#justice for the prefects

[deafeningwizardsquare]

Small fixing nb

I miss Felix and his attitude. Like having more dignity than the 90% of the cast.

[lilbeangrr]

i dont even know what to put here

[one-hell-of-otaku-is-here]

I do feel many people may be a bit disappointed with new opening and ending for Black Butler public school arc but I am still here hoping to see those visuals and full versions of songs to help me like them

(Ngl I do kind of like SID's. I hoped they'd make opening instead of ending but for what we got in trailer I am still happy they did at least one for ending)

Either way let's not forget this is technically very "school" arc so ofc theme songs won't be Malice Mizer-like as for any other arcs for Black Butler. (I'd still argue that this arc is very dark academia since when you know you know and maybe that's why I felt a bit disappointed mostly with opening but that’s probably why I do hope that full version and op visual can make me like it)

[nem0-nee]

YO YO YO WHATS UP FELLOW GAMER >:)

I just wanted to ask Stephanie what thinks of my ramshackle prefect ellis :D

I honestly feel like they would be besties but that’s just me :)

AYO WASSUP!! First of all, oml I'm sorry this took AGES, I was busy with some school and real life stuff (TT)

Stephanie on Ellis

Ellis is no exception from Stephanie's toomfoolery with the bestie hunt. My take is that Stephanie really wanted to befriend her because of how much keychains she has. As a keychain/merch connoisseur herself, she'd love to know what Ellis has!

Hdoshs yes this is exactly why this took me centuries to answer this

Anyway, Stephanie really likes being around Ellis! They're like two peas in a pod (twinsies even) due to their similarity in nature. She's particularly impressed by how Ellis can sew and maybe even make her own clothes. Stephanie isn't particularly good at sewing, evident by how she doesn't even know how to do a backstitch.

Other than that, Steph would definitely help Ellis out when it comes to making new friends and socializing in general. I mean, she does have a dedicated bestie list, so she's definitely an expert...?

And hear me out about this. If Ellis is down for it, she and Stephanie can go on a romance drama/movie marathon. Steph is a sucker for romance dramas (ahem kdramas ahem), and it'd be great to have someone squeal and cry with. Nobody understands the pain of seeing the leads not end up together at the end because one of them died or something 💀

There's a lot I'd love to ramble about, but I don't want to bore you with an essay. Maybe I'll make some doodles of them later on, we'll just have to see (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Genre: Yandere

TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.

AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^

You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.

"(Name), remove your shoes."

" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.

" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.

"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.

He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.

"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.

"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"

"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.

Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.

"Would you like me to kill them for you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)

"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.

"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"

"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.

Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."

Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.

Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.

"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."

His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?

You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.

"It's alright Rook."

"You nearly gave us away, Rook."

Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.

"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.

Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."

Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.

"As you wish, my dear queen."

[http-mianhae]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀 ― seventeen x hogwarts [SLOW]

AMORTENTIA ; the most powerful love potion to exist

SEUNGCHEOL: GRYFFINDOR CAPTAIN ― being head-over-heels for the Gryffindor captain is harder than it seems, especially when everyone knows about your little crush on Seungcheol and he takes it lightly. Until when you’re partnered up and forced to be in each other’s lives on a daily basis, that’s when things take a bit of a turn

JEONGHAN: DESKMATES TO LOVERS? ― he was the worst of worse, how could anyone love him? Such a cold-hearted kid yet you were forced to sit next to him and as a Ravenclaw, it didn’t do you justice that all Jeonghan did was throw insults

JOSHUA: HONEYDUKES LOVER ― The first time they met was when she reached for a chocolate frog which he helped her reach and after that, they’ve been seeing each other everywhere. A story of how a Slytherin became undyingly soft for a Hufflepuff

TO BE UPLOADED!

JUN ― She was overlooked by him for the longest, seen nothing more than a best friend

WONWOO ― Reading books in the library near the dawn was the hardest when with Wonwoo. You were forced to act as if your heart could never resonate with such beauty. How do you hide your feelings from your best friend?

