothly, you snatched his forearm into your hand, using your other to delve into his sleeve and fish out his wand, briefly exposing the end of it. “Just an observation.” You smirked as a panicked look remained on Newt’s face. He opened his mouth to speak, but you released his hand, letting it fall to his side once more. “No need to worry, Mr. Scamander. I work for the Ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I’m not an enemy,” you explained quietly as Newt came to a stop.

“You work with creatures?” He asked incredulously as you nodded for him to continue walking.

He did as instructed, but stared at you still. “That is correct. More specifically, I work in the Office of Misinformation, but I often like to be out in the field.” There was a twinkle in your eye as you explained that drove Newt up the wall. As if you were not charming enough - you were a creature enthusiast! “Not long after you told me your name, I knew you would appreciate that. It took me a moment to draw the connections is all, Mr. Scamander,” you added with an equally charming smile, something Newt would never get tired of seeing.

With a small smile growing on his face, he ducked his head. “Call me Newt.”

“Very well, Newt,” you replied, using his first name for the first time naturally. The way it rolled from your mouth gave Newt a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had not felt in many years.

He swallowed hard. “I suppose if you have heard of me and my endeavors, then you’re quite aware of my case.” Newt speculated, receiving a nod and smirk from you in response. He glanced at the building you had arrived to, suddenly annoyed with how short a walk it was. “If you would like to meet some more creatures, I am sure they would enjoy having you around,” he offered to you awkwardly and stopped once more outside of your flat.

With widened eyes, you smiled greatly. “Are you inviting me to see your case?” You asked him excitedly as you clapped your hands together in excitement. Newt nodded lightly, causing your smile to grow so much more. “Oh, I would die to see them!” Your voice was genuinely excited and he smiled lightly and glanced at the ground once more. “Tomorrow, can you meet me here around noon? We can get a quick lunch and then tend your creatures?” You questioned him hopefully, watching as his cheeks turned a light shade of red at your questions.

“Tomorrow at noon,” Newt confirmed, giving you a kind smile.

With another excited clap, you nodded. “Wonderful! Thank you for walking with me, Newt. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow.” You told him softly. “Goodnight.”

Newt nodded. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” He breathed out and watched you spin, strutting towards the front doors of the flat quickly. Once you were entirely out of sight, Newt visibly relaxed, his shoulders slouching forward and an odd smile on his face. “A piece of work, she is.” He muttered to himself but undeniably could not wait to see you again.

#newt scamander #Newt Scamander fanfic #Newt Scamander fanfiction #Newt Scamander imagine #Newt Scamander oneshot #newt scamander one shot #harry potter #Harry Potter fanfic #Harry Potter fanfiction #hogwarts #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts fanfiction #fantastic beasts fanfic

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buckyodinson · 5 years

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Forbidden (Mandalorian x Reader)

Request from @londelle : Reader is a jedi who ends up joining Mando. They didn't get along at first because of the Mandalorian and Jedi conflict, but eventually they fall for each other, and it's after the reader saves Din. It freaks them both out about their feelings.

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This is set during the first few episode of the season, I struggled a little to find a place that it would fit (I rewrote this like 3 times trying to find the best way to fit the story together), so there’s a little divergence from the actual episodes themselves. I hope you enjoy! As always, feedback (good or bad) is appreciated!!

Word Count: 2k

Much like the Mandalorian, you traveled the galaxy looking for jobs. Whatever you could get your hands and were paid well for, you were happy to commit to for a while, before moving to another town, another planet, another system. You’d worked in cantinas, you’d worked in casinos, and even briefly as a Queen’s aide on a remote planet you’d already forgotten the name of.

Currently though, you were on Arvala-7, helping Kuill on his moisture farm. It was pretty easy work, and he paid you well. It was the longest you’d kept a job in recent years, and you weren’t rushing to move on anytime soon. You were very helpful to have around the moisture farm, as Kuill had discovered very soon after hiring you. Jawas were a known nuisance on Arvala-7, especially in the areas surrounding Kuill’s farm. One night, you awoke suddenly, hyper-aware something was wrong, and when you ran outside, you saw a Jawa ship, and a group of Jawas attempting to steal one of the farm’s vaporators. You held out an arm, took a deep breath and channeled all your energy, and struck the Jawas with a large wooden beam you’d been using to build a pen for Kuiil’s blurgs.

The Jawas scarpered after that, seemingly terrified, and had yet to return to the farm. Kuiil was extremely grateful, and in awe at watching your power. He had been stunned when you admitted you were a Jedi, recalling the stories he read as a child, in disbelief that he had a Jedi working for him. That night, you dug through all your belongings to show him your lightsaber, which you hadn’t touched, or even looked at, in years. It was a dangerous living in recent times, so you kept your powers to yourself unless absolutely necessary.

Fast forward to a year later, and you’re still working on Kuill’s farm. Throughout your time there, many mercenaries and bounty hunters have come and gone, most seemingly unsuccessful in their endeavours. Kuiil offers to help where he can, lending them a blurg if they need it, or simply pointing them in the right direction.

You’re sure rumours of a Jedi floating about in the bounty hunter community would do no good, and Kuill was very good at keeping your secret. When a Mandalorian turned up at the farm with Kuill, however, you knew your history could definitely not be brought up. There is a long history of hostility between the Jedi and the Mandalorians, and you wanted no part in furthering the conflict. But when Kuiil was offering to take the Mandalorian part way to his bounty, he offhandedly mentioned how you should travel with him the whole way because of how skilled you were, which was likely due to your force-sensitivity. Kuiil immediately realised his mistake, but it was too late. The Mandalorian’s posture shifted, and he told Kuill that you were not to join them.

Kuill, a true gentleman, and advocate for your skill, refused to help unless you came with him, and the Mandalorian eventually caved. You proved immense help when he was locating the Child. You were covering him at the compound, while he and the IG droid attempted to break into it and capture the bounty. The Mandalorian had given you a gun, and you were supposed to stay back and shoot from a distance, but you realised there were too may Nikto mercenaries, and you were admittedly a bad shot, so you joined the field. The mercenaries were pretty distracted once they witnessed you walk into the entrance, lightsaber drawn. This allows the Mandalorian and the IG unit to enter the compound and collect the bounty.

You’d made light work of killing all the mercenaries, and was about to sit for a minute’s rest when you heard a blaster shot. Assuming the droid had betrayed the Mandalorian, you burst into the room, lightsaber in hand, ready to strike it down. You were met, however, by The Mandalorian staring into a crib. You holstered your lightsaber and moved to his side, peering into the crib, where your eyes met those of a small creature. The Mandalorian reached a hand out to it, and it raised one of it’s own in response. You studied the creature, a vague sense of recognition stirred somewhere deep in your mind, but you couldn’t place the feeling.

