#i tried my best doing lightning effects on his lips

[georgette-mademoiselle]

" 𝕬𝖍! 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐? 𝕴𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊..." ⚰️🥀

Quote by my oc georgette mademoiselle ⚰️🥀

(( georgette feeling sekidos electrical kiss for the first time 💋⚡))

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who can't come around more than once or twice a year. His way of life isn't sustainable for a home, and it certainly isn't safe for a daughter. You and him decided it was best to part ways before that positive pregnancy test, and since he discovered a kid he helped make it didn't change his level of involvement. He's got a lot of eyes on him, and he can't draw attention to anything important to him.

! ── Your daughter adores him. She squeals with delight every time he visits, running full barrel towards him so he can scoop her up. Unbeknownst to her your concern with how he found you again, and how he broke in to the apartment. Apparently running and hiding is not enough when you face the Red Hood. You reluctantly greet him with a half-assed kiss on the cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck to incline him towards you. Your daughter on his hip takes full advantage of hugging you both at the same time, and pressed against your former lover makes you tight-lipped.

! ── He's dangerous for a number of reasons that span beyond what any angry enemy of his would do if they found out where he's been going. You're most afraid of what he's able to make you do the longer you're with him. Only able to hold onto your anger for so long until he melts that cold exterior and somehow convinces you to let him warm your bed again.

! ── He's got it down to a science. As soon as you give him that scathing look, he tells your daughter to run along because "Mommy and Daddy have to talk." while she thoughtfully strokes his chin with her little hand, only to nod with an audible sigh, shaking out her wild hair she won't let you brush. With a little push to her back, she scampers off to her room and he stands to his full height. "I just wanted to see her." he tells you, with that pleading tone you've fallen for countlessly because he knows you're going to say: "It's not safe." for the thousandth time.

! ── He'll tower over you, incline towards you while you scold him under your breath. A hushed argument ensues that your daughter tries to listen in on, and can only hear bits and pieces about how she's not owned, and her dad should get to see her. Stuff she doesn't understand, especially because she can't understand his lack of presence being such a complicated thing when she has no sense of object permanence. If a dad refuses to be there more, it's a problem. You want to cut Jason out completely. That's not fair, as he'll tell you, to the daughter you get to keep.

! ── It's in the way he stands next to you. He's so much taller than you, broader, and muscled. He bulks up more and more every time you see him. He doesn't use his size to intimidate you, rather takes advantage of something else. Big hands stuffed in his back pockets make his leather jacket sit on his wide shoulders exquisitely. His hair is windblown from his motorbike and just the smell of him has a dangerous Pavlov effect on you. Like your eyes want to flutter as they roll into the back of your head and lightning shoots straight down to your core, stinging at the memory of what it's like to be filled by him. The longer you're with him, the thinner your resolve becomes. It evaporates in front of you as he sweeps a hand through his hair, and his posture slacks. "C'mon." he drags out the word playfully, advancing on you. Your hand interrupts him, bracing on his firm chest to keep him from coming closer. "Can't we talk about something else? You're getting me all worked up. Missed you."

You roll your jaw, that resolve slipping. Addicted to him, you're reticent as his tongue darts out to wet his lips while he's eyeing yours. "Jay..." you murmur, and he can hear the defeat in your voice.

! ── "Lucky we got a sitter, huh?" Jason's smug voice cuts through the wet sounds of sex that fills the room. "Now I get some time with my other little girl." That sick delight causes you to reach back, weakly banging your fist against his thigh. He snickers, wolfish and husky resounding from the back of his throat. "Mommy's been missing me, huh? Can feel her clenching down on me like a fuckin' vice."

His thick cock hurts stretching you out, but you needed that pain. There's something about Jason that keeps you saying yes, and it pushed through your requirement of foreplay, unbuckling that belt in haste, comfort be damned you wanted that dick. You're on all fours and he's giving it to you from the back, just how you like it, fucking you like a dog while his hand tangles all up in your hair. He yanks you back by it, and you can't even think of what to say other than mindless pleasured babbles.

"You let me do this every time I come over. Seems like you fuck with me or something." It's true, regardless of the cruel insults you've thrown at him to get him to stay away from you, it's all because you can't say no to him. It's the reason you got pregnant, it's the reason you can't run away far enough, and it's the reason you fuck him every time he comes to visit the kid he helped make.

[h-haunted]

magic kisses

my hero academia

neito monoma x reader

gender neutral

sfw

haven’t touched mha in like three years but my best friend shared this with me so obviously i had to do it!

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You were no stranger to the nurse’s office at UA. Being in class 1A was no walk in the park. You were stuck with the best young heroes of your generation- plus that one green-haired kid who won’t stop attracting villains' attention- and it was certainly a challenge.

Cradling your freshly broken arm and dragging your feet, you slowly made your way to Recovery Girl’s office. A heavy sigh slipped past your lips, illustrating your exhaustion. You had been paired up with Katsuki for training. Long story short, he didn’t even pretend to go easy on you. No surprise there, he was far too competitive for that.

You practically stumbled into the room, your legs feeling like jello underneath your weight. You couldn’t even mumble a greeting before you collapsed down into a chair.

“My my, what happened to you?”

You knew that voice.

Despite your fatigue, your eyes snapped open.

Neito Monoma, asshole of class 1B. You two had been at each other’s throats ever since you met.

Sensing your annoyance before you even opened your mouth, Neito laughed and poked your forehead. “Don’t look so happy to see me.”

“Where’s recovery girl?” You manage to ask, raising your eyebrow.

“She had to step out for a while, I’m here to take her place while she’s gone. Just had to copy her quirk,” the blonde shrugs, leaning back against the wall, “Not the most ideal situation, but whatever. I’m the right guy for the job and I figured I’d do something nice for once. C’mon, let me see your arm.”

You immediately turn away from him, pulling your arm back. You wince as you do so, the pain practically shooting up your spine. Neito covers his mouth and tries his hardest not to laugh, earning himself a sharp glare from you. “If you just let me do it, it’ll stop hurting.”

“No thanks, I’d rather die.”

“Hey, if you insist. I won’t complain.”

“Asshole.”

“What? You said it first, not me. That’ll take forever to heal, and Recovery Girl won’t be very happy that you refused help.”

After a moment of hesitation, you hold out your mangled forearm. “Yikes, you got your ass kicked, huh? Thought you 1A idiots were supposed to be strong.” Neito quips. You shoot him a glare, and he laughs. “Alright, alright. Calm down, feisty.” He gently places his hand on your wrist and leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. The butterflies that flutter through your stomach startle you, your cheeks heating up at the contact. You can feel your bone beginning to fuse back together as he backs away, watching your reaction. After a few seconds, you flex your arm and move it around. Good as new. Huh.

“Hm? You seem a little red. Coming down with a fever, are we?” He teases, savoring the way you avert your gaze and mumble ‘shut up’. He runs the tips of his fingers down your freshly healed forearm and it feels like lightning.

You rip your arm away, shooting him yet another glare. He flicks your forehead, rolling his eyes. “Your face will be stuck like that if you don’t stop.”

“And if you don’t stop rolling your eyes, they might get stuck in the back of your head.” You retort through a small yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. Neito looked at you, his eyebrow raised.

“Hm. Someone’s tired.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I just pointed it out. Side effect of the quirk.” Neito laughed, his voice as smooth as honey. “I can’t send you back to class like that. Just relax, you can take a nap here if you need to.”

“That’s oddly nice of you-”

“No promises I won’t draw on your face while you’re out though.”

“There it is.” You roll your eyes, leaning back against the wall. Neito grabs a pillow and offers it to you. “I’m not going to take a nap.”

“You don’t have to. Just get comfortable.” Neito rolled his eyes in return, sitting down next to you. You hesitantly grabbed the pillow, placing it behind your head. It wasn’t any more comfortable than just leaning against the wall, but you were too exhausted to complain.

“Seriously though. I’ll stay here with you if you want to take a nap.” He hums. You open your mouth to protest, but it’s cut off by yet another yawn. Okay, maybe that nap wasn’t a bad idea.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that your head is resting on something- or rather, someone. It’s Neito’s shoulder. You shoot up, startling him.

“Woah, hey, what’s the matter???” He asks in pure confusion, looking at you now. You wince, very quickly realizing that there must’ve been a cut or something on your face because holy fuck it stings after resting on it. He notices your momentary discomfort, and it causes him to frown. It’s a burn, from Katsuki’s quirk.

“I can… heal that too.” Neito mumbles. It’s not anything terrible, it would heal on its own with no scarring. Your breath catches in your throat at the thought, but it doesn’t take you very long to nod. He leans forward and plants his lips on your cheek, letting them linger for a moment. The familiar tingly sensation bubbles up beneath your skin, the subtle ache from the injury fading away.

“What… time is it?” You ask, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Three. You were only out for like an hour.”

“Oh…” You look away. You suddenly remember his earlier threat and pull out your phone, using the selfie camera to examine your skin. He didn’t draw on your face after all.

“Oh come on.” Neito can’t help but laugh at how worried you were about it. “I told you I wasn’t going to do it.”

“Give me one good reason why I should trust you.”

“...Because I wouldn’t ruin such a pretty face with marker.” He winks, and you feel your face heating up again. “What? I just fixed your face.” He reaches out to brush his fingertips across your cheek. “Any other injuries I should take care of?” He jokes with a teasing smirk.

“Oh. Well...I think I… uh… split my lip.” You mumble before you can stop yourself. He looks momentarily flustered and his eyes meet yours for a moment before they flicker down to your soft lips. You open your mouth to speak. Apologize, take back what you said because oh my god that was cringe.

Then his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a gentle passion as his hands find your cheeks.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗟𝗬𝗡

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where a storm is happening and Y/N is afraid of thunder, making her seek comfort in her best friend's brother arms, Matt.

WARNING: Thunderstorm.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Nick's room was a welcoming haven for Y/N. The walls decorated with frames and posters and the rustic wooden furniture provided a feeling of security and comfort. She had spent countless nights there, in his soft, cozy bed, surrounded by the familiarity of her best friend.

However, that night, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by the distant roar of thunder. Y/N curled up under the sheets, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She has always been afraid of storms, ever since she was a child. The thunderous sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning in the black sky left her petrified with fear.

With each thunderclap, she could feel the anxiety building up inside her, squeezing her heart like an iron fist. Her body shook involuntarily, and she struggled to control her rapid breathing. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to move, as if she were trapped in an endless nightmare.

Y/N knew she needed to calm down. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the frightening sound echoing through the top floor window. The girl took a deep breath, trying to find some inner peace, but fear continued to envelop her like a relentless shadow.

Deciding to seek comfort, Y/N reached out into the darkness, searching the comforting warmth of the boy beside her. She tried to shake him gently, whispering his name in an urgent tone. However, Nick remained motionless and sunk into a deep sleep, only a light mumble escaping his throat.

Frustration and despair began to build within her. She couldn't face this storm alone. The girl tried to curl up against his back, but her body exposed to the room had no effect in calming her down, Nick remaining oblivious to her silent call, lost in distant dreams.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, fighting back the tears of frustration that threatened to spill over. She felt so small and powerless in the face of the force of nature outside. The sound of thunder seemed to grow louder, echoing in her mind like a relentless reminder of her vulnerability.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N got up from the bed, determined to get help. She knew exactly where to go.

Sneaking out the white door and down the stairs, careful not to make any loud sound, Y/N arrived at Matt's bedroom door, knocking softly on the wooden surface. She waited for a moment, her heart beating nervously in her chest as her right leg bounced incessantly in anxiety until she finally heard a sleepy murmur coming from inside the room.

The door slowly opened, revealing Matt's silhouette on the threshold. His eyes were downcast and sleepy, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger at being woken up, but his expression immediately brightened upon seeing Y/N standing there.

"Y/N, hey, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Matt asked, his voice soft and concerned as his eyes took in the way her body was shaking.

Y/N swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape. She moved slightly closer to Matt, her arms crossed tightly against her chest, seeking the comfort she so desperately needed.

"I... I can't sleep with this storm, Matt. I'm so scared, and Nick won't wake up." The girl confessed in a shaky whisper, her chest burning with embarrassment for waking him up with something so... trivial. "I'm sorry for-"

Without hesitation, Matt wrapped Y/N in a comforting hug, interrupting her sentence while pulling her closer and holding her firmly against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders with just the right amount of strength. He could feel the tremors that ran through her body, almost sensing the palpable fear that consumed her insides.

"It's okay, sweet girl. I'm here now." Matt whispered, gently stroking the girl's hair with his right hand. His presence was like a balm to Y/N's grief-stricken soul, slowly dispelling the shadows of her fear. "Come on."

The boy took a few steps back, eventually pulling her along before slowly closing the door. He kept his left arm firmly around her shoulders as he straightened his posture, beginning his slow steps towards his unmade bed.

With his free hand, the brunette pulled the duvet down before gently guiding Y/N to the mattress, helping her lie down on the side he didn't sleep on. He adjusted the strands of her loose hair so that they were not on her face, watching her eyes blink slowly in sleep, her eyelashes trembling with each thunderclap.

Matt quickly walked over to his own side of the bed, laying down on the still warm surface, right where he was previously lying, before pulling the duvet up, tucking it tightly around Y/N's body so that not a piece of her skin covered by thin pajamas would be exposed to the freezing air.

He laid down on his side and rested his head on his pillow, extending his left arm - which was against the mattress - and, with his free hand, gently pulled Y/N, encouraging her to get closer. The girl quickly got the message, pressing her cold body against Matt's warm one and laying her head on his outstretched bicep, her legs shrinking and her knees pressing against the boy's abdomen, a sigh of relief escaping her nose almost instantly.

Matt encircled her torso with his right arm, bringing her closer - if that was possible - and lowering his face, sealing Y/N's forehead with his lips tenderly, conveying a sense of safety and protection that she so desperately craved. The brunette caressed the warm skin of her face with the tip of his nose gently, whispering small words of affection and reassurance, muffling the sound of thunder against Y/N's ears while his hands caressed the back of her shoulders.

As the night progressed, Y/N gradually felt calmer and more serene in Matt's arms. The sound of thunder still echoed in the distance, but now she was no longer alone.

"Thank you, Matty." Her voice, now sleepy and low, came out of her mouth in a whisper, her eyes gradually closing as the sound of slow breathing and rhythmic heartbeats that echoed from the his larger body acted as a natural tranquilizer for her.

"Anything for you, petal."

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[eywaseclipse]

The Songs of Freedom Chapter 5: The Sun Also Rises

Characters: Sarentu OC named Kirani, mentions of Nor, Teylan, Ri’nela, So’lek

Synopsis: Several weeks pass since Nor’s sudden departure, So’lek tries his best to comfort you as you shut everyone out, a major ambush is planned and So’lek is ready to admit his feelings towards you

Warnings: None, lots of angst, swearing, suggestive themes, violence and implications of romance

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: sorry it took so long to get this out. Love you guys

The last few weeks of immeasurable pain feel poisoned with grief. Your heart feels as if red hot steel rods have been poking at it over and over again. Your mind is clouded with a fog that won’t dissipate, and your limbs feel like mush. You all but watch yourself from an out-of-body like experience as you barely manage to lift yourself out of bed to use the shower facilities, and eat despite Ri’nela’s desperate attempts to get you out of your room. 

Every day since Nor’s departure has been the same, the whispering outside your door includes a worried Ri’nela, Teylan, Tani and even So’lek much to your surprise. Your ears perk up to the sound of the creaky door hinges opening slightly, hearing the soft footsteps get closer to your bed. “Ri’nela, please do not even-” Your voice falters turning around to see a stoic-looking So’lek walking towards you.

“I was told we needed reinforcements.” He smirks ever slightly. Your mind feels a jolt of electric waves sending signals down to your toes for the first time in weeks, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Your reaction to him differs in comparison to your body, “Go away..” You grunt out in a hoarse voice. So’lek just sees this as an opportunity to sit on your bed and sighs deeply. “Look I..” He begins awkwardly, you barely find the strength to rise into a sitting position with ears slightly perked up, just interested enough to hear what he has to say.

“I am sorry about Nor. But you cannot go on sulking like this like it will change anything. He made his decision. You must make yours now.” He speaks with his usual conviction. Your ears pin down as soon as they perked up, feeling yourself flinch in the process. His words feel like ice compared to the soothing coos of Ri’nela and her lullabies over the last few weeks. “I hate you. Get out.” Your voice is so weak and pathetic not even you believe your own words. So’lek sees through your little facade and scooches closer to you, “Kirani, if I were to give up for every time I lost someone in my past, I would have buried myself into the ground.” He speaks softly.

You hear his words, as someone who’s experienced as much trauma and pain as you, if not more. But your body fails to move, paralyzed with fear. “I don’t know what to do…” You weakly whimper. He looks to in a way you have not seen before, watching as your lip quivers slightly. You feel as his hand cups your face softly, rubbing his thumb along the side of your cheek, “I will help you. Kirani, you do not need to be alone. Nor made his choice.” He whispers soothingly. “You are Sarentu, a fighter, I will finally teach you the ways of your kind.” He smiles. Your ears twitch, feeling all the wheels spin around in your head wildly. “I… want to destroy the RDA. All of them.. once and for all..” Your eyes meet his for the first time, seeing him squint in observation.