Knowing others would come, the Mandalorian closed the crib, and the pair of you left the compound with it, starting your long journey back to the farm. Mando was quietly impressed underneath his helmet when he saw the scene you’d left behind after you’d joined the fight. He thought that perhaps Jedi aren’t as bad as they’re made out to be. After all, why would one help him, after all the conflict their two kinds had gone through?

He questions the Jedi again, when he’s faced with a Mudhorn. You’re about to use the force to try and hold the creature off, but you’re beaten to it by the small creature in the crib. You gawk in amazement at the raw power it possess, giving the Mandalorian a chance to kill the Mudhorn. You run over to him and give him a hand up, and he seems dazed.

“The Child has the force. Like me.” you marvel, and he turns to look at you.

“You mean that thing is a Jedi?” he asks incredulously.

“It would seem so. I assume it is untrained, because of it’s age, but I’ve never seen such power, especially from one so young.”

He looks down into the crib, where the Child is now sleeping, and for the second time in a few days, he’s wondering if the Jedi are truly his enemy.

After all this, you decide to move on from Kuiil’s farm, knowing news of a Jedi in these parts would reach unfriendly ears, and the Mandalorian offers to fly you to Nevarro with him, and you gladly accept. You wish him good luck with the hand-off and go your seperate ways on Nevarro, but not much time passes before you find yourself leaping into action again to help the Mandalorian, and before you know it, you’re in the midst of a stand-off with The Guild.

Everything goes by so quickly, and all of a sudden, you’re back in the Mandalorian’s ship, laying on the ground, with a blaster shot to your side. You stir, and observe the Mandalorian climb down from the cockpit, med-kit in hand. As he administers some bacta spray, he can’t help but ask a question that’s been bothering him.

“Why did you help me? Why did you put yourself in the firing line for me and the child?”

“It’s the Jedi way. Really, we’re supposed to be peacekeepers, and while none of that was remotely peaceful, I can tell you care deeply for the Child, and it was simply the right thing to do. Who knows what they were going to do to it back there... I don’t want to think about it. It can use the force too, it is in my nature to protect my own kind, as I am sure is in your nature to do the same. We’re not as different as our ancestors seemed to think.” you rambled to distract yourself from the pain.

“Do you think you could help the child?”

“In what way?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. But having you around could show the kid how to control it’s powers. And maybe show me why the Jedi aren’t as bad as my people make you out to be?”

“I am curious about the child. I remember one like him when I was just a youngling, and I was first training. Perhaps the more time I spend with him. the more I will remember, and maybe we can find his people?”

“Finding his real home would be ideal, travelling with me is no life for a child.” he spoke sadly, and you wondered how lonely life must be for him. You wondered maybe if he needed the company more than he was letting on.

You stuck around, and helped the little one grow stronger, and The Mandalorian (or as he now let you call him, Mando) grew to enjoy your company. You were certainly useful to have around. If someone didn’t go running at the sight of a Mandalorian, they certainly did when he was joined by you wielding a lightsaber. You made a pretty great pair, both on and off the battlefield. Mando found himself craving your company, and although he wasn’t much of a talker, would try to have conversations with you about anything and everything.

He realised fairly quickly that perhaps he was having romantic feelings towards you. He dismissed them, as it was against the Creed, and after having learned about the way of the Jedi from you, learned that Jedi were not supposed to have romantic attachments. He buried his feelings deep within the Beskar, but that didn’t stop him stealing glances at you and smiling as you sat with the child and praised him for lifting small objects.

Little did he know, you were struggling against your own code too. You knew attachments were forbidden to your people, but you’d never felt this way before. It was almost exhilarating, because it was forbidden - both in the Jedi code, but also in terms of ancestry and the dealings of those who came before you. A Jedi and a Mandalorian joining together was something that had never happened before. Could you be the first?

You were both fiercely protective of the child, and of one another too. As time grew on, you both became less adept at hiding your feeling. You could never tell what he was looking at through his visor but you were frequently caught staring at Mando, and it’s a surprise you didn’t get whiplash from the speed you would look away when he caught you. What you didn’t know was that he was smirking in those moments, and wondering if he should make a move. He desperately wanted to, but didn’t know how.

One night, he awoke in the middle of the night and stumbled upon you sat in the cockpit rocking the Child in your arms, softly singing it a song. The Child was sleeping by this point, but you found it peaceful, just to watch the stars go by as you sang quietly. Mando startled you slightly by placing a hand on your shoulder, and your wide eyes scanned the Child, but you relaxed when you noticed he was still sleeping.

“Mando, you scared me!” you whispered at him, as he turned the pilot’s seat around and sat himself down in it.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, and your heart leaped in your chest at the sound. “You have a lovely voice, by the way.”

You blushed profusely at the compliment and whispered a thank you. Mando sat in contemplation for a minute before reaching a hand out to stroke the Child’s ear. He cooed in response but did not stir, and Mando’s heart leaped at the small chuckle that left your lips. He slowly moved his hand to find yours, and hold it tightly. You looked up into the slits in the Beskar, confusion painting your features.

“I truly enjoy having you around, you know that right?” he asked slowly and you smiled and nodded in response. “Good.” came his curt reply.

“I enjoy being here too, Mando. Since leaving the Jedi all those years ago, it’s been lonely. But you and the Child are like a little family to me now.” you smiled down at the Child, and then your eyes lingered on your linked hands, and you blushed again. This is probably the most physical contact the two of you had shared.

You fell into a comfortable silence, Mando’s thumb tracing your knuckles while he was deep in thought, trying to work out what to say. Before he could say anything, you let out a small yawn, and slowly withdrew your hand from his. The loss of warmth made him sigh, and he hopes you didn’t catch it (you did). You stand up, and announce your retirement to sleep. Before you turn to leave though, you lean down and place a chaste kiss to the top of Mando’s helmet before scurrying away. You’re blushing like never before, and Mando has the biggest grin smacked on his face, which is equally flushed.

Maybe this could work out...

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blueluneacy · 5 years

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Reptilian Research

It’s the second place fic! It’s a Diego/Reader, the first I’ve ever written. It’s a modern au, so I hope I did him justice. Thank you so much @giogio-gucci-gangstar !

This is all fluff, no real warnings!

“Come on, just let me see a little! Pleeeeease?!” You asked, giving big pouting eyes to your boyfriend. Ever since Diego had revealed the power of his stand to you, you had been obsessed, but not for the reasons anyone truly expected. Sure, your weirdo boyfriend had turned out to be a powerful handsome stand user that could take over at least the county if he wanted to. But, that wasn’t really what you were too concerned about.

“(Y/n), please. I’m in the middle of something.” Diego told you, but you just pouted, laying your head on his lap, right in front of his phone. You were like a cat, desperate for his attention. Besides, he was just scrolling through the internet anyway, you knew that for a fact.