He nods his head calmly, “Then that’s what we will do. Get ready, I will train you. It’s good to have you back Kirani..” He smiles softly. The last few weeks of isolation have you suddenly realize just the effect it has on your other friends, feeling a slight pang of guilt and embarrassment. You quickly swallow your pride and rise out of bed, wobbly and stiff as So’lek grips your elbows for stability. You get your bearings about you, and stand tall wiggling your toes, “I will wait outside your door.” He smiles and walks out.

You go into the bathroom to take a lightning speed shower, and change into new garments, feeling like a completely new person. Stepping out of your room for the first time, feels egregious and daunting, but you take a deep breath and take one step after another, with So’lek waiting for you as he said he would be. “Come, let’s make you a warrior hm?” He smirks.

You make your way to the familiar artillery room to train in more guns and miscellaneous weapons, watching as he makes you load and unload magazine after magazine, target practice and sparring. “You must be prepared for the unthinkable, the sky people do not fight fair as you know..” 

Hours pass as both of you pant from exertion, covered in beads of sweat. Your muscles scream in pain having not used them for weeks, your lungs gasp for air as you push yourself to the breaking point. “Again.” So’lek commands. Your ears begin to ring, hardly making out his words, but you do as he says. Thwack! A hard blow to your chest is made as he kicks you across the room. “Ugh.” You groan in agony, feeling the wind get knocked out. You stagger back and desperately try to get your bearings, seeing So’lek approach you quickly, he grabs his wooden staff you both have been sparring with, about to smack you as you bring your hands up to grab the stick mid air.

The surprise in your face matches his, thinking as fast as you can, pulling him down onto your body with a loud thump. “Oof” He exerts. He slams his chest into yours falling on top of you, as you both stare at each other in silence. You break out into laughter, bursting with childlike amusement as So’lek immediately chimes in. You belly laugh together, with tears in your eyes, feeling a giant weight almost lift off your chest for the first time ages.

As your laughter fades out you both gaze into each other’s eyes, panting loudly as you can’t help yourself staring at his lips. The quick glance is noticed from So’lek, blinking several times as he coughs awkwardly bringing himself up from your body. “Good work. You have improved since last time even. You might even be stronger than Tani..” He rambles. 

You sit yourself up and laugh, feeling the heat rush from your ears to your cheeks. “I umm, thanks.” You gaze to So’lek who’s blush matches your own. “Next week, we plan an ambush on the RDA, it will be our biggest yet. You are ready.” He says as a matter of fact. Your eyes light up curiously, “Really?” He nods his head “Yes. You can handle this.” Before thinking, you pull him close for a warm embrace. Shocking both him and you, he grips your arms and looks deeply into your eyes, “So’lek I..” Before you finish your sentence his lips softly press against yours. The softness of his plush skin fits perfectly to yours as a missing puzzle piece. The memory of you two in your room the week you arrived flashes in your mind So’lek caressing your neck taunting you as he asks you want you want.

You deepen the kiss causing a moan to escape So’lek, gripping your arms more securely. You can’t help but enjoy that you have him wrapped around your finger, relishing in the movements as his tongue slides into your mouth. The heat between your bodies, feels like a thousand matches being lit at once, as your arms snake around the back of his neck pulling him in closer. “Mmm” You moan louder, just as grabs your backside the door to the artillery rooms opens with a whoosh “So’lek I cannot find Kirani have you-OH!” The squeak comes from Ri’nela as she watches the scene unfold in front of her slamming the door shut.

Before you both can register, she’s gone. You break the kiss with a loud smack, staring at each other’s swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “That was.. nice” He awkwardly whispers. “It was long overdue..” You smile and caress his cheek. “Yes it was. Kirani, I should have come to you sooner. Ri’nela and Teylan informed me to let you grieve on your own terms, so I stayed away as I thought you hated me..” He confesses. Your heart clenches at his confession, this entire time you figured he abandoned you as Nor had. Just another person in your life, gone. 

“Oh..” You whisper. “Thanks to you, I finally got my ass out of bed..” You chuckle softly. So’lek’s stare remains intense watching you closely, ���Not even Ri’nela could get to me…” You admit. “I need you So’lek, but I am so afraid to get hurt again.” You profess. “Kirani, you will not lose me. I think you know that by now…” You sigh in relief closing your eyes and taking in the moment.

“I do. Thank you for saying it out loud. I needed to hear that..” You chuckle. So’lek smiles sweetly, for the first time wide enough to see his fangs poke his lips caressing your braids. “Let’s go prepare for an ambush…” He says confidently 

In a week’s time you’ve been with So’lek and the team of other Na’vi going over specific coordinates to where the ambush is planned, simulating what the attack would look like in the artillery room, and now standing in the main lab base section of HQ you suddenly realize how real it all is. Real danger, real revenge, real justice. You look to So’lek pointing to the hologram map of Kinglor Forest where he brings up a spot of one of the RDA bases, while Tani, you and another Navi warrior by the name of O’ame listen. Several more rebels will join you in just 24 hours reaching base to gather together against the sky people. This impending war looms over you like a dark cloud waiting to rain down on you with its wrath of lighting and thunder. 

“We’ll reach the base and Teylan will intercept all communications for sky people. This will be the signal to circle in on where they keep the suits. We draw them out.. and then blow them sky high..” He says with conviction and confidence. You nod your head in unison as you perfectly digest the plan, knowing exactly what’s at stake if you fail.

Hours later, you find yourself with a full stomach of butterflies and delicious food, walking down the long hallway with So’lek. The two of you walk in sync, in comfortable silence down to your room. “Can I see the mighty warrior’s living space or did you take someone else?” You lightly jab. He snickers playfully and rolls his eyes in return, “Forgive me if I did not think you were even interested in seeing my room. It looks as yours does.” He scoffs.

“But fine, if you insist.” He smirks while taking your hand in his, approaching the front of his door opening it to his own space. Your eyes scan the room observing the lack of furniture and decor unlike yours. In the time at resistance at HQ you’ve been creating more Na’vi like decorations to make yourself feel more at home. His room is plain, neat and clean but is dull and lifeless. 

Your amused reaction does not go unnoticed, as So’lek scoffs again. “I told you..” You turn to him with a shit eating grin on your face, “Maybe you just need a woman’s touch in your life, have you ever thought of that?” You nudge him playfully. His brows raise in clear enjoyment, “A woman’s touch…” A slighty suggestive tone slips from his mouth, dripping like honey causing your stomach to do more flips, staring at each other like two lost souls who’ve finally met their match.

“So’lek” “I” Both of you stammer at once. You laugh, and shake your head, “You first.” You nudge him, as he does the same to you. He concedes and takes a deep breath, “I.. Kirani.. the last few months with you, have changed me in ways I don’t think I have felt in a very long time.” He whispers softly guiding you to his bed so you two can sit. You watch him as he takes a preemptive thought, “The ambush is real danger Kirani, you are ready you have proven that. But I cannot lose you..” He whispers. 

You have never seen this side of So’lek before, so completely vulnerable and revealing you his true self. It’s comforting in a way you didn’t think you’d expect. “You won’t..” You murmur. “I cannot guarantee your safety tomorrow Kirani.. I am.. scared.” The way the last word rolls off his tongue is as if he’s so afraid of saying it out loud, because it may be spoken into existence. 

You cup his jaw softly, and smile, “I know. But nothing is really guaranteed. I don’t fear death So’lek… I need to ask something of you. And I don’t think you’re going to like it..” You sigh out.

His brows raise in confusion as he nods his head. “What?” You take a deep breath and brace yourself. “If something does happen to me tomorrow. Something like… if I am.. taken again. I need you to kill me.” You say wincing. You look at So’lek and his visibly upset reaction, but he does not speak yet. He sighs and gazes to you. “And why would I do that?” You remove your hand from his face and into your lap, desperate to keep your composure. “Because So’lek if Mercer and his cronies get their hands on me they’ll just bring me back to that metal prison, and I can’t go back. I won’t. So leave me to the viperwolves, they’ll be kinder to me than any man…”

Deep down So’lek can only empathize for your pain, and dips his head in defeat. “Then let’s not allow things to get to that point…” He says stoically. He grips your face and pulls you in for a quick but passionate kiss. “Stay the night..” He whispers. Your eyes light up, nodding your head. “Okay..” You whisper 

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[noblechaton]

Ladynoir “Shut up and kiss me already.”

hey what if Strikeback part 2 went a little differently? anyway-

"Why..." Ladybug shivered, glancing towards her partner with her head still firmly in her hands. "Why don't you just...give up on me?"

Disaster had struck, Shadow Moth had effectively won. Through some heinous scheme with who she'd since learned was actually Félix, he'd obtained the miracle box right from under her nose. Now an image of his face had appeared over the city she'd failed, taunting the heroine who'd failed it.

Yet by her side, despite near total defeat and the pouring rain, still stood Chat Noir. Her partner through all of this, who she'd tried to push away out of a misplaced sense of safety and security. He remained motionless beside her, glaring at the image of Shadow Moth that further clouded the Parisian sky.

"I lost all of the miraculous, I'm the worst guardian ever!" Ladybug sniffled and trembled through her words.

Chat subtly flinched, but kept his eyes forward and his head up. It was impossible for Ladybug, despite her distress and anxiety, not to grow confused. He didn't extend a hand, didn't interrupt her sobbed rambling, instead allowing her a space to let how she felt in this moment out - and she took full advantage of it, her head tilting towards the rooftop beneath them as she balled herself up and continued.

"And you..." Ladybug cradled her head between her hands. "I lied to you, I kept you at a distance. Every time you offered to help, I...I never took it!

At his side, Chat Noir's fingers twitched. His teeth flashed behind his lips, almost as if to growl at the maniacal laughter that boomed across Paris. Ladybug again peeked at him past her fingers, her heart racing as she stared at her partner. At the one who'd not yet left her side, who'd been there all this time. This defeat stung, however, and it felt all she could do was let out a withheld gasp, tears rolling down her cheeks in the rain.

"I'm...a failure, Chat Noir," Ladybug cried into the spandex on her hands. "I ruined everything."

Her heart pounded in her chest as it all truly sank in. Desolation burned in her mind, a darkness enveloping her thoughts that she might have drowned in, if not for the hand that reached towards her. It took her a moment to notice, to process the leather that offered her respite from despair. Her fingers trembled, her eyes puffy and red beneath her mask.

"My lady," Chat spoke, a crack of lightning around them as he urged her to take his hand with a smile somehow on his face. "Please."

Ladybug's fingers curled slowly around his palm, squeezing him tight once she had a gasp despite the confusion on her brow. Crimson lit her cheeks aflame, a blush so fierce that she couldn't hide it even if she'd wanted to. With a breath of cold, rainy air, she pushed herself upwards. Her muscles ached as she slowly came to stand next to him again, where she belonged.

"We're going to get them back." Chat stated, the leather of his glove audibly straining from how tightly he gripped her hand. "One by one, until the last."

"Chat-" Ladybug meekly attempted to interrupt, an instinct brought on by the fear and anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her.

Chat wouldn't let them take her, smiling wider as he continued. "And then we'll make sure this never happens again."

"You..." Ladybug wiped the back of her hand along her face. "And me?"

"You, the best superhero who ever was," Chat Noir nodded towards the crowd, the cheers of her name swelling to a fever pitch. "Them, the people of Paris."

Ladybug's face grew brighter, the outpour of support from below rising above any taunts Shadow Moth could give. Their voices smothered his, though none in the moment were quite as loud on her ears than the one that stood right next to her, his eyes narrowed at her own.

"And me," Chat continued, wiping a tear from the edge of her mask. "Your loyal partner."

It broke her, a crack of her voice stopping her from speaking. Instead she clutched at his wrist, just beneath the cuff of his suit, and held his hand to her face for a moment. Chat came to subtly blush too, doing what felt natural in thumbing the rainwater from her cheek as she nuzzled her head to his palm.

"We're going to win, my lady, you're going to win." Chat went on, pressing his forehead to hers. "I know you will, because you're the best of us, because I...I love-"

"Just-" Ladybug stopped him with a thumb to his lips. "Just shut up and kiss me already."

She leaned on him, against his chest, and took a breath. Her lips parted and her fingers slipped from his own. Ladybug let her arms sink down his shoulders, with Chat taking the initiative in wrapping his own around her in a tight embrace. Rain poured around them, the crowd still chanting her name as another strike of lightning flashed across the darkened sky. Fear, frustration and despair all melted away as her lips pressed to his, a shuddering breath and a tingle on her skin as Chat kissed her right back, just as firmly.

Ladybug swallowed, parting from him just slightly with her heart beating in tune with the pattering of rain and her forehead to his own. Her arms pulled up enough that her hands were on his either cheek, holding him tenderly as thunder echoed throughout the night. Chat Noir stood there with her, as he always did, with a smile on his face and devotion in his heart. And slowly he reached up, prying her hands from his face and again placing fingers between her own as he came to step slightly back.

The Parisians below still cheering, her partner's hand in her own, she again looked to him without a word. Chat Noir simply nodded back, squeezing her hand tightly as he returned to her side with a confident grin along his lips. She then looked ahead, at the incredible challenge that awaited her - awaited them - and felt not despair, but courage. For, there in the downpour, it was Ladybug and Chat Noir against the world. And, just as they always had, as they always should,

They stood together.

[adabisworld]

Stars to my moon

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau! Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

word count: 1050

                                                                                                     Prologue

 The sunlight coming through the white curtains lightning the room, and the sound of birds chirping outside on the tree, disturbed the much-needed sleep I was hoping to get. The soft breeze from the window caressing my sweaty face gave me some comfort. My mind was still hazy from last night's event.

 As my mind started recalling the reason behind my raging headache, I jolted right up to look for my phone hoping to see a call or a text from him. The disappointment of seeing none in the sea of congratulations from my friends and family struck me like lightning. Yesterday was supposed to be a confirmation that we're soulmates. We were supposed to be happy, not heartbroken. I didn't just lose my love, I lost my best friend too. I didn't realize, I was crying until I saw my phone screen wet. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried not to cry, but all I could see or think about was him.

                                last night

My heart melted as my eyes landed on the beautiful necklace Eric bought me for my birthday. I looked up into his eyes which were awaiting my response,

"Eric," I said as my mouth broke into a huge grin.

"It's beautiful," I told him as my eyes landed on the beautiful stary necklace again. 

Eric's voice made my eyes settle on his, " it took me some time though I finally found the perfect gift for my perfect girl." he said making my cheeks grow heated, butterflies erupting in my stomach even after all this time as I hung my head to hide the effect he still has on me. He loves doing it, making my cheeks flush. 

The sound of the chair gliding against the floor stole my attention, I see him getting up from his chair and coming to stand behind me with the necklace in his hands and moving my hair to the side, settling the piece on my neck. The chain was golden and long enough for the stars to touch between my clavicles, which were shining bright, making my breath hitch with the beauty of the neckpiece.

 A sudden stinging pain took place between my shoulder blades.

"Ah!" a groan left my lips as I closed my eyes and held the tablecloth between my closed fist .As fast as it came, the pain was gone and I was able to breathe again.

The realization of the reason behind the sudden ache had a glooming smile plastered on my face as I tried to touch the place where now my soul mark rests.

I turned around with excitement, jumped to my feet, and wrapped my arms around his tall and slender figure, his musky scent invading my senses reminding me of home and home he was. He was there when I took my first steps when I joined the elementary school, and when I got bullied in high school for my brown skin and ethnicity, he was always there, protecting me from the world. Though we only officially have been dating for the past six years, we always believed each other to be our soul mates. Even the people around us had no doubt.

 When he still didn't move or hug me back, I stepped back and placed my palm on his left cheek: gently calling for him. His eyes found mine as I tried to decipher the emotions swimming behind his blue orbs. The joy of getting my soul mark made me assume his tears were of the same .I leaned in to connect my lips to his, wanting to taste his cupid lips, but he backed away, making my beaming smile turn into a frown.

"what's wrong Eric?" I asked. 

" now we can officially call each other soulmates, Aren’t you happy?"

but the next words that came out of his mouth told me exactly the reason behind his turmoil.

" your soul mark.." he gulped and closed his eyes, a lone tear fell on his cheek as he opened them. "it's very beautiful, but i...I don't think we are soulmates" he chuckled bitterly. "cause I didn't get a soul mark when you touched me." 

"We were wrong... I can't believe we were wrong for so long" he mumbled while stepping away from me.

My brain took a minute to process his words and I stumbled back as they finally hit me. NO, I thought. My eyes looked for his mark or lack thereof for confirmation and as he said there was nothing.

"NO", "no no no no..." I kept mumbling. " it can't be, we are meant to be together eric, we have always been together." I clutched his shirt wanting nothing more than the words coming out of my mouth to be true, for him to assure me that nothing will change. 

"it's okay, it's okay, we don't need the marks to tell us we are meant to be. We can be happy without the stamp of approval of the marks," I said frantically while Eric was trying to get out of my hold shaking his head.