“No you’re noooot. Come on, just a peek, let me seee! Please, oh great Dio, let me see… Just once, and my life will be complete…” You told him, laying the drama on as thick as you could while appealing to your boyfriend’s ego. You poked at the bandaid on his cheek, continually being annoying as you laid on his lap. He pulled his arms and phone out from under you, but you just stared up at him with puppy eyes until he finally caved. He opened his mouth to reveal a set of razor sharp teeth, leaving you to gasp and you sprung up.

“Whoa, that’s so cool! And they’re real too, oh my god!” You smiled, leaning close enough to Diego’s mouth that he could bite off your nose if he so pleased. Luckily, Diego loved you lots, letting you examine the teeth he grew with his stand, grinning widely. “Oh, hold still, I should take pictures! Oh, these teeth could tear apart prey during the prime of the creature's life…” You gasped, grabbing your phone as your Diego rolled his eyes. If it were anyone else, you would be snapped at and told to buzz off. But, Diego adored you, weird obsession and all, letting you do as you pleased until you finally had enough pictures to be satisfied. “Thank you baby. This will definitely help in my research…” You smiled, leaning to grab your notebook. Diego just laughed, not really letting go of you quite yet.

“Research? What are you, a scientist now?” Diego teased, but you just pouted.

“Yeah. I’m a Diegologist. I’m researching you.” You laughed, looking over the photos and fawning over them. You couldn’t help it, you just found them to be so interesting. Diego watched as you looked over them, sighing. He loved to see you happy, and he felt like if he could make you happy over something so small, then he could make you infinitely happy over showing you more. You felt the hands around you slightly dig into your flesh as the transformed, and you looked down, gasping.

“Oh, my goodness! Look at these, they’re… They’re gorgeous!” You gasped, grabbing onto the sharp new claws and looking over them. You grinned, looking over them and making note of them. Connected through bone, not caratin, interesting, interesting. It sort of reminded me of cat claws, except these could probably eviscerate you with a flick of Diego’s knuckle. “Most of me is. Thank you for noticing.” Diego teased, laughing a bit. You just shook your head, holding onto the nail and tracing the edge, before pricking your finger and squeaking. Diego tutted slightly, taking your hand with his unclawed one.

“Now now, look what you’ve done… Absolutely careless.” He tutted, but you just pouted.

“Oh please. Next time I’ll bleed and stain all of your clothing.” You teased, leaving Diego to gasp and let go of your hand. You chuckled, licking the wound before going back to looking over the claws, giggling as you touched them. Diego just rolled his eyes, leaning his head on your shoulder. “What, not going to ask me to dig them into your sides?” He teased. You just laughed, shaking your head and making a small bluh sound. “No thanks. In fact, I don’t think I’m ever going to kiss you again. You probably have dinosaur breath.” You just laughed, pushing Diego away. He pouted, immediately protesting.

“Hey! You don’t even know what dinosaur breath smells like!” He tried to defend, but you just smiled, poking his tummy.

“I can take a guess. Blood and meat. Do you brush your dinosaur teeth? Or do they destroy tooth brushes?” You asked, honestly ready to take notes on whatever Diego told you. He just rolled his eyes.

“I brush my regular teeth, thank you. And I’m positive my breath as it is now is perfect for kissing.” He told you, leaving you to giggle as you scooted back over to your boyfriend, leaning your head against his chest.

“I suppose I shouldn’t kiss you with those teeth anyway. You’d get too frisky and bite my lip off.” You replied as you leaned your head against Diego and closed your eyes. Even so, your mouth still moved a mile a minute, hoping to get more information out of Diego about dinosaurs. You just couldn’t keep still about it.

“Hey, what are your scales like? Oh, and your bone structure! Through looking at the bone structure, we can look at exactly how the animal killed, and now we have access to previously unfossilized soft tissue…” You giggled incessantly at the thought of dinosaurs, leaving Diego to just sigh.

“You know, I can turn other things into dinosaurs too. Maybe we can make a little one you can keep as a pet roach, or something.” Diego offered. It was more of a way to get you to stop asking him to show him every part of his body transformed bit by bit. It was only slightly weird. Only slightly. You just jumped up at the chance, eyes wide. “Really?! Oh my goodness, I’ll have to find the right cage size, oh god, how much space did a single raptor take up?! Is it possible that we could use this to actually figure out the true dietary needs of the animal, wait…” You were already racing through your mind, hoping to figure out how exactly to take care of a long extinct animal, leaving your boyfriend only to laugh and kiss you on the cheek.

“Man, Jurassic Park did not scare you one bit, did it?” He teased. You just smiled, shrugging a bit.

“Honestly, if I died via T-Rex, I think I would die happy.” You just laughed, not looking at Diego as you began to fiddle through your notebook, trying to figure out exactly what to do with your notes. How exactly would you keep a tiny dinosaur contained? How small was too small? Would a tiny dinosaur be able to bite your finger off when you picked it up? These were all extremely important questions that needed answering.

“Hey baby, can you chew through metal?” You asked, thinking aloud and you did some mental math. Diego just stared at you, blinking twice before responding.

“I’ve never tried, why? Am I getting kidnapped?” He asked, teasing slightly. You just giggled.

“Ah yes, into my basement you go. I’m going to do dinosaur experiments on you.” You told him, grinning widely. He just rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be shocked. Well, figure out your whole thing. I can get you one, but I’m sure you want to make sure you can actually take care of it first.” Diego replied, sighing a bit as he played with your hair. It was a relaxing time.

“Oh yeah, definitely. I think I’d cry if a dinosaur died.”

“I have bad news for you.” Diego poked your tummy, teasing you. You just sighed, shaking your head.

“That damn meteor… If only it had never struck, I would be able to have a pet triceratops.” You grinned at the thought. Diego just shook his head.

“You do realize that the death of the dinosaurs paved the way for mammals to become a dominant lifeforce on the earth.” Diego sighed. You just shook your head, sticking out your tongue before replying.

“Nooooot listening. I’d rather be a little rat with a dinosaur than a human with no dinos.” You grumbled, crossing your arms. Diego just laughed a bit, playing with your hair. The two of you sat there for a moment, before a small realization hit you.

“Hey, can you have a tail?” You asked, a spark coming in your eye. Diego didn’t realize at first what it was.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, and you just felt a devious feeling in your stomach grow.

“Can I seeeeeee it?” You asked, pouting. You put on your best puppy dog eyes as you looked at Diego, hoping to convince him solely by how cute you were. He sighed, removing his hand from your hair to cross his arms.