"No, Selene. There are other people, our actual soulmates, we need to think of, who will be affected by this if we try to ignore the soul bonds" he said softly, not wanting me to lose my mind further.

I turned away from him, "I need a drink" I said, chugging down the contents of my glass of wine, which was brought to celebrate my 22nd birthday, my special day. The day we both were eagerly waiting for, to finally show everyone that we indeed are soulmates but, NO the world likes to throw curveballs at my face every time I feel even a spurt of happiness and this is a fucking huge one. 

I slowly slide down to my chair, clutching the necklace he just gave me, remembering our moments. Everything we went through together, every time the world got against us we stood together facing it but now? now he wants to let go of the hand he promised to hold forever. All the sweet words of promises he gave me vanish into nothing. 

"We can still be friends, Selene. We don't need to throw everything away but, I just can't be with you like that anymore knowing you belong to someone else," he says shaking his head, and stopping my thoughts abruptly.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 1,623 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: sexuality, mentions and descriptions of childhood trauma and physical abuse, domestic abuse Summary: On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N. Requested by: anon! thanks for this cute request, dearheart! I hope you love it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’re ya doin’?”

Daryl’s voice came from right behind you and was followed shortly after by his hands on your hips, so light they were almost floating over your curves.

“What’s it look like?” you asked, your hand still on the pull of the nearest cabinet. “Checking for any overlooked supplies.”

Daryl’s body pressed into yours and you were caught between him and the counter. You couldn’t help but smile and bite your bottom lip. “Can ya… maybe do that later?” he drawled. You felt his fingertips pressing into your hips more tightly and he leaned into you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You laughed, reeling with tingles and goosebumps at his touch, your face flushing pink at this still new intimacy. “I suppose I can,” you said. You turned to face him and his expression was soft but needy. Another bloom of heat started in your chest and grew outwards. His hands drifted from your hips up to the curve of your waist and back down.

“Good.”

You licked your lips and then looped your arms around his neck. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Get me out here to ‘search for supplies’. Alone. No one else around. Total privacy.”

One corner of his mouth flicked upwards and he shrugged, his fingers tapping lightly on your hips. “Maybe.” You thought his ears and cheeks till turned a little red and you slipped your fingers into his hair. “Don’t ya think it’s about damn time we had some fuckin’ privacy?” He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You let out a surprised gasp and then laughed gaily.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, loving the desirous look in his bright blue eyes. “Mhmmm. I can be as loud as I want,” you whispered with a smile.

He let out a sigh that had the edge of a growl to it and his hands drifted down from your hips, over your thighs to your knees and then back up, pressing against the denim of your jeans. He stepped in more closely to you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you that you had no control over. You pulled him in against you more tightly, scooting right to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing against the inside of your legs.

Daryl pulled back just long enough to study your face and brush your hair out of your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, insistent and fiery.

You were sinking into him, getting lost in his touch, biting his bottom lip because you knew it drove him crazy, when a sudden crack of thunder and flash of white-hot lightning burned at the edges of the covered windows. You jumped and then froze still as stone. Daryl felt your body go rigid beneath his hands.

He pulled back, his arms wrapping lightly around your lower back. You had a wide-eyed, stunned look on your face. “S’just a storm. S’alright,” he drawled.

But his words seemed to have almost no effect on you. You certainly didn’t look relieved.

“Y/N. Hey. Ya alright?”

You blinked a few times like you were trying to clear something out of your head. Your chest was heaving with anxious breaths, your heart whirring in your chest and making you feel a little light-headed.

Daryl clasped your face gently in one hand. “Y/N.” You finally met his eyes and felt some sense of relief at the weight of him against you. It was grounding when you were worried about plummeting into that dark abyss, standing on a precipice barely wide enough for your feet.

Another growling roll of thunder and a loud crack, magnesium white lightning finding its way in around the curtains. Daryl felt you start shaking beneath his hands and his brow furrowed more deeply. “Hey. S’goin’ on?”

You gulped at the constriction in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut. I’m okay. I’m okay. Just bad memories. I’m okay. A flashback was looming over you, ready to consume you at any moment. But suddenly Daryl had lifted you into his arms and you clutched onto him tightly. His brow was wrinkled with concern and without a word he carried you to the makeshift bed the two of you had laid out on the floor in the other room, layers of blankets and bedding. He set you down gently and your fingers stayed clutching onto his vest, holding on to keep yourself rooted in the here and now.

His hands didn’t leave you, and you were grateful for that. You met his blue eyes as he smoothed your hair. You felt tears welling up, blurring your vision and you drew in a shaky breath before collapsing against his chest, breathing in his smell, feeling his warmth. His hands smoothed up and down your back gently.

“S’alright,” he murmured, and you could hear it echoing in his chest. After some time of just holding you, he finally spoke again. “I remember—when we were on the road—the storm… ya were,” he shook his head vaguely, “but I thought it was just ‘cause it was so bad and all we had was a damn barn to keep us outta it. But it’s more than that, hmm?”

You straightened up and he was studying your expression, waiting patiently in case you wanted to speak. You had to steel yourself to drag it up. You’d always done your best to keep it buried, carrying a shovel around slung over your shoulder in case you needed it at a moment’s notice. But this was Daryl. And you could tell him. And maybe if you spoke it, it would lessen the burden.

You smoothed a hand down his chest and blinked away the tears stinging your eyes. “I was afraid of storms when I was a kid. My stepdad—he—he said I was too old to be afraid of them and that it wasn’t right for me to come running for my mom in the middle of the night.” You wet your lips and cleared your throat, fighting the tightness that was threatening to strangle your voice. Another roll of thunder sounded outside and you flinched. Daryl’s hand smoothed up and down your back. “Whenever it stormed, I tried to stay in bed—I really did but I just—I would panic. My stepdad would be furious when I ran into their room, waking them up… I just wanted to be with my mom. But he—he said I needed to ‘get over it’ and ‘face my fears’.” You had to stop for a moment and triy to slow your breathing and bounding heart. You’d never told anyone, except a therapist, what you were about to tell him. “We had a shed in the backyard, and when it stormed, when I came running for my mom, he’d discipline me.” A tear escaped your eyes and you hastily wiped it away. “And then he’d drag me into the backyard and throw me in the shed. He locked me in there until it was over. Just—in the dark with the lightning and—the whole time I always thought the shed was going to come down around me.” You sniffled and wiped away a few more tears that had leaked out. The sound of rain was no steady on the roof.

“Yer mom didn’t—”

“She couldn’t,” you interrupted him, shaking your head sadly. “He had total control over her. Beat her black and blue sometimes. She wasn’t in a place to do anything for me…”

Thunder cracked again outside and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. Daryl moved closer to you and you sat down in front of him and leaned back so you could feel the expansion of his lungs, his body against yours. He draped his arms around you.

“How old were ya?” he asked quietly. You found his deep voice, the rough grit to it, soothing.

“Seven. When it started.”

Daryl was silent for a long time, struggling with some of his own memories that your story was bringing to the surface, but he finally heaved a heavy sigh and his fingertips trailed up your bare arms lightly. “Ya shoulda never had to go through that. ‘M sorry.”

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder and smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault. But thank you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned back against him more heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tight. The two of you waited out the storm that way. You didn’t know how long it took, but being in his arms seemed to speed it past.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” you said at length.

Daryl’s heart ached and he tangled his fingers into your hair, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thanks fer trustin’ me.”

You hadn’t been officially together with him for long, but you had already fallen hard. He was your escape. “I trust you with my whole heart, Daryl.”

Daryl felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Not sure I deserve that.”

You turned and clasped his face gently, a sad look on your face. “You do. That, and a lot more.” You pressed your lips to his and melted into each other, passing the night wrapped in the feeling of realizing that you’ve found home in another person.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 120: Tough

"No!" his Auror partner shouted before letting out an unbearably loud hiccough, dodging Draco as he tried to catch him.

"Get your arse back here," he growled, chasing the other man around their desks.

Harry shook his head, pausing behind a chair and evaluating which direction he was going to go. "You'll never take me alive."

"You're being a child."

In the split second that Harry froze to let out another ridiculously loud hiccough, Draco freed his wand from his holster.

"Incarcerous!" he shouted and he watched with satisfaction as Harry was bound up in ropes and fell to the ground like a tree. He spun his wand around in a ritzy little circle before putting it back in it's holster and sauntering over to Harry. "Well, well," he said, "How the mighty have fallen."

"Har har," Harry grumbled as he strained against the ropes binding him before hiccoughing again.

He tsked, "You ought to know that those ropes aren't going anywhere. Do you know why?"

"Because I taught you how to cast the spell better," he said through gritted teeth.

"Too right," he said with a satisfied little smirk. "Now, open up," he added, wiggling the vial at him.

"No!" he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips together even as another hiccough forced it's way out. "I don't want it."

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"Tough," Draco replied. "You and I both know this potion is the only thing that will stop those godforsaken hiccoughs once you get them."

"No," he whined, thrashing to try and get out of the ropes again. "I hate it! It tastes like tar."

"Potter, you will open your mouth and take this potion."

"Never."

He straddled Harry's hips and plopped down on top of him, "Open your mouth."

Harry shook his head, keeping his lips seal.

"Potter," he threatened, "Open your mouth or else."

"Or else what?" he asked, lightning quick and keeping his mouth sealed.

"Sorry, what?" he asked.

But Harry wasn't so gullible, he just glared at him.

He groaned, "Come on, Potter."

Harry shook his head and so Draco did the only thing he could think of. He leaned in and kissed him.

And Harry let out the most delicious sounding moan that Draco had ever heard, his body going pliant under Draco's as he opened his mouth and kissed him back. He let out a soft groan, cupping Harry's cheek as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.

With a shudder, Harry opened for him, reaching out to tentatively touch Draco's tongue with his own.

When he realized they were both more than a little lost in the kiss, Draco pulled back and just as he was about to pour the potion into Harry's mouth, Harry said "Wait!"

And he froze, waiting for whatever it was that the other man wanted.

"They're gone," he murmured in wonder. "My hiccoughs! They're gone!" he exclaimed.

He blinked and waited another moment before laughing, "So they are."

"This," Harry said, raising an eyebrow at him, "Is a much better way to get rid of the hiccoughs."

And it was only then that Draco realized exactly how ridiculous this was; he'd tied up his auror partner, then proceeded to climb on top of him, and then kissed him. He'd always wondered if his pathetic infatuation with the other man would bite him in the arse. In retrospect, he supposed it hadn't been a matter of 'if' but rather 'when'. "Oh Salazar," he groaned as he pushed himself up off of Harry. "I'm so sorry." He covered his face with his hands, "What was I thinking? Merlin. I just crossed so many lines, that was definitely sexual harassment. I going to get fired-"

"Draco," Harry interrupted. "Could you possibly stop freaking out long enough to untie me?"

"Yes. Sorry," he said, casting a quick spell to slice the rope. "Sorry," he apologized again. "I'm just going to go turn myself in," he said, nodding to himself and heading toward the door. "I'm going to resign and-"

A burst of wandless magic blew past him and closed the door. "Can I say something?" Harry asked.

He swallowed but didn't turn around, still reaching out for the doorknob as he nodded.

When Harry spoke, the warmth of his breath covered Draco's neck in goosebumps. "I've been waiting ages for you to kiss me."

"What?" Draco asked, spinning around so fast that he clocked Harry in the nose with his head.

"Ouch," Harry grunted, covering his nose with his hand but not before Draco saw a trickle of blood.

"Shit," he hissed, reaching for his wand.

"It's alright," the other man assured. "It's just because it's been broken before."

"By me," he said, his heart deflating in his chest until it was flat as a popped balloon. He was an idiot. "Episky," he cast and Harry's nose righted itself. "I should just go-"

But Harry seemed to have different plans because he pressed Draco back against the door, trapping him against it with his own body, and grasping both of his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head.

He moaned, he couldn't help himself. "Harry."

"Listen to me," Harry said. "I have wanted to kiss you for ages, it's not sexual harassment if it's wanted by both parties and there's no power imbalance, and while I do agree that consent is important I'll also say that if I didn't want you to kiss me, you wouldn't have."

"I had you tied up!"

With a little smirk, Harry stepped back. "Cast an incarcerous on me again."

"What?"

"Do it," he said.

So Draco did, watching as the cord wrapped around Harry and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Ready?" he asked.

"For what?"

He smirked up at Draco before he closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. Then he stretched and the ropes broke apart.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

Harry shrugged and brushed himself off, "It's come in handy a few times when I've gotten captured by criminals."

"Then why didn't you let yourself out instead of asking me to?"

"Because you were spiraling and you needed something to do," he replied easily.

He just blinked because everything felt so surreal at the moment.

"Can I take you to dinner?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"Can I take you to dinner?" he repeated. "Like on a date."

"Me?" he asked incredulously.

Harry laughed, "Yes of course you. I'm crazy about you in case I haven't made it completely obvious by now."

"I'd like that very much," he said, wondering if he ought to pinch himself.

The corner of Harry's mouth tilted up as he held out his hand for Draco to take, "Good. Then you can take me home and show me your best incarcerous," he added with a little wink.

And from then on, any time that Harry got the hiccoughs, they both knew the most effective cure.

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Day 119: Hope | Day 121: Record

[ragingbookdragon]

Bring On The Wonder, We Got It All Wrong, We Pushed Us Down Deep In Our Souls, So Hang On

Batsis x Ghost-Maker One-Shot

Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of this piece right here that everyone got mad at me for because I made it angsty :) Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Will you slow down?” Bruce complained, reaching her in a few steps. “Your ankle is sprained and you’re going to—”

She turned on him, slapping his hand away from where it was reaching for her. “I don’t wanna look or talk to you or anybody else right now.” She spat. “Take the hostages to GCPD and leave me the fuck alone.”

“He wasn’t going to kill you.” Bruce said and she scowled.

“It doesn’t matter what he was or wasn’t going to do.” She pointed to herself. “I thought he was going to. That’s what matters to me.” She turned and took a step, though her leg faltered, and she went to her knees, reaching to hold her ankle. “Fuck,” she hissed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“(Y/N),” he murmured, bending down beside her and she reached up, yanking the cowl off.

“Everything hurts,” she cried, anger and pain lacing her voice. “My back hurts. My chest hurts. Everything fucking hurts.” She reached up to wipe the blood still leaking from her busted nose and split eyebrow. “And I’m bleeding.” (Y/N) licked her lips, feeling the sting from the broken skin of her bottom one.

Bruce’s hand went to his utility belt, unclipping one of the pockets, and he pulled out a rag; he gently raised it to her eyebrow, dabbing at the blood as he quietly stated, “Your eyebrow’s already in hemostasis. Though it’s going to need stitches.” His hand briefly stilled near her swollen eye, then he continued to her nose where he gently held it.

She whimpered, trying to recoil but he held on. “That hurts.”

“You need to stop the bleeding,” he advised, then grabbed her hand and placed it over his, forcing her to take it.

“What are you doing?”

Bruce didn’t answer her, one arm curling under her knees, the other her back and he hefted her up into his arms. “I’ll take you back to your penthouse.”

(Y/N) wanted to cry, and she was helpless to stop the tears that gathered in her eyes; she turned, burying her face in the plate of her brother’s shoulder pad, breathing deeply to keep her sobs at bay.

“I don’t know what’s going to come after this,” he explained softly, careful to take even steps to avoid jostling her. “But I know that you’re the only one who gets to choose what happens between you and him.” He rested his chin on her head. “And if you choose to take a leave for a while, then I’ll support that.”

She let out a shuddering breath. “I just want to crawl in a hole.”

“Want me to get my shovel and dig you one?”

A watery laugh passed her lips, though it dissolved into a sob and with her free hand, she reached over and grabbed Bruce’s opposite shoulder, squeezing tightly as she shook against him.

He inhaled deeply, catching Ghost-Maker from the corner of his eye leading the hostages out. “We’re going to be okay, (Y/N).”

***

Turns out that the leave of absence seemed like the best choice for her, and she’d hunkered down in a safe-house about three hundred miles outside of the state on the edges of the McIntyre Wild Area in Pennsylvania. Bruce and she had bought it years ago as a last-ditch effort if they needed to get out of Gotham and it’d taken the two of them, plus Clark to clear it out and build. Half of the time was having Clark laugh at the two siblings and call them “city-slickers trying to be country folk” as he watched them struggle to tame the land.

But in the end, it had been effective, and they’d built a rather cozy safe-house that looked inconspicuously like Ma and Pa Kent’s home in Smallville. It was stocked with everything they needed, a built-in basement for safe measures. She was alone and secure in the small cabin and that’s how she wanted to be. Since leaving some few days ago, she’d messaged each nephew and niece telling them that while she loved them dearly, she needed to be alone for some time and that she’d be back as soon as she could be.

They’d flooded her phone with messages and concerns, but she’d left the device in her penthouse before leaving, resting assured that Bruce would explain in her absence. She felt like a failure and more so, weak for leaving her brother with the job of explaining, but the last thing she wanted to do was explain the situation herself.

She sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, gazing absentmindedly as the flames cast light that flickered around the darkened room. The entire room was open, living room and fireplace in the center, bedroom in one corner, kitchen in the other, a closed bathroom in another. It all smelled like pine. Fresh air and the ingraining scent of pine. But it’s what she needed. Gotham City overwhelmed the olfactory senses with blood and smog and on especially bad days, the rotting scent of fish and death. Everyone needed a break from it at some point in their life; to remember how to breathe in air that wasn’t contaminated.

The only thing she didn’t like was how quiet it was. (Y/N) was used to the distant sounds of traffic, gunshots, and sirens. Here it was the sound of her breathing and the wind whistling through the trees, wildlife scratching and hunting away in the underbrush. She swore she could hear her blood flowing through her brain. If there was any consolation, it did help to hone the senses on what she wanted to hear. And what she didn’t want to hear was knocking at the front door.

Quietly she rose from the couch and walked to the side of her bed, grabbing the loaded twelve gauge; she cocked it and stepped up to the door, warning, “If you’re not park rangers, I suggest you leave now. I’m armed and I will shoot you.”

A muffled chuckle sounded from the other side. “Well, that’s not the way I figured you’d greet me.”

“Oh, so you were expecting the shotgun blast then?” she answered aiming at the door and she pulled the trigger, blasting a large hole in the center of the wooden door. (Y/N) waited until the smoke cleared before she walked up and bent down, peeking through to see him flat on the ground, unharmed, reflexive as ever.

“Damn,” she griped. “I really thought I was going to beat you that time, K.”

Ghost-Maker cocked his head up and she was sure he was glaring at her from beneath the mask. “You crazy—”

“Bitch?” (Y/N) finished. “Tell me about it.” She set the gun next to the door and stood up, flipping the lock before pulling it open. “What do you want.”

“Well, I was coming to see you,” he said, picking himself off the ground; dusting himself off, he added, “You wouldn’t answer me.”

“Huh, I wonder why?” (Y/N) questioned, pressing her finger to her chin in mock thought, then her face lit up and she exclaimed, “Maybe it was because you tried to kill me a week ago!”

“I wasn’t going to kill you.” He griped. “You know I wasn’t going to.”

“Noted. What do you want?”

“To talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you and if you’re smart, you’ll leave before I decide to reload the gun.”

Ghost-Maker sighed, gazing at her. “I was using Kyusho Jitsu to slow you down until Bruce arrived.”

(Y/N) wanted to scream, but she kept her voice level. “And that somehow justifies splitting both lips, one eyebrow, busting my nose, and throwing me into an electric fence?”

“…No,” he murmured. “No, it doesn’t.” He looked at her. “But I was concerned that if I didn’t make it look like we were really trying to kill one another, Riddler was going to kill the hostages.”

She merely stared at him for a long moment. “You know, I used to think I knew when you were telling the truth, but now that I really think about it, I don’t know when you’re lying to me either.”

He stood to his full height, jaw tightening as he said, “I’m many things, but I’m not a liar, (Y/N). And I’d never lie to you.”

“I don’t believe you,” she shot back, face pinching as she finished with, “And you can sleep outside.”

She shut the door and turned around, walking to the bed in the corner and he looked through the hole in the middle. “You know I can just come inside if I want?”

(Y/N) laughed, stripping the shorts and long shirt she had on before climbing into the bed. “You take one step in here and I’ll cut your penis off and nail it to your forehead.”

“Hmm…have it your way,” he decided, turning around and she had as she tried, she couldn’t block out the sound of him setting up his blanket and bedding on the porch.

Hopefully, he’d be gone in the morning.

***

A crack of thunder startled her awake and she sat up in the bed, looking out the window to see the rain beating down. Her eyes drifted to the hole in the door and for a moment, she wanted to get up and see if he was okay, but she felt a bolt of irritation flash through her and she huffed, flopping back down into the bed, yanking the covers over her head.

She laid there for a few minutes, listening to the thunder clap above her, the lightning illuminating the room ever other moment, then she groaned, cursing herself for being a good person deep, deep down. (Y/N) threw the covers off her and rolled out of the bed, hurrying to the door. Pulling it open, she couldn’t help but smile at the man curled up in his thoroughly soaked blanket.

“Come inside.” He said nothing in return, and she sighed, kicking him in the stomach. “I know you’re awake, K. Get in here.”

“I thought you didn’t want me inside,” he retorted, yet to pull the blanket off his head.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I don’t. But I’d be a terrible person if I let you get pneumonia.”

“You know you can’t catch that from rain, right? It’s caused by—”

“Fine. Stay out here for all I care,” she interrupted, starting to close the door and he sat up, scrambling for the inside.

“Wait!” She smirked and he craned his neck up at her to scowl. “You did that on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) retorted, cracking the door open more so he could get inside. He sat against the door when she closed it and she leaned against the door frame, watching the water drip down his soaked body.

“Want a change of clothes?” she asked. “Bruce left some behind the last time he was here.”

“Thank you,” he said, and she walked over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and an undershirt.

She turned, seeing him yanking off his shirt and pants, then tossed the clothes to him. “Here.”

He caught them. “I’m not wearing his boxers.”

“They’re new, jack-ass.” (Y/N) snorted, looking away so he could dress himself, then she glanced back. “Feel better?”

“I feel less cold,” he retorted, walking around the fireplace to toss another couple logs inside. “You’re letting the fire die out.”

She rolled her eyes and wandered into the kitchen, returning with a clean rag. “You’d be less cold if you took the mask off and toweled your hair.”

He looked up at her, watching, waiting, and since he didn’t stop her from reaching behind him, she untied the knot at the base of his skull, pulling the damp fabric away.

(Y/N) wiped the water from his face, softly brushing over his cheeks, then to his eyebrows, and when she was satisfied, she placed the towel on his head, and gently massaged his scalp, letting the towel soak up all the rainwater.

When she was done, she tossed it aside and sank onto the brick wraparound with a heavy sigh, eyes drifting to the wall. Ghost-Maker collapsed against her legs, resting his head back on her thighs; unconsciously, (Y/N)’s hands went to his hair, stroking the brown tresses.

After a few minutes, he murmured, “I apologize for not telling you the plan.”

Her hands stilled for a moment before continuing their ministrations. “I accept your apology.” She scratched his scalp. “Sorry for what I said.”

“It didn’t hurt my feelings,” he shrugged, and she tugged his hair.

“Yes, it did.” He tipped his head back, gazing at her. “Parade it around all you want but we both know you’re not immune to having your feelings hurt.”

Ghost-Maker searched her eyes. “You truly thought I was going to kill you?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) answered. “Everything was happening so quickly. I didn’t have time to think about what fighting style you were using on me. All I knew was that you weren’t pulling punches and it didn’t feel like a plan to me.”

She stared at him. “And I was scared of you.”

“Are you scared of me now?” he questioned, and she inhaled then exhaled.

“No.” He seemed relieved, but it was short lived as she added, “But I don’t trust you anymore. And I don’t know how long it’s going to be before I do again.”

He looked away. “I see.” Nothing was said for a moment, and he pulled from her, standing to his feet. “It’s late. We should rest.”

(Y/N) stood and started making her way to the bed when she realized he was going too. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“Going to bed?” Ghost-Maker offered, and she cocked a brow.

“Try again, K.” She pointed to the couch. “Go.”

His face pinched and he turned, but she caught his hand and he stopped, glancing back at her. (Y/N), against the better judgement in her head and the obvious discomfort between the two of them, stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her forehead to the middle of his chest.

He seemed to freeze at the sudden action, even if it’d been one, they’d done many times, but he recovered, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other around the back of her neck. His cheek brushed her temple and her grip shifted, hands coming up to press flat against his shoulders; with the warmth stinging the corners of her eyes, she dug her nails into his back as if it were the one thing keeping her from breaking down.

She wanted to say it. Wanted to tell him how angry she was. How hurt. How much loathing was built up inside of her, but nothing would come out.

“I know,” Ghost-Maker murmured against her hair. “I know what you’re thinking, (Y/N), and I know.” He pulled back, hand slipping from her neck to cup her cheek; he pressed his forehead to hers and assured quietly, “I know.”

(Y/N)’s eyes slipped shut and she let out a shaky breath. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“Tomorrow.” He let her go and watched as she unsteadily headed for the bed, collapsing onto the mattress; she tugged the blankets over her head, and he frowned as he saw her frame start to shake beneath them. Pulling the blanket off the couch, he laid down and watched her for some time. Waiting until she stopped shaking and slipped off into sleep so he himself could sleep too.

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Twin Cores - DP

Saw this headcanon on Tumblr… awhile ago? It stuck with me, and I ended up writing this, and now I can’t find it to give the person proper credit. Lemme know if anyone recognizes this idea and knows who came up with it. (heart) 

Was gonna do this idea for the Big Bang thing, but I forgot all about signing up. ;) Wonders. So I’ll just post it and come up with new ideas.

~2,700 words. 

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Danny floated high above the clouds, up where the air was thin and cold and the stars sparkled brightly overhead. It was terribly late, and Danny knew he’d be paying for this at school tomorrow, but this was always the best part of his week. He couldn’t come up here all the time, but when he cound, he always found himself relaxing. Hands behind his head, he floated on his back, studying the stars.

He let out a breath through his lips and brought a hand forwards to massage his chest, closing his eyes. Yesterday had not been good day. An accident with some of his parents’ technology had completely ruined his day. For reasons Danny didn’t understand, his chest had felt overly full since. Almost like he needed to cough up something - which couldn’t be, because his ghost form didn’t have any real lungs to cough with. 

With a groan, Danny stretched and rolled his body through a bunch of sharp loop-the-loops and twists, hoping maybe he could work out the kink. Nothing. Hopefully it wouldn’t prevent him from getting a good night’s rest. He was exhausted.

He floated for a few minutes longer, watching the sky and hoping for a meteor or two, slowly turning the overfull feeling over in his mind. He pushed and prodded at the odd sensation, trying to come up with what in the world it could be. 

It had to relate to his parents’ invention. Unfortunately, the day was a fuzzy blur in Danny’s memory and if something in particular had happened to him, he wouldn’t be able to remember it on his own. All he could do on his own was a vague understanding of what had happened.

Getting zapped with one of the newer devices yesterday had resulted in Danny getting split - again. His ghost half had fallen captive to the hero-like obsession of his core, and had gone on a hero-spree. A memory of rescuing a cat from a tree in a very overblown, comic-like way surfaced and Danny buried his face in his hands, embarrassed for himself. “Ugh, I hope nobody videoed that. Or anything else,” he muttered.

His human half had wandered aimlessly through the day, not knowing what to do with no driving force behind everything he did. Vague memories of eating pizza and not noticing the ghost haunting the place next door until Sam pointed it out filtered through the shadows. 

From what he remembered, it hadn’t been a horrible sort of day for either half of him. His ghost half had been allowed to play with his obsession all day and his human half had gotten to just be… human. But he’d been split for much longer than ever before; Tucker and Sam were unable to work through how the strange invention worked. 

Danny didn’t remember being much help with the endeavour. In fact, he sort of remembered his human half stealing the device, passing it to his ghost half, and the thing getting placed on top of the school for the afternoon. Jazz finally got it using some of the newer modifications to the Fenton’s vehicle that allowed it to fly. 

By the time the three of them figured out how to reverse the effects, it was late in the evening on the second day - more than 36 hours since being split. Phantom had started to turn more and more ghost, losing more of his humanity each hour, delving deeper and deeper into this hero obsession. His eyes had turned more ghostly, teeth sharpening, fingers turning into claws. Even a cape had started to mist into view.

Danny slowly ran his tongue over his teeth - they were still a bit too sharp - and pulled his hands far enough away from his face to glance at his fingers. They weren’t claws, not like many ghosts had, but… his fingers no longer really looked human. The changes that had happened to his ghost form the last two days appeared to be permanent, even now that they were rejoined back together.

Danny… didn’t want to think about that. Not yet.

And his human half had started to go through changes as well. Danny vaguely remembered - towards the end of the escapade, when he’d convinced himself that he didn’t want to be rejoined with Phantom - trying to avoid everyone and ending up in a tree, floating in a very inhuman way. His totally human form regaining some of its ghost powers.

Danny mentally poked at the odd, full sensation in his chest again. Perhaps it was that his ghost powers had grown while he was separated. Phantom hadn’t been exactly a half-a-ghost when they’d been slammed back together. And Danny had been just a bit of ghost too. Perhaps now he was somehow 60% ghost and 50% human… and his body was trying to adjust to being too much ghost. 

His mind poked at the sensation in his chest just a bit too hard. Danny slammed his eyes shut tight as he felt the sensation of transformation travel through him - lightning sharp and aching into his phantom bones. Panic set in a second later. He couldn’t transform up here - there wasn’t enough oxygen for his human form to breathe. He’d pass out and fall to his death. 

He gasped and threw his arms out, instinctively trying to grab something even though he was on the edge of the atmosphere, as the transformation arced through his arms and legs. He kept his eyes closed as he fumbled for his ghost side. He needed to transform back fast. His human side would already be aching to breathe, desperate for oxygen after the last hour of being in ghost form.

But his ghost side… was… 

Danny opened his eyes as he realized he wasn’t falling. As he realized his ghost form wasn’t something to grab for, because he was still a ghost.

“But…” he whispered, startled and confused. He’d felt himself transform. There was no mistaking the sensation that had swept through him. He looked around, almost as if the answer would be written in the air next to him.

Then the stars caught his gaze. He froze, mouth falling open, as he stared up at the sky. There were more stars than before, the whole sky alight with points of light. And he knew them - with each star he focused his eyes on, he knew what that star was. How far away it was, what it’s name was, what kind of star it was… 

Delight sparkled inside him as he let his gaze drift across the heavens. Stars he didn’t even know existed seemed to soak into his skin, whispering all their secrets in his ears. “How…?” he breathed, twisting around and around and looking everywhere he could. “Why?”

His gaze snagged on the moon, crescent-shaped and gleaming. He almost felt like he was drowning in it’s glow, feeling everything about it. The ice hiding in its craters. The human-built machinery peppering its surface. The soft warmth still coiling in its dying core. He could just… go there. He could be there in about three seconds. He could just…

He threw up a hand, blocking the moon’s glow, blinking hard and pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Holy shit,” he whispered, breathing hard, focusing on Earth, on human thoughts, on normalcy. “What is this?”

Then he saw his hand, thin fingers topped with sharp claws, glove missing. His forehead furrowed as he realized both his gloves were gone, as was the logo on his chest, and the white belt around his waist. A black shirt and black pants. His boots looked like his normal shoes, just moon-lit white. Actually, minus the claws and some color changes, he looked… like he had yesterday. “Uh… What is going on with me?” 

He could feel the pull of the stars overhead. He knew he could just lean back, put his arms behind his head, and float there, watching the sky forever. Just revel in space for all time. Instead, he kept his gaze down towards the tops of the clouds. 

At least the first step of what he should do now was clear. Whenever he was dealing with anything out of the ordinary, Sam and Tucker knew what to say. They’d help. He’d go home, grab his phone, and call them. 

Danny flew towards Amity Park-

-and suddenly drew to a stop. He twisted around, eyes wide, realizing that he’d somehow overshot his home by a dozen miles or more. “What the fuck?” he said. He’d only been flying for a moment - how was he all the way over here? “I…”

He licked his lips and tried again. He set his gaze on Amity Park and flew-

-right past Amity Park again. It was an eyeblink of time between one side of the city and the other. Danny hung in the air, confused and slightly annoyed. “What is going on?” he said. A new power, obviously - but one that had unfortunate timing. His fingers curled, the claws digging uncomfortably into his palms. “This is what I get for leaving my phone behind,” he groused. The phone wouldn’t have done well in the thin, cold atmosphere. Even if he’d have brought it with, there was no guarantee it would have still been working. 

“Are all my powers wonky?” Danny asked, raising his hand and pushing energy into his hand. Instead of a steady, gas-like glow, the energy sparkled and hissed, like he was holding onto an exploding firework. “Odd.”

His powers were working differently, so it was time to try using them differently. Time to change tactics. Instead of focusing on a direction, Danny focused his mind on a destination. He closed his eyes, picturing where exactly he wanted to end up. Opening his eyes and taking a deep breath, he tried to fly as slowly as possible.

The world seemed to blur and twist, glowing uncomfortably bright for the fraction of a second Danny allowed himself to be in motion. When the world settled back into place, Danny found himself hovering about ten feet off the ground, within the city of Amiry Park, only about a half-mile from his house. “That worked a lot better,” he said, rather pleased with himself.

Instead of chancing another attempt at flying, Danny figured he’d turn himself human. A ten foot drop wouldn’t be too bad, and he could walk home. It would be the least-tricky way to get home. He took a moment to worry that this new power would prevent him from turning human as easily as normal, but then slammed that idea shut and closed his eyes. 

Danny pushed his ghost form away, pulling at that warm and heavy feeling in his mind. There was a sparkling sensation in his mind, then the sharp pain that came with turning himself human again. He dropped, landing lightly on his toes, breathing a heavy sigh of relief that at least this was still normal. He bounced a few times, testing out a few basic powers - invisibility seemed to work like normal, as did phasing through things. He didn’t try floating, for fear of accidentally ending up two towns over and two hundred feet above the ground in human form.