“Come on, dear, I thought it was going to be the end at the teeth, and the the claws.” He told you. You sighed, pouting slightly as you nodded, defeated. Diego was right, you had made a deal to leave him alone, even though you wanted to see more. You couldn’t help it. Your curiosity was so great, you honestly wanted to see every piece of what your boyfriend’s ability had to offer. That’s not to say that you didn’t love Diego without the ability, of course not! You had fallen in love with Diego’s charm and wit, despite his attitude and penchant for acting superior. Diego, on the other hand, as much as your questions sometimes bugged him when he wanted to relax, had fallen in love with your inquisitive nature and your tendency to ask why after every little thing, rather than just listening blindly like so many he had encountered. Diego saw your pouting face, and immediately felt bad. He felt like he was almost stopping the curious nature that he had fallen in love with, and instead keeping you passive. You had your eyes closed, gasping as you felt the scales touch your side.

Your eyes shot open, and you felt yourself unable to keep a smile off your face as you saw the blue and yellow scales.

“Oh, Diego… It’s… It’s…” You thought for a moment, searching for the right words to say as you stared in awe.

“It’s gorgeous!” You grinned, petting the tail gently to feel the hardened scales against your hands. Diego smiled, obviously pleased with the praise he was getting as well as your happy face as you ran your hand down the tail, touching the tip.

“Oh, this scale pattern is interesting too. It’s very you.” You giggled, getting closer to Diego to look over the tail. Diego just grinned.

“I hope that was a compliment. I’m very particular about this, you know.” He said. You just laughed, nodding.

“Of course it’s a good thing, Dio. You know I love absolutely everything about you. All of it’s extraordinary.” You said, leaning in to give Diego a kiss on the cheek. You moved to go back to examining the tail, but Diego wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in his lap.

“I know I know, I’m absolutely wonderful. You’re absolutely taken with me.” Diego teased, leaning in to rest his head in the crook of your neck. You were about to protest and squirm more, but Diego wrapped his tail around you as well, leaving you trapped in his embrace.

“Diiiiiegoooo, come oooon.” You complained, but Dio just smiled, leaving you a kiss on the neck.

“Let me hold you for a while, love. You can examine all you like later.” He told you. You sighed, closing your eyes and letting your boyfriend cuddle you as he pleased. There was a small rumble in his chest as he held you, almost like the purr of a cat. You relaxed in his embrace, smiling slightly as the two of you just sat together. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, and even though you probably weren’t going to get all the info you wanted from Diego about dinosaurs, you got something even better. Time with the person you loved most.

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wisdomrays · 3 years

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TAFAKKUR: Part 417

A COMMENTARY ON THE CONTEMPORARY WORLD: Part 1

THIRD REMARK

Man, with respect to action and bodily endeavors, is no more than a weak animal, a helpless creature. So limited a circle is the realm at his disposal in this respect that his fingers can touch its circumference, and such are the weakness, impotence and indolence of man that even the domestic animals are influenced by them. If, for example, domesticated goats and asses are compared with their wild counterparts, great differences will be observed between them.

But as a passive, recipient being who needs to pray and petition, man is a worthy traveller allowed to stay for some time in the guest-house of this world. He is the guest of a Generous One, Who has put the treasures of His infinite Compassion at his disposal, and subjugated to him His peerless works of creative power which are his servants. Also, He has prepared for the use and pleasure of His guest such a vast area of spectacle that its radius is as far as sight or even imagination can reach.

Now then, if man, by relying on his physical capacity and innate abilities takes the worldly life as his goal and concentrates on the pleasures of this life, he will suffocate within a very narrow circle. Furthermore, the parts of his body and his senses and faculties will bring suit and witness against him in the Hereafter. But if he knows himself to be a guest and spends his life within the limits approved by his generous Host, he will lead a happy and peaceful life and attain to the highest rank among the creation. In the Hereafter, he will be rewarded with an everlasting life of bliss, and the members of his body and all his faculties will bear witness in his favour.

All the wonderful faculties of man have not been given him so that he might use them in this trivial worldly life, but they have been given for an important life of eternity. When compared to animals, man is seen to have many more faculties and senses whereas the pleasure he can take from merely physical life is much less than that of an animal. Every single pleasure of the worldly life bears the traces of thousands of pains, and is spoiled with the sorrows left from the past, the fears of the future, and the disappearance of the pleasure itself. But this is not the case with an animal. Its pleasures are free from pains and its enjoyments are without anxiety. Neither is it affected by the sorrows of the past, nor can anxieties for the future prevent it from the enjoyment of its life. It leads a comfortable life, and praises its Creator.

To conclude, if man, who has been created on the best pattern, concentrates on the worldly life, he is reduced to a rank a hundred times lower than a sparrow, although he has a hundred times as many and developed faculties as an animal. In another treatise, I explained this fact in the form of a parable. I will now repeat it, as it is related to the subject.

A man gives one of his servants ten gold lira and orders him to have a suit made for himself of some particular type of cloth. He gives a thousand gold lira to another servant of his and sends him to the bazaar with a shopping list. The former has an excellent suit made for himself of cloth of finest quality. The latter acts foolishly. He does not notice how much money was given to him, nor reads the shopping list, but thinks he should imitate his friend. Therefore, he goes to a shop, and gives all of the thousand gold lira in exchange for a suit. That unfortunate servant then returns to his lord and recieves a severe punishment and a terrible torment.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence perceives that the thousand gold lira were not given to the servant to buy a suit, but for a very important transaction.

Similarly, the spiritual faculties and the feelings and senses with which man has been endowed, are much more developed than those of animals. For example, his eye can identify all degrees of beauty; his sense of taste, his tongue, can distinguish the various tastes of all kinds of food, his intelligence can penetrate into the many details of visible realities; his heart yearns for all ranks of perfection, and so on. Whereas, the faculties of animals (with the exception of some one particular faculty which greatly develops in each animal according to its particular duty) can realize only a very little development, if any.

The reason why man has so many faculties is that man’s senses and feelings have developed very far owing to his mind and intellect. The large variety of his needs has caused him to evolve different types of feelings, and to become very sensitive to all kinds of things. Also, due to his comprehensive nature he has been given such desires as are turned to several aims and objectives. Because of the diversity of his essential (natural) duties, his senses and faculties have greatly expanded. Furthermore, since he has an inclination and capacity to perform all types of worship, he has the potential to realize all kinds of perfection.

Obviously, this kind of richness in faculties and abundance of potentialities can by no means have been given to him for an insignificant, temporary, worldly life. They exist in man because his essential duty is to perceive his obligations that are directed to endless aims, to affirm his impotence, poverty and insufficiency in the form of worship, to study by his far-reaching sight and penetrating understanding and to bear witness to the glorification of Allah by all creation, to discern and be grateful for the aid of the All-Gracious One sent in the form of bounties, and to gaze and, reflect upon, and draw warning from, the miracles of the Power of the Lord manifested in His works of creation.