He walked home, rubbing his chest at that strange, too-full sensation, and snuck in the back door. Despite the fact that all the lights were out, he kept himself invisible to avoid his parents. It was so far past curfew that Danny didn’t even want to think about the trouble he’d be in if they realized he was still out. 

His bedroom door was still locked. Danny phased through it, flipped on the lights, and dumped himself into his bed. “Ugh,” he groaned, feeling the drain of the last two days on his body. He glanced over at the clock. Just before two in the morning. Part of him wanted to just curl up in his bed and fall asleep, try to get a few hours of sleep before tackling school tomorrow. But too much of him had a tight ball of anxious curiosity.

He groaned as he rolled out of bed and stepped in front of his mirror. He looked awful. Dark rings under his eyes and a horrible, pale tone to his skin. He looked half dead. “On the positive side, nobody will question it if I want to stay home sick tomorrow,” he muttered. He shuddered and shifted his weight, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then triggered the transformation.

His ghost form spread like lightning across his skin, slammed through his head, and settled into his chest like a cold ball of fire. He squeaked one eye open just a touch, not sure of what he was going to see. 

Phantom was peering back at him. Danny relaxed, letting his eyes open, and studied himself. From more than a few feet away, he looked absolutely normal. But up close, there were minor changes from the last few days. Teeth that were too pointy. Fingers that were a little more claw-like than normal. Hair that was more… smokey. Just a little. His mouth twisted, unsure of how he felt about the changes. “At least there’s no cape,” he murmured. “I’d look too much like Vlad with a cape.”

He squared his shoulders, set his teeth, and tried flying. He floated up and moved around his bedroom like normal. “So normal.” He caught sight of his claws and shivered. “Mostly.”

“Now…” He took a deep breath and jabbed hard at the over-full feeling in his chest. He was half-hoping nothing would happen. But light sparkled along his body, that tingling almost-painful sensation changing him in very subtle ways. His clothes changed from a jumpsuit to shirt and pants, his shoes looked like they would squeak on the floor as he walked. He was still glowing and transparent. “I’m… a different ghost?” He spread out his arms, feet firmly on the floor afraid to hover. “And I have like… superspeed.”

He took a very careful step forwards, peering closely at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked the same, with the normal green glow. His teeth were sharper, canines almost like little fangs. And… he leaned in, studying his freckles. They glowed, star-like, forming constellations across his skin. 

His mind veered off tangent, remembering the stars overhead, the glittering facts that swirled through his mind, the odd bubbling joy that came with even thinking about space. The freckles on his cheeks rearranged themselves into the constellation Draco, and sparks and speckles swirled into life across his clothes. A supernova that resolved itself into the stars overhead. Danny could trace the stars in his clothes, knew everything about each star. He was caught by the strongest urge to fly there. To zip through space to Alrakis, a binary star system eighty-eight light years away. It would only take him 221 years, 5 months, and 3 days…

Danny jerked himself out of his thoughts. He couldn’t fly for over two hundred years. He shuddered and blinked, settling back on his heels. The glowing freckles on his face settled down, his clothes faded back to black. The familiar sort of pitch-black of space. The sort of black Danny imagined the universe looked like before stars existed. “I have space powers now,” Danny realized, his voice slow and excited. “I have space powers! I’m a space ghost!”

Curious, Danny poked at that over-full feeling in his chest again. The world tingled and flashed, and he was back to his old self. Phantom, with the logo and the better posture and the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. “I’m two ghosts, somehow? Two ghosts… and a human...” Danny stared at himself in the mirror. “Or...” he rested his hand on his chest, feeling that strange overly-full feeling. “Or something…?”

Danny shook his head, not sure where to even begin processing that one. Then he turned himself human again, watching the world get dark as the ghost energy faded away. He scratched at his scalp, trundled over to his bed, and dropped into its softness. 

There wasn’t much he knew right then. The first was that space powers were the coolest power he could have gotten. And the second was that all this would be easier to process after a few hours of sleep and a large cup of caffeine. 

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7 Oikawa-Filled Minutes in Heaven || Oikawa Tooru

You meet Oikawa at a party that your friend dragged you along to, and it's hosted by Hinata Shoyou.

~ Words: 4.2k

~ NSFW 18+

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You were never one to go to parties. You didn't mind the going out. In fact, you liked going out more than enough. You just didn't like going to parties. You learned from your friends everything you needed to know about parties, and their stories discouraged you to say the least. You didn't want to get in any forms of trouble, and you preferred staying in the comfort of your own home, snuggling up to your bed sheets and watching Netflix until the sun rose while snacking on whatever you could get your hands on.

That's why you're not entirely sure why you're even at a party right now. You were relaxing at your house until your best friend barged in to your house to drop a bomb. She was begging you to come to this party that the beautiful Hinata Shoyou was hosting, if it had been anyone else, it would have been a different story. But the truth was that, your friend was determined on dragging you to the party whether you liked it or not.

So there you were at the door entrance, staring wide eyed at everything around you. It was just as you thought it would be. The music was too loud for your taste, everyone was dancing around like fools, drinking until they passed out, tripping and falling over themselves. People were invading your personal space bubble, trying to talk to you, and to this, you flashed them an awkward smile, and escaped from them thanks to the crowd. At the corner of the room, you spotted the stoners doing their thing. You checked around you to see if anyone saw or cared, but apparently no one did and acted like it was a normal thing. All of a sudden, someone pushed you by the shoulder while passing by, and you tried to glare at whoever it was. But when you saw that it was a drunk couple making out sloppily, you decided to ignore them.

You felt like you were the odd one out. What were you supposed to be doing anyways? People around you danced enthusiastically, bobbing their heads up and down and waving their arms in the air. Should you dance along too? You weren't sure if that's what you wanted to do. On a side note, you noticed your best friend had ditched you. Great. So much for not being alone.

Feeling relieved when you saw the snack bar, you made your way there. At first, it was hard for you to move in the crowd of people. But when you swayed your hips and danced your way around the dancing floor, it became easier. You finally smiled genuinely for the first time that night, and hurriedly grabbed a plate to eat.

As you ate your food, you paid little attention to what you were drinking. You hadn't realize the handsome boy next to you placed it there for you.

"I saw you dancing out there," the boy said with a charming smile, causing you to choke a little in surprise. The handsome boy chuckled at your reaction and waited for your response, "you've got moves," he added. "I'd like to see what else you can do."

After finally recovering yourself, you looked at him. "Excuse me?" you asked. It wasn't that you didn't hear him. You heard him, all right. But it caught you off guard because no one ever complimented your dancing skills before. Besides, it came from a really cute guy, but you couldn't see him as clearly as you would have liked because of the terrible lightning, though even in the dark, you could tell he was really beautiful.

"I’m Oikawa, by the way, Oikawa Tooru," he tucked the strand of his brown hair that strayed in front of his face, flashing you a wink with his seductive smile to match.

"Y/N!" you called out so he could hear you, and he only laughed, so you weren't sure if he heard you or not.

"Wanna dance?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

You laughed in response to his question, shaking your head before you spoke, "What? No!" you sputtered, your cheeks turning bright red.

"C'mon, you know you want to, it'll be fun!" he persisted, not taking no for an answer. He grabbed your hand and led you back to the dance floor.

Oikawa started to dance, motioning you over to join him. When he received no reaction, he laughed out laugh, making you blush more unknowingly. Suddenly feeling flustered, you started to dance slowly by swaying your hips again, feeling the rhythm take over your body. You hadn't notice how his eyes were suddenly glued to you, but he wasn't the only one. Other people stopped to watch you dance and started to cheer for you. Before you knew it, you were breaking down in front of everyone, having the time of your life.

Someone gave you another drink, beer you assumed, and you chugged it down. One drink led to another additional three drinks, and you becoming almost completely intoxicated by now.

Somewhere along the way, Oikawa lead you somewhere else. It looked like the living room, you weren't sure. Things were looking a little blurry and disfigured in some weird way because of the harsh lights from earlier. Strangely though, you could tell the brown-haired boy before you apart from everything else.

Even stranger, you found yourself to be feeling self conscious of his hands. His hands were bigger than yours, and they made you feel safe. The way he was holding your hand made you feel like he was protective of you, and you found yourself liking it. It made you feel strange, like for some reason your stomach was tingly but it wasn't because you were hungry. It was completely different from that. It was like a mixture of overwhelmed feelings going overload, causing a catastrophe in the end. You weren't sure what to think of it all, but you knew you liked this unfamiliar feeling.

You both sat down in a circle with other people you couldn't recognize or even tell apart, well except for Hinata Shoyou, who was grinning like a mad man. Oikawa had stopped holding your hand when you arrived, and you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. And it certainly didn't help that he sat across from you. You won't lie; not only did you want to hold his hand a little longer, you wanted to sit next to him.

Hinata stood up from his seat on the couch to announce the game they were going to play.

"The game is called 7 Minutes in Heaven," he said with a curve of his lip, "I'm sure you all know the rules but I'll explain it anyway," he continued, "you spin this bottle and wait for it to stop. To whomever the bottle points to, you have to spend some quality time with the said person for 7 minutes in the closet, right over there," he pointed at the closet with his finger. "Don't be shy, you can do whatever you want in there until the 7 minutes are up," he smiled before sitting back down.

Although you didn't realize it yourself, you suddenly felt a little grateful to be playing this game, even though it was silly. The chances of you spinning the bottle, and it landing on a certain boy were low, but not too low. You still wanted to believe it would land on him, though.

"This'll be fun, won't it, Y/N?" he said suddenly as if he just read your thoughts, snapping his head up to look at you, "I knew you'd like it," he winked at you again, and you merely shook your head from embarrassment.

The game started after that. Many people spun the bottle, proceeding to go to the closet and coming out looking like they had the time of their life. Some of them, at least. It almost landed on you once. Luckily, it didn't, and the person that had spun the bottle looked disappointed.

When it was finally your turn, you twirled the bottle hard. You felt nervous for some reason, biting your lower lip as you stared down the bottle. Slowly but surely, the speed of the bottle started to decrease each second it passed. You shut your eyelids tightly, wishing and hoping it landed on a certain someone. Suddenly, everyone started to whistle and chant something incoherent to your ears. You opened your eyes again, and the corners of his lips threatened to tug upward.

It landed on Oikawa.

"Must be my lucky day," he purred once the bottle stopped completely. "this way, m'lady," he said with a smirk. He helped you get up again, and Hinata turned to look at you with a wave and a smile.

"Have fun, you two lovebirds!" he called out with a loud laugh.

A deep shade covered your face as you realized you were holding hands again. When you both entered the closet, a whole new kind of anxiety entered you because this was real, you were really alone with him, and you had to hurry or else the time would be up.

The room fell quiet once the closet door clicked close. You wondered if the others were even breathing outside; it was just you and him, and all you could hear were his soft breaths, close enough to make you shiver.

He was the first to speak, his voice effectively jolting you from your thoughts. "So, this is the part where we kiss, isn't it?" he said with a playful smile.

"Yeah," you whispered, "I guess so," you acted like if it wasn't that big of a deal when it was. He took a step toward you, and when you lifted your head, your nose bumped into his, making him chuckle quietly. You felt your stomach tighten and like your head was going to beat right out of your chest.

"Come a little closer," he whispered, his voice hoarse as he urged you closer to him. You did exactly as you were asked, and you couldn't find your voice. You looked back up at him, into those intense eyes, and all you could do was grip at the material of his shirt where your hands had fallen to his back. He wavered a little, his expression unreadable to you, a mix of failing self-control, longing, and desperation.

He tilted his head, and moved forward until he could hear the soft hitch in your breath, feel it tickle your lips. He pressed his lips to yours with a certain finality, and even though you just met him, it felt like you had been waiting for this kiss forever. He lingered there for a moment, letting his lips slowly fall open, before pressing a second, more deliberate kiss.

He faltered, warm breath pooling against your lips. You felt like time had stopped, your only reassurance the frantic beating of your heart. He brought his hands to the side of your face, his fingers questioningly tracing the soft skin there. The touch sent a pleasant shiver across your skin, making you inch closer to his warm body. He let his tongue flick out against your lips, earning a sweet little gasp that made you smirk. He gripped your face more tightly and you eagerly parted your lips for him. He groaned quietly as your tongues met, one of his hands slowly fell to your waist, and he dug his fingers into your hip.

When you two parted for air, you shared a knowing look. You both knew you didn't have a lot of time so you might as well make the most of it. Suddenly, you reached down and fumbled with his button and zipper until they are both undone, tugging them down to his ankles, and you could hear his breath coming in shaky little gasps when you hooked your fingers into the tight band of his underwear, yanking them until they joined his pants, and he uttered a pleased little sound in the back of his throat.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" he teased, chuckling. You met his member at eye-level, and you couldn't help but give him a quick glance, the smirk on his face only urging you on. He leaned his body forward so that it was stretched over your kneeling form, palms pressed firmly against the wall behind your head. His member hadn't been touched but it was heavy with need.

You leaned in, ducking your head to catch the tip of his member on your bottom lip, your breath was hot, and he gritted his teeth against the urge to jerk forward into your mouth without warning. He raised onto his tiptoes, tilting his hips forward to press himself between your lips, and your mouth was so wide, warm and open. He was so thick and you couldn't think about anything else other than how badly you needed him to fill your mouth. You emitted a whine in the back of your throat when the stretch started.

"Just like that, take me," he said, his voice breathless and straining from holding all his body weight on his outstretched arms. You just blinked up at him slowly, eyes gone glassy, and he felt the tension as you forced your jaw wider, hearing the desperate little intakes of air through your flared nostrils.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby," he praised, your eyelashes wet and cheeks hollowed, lips split-red tight around his member. He let out a shaky breath, centering his weight on one hand so he could bring the other to feel out the sharp lines of your jaw.

Your eyelids flutter closed when he brushed his fingers across your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the line of drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes off you and the sounds you made were like music to his ears. His hips stuttered forward a little, leaving you gagging for a second, your eyes flying wide open at that but you took it still.

"Fuck, you like that?" he murmured, you kept a hand on his thigh, keeping him in place. He pressed his hand against your jaw, setting his thumb against his own member and working it into the corner of your mouth, stretching it impossibly wider. His hand, member, and your chin was all covered in spit, and he felt himself get harder from the mere sight of it, staring on the tight pull of your lips, gone blood red like they might split at the seams.

"You're fucking incredible, baby," he breathed, pressing his thumb in further, pulling at the corner of your mouth in a way that had to hurt, but you just breathed through your nose, blinking back a few tears out of your eyes, managing to look smug and pretty even with a member in your mouth.

Someone suddenly whistled through the door, and then there's a fist slamming heavy blows against the door frame. "Seven minutes up, lovebirds!" Hinata called, giggling softly.

He pulled back from the wall, settling back on his feet while you pulled sloppily off his member, wiping at your mouth and eyes with the back of your hand, and you looked at him with a confident smirk.

"I didn't even realize that we were timed for a moment there," he chuckled, "so, was it everything you were hoping for?" he asked, teasing, even while he winced slightly at the feeling of shoving his still-hard member back in his pants.

"I sort of hoped you'd come in my mouth," you said, voice wrecked, shrugging your shoulders loosely, and it startled a laugh out of him.

"Is that right?" he questioned with another laugh. He fixed his pants back up before you both slipped out from the heated closet.

Hinata smirked when you both joined them and returned to your seats. He leaned in to whisper, "What happened in there? He looks like he had a hell of a time," he snickered.

You shook your head, your cheeks flushed with a deep red, "No, what happens in the closet stays in there!" you told him, and he only laughed in response.

The game continued on, but you found yourself not paying attention to anything that was happening because all you could think about how you sucked off Oikawa in that same closet everyone was going into. Obviously he couldn't stop thinking about it either because he was staring at you from across the room, his eyes practically undressing each article of your clothing. You both couldn't keep your eyes off one another.

Suddenly, you stood up and said, "I have to go use the bathroom."

"Okay, hurry back," Hinata winked at you as you made your way out of the room to head for the bathroom. You washed your face with both hands to get rid of the residue of the saliva that trailed down, heaving a soft sigh of relief after you finished. When you opened your eyes, you saw Oikawa standing in the mirror with a smirk.

"Miss me, princess?" he asked, and you whipped your head back to look at him. "You just can't get enough of me huh? Had to sneak off so I could take you here, huh?" he looked around the bathroom before he turned back to you, grinning wide.

"Well we weren't finished," you said, "and I still have to make you come," you told him. You wondered if that alcohol awakened this inner seductive nature in you or if it was just Oikawa’s charm that brought out your wild side, but either way you didn't care to know, you just wanted him to take you.

"That's exactly why I'm here," he chuckled. He started nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied smirk as he moved in close to your body until you could feel the cold porcelain press against your thighs. Shivers rolled down your spine as he pressed closer, a finger trailing between your folds through your panties underneath your dress. He pushed your panties down until they reached your ankles, and then he sank a long finger inside you, growling low in your ear as you moaned. His hand came down on your upper back, leaning over the sink you had been washing your face at. He started stroking your ass with a hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

"You're so nice and wet for me," he purred into your ear, his voice raspy. He leaned his head down to give your throat a gentle nibble that sent a jolt through you, making you gasp. You both watched each other in the mirror, his eyes locking onto yours as he nipped and nibbled along the column of your throat. He chuckled, raising himself off of your body, and slowly removed the finger from you with a long upward drag of your clit.