O world-worshipping man, who are charmed by the worldly life and ignorant of the meaning of your nature as the best pattern of creation! Once I saw the true nature of this worldly life in an imaginary vision, as follows:

I happened to be on a long journey. My Lord had caused me to set out on this journey, and had assigned to me sixty gold lira, which would be given to me in instalments on different occasions. This went on for some time and after a while I arrived at an inn where an entertainment was going on. I gambled away my last ten gold lira there in one night of entertainment and notoriety. When it was morning, I had no money to buy the provisions that I would need at my destination. All that remained to me of my allowance was pains and sorrows and regrets left by sins and illicit pleasures.

I was in that wretched state, when a man turned up and said to me: ‘You have lost all you had, and hence you have deserved punishment. Moreover, you will go on to your destination with no money. But the door of repentance is not closed, if you use your mind. Save the half of the fifteen gold lira which will be given to you as the rest of your allowance, and buy with that the (necessary) provisions you will need at your destination.’

My selfhood was not content with putting aside half, so the man said, ‘Save a third of it then.’ But with this also my seltbood was not content. The man insisted ‘then a quarter.’ I realized my selfhood would not be able to abandon it addictions, so the man turned away in some indignation and disappeared.

At just this moment, I found myself on a train speeding down a vertical tunnel. I was alarmed, but there was no way to escape. To my curious surprise, I saw that there were very attractive flowers and tasty-looking fruits alongside the track, hanging out from the sides of the tunnel. I foolishly attempted to pick some of them. But all around them were thoms which hurt and cut my hands as I touched them; what I tried to hold slipped from me because of the speed of the train. I could take hold of only a few and not for long. An attendant came beside me and said: ‘Give me five pence, and in return I will give you as many flowers and fruits as you want. Otherwise with your hands all cut up, you will lose a hundred instead of five. Besides, there is a punishment for picking them without permission.’

Depressed by this condition, I looked out from the window to see when the tunnel would end. But there was no end in sight. I observed many openings in the walls of the tunnel into which passengers from the train were being thrown. Suddenly I caught sight of an opening just opposite me with a gravestone on either side. When I peered out I made out my name, SA’ID written in capital letters on the gravestones. I gave a cry of bewilderment and repentance. Unexpectedly, I heard the voice of the man who had given me advice at the door of the inn, saying to me:

- Have you come to your senses?

- Yes, I have. But I am in despair and there is nothing I can do.

- Repent, and trust in Allah.

- I do.

Then I woke up and I found myself transformed into New Sa’id; the Old Sa’id had gone away.

I will now interpret some aspects of this imaginary vision:

The journey is man"s life, which is, in fact a journey from the incorporeal world of eternity, passing through the stages of mother"s womb, youth, old age, the grave, the intermediate world, resurrection and the Bridge. The sixty golden lira are the sixty years of an average lifetime. I was forty-five years old when I saw that imaginary vision. Only Allah knows when I will die. A sincere student of the Holy Qur'an showed me the true path so that I might spend half of the remaining fifteen years for the Hereafter. The inn, as I came to understand, was Istanbul for me. The train represents time, and each wagon, a year. The tunnel is the worldly life; the thorny flowers and fruits stand for illicit pleasures and forbidden amusements that make the heart bleed with the idea of seperation at the very moment you reach out for them. Disappearance of pleasures increases sorrow, and besides, being unlawful, they cause one to suffer punishment. The attendant on the train had said: "Give me five pence, and in return, I will give you as many flowers and fruits as you wish." This means that the permissible tastes and pleasures, obtained in lawful ways, are enough for one"s satisfaction; they leave no need to have recourse to unlawful ways. You can interpret for yourself the remaining details of the vision.

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕌𝕡♡

Hi! Can I request a matchup for free, haikyuu, and knb? I’d also like to thank you in advance as I would like to keep my request anonymous.

I’m very cautious around people I am not close to, therefore I tend wait for them to initiate conversation with me. Although it is difficult, sometimes I am able to muster a greeting and a few comments or questions if it’s needed. I am very careful about what I chose to say or do in front of them as I’m worried about what they may think of me. Therefore I keep my guard up, pay attention to my surroundings, and be careful with their feelings as well (which can make talking to people even harder sometimes). I am very anxious around social situations/interactions and often keep them impersonal. It would take a lot of time for me to properly open up to someone. With those I’m close to, I am more open to sharing whether it be something on my mind, something that happened that day, or whatever else I could talk about with them. I’m also able to let myself be more expressive emotionally and I’m quite transparent in my actions about how I feel. I can be quite silly too. But I am the type of person who takes time before properly sharing my worries and concerns, and also tends to observe and reflect before acting. I like to show I care for someone by helping them with something if I can, giving them their favorite things or taking them to their favorite places, and take note of their craving or wants to treat them to at another time. I’d also like to share with them the things I like too, whether it be sharing candy with them or sharing about a hobby.

I have a habit of talking to myself and daydreaming that I also use as a way to release nervous energy. Interacting and dealing with others can be tiring for me, so it is important for me to have time to recharge myself and I very much prefer being alone or with a close friend or two. I definitely have days where my mental illness interferes with my daily functioning even more than usual. I work hard at doing the best I can do whether for work or leisure, which can make me a bit of a perfectionist, and it’s not unusual for me to become emotional about these things. But I am getting better for not beating up myself if it’s not “perfect,“ and understand that my best is good enough. Self-improvement is important to me because not only it helps me grow as a person and find a way to deal with my mental illness. I try to improve myself through learning about new things and applying them, and by being reflective of my actions. Even though I can be reluctant, I also think it is important for me to take my time and be open in trying new things. But sometimes I can be a little too expecting of myself and others which can lead me to being upset that things didn’t work out how I hoped them to. Overall, I’m serious and meticulous when it comes to my work and what’s important to me.

I’m more sensitive than I’d like to admit and I think it’s because sometimes I take things too seriously. I have a tendency to speak slowly and have a loud sneeze. I have an easier time opening up to animals, I enjoy spending time and chatting with them. I have a soft spot for even the animals that need time to open up because they are all deserving of love. I used to play drums and a bit of piano, I’d like to get back to playing them though or maybe even try learning something new. I also like to sing a little but I’m a bit more shy about it. I like to listen to music, play video games, make crafts, collect plushies, and collect stationery. I’m about 156 cm, have chin length hair, wear glasses, and have an average build that is a bit chubby. I have dimples but the one on the right is more prominent than the other and I also like eating sweets. I usually only wear very simple clothes, but I do wish that could wear something different or nicer if I was more confident because I really think that clothing would be a great way of expressing myself.

Anyways, I was very excited to come across this blog :)

Have a good day/night and please take your time with request (❁´◡`❁)

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Sweet and naturally kind at heart, Makoto isn’t afraid to not only initiate conversation with you, but properly takes the time to not only get to know you but understand your habits and cautious attitude towards those you feel uncomfortable with. It’s no surprise to anyone that Makoto has a strong paternal and maternal instinct to those around him, but he feels something a tad different when he’s around you. Those pulls are still strong of course, but there’s an underlying hint of selfish desire as well as to keep you not only to himself, but for him to be seen truly as a man rather than the mom friend of the group.

It’s without a doubt that he’s highly aware of your emotions in unfamiliar and large social gatherings. Not only is he protective, but he’s quite skilled in weaving you out of situations you find yourself in. When it comes to your loyalty and your trust, he’s patient and understanding of your hesitance to open up or to even begin talking about yourself to him. Of course, he’s quite encouraging and only gives you much praise and reassurance. This doesn’t mean that he can’t be stern. When he feels that some of his words aren’t getting through to you, he’ll most likely sit you down to help you understand that there are some things in life that we physically cannot handle or put blame on ourselves for not knowing better.

Besides that, Makoto is aware of your mental illness and is nothing but love and patient with you throughout the whole thing. Of course he’ll know only glimpses, but will listen fully when you finally choose to explain to him what had happened that garnered these emotions and mental state.

He finds your tendency to speak slow endearing and immensely thinks of you as a Disney princess with how sweet and loving you are to animals all around you. Sometimes he likes to call you his princess, though of course that’s reserved more so for the two of you.

ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ᴛᴀᴅᴀꜱʜɪ

Someone who is quiet spoken himself, Yamaguchi finds many familiar traits that he sees in himself in you. A good majority of them leading him to now only approach you first, but to befriend you as well. He’s quite understanding in your cautious and shy nature and can’t help but feel a touch of deja vu and the desire to be aware of what those around think. Thus, he not only chooses to be befriend you, but actively goes to visit you and to remind you that he choose to be your friend and actually enjoys your company!

Similar to you, Yamaguchi won’t necessarily share his worries and inner turmoil with you right away. Rather, he would have the slow and steady approach in the build of the relationship you both have garnered. Though of course when it comes down to it and the day arrives where you both finally speak truthfully towards one another, it’s a day that really changes not only your perspectives on one another, but your relationship as well. Yamaguchi is, unsurprisingly, quite affectionate and loving to you. He’s not very fond of PDA, but makes it a habit to do the smallest things when you both are out in public. Such as holding your hand, or gently guiding you by the small of your back to the next location / destination.

Out of all the things he can relate to, he relates the best with the recharging aspect. He enjoys spending time with you doing leisure things or just basking in each other’s silence, but he absolutely loves it when you talk aloud or daydream. To Yamaguchi, it’s absolutely endearing in it’s own right. Other then that, Yamaguchi knows fully well how a mental illness can be an obstacle. Throughout your relationship, he’s supportive and patient with you and won’t hesitate to do what he needs to do to ensure you know fully well that you’re loved.

ᴍɪᴛᴏʙᴇ ʀɪɴɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ

The ever so silent and observant basketball player. Despite his looming and somewhat intimidating physic, Mitobe is quite kind and considerate to those he cares about. He meets you on a whim and is gentle whilst patient when attempting in engaging conversations. It goes to the absolute surprise of everyone when you announce that you both speak frequently. After all, the male isn’t the most out spoken throughout Seirin and many of his teammates have tried in vain to at least hear what the male sounds like.

Despite not talking as much, he proves to be an effective listener and is most definitely patient when it comes to how soon you’d like to open up. To him, he’s just happy that he can be by your side and enjoy the little moments. You eventually come to learn how much of a worrywart he is-- though of course not in a pronounced sort of way, rather in the subtle ways he nudges you extra helpings of food or if he’ll slow down or even giving you that curious stare.

The one thing Mitobe really likes to do the most with you, is laying cuddled up on the bed or on the couch basking in one another’s presence. The need for conversation virtually useless as he personally prefers to just lay with you by his side. This doesn’t discern the fact that he absolutely adores your habit of talking to yourself. Like Makoto and Yamaguchi, he finds it endearing and actively listens to you whilst giving you a sweet smile.

Other then that, he likes to engage with animals with you, and of course in his own Mitobe fashion, observes you chatting with the little furry creatures. To him it’s absolutely ethereal and breathtaking. It’s one of his favorite past times.

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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The Rain falls And So Do I (Loki x Reader)

Warnings: Smut... lot’s of smut.

Summary: It’s your love of rain and the joy at feeling it on your skin that makes Loki realize what it is that he loves.

Since the very first greeting, you had been a source of intrigue for the god of Mischief, not that you had any idea of it. Here on Midgard where he was feared, despised and barely tolerated you had introduced yourself to him with bright eyes and an easy smile and he could find no trace of a lie in your upturned lips.

He had tried to inspire the same distrust in you that he saw in the eyes of the other Avengers but it was hopeless.

All his pranks, harmless or otherwise were met with curiosity and joy, laughter bubbling from you and even praise. His magic was not a weapon in your eyes, but a wonder. His tricks were not malicious but clever. And he was not a villain but an ally.

He wanted to push you, to break you and your trust, to show you how truly cruel he could be but every time he tried, he faltered.

He had never seen disappointment or hurt on your face but he had seen it on so many others that it didn’t take much imagination to conjure the image and he found it repulsive. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything to put that look on your face.

Instead, when nobody else was watching, he would do what he could to make you smile.

You were a curious thing, in that you inspired it and were filled by it.

A book from Asgard, never before read by a mortal would appear beside you in a flash of green light and you would light up with excitement.

Pouncing creatures made of green smoke would twirl through the air in front of you and you would hold your breath in anticipation as they danced for you.

Footsteps echoing in an empty corridor would make you laugh as you dashed away, knowing he was giving chase but not knowing when or how he would catch you, but never a sore loser when he inevitably did.

You had never once begrudged him one of the smiles he found himself becoming slowly addicted to.

He learned that you loved to dance and made sure that music followed you around the compound, making you positively radiate with happiness as you spun around.

He realised that you were incapable of passing by an animal without saying hello, petting it if it would allow you and he spent weeks coming up with the spell that gave you the ability to communicate with beasts of any nature.

To Loki, a day that passed without him hearing your laughter was a day wasted.

Like today. You had been absent from the compound all day and as hard as he tried to fill his time with other, less meaningful pursuits, nothing could hold his attention. As the hours passed and morning grew into afternoon and then evening, his mood grew darker and darker. It seemed that the climate agreed with him as the skies darkened and the moon rose behind grey clouds.

By the time the torrential rain started in earnest, he was stowed away in an empty corner of the compound, glaring at the weather out of a window. He felt it was mocking him, mirroring how he felt on the inside in a cruel reminder of how far he had fallen, becoming so dependent on a mortals company.