His hands found your waist and his eyes bored into yours when you kicked aside your panties. You quickly undid his pants again so that they pooled around his ankles.

"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, and you nodded your head fervently. With a wide, proud stance, he thrust into you in a long, smooth motion. The feeling of his thick, ridged member sliding into you, stretching you, was indescribable. His rough hips collided with a loud slap as he bottomed out, pressing his groin harshly into your own to ensure he was as deep as could be.

"Shit," he growled, drawing in a deep breath as he took you. Just as you tried to speak, he began to thrust, slow and steady thrusts. You gasped as you held onto the faucet of the sink, lips falling slack and eyes fluttering. His mandibles rose in an unabashed sign of amusement.

"Oh, Tooru!" you cried out, your head drooping down as you moved your hips backwards into his. His face contorted in a snarl in the mirror, the needle sharp teeth of his reflection glinting at you.

"Now this time, we can come, and we can do it together," he said, leaning over your back to murmur in your ear. He slowly took the side of your throat in his teeth then, flicking his tongue against the soft skin. His slightly muffled, rumbling voice was too much for you, only serving to make you aware of your combined fluids trickling down your upper thighs.

He pulled away then, giving a last teasing lick to your throat. There was a wide smirk on his face as he stared at your dazed face in the mirror. His hands snaked under to circle your nipples, his light pinches making you press yourself into his touch. He slipped them down to your waist and held tight, his thumbs digging into the small of your back.

You moaned when he continued to grind himself into you, his large size kept your g-spot stimulated with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his member echoing his movements deep inside of you. But you needed more.

"Please, keep going," you whined, barely managing to hold yourself up against the sink. It seemed like your body had been consolidated solely into your burning sex; it was the only thing you could feel. A loud rumble was audible from his chest as his thrusts became more demanding.

"Louder," he commanded. His eyes, still watching you intently in the mirror, had long assumed that near completely black color when he was aroused beyond belief. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he panted heavily against your ear.

"Please, Tooru," you begged, not caring if the people outside could hear you, "I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and fast because I want to feel you for the rest of the day."

He cursed under his breath, and he began to thrust in and out of you at a wild pace just as you asked. You sobbed in relief as he gave you what you needed. Him, just him, hard and fast. The sounds of his flesh slapping against your softer flesh was almost as hot as the sounds of his low growls.

He was overwhelming you with pleasure, his hands tightening their grip around your hips as he slammed against you repeatedly. Your body began twitching violently as he fucked you senseless. You came quickly with a loud gasp around him, your flesh rippling frantically from him as he paused to savor the sensations around his length. He purred in satisfaction when you came down from your high, watching the lingering bliss on your face in the mirror.

"You're so tight and wet. You wanted me so badly, didn't you?" he asked, restarting his punishing rhythm.

"Yes," you said, fighting the urge to bite your lower lip, "so badly, Tooru."

His eyes flashed in the mirror and he thrust harder than before, forcing the air out of you as you rose onto the tips of your toes. Your rear was cushioned well by the concave of his hips as you slowly lowered onto the soles of your feet, still moaning low in your throat at the feeling. He resumed his rapid pace, choosing to chase his own climax by the throbbing his member was doing inside of you.

"Good, now do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill you up?" he asked around a pant.

"Yes, yes, I want it," you pleaded softly.

With a couple more thrusts, he sank flush for the final time. He came with a rumbling groan, his hands digging painfully into your waist. His member jerked inside you as his thick fluids spurted into you, and his head was rested upon your shoulder as he took in heavy breaths.

You two stayed like that for a couple of moments until you heard Hinata yelling outside the door, "I know you two are fucking in there! Get out of there, now!" he shouted, his voice playful and giggly.

You both laughed upon hearing that and fixed yourselves back up for the second time. He reached his hand out for you to take and you instantly held it in yours.

"Let's go see what those bozos are up to now," he laughed as you both left the bathroom. You rejoined the circle in the living room, and you didn't care how the rest of the night went because you already had the time of your life, thanks to a certain boy. You had no idea that you'd have so much fun tonight, so you were surely going to thank the friend that disappeared on you for doing you such a huge favor.

Hinata pointed two of his fingers in the direction of you and Oikawa.

"I'm keeping my eye on you slippery lovebirds!" he exclaimed, and you both turned to each other to laugh at that. That was probably a smart decision too, because Oikawa was already giving you a look like he wanted to leave with you, again.

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[starbornsinger]

Favourite Distraction (Gwyn x Azriel One-shot)

Summary: During a training session, the line between friendship and romance becomes more and more blurred for Gwyn and Azriel. Fluff, some steam. Set in the Nepenthe universe.

Word Count: 2.4K

“The chances of you making it out of this alive are slim.”

Well, the blade at Gwyneth’s neck certainly proved that point. The sharp tip pressed into her skin, threatening to slice her open with the slightest flick of a wrist. “If I apply any pressure, I’d go straight through your neck. If you move, I’ll slice your throat.”

Nowhere to go.

Gwyn’s teal eyes scanned the surrounding area wildly, landing on the sword which had skittered a mere foot away. Even with her fingers splayed painfully, the priestess could only graze the hilt of her weapon with her fingertips. There was no way she could grab hold of it, not without risking death.

She gulped. Pinned to the floor on her stomach, the cold steel of the dagger kept her from fighting back, and Gwyn knew she was running out of options. Bargaining was her last resort.

“I—” “Don’t move,” the male repeated harshly, his knee digging into her spine. “My hand might slip.”

Gwyneth was stuck. She had no escape.

“Damn it,” she swore under her breath, and patted her hand on the solid ground. “Alright, you win.”

Azriel withdrew his blade at her tap-out; he was sitting on her back, practically crushing her lungs with the weight of him. Six months ago, she might have panicked at a male being so close— and being trapped by him as well. But Gwyn had made great strides in her journey to healing, and now, the comfort and trust she had formed with Azriel was unbreakable.

“Not bad,” he mused lowly, flicking dust off his shoulder. “But not good enough.”

“Well, when you’ve got a blade to my jugular, defending myself gets a bit tough,” she choked out, as Azriel lounged on her as though she were a bit of furniture. She rubbed her neck, where a small bead of blood had formed, and wiped it off. It smeared on her freckled skin, but didn’t seem to notice. “Are you going to get off of me, spymaster?”

Azriel shrugged. “I’ll think about it,” he replied dryly,but she could hear the grin in his voice. Gwyn scowled, and rolled onto her side, effectively pushing him off of her.

She laid on her back, staring up at the sky as she panted. “Must you make everything so difficult, Shadowsinger?”

“I doubt your opponent would be any easier on you,” he replied, not missing a beat. It made her want to throttle him. “Well then. Thank the Mother my opponent is only you.” The priestess smirked, and Azriel had the nerve to look mock-offended. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” he echoed, with a twinkle in his hazel eyes. Gods, he was handsome, Gwyn thought, sitting up. She drew her knees to her chest, resting her chin atop them. Azriel sheathed Truth-Teller. Gwyn watched silently, chewing on her lip. He stretched his wings momentarily, shaking them out as though it were a sore muscle. He looked so peaceful, Gwyn thought, as the sun shone through his wings. It made the reds and blues dance, and illuminated every vein and curve. The hair that looked raven black most days now looked reddish-brown in the sunset, which cut his features in a most handsome way.

Even sweaty and tired, he still managed to be so damn handsome. Azriel was distracted, thankfully, and so Gwyn could take a moment to take in all his features. She sighed softly. She was falling way, way too hard. But Mother knew she’d die before she admitted it.

Azriel must have assumed she was tired— which in truth, she was— because he glanced in her direction, and announced, “We can stop for today. It’s close to dinner. I’m sure you’re hungry.” He pulled himself to his feet, offering her a hand. The shadowsinger then paused, looking down at his scars with a frown, and began to withdraw. His shadows thickened.

No.

Gwyn’s hand shot out to grab his, gripping it tightly. Azriel blinked, the only indication of his surprise, and hoisted her up alongside him. She dusted herself off, then stood up straight. The two of them stood mere inches from each other, practically chest-to-chest as the Valkyrie looked up at him. “If— if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind another round,” she heard herself saying. Wait, what? The priestess amended quickly, stumbling over her words a bit, “I um, I had a late lunch. With Nesta. So I wouldn’t… I mean, only if you want to. I’m sure you’re tired of training.”

ꕥ

Azriel didn’t want Gwyn to leave. Not really. Nor did his shadows, really. So when she had asked for an overtime lesson, he felt a bit pathetic about how his heart seemed to skip a happy little beat. His shadows were clearly elated; a moment ago, they had been swirling with the blackness of his insecurity, and now? It was like watching an excited puppy pace back and forth. They danced and darted, and it took all of his control to wrangle them away from Gwyn. They shot towards her, curling around her arms and waist in a misty embrace. She let out a laugh, the sound ringing beautifully. Every smile, every giggle: it was all carved into his mind. A brand, a disarming he was glad to accept.

Gwyn’s lips twitched upwards. “Is that a yes, then?”

Azriel scratched the back of his head nervously, looking away from that piercing teal gaze. “I suppose it is,” he replied. The spymaster was a bit surprised at himself, really, surprised to see how relieved he was that she had asked. And Gwyn, it seemed, was relieved as well. She exhaled, letting her shoulders sag a bit, and chuckled. His eyes caught on the bit of exposed skin her white tunic had revealed, admiring the splatter of freckles on her collarbone. Her skin looks so damn soft, he thought, as his shadows once more crept out to caress her skin. They settled on her shoulder, and she tilted her head to rub her cheek against a tendril. She grinned at him, her lips curling back to reveal that bright smile of hers. With this priestess, he swore he had found religion in an entirely new way.

Azriel shook out his hands, then clenched them into fists and got into a fighting stance. He narrowed his eyes, studying her. Where would she strike first? How would she try to trick him? She seemed to be doing the same, because she had a damn smirk on her face that the spymaster couldn’t help but return.

“What?” She laughed, as they circled each other. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because that’s how you’re looking at me!” He replied, with a snicker. Gwyn’s foot pivoted ever so slightly, and he anticipated the punch that was thrown seconds later. Ducking low, Azriel managed to avoid that swift hook of hers, throwing one of his own.

“I am not!” The priestess protested, using her padded forearm to block his hit, then raised her knee and slammed it into him. Azriel let out a loud “oof”, stumbling back a step. He clutched his side, praying she’d take the bait. “Yes, you are,” he said between exaggerated pants. Gwyn did as he’d hoped: she raised her other leg to strike his uninjured side. Faster than lightning, his shadows wrapped around her ankle, suspending it mid-air.

Gwyn’s eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. When the Valkyrie was yanked to the ground, she let out a cry of frustration, slamming her fist on the mat. She propped herself up on her elbows, squinting up at him.

“You know, you make it especially difficult for me to like you sometimes, Spymaster,” she scowled, as Azriel crouched down beside her.

“You and I both know that’s a lie,” he drawled. He couldn’t help but tease her, especially considering that he had beaten her in mere seconds. “I thought you wanted another round.”

“I did,” she replied, then suddenly, her leg swept out and smashed into his. He went toppling backwards, losing his balance and falling on his ass. “We’re not done yet.” Gwyn grabbed hold of his forearms, trying to grapple with him. They were a tangle of limbs and fists, tossing battle strategy out the window for an all-out brawl. It was a rare moment for Azriel, one where he decided that, for once, he’d have a bit of fun.

ꕥ

Gwyn was laughing once more, as they rolled around on the mat like warring toddlers. She wasn’t a small woman by any means, standing only a half foot shorter than he, but she was thin and flexible, which meant trying to grab her was like trying to catch a summer breeze. Grappling with each other alone in the ring, Azriel tried his best to pin down the nymph, but that only seemed to encourage her more. Those tricky fingers of hers now began tickling him, and Azriel’s eyes widened.

For the first time in what felt like ages, he giggled.

The Spymaster of the Night Court was giggling. He was chuckling at first, which evolved into a laugh, which then turned into an eruption of giggles and guffaws. He flailed his arms, trying to push her off. Gwyn was absolutely stunned. She’d never heard such a sound from him; Mother, he barely even reached a dozen decibels. But now? Now his shadows swirled about them, rippling from each laugh that escaped those perfect lips of his.

Gwyn was seeing stars, and it wasn’t because of the approaching twilight.

“Stop— No, not there!” He managed to choke out, grinning like an idiot. Tears came to his eyes as she attacked his abdomen, his underarms, his neck.

“No,” Gwyn shouted back, with a devious smile. “You’re a feared Ilyrian warrior who kills great beasts! Can’t you fight off the Tickle Monster?” But Azriel was too overcome to respond, trying to push her off and retaliate by attacking her sides. The priestess clambered on top of the male, sat atop his hips as she straddled them with her thighs. Finally, she managed to pin his arms to the floor, leaning over him as he gasped for air.

Azriel’s wheezed, letting out a chuckle. Gwyn had him pinned by the wrists, and although he could escape if he tried, he didn’t want to. Because he had realized the position they were now in.

And he liked it.

Gwyn seemed to realize too, because her face turned even redder than her hair. She was straddling him, and she could feel every inch of his body, the soft bulge that pressed in between her legs. The bulge that was slowly hardening as it absorbed the heat of her. The priestess swallowed, his hands still pinned above his head. Azriel made no move to escape, looking up at her like— Like he wanted her.

His hazel eyes, usually dark and brooding, were sparkling like the night, focusing all of his raw emotion on her with an intensity she didn’t think she could handle. There was mischief in his gaze; there was affection.

His lips parted slightly, and he inhaled slowly. Was he smelling her? Oh Mother, could he smell her? Gwyn swore silently, realizing that her own scent had changed from its usual flower sweetness to something smoky, and tangy. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to trap the heat she was feeling down there.

He missed nothing, glancing at her hips and then back up at her face. Gwyn bit down on the inside of her lip. A strand of her hair had fallen from behind her ear, and she tucked it back. With one hand now freed, Azriel lifted it. Hesitantly, he set it on her thigh, scanning her eyes for permission. All she did was offer a barely perceptible nod. He slid it up higher, to the curve of her hip. They had gotten closer, their faces inches apart as her hair curtained their faces. The shadows around them had thickened, wrapping around Gwyn’s waist and neck.

He wanted her badly. There was no denying it. The spymaster had felt desire for Elain, but what he felt for Gwyn was magnetic. She made him laugh, made him smile. She would be the destruction of every wall he had painstakingly built, and gods, he welcomed it. Those teal eyes of hers were foggy, darting up and down his body. The priestess was stunning. He loved every state of her: her robes, the dress she had worn to Nesta’s mating ceremony, how she looked after training. Even when she was a sweaty mess, the afterglow of her rosy cheeks made his heart skip.

His hand trailed that path from her hip to her thigh, as they stared at each other in silence. There was a humming in his head, a euphoric feeling he only got from faerie wine. Gwyn bit her lip, an action that set him aflame, then cupped his cheek. Her thumb traced his cheekbone, running over his lips and parting them.

“You’re beautiful,” she said absentmindedly, and Azriel blinked, a bit taken aback. He let out a soft laugh.

“I’m beautiful? I’m a male, Gwyn.”

“And?” She challenged. “Males can be beautiful.” She lifted her chin, letting out a hum. Her fingers brushed over the cleft in his chin. “They all say you are.”

“Who?” He asked, his voice soft, low.

“Anyone in Prythian with a working pair of eyes. You’re quite popular, you know,” she mused, her voice smooth as silk. Azriel’s shadows toyed with the strands of her hair, brushing them gently.

“Am I popular with you?”

Gwyn was quiet for a moment, and he worried he’d overstepped, withdrawing his hand—

“Yes,” she said quietly, placing her palm over his. He froze. “Your shadows are too. Or rather, I am with them.” She glanced around them, to see the cocoon of night that had formed, contrasting the setting sky. Azriel hummed his agreement. Gwyn paused again.

“You're our favourite,” he quipped quietly, and that seemed to make her blush deepen. Gwyn gulped, looking around as though trying to grapple for something to say.

“So, uh, does this mean I win?” the Priestess stuttered. She motioned to their position, snapping Azriel out of his trance. He blinked in surprise, before his face contorted into a devious grin.

“Not a chance.”

He shoved her off him, and she fell backwards laughing, kicking his chest.

And then the fighting started all over again.

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

all night

Pairings - Loki x Reader x Bucky

Word Count - 1824

Warnings - MFM threesome, exhibitionism, oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, basically PWP

A/N - It's been a whole month since I started to post fics, there's a whole Discord Family to thank for their support and advice. I especially want to thank @buckyownsmylife for beta reading and helping me almost everyday @bestofbucky for doing the same. This is totally self serving and is literally PWP but I have zero shame. Thanks to @angrythingstarlight for the gif!