But you weren’t just any mortal… you were you. And his famed silver tongue failed him when he tried to explain just what that meant.

The day was nearly gone and with it his opportunity to see you. A pointless, antagonizing day.

He didn’t realise that today was the day he would find out what it was that made you happiest, what made you smile the brightest.

He had nearly given up all hope and was ready to retire to his living quarters for a restless night when he finally saw you.

Whereas all other in the compound were holed up in their rooms, safe from the volatile weather, Loki could clearly see you as you slipped across the open field, kicking your shoes off as you made your way towards the trees.

He was on his feet in an instant, using magic and godlike speed to follow you.

You didn’t seem to realise he was tailing you as you ran through the trees, your arms spread wide and your face turned towards the sky. When you stopped in a small clearing and spun in a wide circle he finally figured out what you were doing. The radiant smile on your face as the rain hit your skin made his heart skip a beat in his chest and he came to an abrupt halt, mesmerized by the scene he was witness to.

Never had he seen such a sight. You were beautiful beyond compare in that moment, shining under the moonlight and soaked to the bone without a care in the world.

That was the moment he realised why you were different to him. Unlike the rest of your race, you seemed to know deep down in your soul that your life was tragically short. You lived. Every action you took was in the spirit of being alive and everything that could hinder that was callously shoved out of your way.

You danced whenever you felt like it and didn’t care who was watching, because you wanted to dance.

You ate food for it’s taste, not it’s nutritional value.

You devoured the written word, because your mind deserved as much stimulation as your body.

And apparently, you embraced the rain simply because you liked the way it felt on your skin.

He knew that he could not contain himself any longer, he couldn’t cage his desire.

Yes, you were mortal but he didn’t care. Of all the beings in the universe, you were the one he wanted so much it was causing an ache in his soul. And yes, you would probably finally reject him, but he couldn’t stop himself if he tried, so he didn’t try.

“I believe it would feel better if your skin was bare.” He said, his voice drifting into the night and mingling with the rainfall.

You looked back, surprised that you weren’t alone but not alarmed. That anyone would hear his voice behind them in the dark and not at least be cautious was a new thing to him, but astonishingly pleasant. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

“You think?” You asked him, tilting your head to the sky.

“I do.” He said slyly.

There was no embarrassment from you as you lifted the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, flinging it onto the ground. Your laugh of joy was instantaneous and spine tingling. Still, there was no tease to your actions, no seductive intent. You were not disrobing for his benefit but for your own and that somehow made you all the more enticing.

“It is not just the rain that could coax pleasure from your bare flesh.” He whispered, making sure his words reached your ears.

You shimmied out of the tight constricting pants you were wearing and turned to face him. He made no attempt to hide the way his eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin and he let the lust, the want, the need be seen in his expression.

“Why should I trust you?” You asked.

So many times he had been asked that question, always with distrust, disbelief, often even fear. But the way the words fell from your lips were vastly different. Curiosity and intrigue was all that laced your tone.

“Because it would feel good, for both of us, what more reason do you need?” He implored.

He couldn’t see trepidation or disgust in your eyes, only the warmth that was reserved for him. And when you gave your answer with a single word, elation bloomed through his veins.

“None.” You told him.

He surged forwards, striding across the ground until he was stood in front of you, his frame towering over yours. The rain soaked him through, drenching his hair and dripping down his face but through your enjoyment of it, he found it almost sensual.

His hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing into the softness of your skin under the slickness of the rain water as he yanked your hips forward, pressing your bodies together.

“Would it make you feel alive, to be fucked by a god under the open sky?” He asked you, trapping your gaze with his own.

“By the god of mischief… yes.”

A simple yes would have sufficed, would have had him satisfying your desires but you had given him more than he asked for. Not just any god would do for you, you wanted him and him alone.

You were beautiful, he knew Thor thought so. He had seen the speculative glances the Valkerie had given you when you had met her as well, yet it wasn’t them that you stood before now, nearly bare. It was him who you were looking up at with wide, pleading eyes and pouting lips that were begging to be kissed.

You were his. And he wasted no time in claiming you.

“If it’s me you want, then I am yours.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours with fervour.

Even the imagination of a millenia old god could not imagine this. Every idle daydream, every vision conjured by his sleeping mind were dirt in comparison to how it actually felt to have his lips on yours.

Your lips were soft and eager, moving in tandem with his as you pushed your own desire into the kiss, matching his with ease.

Matching him like you always had. You were as desperate for adventure, as filled with mischievousness and curiosity as he was, as sly and cunning but where he was drowning in darkness, you were bathed in light. But you never turned away from him, never looked down on him.

He needed your light and you enjoyed his darkness. A perfect match.

His hands moved up your body, the last vestiges of your clothing disappearing in a haze of green until his hands were tangled in your hair and tugging your head back to grant him better access to you.

“Mine?” You gasped the second his lips moved away from yours.

He paused with his mouth on your neck before he laid a tender kiss to your pulse point.

“If you’ll have me.” He told you, the vulnerability he was feeling masked under a flirtatious tone.

“And if I had you Loki, what makes you think I would let you go?” You asked softly, your hands tugging at the lapels of his coat.

He drew back so that he might look you in the eyes but ended up closing his own . He drew in a deep shuddering breath before he opened them again and for perhaps the first time in eons, he hid nothing.

“I sincerely hope you never release me… my love.” He told you, letting you see every ounce of hope, desperation, longing, fear and love in his eyes.

Your lips parted as you mouthed the word love to yourself, awestricken by his declaration.

“If you want to be bound to me Loki, it has to be mutual. If you are mine then I have to be yours, I want to be yours.” You pleaded.

He didn’t forsee this, that you would be as desperate as he was. You were trembling, and not from the cold, but fear and unsurity. He couldn’t bear it.

“Mine. Yes, mine.” He declared, wrapping his arms around you.

Your lips met again, in a kiss more desperate and less refined than the first as he gently lowered you to the forest floor, working his magic as you both fell together. When you felt his clothes melt away and his bare skin touched yours for the first time, you gasped against his kiss and never one to waste an opportunity, his tongue snaked into your mouth, seeking out yours.

Your back hot not the wet ground, but the soft material of his cloak, enchanted to cushion you as he kissed you for all he was worth. He wanted you, he had you, he would take you, claim you… treasure you. When he pulled away and rose to his knees he was finally graced with the sight of you in all your natural splendour, and what a sight it was.

He wasn’t quite sure what the mortal standard of beauty was these days or if you fit it but he didn’t much care. He knew the truth, that you were resplendent, every inch a goddess and as he opened his mouth to tell you exactly that, your voice cut across him.

“You really are a god.” You whispered reverently.

He watched as your eyes drank him in, seemingly as transfixed with him as he was with you. You were laid completely bare beneath him, your shoulders pushed back and your spine arched as the heavy rainfall showered your breasts, the water pooling between them and dripping down your body so tantalizingly that he could feel the lust inside him building to explosive levels.

But then there was the backdrop to the stunning sight you presented, the green of his cloak underneath you and it reminded him that you were his and it calmed him, comforted him.

He was filled with lust and content in equal measure.

“Green looks good on you, dearest.” He complimented earnestly.

“Not as good as you would look on me.” You returned, fixing him with a mischievous smirk to rival one of his own, but you were right. He would look good on you.

He knelt between your legs that parted so readily for him and licked every last drop of water from your skin, relishing in the way your supple thighs felt against his lips. He took his time, exploring this most intimate part of you without actually touching and though the evidence of your arousal was glistening on your exposed cunt, you were patient. Even if it was a struggle for you to stay so calm, even if your chest heaved and his name flew from your lips in a splintered plea for mercy, you didn’t move. You were so invested in him that you didn’t notice the green light travel from his fingers into your skin but you quickly stopped shivering as his magic warmed you, kept you from freezing in the rain.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and held your legs splayed open for him as he looked you in the eye and finally gave you what you deserved. His barely made contact with your clit as he licked a teasing stripe along it, mischief and teasing in his eyes That barely there touch gave him a taste and he needed more.

His tongue dove between your folds, exploring, savouring, tasting and devouring, all the while the rain poured down on the two of you. Every drop sent a spike of thrill through him and he understood why you had come out here tonight, why you had wanted to feel it.

Your body trembled and your thigh muscles clenched under his hands, signalling your imminent orgasm and with a wicked grin he paused in his ministrations, easing his tongue away from your throbbing clit to explore further down, halting your release but adding to your pleasure.

Maybe time stood still or maybe it sped up, he didn’t care, but he lost track of how long he kept you there, teetering on the brink of pleasure. He didn’t lose track of how many times his name was called out though.

He kept track of every one of those, treasuring them. And when the words “My Loki” tumbled from your lips his resolve broke and he redoubled his efforts, putting more care into bringing you to climax than any endeavour in his life so far.

Every loud cry of ecstasy you gave was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard and your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harshly were blissful. His infamous tongue worked you through your orgasm until you were too sensitive to be touched anymore and only then did he regretfully depart from what was surely his favourite place in all the nine realms.

His regret was short lived as you frantically pulled him towards you, whining when he chuckled and leisurely crawled back up your body, his lips and tongue visiting every inch of skin until he was able to kiss your lips once again. He felt your smirk against his lips and it was his only warning before he found himself pushed aside, landing on his back while you straddled him.

He laughed loudly, amused and very much appreciative of your still burning lust for him.

“Take what you want from me then my love.” He offered.

“I want your heart.” You told him, tilting your hips just so.

He hissed in pleasure as your pussy dragged across his painfully hard erection.

“You have it. Take it, it’s yours.” He groaned.

You reached a hand between your body’s and when it closed around his shaft his spine arched, the sensation almost too good, too much.

“Loki… I love you.” You said softly, so softly he was almost sure he imagined it but he had seen your lips move, he could see the truth of your words reflected in your eyes.

You loved him, truly loved him, darkness and all. You hadn’t even waited for him to say it first, you loved him so much you were willing to dive in first, to take the risk.

He was slack jawed at the confession, his constantly aching heart loosening in his chest, making him feel lighter.

“I love you, I have always loved you, even before I knew you. My heart and my soul, they ached for you for so long my love, so long.” He admitted.

“I’m here now.” You said sadly.

“You’re here now and I love you” He said.

With those words hanging in the air between you, you finally sunk down on him. His hands flew to your hips, steadying you as a long, drawn out moan flew past your lips and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. For every inch, every centimetre he was further inside your tight, wet heat, his whole body filled more and more with ecstasy.

It seemed to take an age and yet no time at all before he was fully sheathed inside you and the pants and moans that came from both of you were thick in the air.

He took the moment to fully enjoy it, the sight of you, soaked through with rainwater as it poured onto you both, your chest heaving, your teeth sunk into your lip and your eyes fluttering. His love, his goddess. His hands flexed unconsciously on your hips and almost as if in a trance he began to encourage you to move.

If he was gripping your hips too tightly then you showed no signs, your eyes reflecting nothing but lust and admiration as he guided you onto his cock over and over and over again until you were both lost in the sensation. The universe narrowed down to the feel of your velvet heat around his cock, the way he dragged across your inner walls with every movement, the pleasure coursing through both of your veins and as he lost his mind to the bliss and ecstasy, he swore he could feel you within his very soul.

“Loki, my Loki, my god, Loki!” You cried.

He could feel the fluttering of your walls around him and he didn’t hesitate to wrap and arm around your waist, holding you in place as he rolled the two of you over so he was on top. His thrust were not gently, they were frenzied as he slammed into you, impaling you on his cock repeatedly until he felt the coil snap and you came apart for him.

He surged forwards and pressed his lips to yours with urgency, swallowing your satisfied cries. They were for him, the night sky couldn’t have them, the air around you couldn’t have them, they were his. With one hand curled around his bicep and one scrabbling for purchase against his back, you came undone for him, your moans being drank down by his hungry kiss.

You shook under him and he could feel your chest pressed against his as your spine bowed in a graceful arch. It was then, with you pressed so tightly against him he could feel your heartbeat against his chest and the rain that had started this beating down on his back that he lost himself.

For a long, glorious moment, Loki forgot where he ended and you began as the steady thrust of his hips faltered and he found his release. Groaning against your lips as your cunt pulsated around him, with him as he came inside you, his seed filling you until he was spent.

And then, when it was over and his strength momentarily failed, it was your arms that wrapped around him and your body that cushioned him as he panted into the delicate skin of your neck. Your name fell from his lips unbidden, over and over again like a prayer.

He truly wondered then if he had been mistaken all along. What he had experienced with you, against you, inside you, was divinity made manifest.

Was he the god here? Or was he the worshipper?

He raised his head and looked into your eyes and knew for certain. He called on his magic, seeking out a long since stolen treasure from Asgard, bringing the golden apple through space to him now.

You were everything, his Queen, his heart, his goddess.

And what a goddess you would be.

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A/N - Ok, this was my first ever non Bucky smut so be gentle guys? Please?

I always had this notion in my head that if Loki fell in love, it would be absolute and all consuming. He’s not a half assed kinda god, he’s a dramatic, emo, till death do us part kinda being. Just my opinion anyway. Maybe I’m projecting...

(Golden Apple is a reference to Norse legend, quick version, human eat apple, human become Asgardian.)

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