Sitting in the common room with the rest of the team while the movie plays you feel easily distracted, you can’t quite put your finger on it but something feels off. You’re just grabbing your popcorn when you see it, the flash of lightning outside, announcing Thor’s entrance, closely followed by the more discreet green flash at the end of the corridor.

Getting up, you walk to the kitchen, smiling at your friends and grabbing a drink to ease your nerves. You didn’t want to do anything with Loki tonight but he knows you? too well and he always manages to talk you into bed.

Thor picks you up in a bone crushing hug a moment later, telling you how much he missed you and almost begging you to make the hot chocolate that he loves so much. You stand talking at the counter for 15 mins while he drinks, catching up and just enjoying talking to him when you feel a cool but pleasant feeling rubbing around your clit.

Standing up straight and adjusting yourself subtly, the feeling reduces but never fully goes away. You go back to talking about Thor’s latest adventure and the feeling comes back, this time stronger and more distracting. Excusing yourself, you go to find the man you absolutely know is responsible, you sit down next to him, raising your eyebrow and moaning softly when he uses his magic once again, only this time making you feel full and needy for him. Groaning at the smirk on his face you grab his arm and ask him to stop before it gets too good and your friends all get to witness something they really shouldn’t.

“Are you sure you really want me to stop, little one?” He whispers in your ear, licking around the shell and using his magic to make your whole body feel tingly. You look across the room and your eyes land on him, the reason you don’t want things to go as they usually do when the brothers visit. You know he’s watching you too, out of the corner of his eye, you can see his jaw clench and his fists tighten as he tries to remain calm.

The two of you had been trying to organise a date for the last two weeks but life just kept happening and this was the first night off either of you had in a long time. Not wanting your friends to know about it until there was something to know, you both decided to wait until people were more distracted.

Following your gaze across the room, Loki realises what’s going on and chuckles low in your ear. “So you’re interested in soldiers now, is that right, little one?”. You look up at him flushed with embarrassment and nod your head, he smiles and suddenly stops what he’s doing, a whine slipping out of your mouth at the sudden loss of feeling. He grabs some popcorn, eating a few pieces before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and whispers, “He’s listening to us right now, aren’t you, Sergeant Barnes?” Surprisingly you see a small nod from him and slap Loki’s chest when you feel a chuckle vibrate through him.

“How about we put on a little show for the Sergeant? Show him what he’s missing out by wasting time and not having you in his bed right now.” You look over at Bucky, then at Loki and a devious smirk crosses your face. You nod ever so slightly, a movement he picks up on easily, and with a little flick of his wrist you start to feel good again.

Warmth floods your whole body, setting you on fire, all of your nerves seem to be stimulated at once. Remembering where you are, you grip the armrest with one hand, squeezing it and regulating your breathing so you don’t moan out loud. You forget that you’re playing with the god of mischief, a fact that you’re reminded of when he watches you taking your deep slow breaths and he adds that feeling of fullness back again.

You squeak out a little moan and look around to see if anyone has noticed but your eyes, as they always do, land on Bucky. He’s still watching you out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip and clenching his fist. You feel a sense of pride wash over you thinking you could have this effect on him but it doesn’t last long.

Loki doesn’t much like you being distracted and before you can object you’re laying down on your bed, hands tied to the headboard and the god standing at the foot of the bed watching you. “Loki what are you doing?” he holds a finger in the air, silently asking you to wait. Watching him closely you’re about to protest when you hear your door swing open, you watch as Bucky walks round the corner, looking at the scene in front of him and taking a seat in the corner of the room.

“Please continue,” he motions to Loki, raising his eyebrow and challenging you both to stop. You grip the headboard as best you can while your wrists are bound and moan out as he continues to use his magic on you, closing your eyes and arching your back into the feeling, you can feel your underwear sticking to you as your juices soak into them. He brings you to the edge in a matter of moments, your throat sore from the moaning, you whine when he stops and look up at him.

“Loki, please,” you beg, but he's barely paying you any attention. Instead his eyes are on the soldier sitting in the corner, currently fighting against the tightness in his sweatpants as he watches you. Loki rolls his eyes then grins as one of his clones stands behind him, gripping his shoulders and whispering in his ear. You have no idea what's happening but you feel the familiar tingle start to build up again, chanting his name as you writhe on the bed, you turn to look at Bucky and are shocked to see him with his head thrown back, hands in his hair moaning out.

Your orgasm rushes through you and you scream out for Loki, hearing Bucky doing the same, your hands are suddenly freed and you feel almost boneless. You catch your breath as you sit up and motion both men to join you on the bed. Bucky almost looks shy as he walks over slowly and lays down next to you. “I didn’t even have to take your clothes away and look at you both, already so satisfied. The night is just beginning though, my little pets.” Leaning forward, he grips Bucky's hair at the roots and pulls him close, kissing him firmly and pushing his tongue in while you watch. “We are going to have so much fun tonight, little ones,” he says, using his magic to remove everyone’s clothes in a flash, both men turn to look at you and each lean down, kissing your neck and collarbone, their hands exploring your body as they settle in beside you.

You close your eyes and just relax, letting the two of them explore their way down your body. Suddenly, you feel Loki get off the bed, opening your eyes you pout at him when he sits in the seat previously occupied by the man currently easing his way between your legs. “Let me watch, just imagine i’m not here.” You almost go to protest but you feel two metal fingers work into you and you turn to the smiling man looking at you, his eyes almost a different colour as he stares up at you, curling his fingers just right, a twinkle in his eyes as your thighs tremble around him.

“Focus on me, doll.” You can’t take your eyes away from him as he dips his head down, gently licking your clit while continuing to push his fingers in and out. Laying back, you pinch and pull on your nipples when you feel your hands being pulled up and above your head. Looking over at Loki, he smirks and shakes his head, raising his eyebrow as if daring you to complain. Smiling at him, you’re used to how controlling he can be in the bedroom, you lay your head back down but squeak out in surprise a moment later when Bucky nips at your thigh. “I asked you to focus on me.” He smirks up at you when you clench at his firm tone.

Pulling his fingers out and sitting back, watching you squirm for him, he sucks them one by one. “Mmm delicious doll, tell me what you want.” You try to speak but your words won’t come out, both of you look over at Loki and he just shrugs before shushing you, gloating at your frustration before releasing your wrists and standing up, stalking over to you both and standing on the edge of the bed, he tilts your chin up and looks in your eyes.

“How about you show the Sergeant how good you are with this pretty little mouth while I have some fun of my own.” He leans down, kissing you and biting your bottom lip before you get on all fours, crawling into position in front of Bucky.

You smile up at him before licking his precum, moaning as you feel Loki pushing into you from behind. Between Loki thrusting forward and Bucky pushing deeper into your mouth, you’ve never felt fuller, focusing on breathing and not choking, you get distracted bythe noise you can hear above you. Trying to look up as best you can, you get a glimpse of the two men kissing before Loki holds your head in place, you focus on the cock in your mouth, clenching when you hear one of them moaning. “Oh, did you like that, little one?” Loki leans down and strokes your face gently. “You like the idea of us together?”.

Noddingas well as you can, he kisses your cheek before standing back up, gripping your hips and pounding into you. Every thrust pushes your head further down on Bucky’s member until your nose is touching his pelvis, drool running down your chin, you feel him spill down your throat with a loud moan before pulling back. You suck in a deep breath and moan out as the magic silencing you is lifted, it doesn’t take much longer before you cum hard, gripping the blanket beneath you and almost screaming at the sensation.

Laying down on the bed to calm yourself, Loki leans over the top of you, kissing you and almost certainly tasting Bucky on your tongue. Laying down next to you both, he passes out bottles of water and relaxes for a moment, taking a drink before turning on his side to face you. “Drink up doll, you’re going to need your energy”.

Part 2 - all day is here

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Ch. 23 of 27: Promises

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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A/N: I’m back! Most of my exams are done and I’m finally back with a new chapter. Before you read it, I recommend rereading Chapter 22. It’ll be easier to understand this chapter. Short reminder: in the german version of the books, “Narcissa” is spelled “Narzissa”. So please don’t be confused about the spelling. Have fun! <3

CHAPTER 22

Words: 3.4k Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader, post war Warnings: angst, smut

He appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

For days, you had avoided him. Sat as far away as possible from him in class, stayed close to Ginny and Hermione, didn’t give him a chance to even approach you. And now, way past curfew you met him on a random hallway near the library.

The sight of him made your heart jump. His eyes widened. The two of you stood in front of each other, quietly waiting for the other to make a move. You took all of him in and tried your best not to wince when you realized how sickly he looked. It was your fault.

Draco spoke first. “What are you doing here?” His voice was strained.

You hadn’t heard his voice in what felt like weeks and you took a moment to process it. “Owlery,” you said finally. “I was on my way to the Owlery. I need to send a letter to my parents.”

He nodded. “I heard what happened. I’m sorry.”

You looked down. It was strangely comforting to hear it. “I know.” You wanted to say more but no words came to mind. None that would fit your current situation anyways. “I should leave,” you mumbled and straightened your back. When you walked past him, you smelt a whiff of his cologne and held your breath. You didn’t dare to look at him and resumed your way towards the Owlery.

“We need to talk.”

He had raised his voice and the words echoed in the dark hallway. You hesitated. “Draco …” Then you shook your head. “No.”

“Y/N, you owe me.” You heard his footsteps. “You owe me an explanation.”

It was then that you finally turned around. “I gave you one.”

Draco scoffed. “You gave me shit.”

“I gave you what you deserve,” you shot back. Each word struggled to come out. Lies, so many lies. “I told you, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you. We took this too far.”

You didn’t look him in the eyes but there was no reason to. The pain in his voice showed you that the words had their desired effect: “I still don’t believe you.”

“That’s not my problem,” you said. All the exhaustion from the past week suddenly rushed back and you felt your eyes beginning to burn. You wiped over your face, trying to keep your composure. “Draco,” you began and then you noticed something in his hand. An all too familiar bottle. Ginny had the same one on her nightstand. “What –”

Draco smiled bitterly and held up the sleeping medicine. “Thanks to you.”

“Screw you, Malfoy.” You turned around and left.

 “You have to eat something,” Ginny gently touched your shoulder and you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulder. She sighed but her hand stayed on your skin, warmth radiating from it. “Please, you have barely –”

“I’m not hungry.” You cleared your throat. It felt so raspy. Speaking hurt.

“Come on, Y/N,” Ginny tried again. “It’s still early. If we leave now, no one will even see us. You don’t even have to get dressed. You can go in your pajamas.” You heard the smile in her voice. “How much fun would that be.”

A smile tugged on your lips but you couldn’t bring yourself to move a muscle. You were tired. So tired.

 “Oh, so we’re using last names again?” Draco followed you down the hallway with long strides. “Fine, Y/L/N.”

Your face burned, not with anger but with shame. His nightmares had returned and it was all your fault. The rational part of your brain told you that you weren’t responsible for his suffering. The break up was merely one tiny puzzle piece, one tiny thing that added up to all the drama and hurt in his life, but still it could have been avoided. The pure knowledge of that drowned out that part of your brain. And what was even worse – you couldn’t change it now. Couldn’t help him. Not now. Not ever.

“What do you want from me?”, the coldness in your voice frightened yourself.

“What I want from you?”, Draco sneered behind you. “I want you to stop lying!”

 Astoria was gorgeous. You had noticed it before but now you saw her in an entirely different light. When bitter words spilled out of you, a desperate attempt to cut through her skin and into her heart, her expression changed but her beauty stayed.

Their wedding photos will be on the front page of The Daily Prophet, you realized and the thought flipped your stomach. She’ll look perfect and happy and he … will he smile?

 You whirled around and nearly bumped into him. “When will you get this into your head, Malfoy? I’m not lying to you!” Every word was accompanied by a tap of your finger against his chest. Draco caught your wrist and held it still. It was unexpected and his tight grip hurt. You let out a sharp hiss.

“Merlin, when will you ever stop this charade?” Draco stared at you. The disgust in his eyes send shivers down his spine. You had seen this look before on him but it had never been directed at you. “All you ever do is lie! You lie to your parents, your friends, everyone who you say means something to you receives nothing from you except lies and deceptions. It seems to be the only thing you’re truly good at, the only thing that –”

“Shut up!”, you shrieked. You tried to pull away from him but he held tightly on to your wrist.

 You read the letter over and over and over until you memorized every last word of it. Your fathers handwriting was shaky, stretched letters, barely readable as if he wrote them in a hurry. Lines were smeared, dots missing, such a strange contrast to the neatly put-together man.

They found Alissa. Your sister. She was alive and well, hiding out in Southern Germany with two other Death Eaters that fled the country after the Battle of Hogwarts. They changed their appearances and names and got low-paying jobs in local muggle stores. You almost snorted when you read it. Your sister, the same one who believed muggles should be enslaved, now served them? Oh, what bitter irony this life kept in store for us.

Two days after the letter reached you, her face appeared on The Daily Prophet. You let out a sharp breath. It’s been years since you had last seen her face and time had not been treating her kindly. Sunken cheeks and hair that hung down in greasy strands – your hands started to shake. There was barely any resemblance between the woman that stared at you with blank eyes and the sister you grew up with.

“LAST DEATH EATERS FINALLY FOUND”, the headline said. You skimmed over the words but folded the newspaper and put it away once they got to a gruesome retelling of the Cleansing of Edinburgh.

Narzissa had kept her promise and you hated her for it.

You felt the stares of your classmates burning holes into your cloak and Hermione reached for your hand to squeeze it tightly. When you looked up however, your eyes were drawn to him.

He looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You wondered if he knew. If he had figured it out.

 Tears burned in your eyes. He’s right, you thought, he’s right about all of it. Draco abruptly turned his head; a clanking sound was heard at the end of the hallway. You barely noticed it.

“I have to stay away from you,” you whispered and he looked back at you. “Why can’t I stay away from you?” Your voice broke.

“You know why,” Draco replied. “It’s why my nightmares returned too.”

“Draco …” His name rolling from your tongue – it felt so right.

“We need one another.” He came closer. “We … whatever it was that we had, it worked.”

You let out a shuddering breath. “It didn’t.”

His gaze hardened again. “Stop fucking lying,” he hissed and suddenly, he let go of your hand and pressed you up against the wall. You yelped.

“Stop forcing something that isn’t there.” He was close, so damn close. “You have a wild imagination, Malfoy.”

He scoffed. “Look at me and say this again.” He grabbed you by your chin and forced you to look at him. “I said, look at me,” he growled. “Tell me it was all in my imagination. Every word, every touch, every confession late at night,” he glared at you. “Tell me, it meant nothing. Tell me, you didn’t feel it. Tell me, you don’t still dream of me. That you don’t long for my hands on your body, for the way my lips made you scream my name.”

His face was only inches away from yours. His smell was intoxicating; you could barely concentrate. The touch of his hand burned through your clothes. Naturally, instinctively, your hips rolled against his. His eyes glistened at the movement. “Look me in the eyes and tell me, it was all part of my imagination.”

You stared at him and with every passing second, you drowned in the grey of his eyes, drowned in the storm of them. “I hate you.” 

When your lips met, lightning struck.

“What are you reading?”

Theo and Blaise dropped down onto the grass and startled you.

“Potions,” you replied and Blaise raised his eyebrows at your obvious lie. You had made no attempt to hide the letter that laid on top of your potions textbook. Suddenly, you tensed up, remembering the last time when the boys came to look for you. “Is everything okay with him?”

“With whom?”, Blaise asked.

“Draco, idiot.” Theo rolled his eyes. “He’s … fine,” he then said.

“More or less,” Blaise mumbled and the two of you glared at him.

“We came to give you this.” Theo stretched out his arm, holding a piece of paper. You took it. An unfamiliar name and address was written in Theo’s sloppy handwriting. You looked at him, visibly confused.

“She can help you with your sister,” Theo said. You blinked.

“The trial,” Blaise explained. “My mother knows her and she helped in quite a few Death Eater trials so far.”

You read the name again, wondering how you had never heard of that woman. “Death Eaters belong in Azkaban,” you finally stated. “My sister is no exception.” The words burned in your throat.

The boys sighed. “A lifetime in Azkaban will not help her. People like your sister need a chance of rehabilitation,” Theo said.

“Do they?”, you asked with furrowed brows.

“After a considerable amount of time spent in Azkaban,” Blaise added. “Don’t get us wrong, she needs to be punished. Obviously. But prison alone will not help her change her world views. 

For the first time, you realized how little you knew about the two Slytherins. You had heard of Blaise’s mother, a woman who was famous for her many marriages. And you remembered the day, Theo’s father escaped Azkaban. But you knew nothing beyond that. You wondered how much pain and heartbreak these two young men carried inside their hearts.

It felt right.

He felt right. His lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth, his hands grabbing you roughly. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. Nothing loving or calm. You felt his desperation in the way his hands teared at your blouse, felt his pain when he guided you to the nearest door in the hallway.

It was an unlocked classroom and the two of you didn’t break the kiss when you stumbled inside of it. He closed the door with his foot before lifting you up on a table. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. His lips traveled down to your neck and you threw your head back as he began to suck on the skin. A whimper escaped you when his teeth scraped against your skin.

Draco’s hands moved quickly. As if he had whispered a spell, the buttons on your blouse sprung open. You moaned softly when his hands explored your body like he’d do so for the first time. Flashbacks from your first night flooded your mind and for a moment, you were back in the hotel room. The memories mixed together with your current reality and you could no longer differentiate between the two. You whimpered at the way, Draco caressed you, pulled you into hungry kisses and when his fingers sunk inside of you, you almost screamed.

Draco knew by now which buttons to press to turn you into a whimpering, begging mess. You held on to him, your fingers clawing in his back, knowing you’d leave him with red streaks all over it. He pumped into you, while whispering in your ear. His thumb flickered over your clit and your breath grew more and more erratic.

An ache had begun to form in your stomach, growing stronger and stronger, and you begged for him not to stop. He chuckled and his hot breath against your cheek combined, made you moan his name.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come for me, I want to hear you scream my name.”

You obeyed him.

You watched him during Potions. He sat next to Theo and the two boys worked quietly on their assignment. Draco’s fingers moved with precision and ease, cutting the ingredients, mixing them in. From time to time, he read over the instructions, his brows furrowing slightly. He showed no sign of uncertainty and when Slughorn walked past him, the professor nodded contently.

The scene reminded you of the beginning of this school year when you had to work together for the first time. After he rescued you from Ron’s insults. “I don’t ever need you to come to my rescue,” you had snarled at him and Draco’s response was to flirt with you during class. How confused you had been during those weeks. How utterly irritated when you had to admit to yourself that Draco Malfoy was not the one dimensional asshole you had always wanted him to be. Oh, how you wanted to go back in time to this exact moment.

“You’re staring at him again,” Hermione said.

Your eyes dropped down to the cauldron again as you kept stirring it. You felt the worried look of your friend but were too exhausted to say something back to her.

A few minutes later, you looked up again. Draco had stopped working. His hands still held a knife. A root remained untouched on the table. When your eyes met, his flickered with pain. You held your breath. What would happen if you just went over to him? Then Theo touched his arm and Draco turned to him, breaking the moment.

Draco didn’t give you a chance to calm down and catch your breath. You still rode out the last waves of your orgasm when you felt him pressed against your folds, hard and dripping. He pulled you into a hard kiss and entered you in one swift movement, stretching you in an almost painful way.

“Fuck,” he groaned and you bit down his lip. You moaned when he began to move, equally rough and desperate to the way he kissed you before.

“I love you,” you heard him mumble. “I love you so fucking much, I hate you for making me feel this way.” He thrusted into you relentlessly. You arched your back and his hands gripped you so tightly, you were scared it’d leave bruises in the morning.

You mumbled something against his lips but didn’t know whether it was a curse or a confession, all you felt was the way he pounded into you. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the sensation in your stomach growing stronger and stronger. Draco grabbed you by the neck and your eyes fluttered open. When they met his, you moaned at the lust in them and they darkened. Your legs started shaking; he knew you were close.

“You want to come again?”, he groaned.

“Yes, please,” you replied and he smirked; a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. Gods, how you had missed this expression on his face. You knew that in the years to come, you’d dream of the sight of him – like this, sweaty and wanting and desperate for your walls to clench around his cock.

“Then come for me,” he hissed. You let go and pleasure followed immediately. It washed over you and you were certain you blacked out there for a second. Your legs started shaking uncontrollably and you came with his name on your lips.

Draco followed shortly after. His hips stuttered and with a silent curse, he released himself inside of you.

 ***

It was quiet. Draco had his hands behind his head as you rested your head on his chest. Your cloaks protected the two of you against the coldness radiating from the stones. His eyes were open, his mind restless.

Your fingers traced over his side and he shuddered at the soft touch. “I’m sorry,” you said, disturbing the peace. “I’m sorry, I can’t give you the answers you deserve.”

Draco swallowed. A few days ago, you had shattered his heart in the blink of an eye. But now, the fleeting touch of your fingertips mended it back together. Deep down, he sensed that it was only a temporary fix however. A tiny bandage on an open wound that would never stop bleeding – but he’d bleed out willingly if it meant he could hold you in his arms a little while longer.

“I would burn down the world for you,” Draco whispered. “I would hunt down whoever hurt you, if you’d only allow me. You hold my heart in your hands.”

You raised your head. A single tear rolled down your cheek and Draco reached to wipe it away. “I love you.”

Draco let out a shuddering breath. He had imagined a thousand different scenarios in which you confessed to him. In none of them did they feel like a dagger plunged in your heart.

“What I said that night was a lie.”

“I know.” He smiled sadly. “Allow me to love you back. Please.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I can’t.”

Draco sighed in frustration and stared back at the ceiling.

“Promise me to let this go.”

He scoffed. “I can’t let go of you.”

“Yes.” You sat up next to him. “Yes, you can. You must. Promise me.”

He looked at you. Merlin, how beautiful you were.

“If you truly love me, you will promise me and you will honor your promise.”

“You’re unfair,” he said softly.

“Slytherin blood runs through me.”

Draco chuckled. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. “Draco, please.”

He promised.

 ***

Draco stared at the ring in his hands. A golden band with an emerald, encircled by diamonds. A stunning, timeless piece that belonged to his grandmother and would look beautiful on Astoria’s petite fingers.

His eyes flickered to the nightstand. The bag of candy from the weekend in Hogsmeade was almost empty. Two pieces remained. He didn’t touch them, couldn’t bring himself to eat them. When he did, there would be nothing left of you. There would be no physical reminder that you ever shared a part of his life. No photos of the two of you together, no notes, no forgotten T-Shirt or hair pins in his dorm. You had come into and vanished from his life without a single trace.

Draco gritted his teeth when the familiar emptiness began to rise inside of him. He looked back at the ring. It’d suit you. Green was your colour, Draco was sure of it. The time you wore his scarf proved it.

“It’s not too late yet.” Theo sat on his bed, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched his friend. “You don’t have to do this. Contrary to your belief, you do have a choice.”

Draco closed his eyes. For a split second, he saw you and him, in the manor, laughing about something his mother had said. He saw you, barely covered by satin sheets, the morning sun hitting your face. He saw vacations, candlelight dinners, celebrations, your favorite flowers on the kitchen table, a shared closet, candy from Honeydukes. He saw happiness.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at Theo. “You know where Astoria is?”

***

CHAPTER 24

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[marvelatthetwilight]

Tell me your secret

Part one: The Secret

Part two: The Secret’s Out

Part three: Secrets and Lies

Part four: Sick of Secrets

Part five: The Last Secret

“Carlisle, you need to see this.” Edward calls out of the door.

Carlisle appears and glances between the three of you, his eyes settling on you, holding a blood bag in your hand, the others scattered on the floor, your face covered in blood.

“How are you feeling Y/N?” His eyes softening as he can sense some pain in you.

“I feel fine. Demetri however...” you trail off and look up at Demetri, who is still rubbing his hand.

“Carlisle, Y/N appears to have a power.” He walks towards you, holding out his hand. “Y/N do you think you could do it again?”

You focus on his hand and reach out your own towards him, but when they touch, nothing happens.

Edward and Demetri exchange looks, both frowning.

“I think she may need some motivation. Edward, I need you to attack me.” Demetri states, a smirk pulling at his lips, and you begin to panic. At what would be lightning speed if you were human, Edward moves towards Demetri, but you rush out of the bed towards him, faster than him in your newborn state. Before you know it your hand is on Edward’s arm and then he is on the floor.

“Fascinating.” Carlisle laughs as he claps your victory.

Edward huffs as he pulls himself up off the floor. “For you maybe. It’s not quite so fascinating when it happens to you.”

“It’s like Kate’s gift?” Carlisle asks, referring to one of their Denali cousins who can radiate electricity around her body, giving an electric shock with her touch.

“Not quite, but similar. It’s a much sharper feeling, like a bolt of lightning flashing through you.” Edward replies, having felt both gifts now first hand. The two of them then begin discussing your gift and how they can help you control it, as you wonder about this Kate, intrigued that they know someone who can possibly help you with this strange power.

Demetri appears by your side, pulling you toward him, taking in your scent. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” He whispers, and a small shiver runs down your spine. His voice and his scent are more intoxicating to you now, and the mere thought of Demetri standing this close to you warms your body.

“But I don’t smell like me anymore surely?” You ask, worried that just as your feelings have intensified, that Demetri’s will have faded now you are no longer human.

“You smell better.” He reassures you, and you frown. He turns you so you are facing him, and he cups your face with one hand. “We are mated, soul mates, yes?” You nod. “As a human, I was drawn to your scent as you are to mine, but also to your blood, which often made our...closeness more difficult. Now, I am still drawn to your scent, but I can your scent is like...an antidote, to anything and everything. Does that make sense my love?”

You reach up to hook your arms around his neck and give him a soft kiss on his lips. “It makes perfect sense. Also helps me understand what I’m feeling right now. Being this close to you, I feel so calm, my throat doesn’t burn as much.” Demetri smiles at this. “It’s our bond my darling, we will have that effect on each other.”

He pulls you into a hug and you rest your head on his chest, before looking over to where Edward and Carlisle are standing, the latter now on the phone.

“Thank you for your help Eleazar, we will see you soon.” Carlisle says as he hangs up the phone and turns to face you all.

“Eleazar and Kate are coming to see us, to help Y/N N work out her gift. I’m going to let Esme know, we will go and hunt before they arrive. Edward, Demetri, do you think you can help Y/N hunt, she will need all her strength to practise her power.” Carlisle asks as he turns to Edward, who nods.

“Hunt? You mean like animals?” A worried look as formed on your face as you realise what you need to do.

Demetri scrunches his face in disgust. “I believe so my love, but it is up to you. Whatever you wish to do, I will do too.”

You think carefully. Whilst the thought of human blood as you salivating at the mouth, the thought of killing someone makes your stomach tie up in knots. Animal blood sounds disgusting, but killing an animal versus killing a human sounds far more palatable.

“Demetri, let’s go hunt some animals” Demetri visibly grimaces at this, but quickly changes his expression to a smile and gestures for you to lead the way.

“I am so impressed with your hunting skills today my love.” Demetri states as you return through the Cullen front door. He puts an arm around your waist and gives you a quick squeeze.

“Mountain lions aren’t as fast as I thought they would be. I’m sorry you weren’t able to catch much Demetri, you must be starving.” You look up at him, a glint of teasing in your voice, waiting for him to take the bait. He laughs, knowing exactly what you are trying to achieve, but the competitor in him won’t let it go.

“I just don’t understand. I’m one of the best hunters in Volterra and THE best tracker in the world. How can I not hunt a deer.” He throws his arms to his side and his frustration is evident on his face.

“You could’ve shared my elk, there was plenty to spare.” You take his hand and smile sweetly.

“Hmmph. Yes well, I wanted something of my own.”

Your conversation is cut short by Carlisle.

“Eleazar and Kate are nearly here, should we go outside to practise?” He motions for you to follow him back out the front door.

“Carlisle dear friend, it’s nice to see you when your life is not in imminent danger.” Eleazar greets his friend with open arms and they laugh together.

“Eleazar, Kate, it’s so wonderful to see you both again. Thank you for coming to help Y/N. Y/N...” Carlisle holds his arm out to you and you make your way to his side, suddenly anxious.

“Y/N this is Eleazar and Kate, both dear friends to our coven, cousins if you will from Denali.” You smile at the dark haired man you now know to be Eleazar, you vaguely recognise him from the meeting with the Volturi, although there were so many visitors in those weeks that the faces became blurry. However, Kate you remember. You remember the pain on her face at seeing her sister destroyed, her screams of pain and anguish etched in your mind.

“It’s so nice to meet you both.” You nod at both of them, and Eleazar holds out a hand in greeting. You offer him your hand and he clasps it with both his hands, looking deeply into your eyes. “You are very powerful Y/N, I can feel the energy running through your hands.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh” is the only sound you can form.

“What do you mean by very powerful?” Demetri asks.

“Allow Kate to demonstrate.” Eleazar gestures for Kate to step forward, and she holds her hand out to Demetri. He hesitantly reaches out to touch her hand.

“Arghhh” he screams and falls to the floor.

A growl slips through your lips and suddenly a crackling noise leaves your fingers, then Kate is also on the floor groaning.

“Did you know that was going to happen?” Kate growls at Eleazar.

“I had my suspicions. Like I said VERY powerful.”

“What happened?” You ask them both.

“Y/N, Kate’s power is limited to someone touching her. It started in her hands, and then she worked hard to have it be her whole body if needed.” Eleazar explains.

You nod, now remembering the meeting with the Volturi and how Kate’s power affected Garrett when he tried to hold her back.

“However...” Eleazar continues, “your power is not limited to touch. You are able to inflict this from a distance. As demonstrated by that.” He gestures to Kate who is massaging at her temples trying to dissipate the pain in her head before standing up.

“What we need to work on is being able to use this power without your mate being injured as an incentive.” Carlisle suggests, looking to Eleazar.

“I second that!” Demetri announces from beside you, laughing.

“Sorry” you apologise as you look up and him, he shakes his head and places a kiss to your head.

Eleazar nods. “I would also be interested to see what sort of distance her powers work from.”

You all put together a plan, the training beginning immediately. Demetri joins in, having trained hundreds of new guards in Volterra in basic fighting skills, and feeling anxious that your gift will make you a target.

Whilst you are practising your gift on Emmett with the help of Kate, Demetri pulls Carlisle to the side.

“We have to keep this from the Volturi. They CANNOT find out about her gift. Aro will stop at nothing to have her.” Demetri whispers.

Carlisle nods. “I know. I had the same thought. I have asked Alice to watch the Volturi carefully, so if they find out, we will know.”

After a week of training Emmett begins to grow tired of always losing to your power, deciding to go hunt with Rosalie and rest, so Jasper volunteers to help.

You’ve moved the training to a field, and begin with Jasper standing a few feet in front of you.

“Come and get me newborn”

Jasper winces in pain but doesn’t drop to the floor like you were expecting. You frown and try again, but he takes a few steps back.

“Try again Y/N” Eleazar prompts. “Think about what we said, visualise it.”

You take a deep but unnecessary breath and focus on your fingers, you imagine the power, your power sparking out of them towards Jasper. Then you focus on Jasper, his eyes hardened, goading you to attack him. He drops on the floor to his knees, wincing in pain, but not writhing in pain like he would if you touched him or if you had thought Demetri was in danger.

“I can’t do it.” You huff, arms dropping to your sides.

Demetri rushes to stand in front of you, he holds a hand on side of you holding onto your arms and gently shakes you. “You. Can. Do. Anything” he stares into your eyes, willing you to see yourself the way that he sees you. “I love you Y/N, I believe in you” then he kisses you quickly “show him what you can do” he whispers as he moves out of your way.

This time Jasper increases the distance even further, now standing a few hundred yards away.

You fix him with your glare, and again think of the power leaving your fingers, sparks reaching across the clearing to Jasper. I love you rings out in your head and you force your hands forward, willing your power to reach the distance. Almost immediately Jasper is on the floor, his body twitching from the electrical jolts circulating through his body. You bring your hands back and let them hang by your side, and after a couple of minutes Jasper slowly returns to a standing position, clearly exhausted.

“Wow” he mutters.

“She is pretty wow isn’t she?” Demetri smirks as he returns to your side. “Told you” he whispers.

On their last day Eleazar calls the whole Cullen house to the clearing for a final demonstration of what you have learnt.

“Jasper has given us some pretty high expectations considering the state he returned home in. If he could sleep I think he would have been comatose for days” Rosalie announces, giving you a small thumbs up of support.

“Who would like to be a volunteer?” Kate asks the crowd gathered before them.

“Why don’t we do a real test? Three of us?” Jasper suggests.

You visibly gulp at the idea, but Eleazar nods, clapping his hands together. “Excellent idea!”

You are forward and look out at the vampires standing a few hundred yards in front of you; Edward, Emmett and Jasper.

Closing your eyes to focus, your fingers dance in anticipation, small sparks flutter between them until you open your eyes, darting between the three figures. Taking one final, deep breath, you reach your hands forward. Emmett and Edward look cocky, neither of them expecting you to be able to target the three of them at once, Jasper looks anxious, the pain from your previous encounter coming back to him.

The three of them drop to their knees simultaneously, Jasper falling to his side twitching, Edward’s face twitching in pain before falling backwards, then Emmett, falling forward flat on his face.

The sound of cheering from behind you brings you out of your trance and you do a small bow before you are enveloped into a Demetri hug.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispers in your ear before kissing you deeply.

The vampire group are so focused on their friend and her gift that they do not notice the stranger in the shadows. The stranger who recognised the figures before him. The missing Volturi tracker, the mind reader and the one who can see the future. Even better than all of those though, the newborn with the extraordinarily powerful gift.

Aro will love her. He thinks to himself before rushing away through the trees, his gift hiding him on his journey until he reaches the doors of Volterra.

“Tell me your secret” Aro demands, holding his hand out to the stranger who claims to bring valuable information.

He holds the stranger’s hand in his own and his eyes widen in glee as he sifts through his thoughts.

“Brothers, we are going on a trip”.

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