WOOZI ― a strict choir leader who would only treat you with respect because of that angelic voice that came from you. To say Woozi was utterly in love with a Hufflepuff was an understatement.

SOONYOUNG ― beating Soonyoung at everything had become a habit.

DOKYEOM ―how you and Dokyeom would continuously sneak out of Hogwarts through the passageways through the Marauders Map and invisible cloak ― this had to mean teamwork

MINGYU ― the sweetest, most charming boy, Hufflepuff prefect, and ace for the Quidditch team. Y/N was totally in love with him but what happens when her backstabbing best friend decides to date him.

SEUNGKWAN ― it was really Hufflepuff vs Slytherin here. No one in their right mind from the golden house would dare mess with a Slytherin but things have been taken a little too far. From nasty pranks to idiotic call outs, Seungkwan and you never really got along.

VERNON ― He would never dream of it when he took the Astronomy class in his sixth year, it was far too much for his own good but when a mysterious Ravenclaw had taken the same class and their paired together, Vernon finds himself more and more fascinated by her

DINO ― the chosen one, everyone knew him. He knew everyone, but you. A love story forming between the girl with her head in the clouds and a clumsy, nice boy.

TAGLIST (comment or msg me to be in the taglist!): @just-here-to-read-01 @lixiel0ver @tyongf-sunflower99 @09yyeol @17milktea @meltinghershey @xxxxrvexxxx @violets-are-you @amethyistheart @yourfavoritefreakyhan @ddaengpotate @mythicalamphitrite @kkooongie @wooziwooziwoozioioioi @blissedjoon @raevyng @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @marvelouslimelight @xuimhao @ti--red @sevenpersona @renjunphile @ak6ko @sbnchaos @seungcheolswife @enhazen @02psh

[harunayuuka2060]

Riddle: Why are we here in the Mirror Chamber?

Vil: I received a call from Rollo and he wanted us to watch MC's cosplay performance.

Idia: He allowed them to cosplay?

Azul: I'm guessing he had no choice.

Malleus: What is a cosplay?

Idia: A cosplay is when you dress up as someone. It's mostly common to anime or cartoon fans.

Kalim: Will it be someone from Hazbin Hotel? I think it's someone called 'Carmilla Carmine', isn't it?

Idia and Azul: ...

Idia: You watch Hazbin Hotel?

Kalim: Yeah! It's a great show! And I like the songs very much! *beams*

Azul: ...What song is your favorite-

Leona: When will the cosplay performance start?

Vil: In a few minutes.

Malleus: Shroud, would you mind teaching me how to record a video?

Idia: Uh yeah, sure.

Riddle: Oh. It's starting.

The Dark Mirror: *shows MC cosplaying as Carmilla Carmine*

Kalim: Yay! I'm right!

Vil, Malleus, and Idia: *in amazement* Oh.

MC: I see you're driven by your detestation.

MC: Your every step is stoked with animus.

Kalim: *squeals*

Riddle: I-

Vil: They're dancing on pointe! Why didn't they tell me that they could do that?!

Leona: Because you would probably tell them to practice every day.

Malleus: *lowkey fanboys*

Idia: Uh, Malleus? Don't forget to click 'record'.

Rollo: *looking at their feet*

Rollo: Are they not broken yet?

MC: A little. But I need to give Carmilla justice so it's okay. *satisfied expression*

Rollo: You are really a weirdo. Anyway, I showed your performance to your friends.

MC: ...........

MC: You what?

Rollo: Why? *smirks* Are you shy?

MC: ...

MC: *embarrassed noises*

Rollo: *chuckles*

Malleus: I will show this to everyone in Diasomnia.

Leona: Herbivore scares me.

Kalim: I hope MC comes back soon so we can cosplay together!

Vil: Yes. I can't wait to see them again.

Riddle: *nervous for MC*

Azul: That was a fantastic performance. I will ask Jade to visit them.

Idia: Uh, why?

Azul: To ask the Prefect to perform in Mostro Lounge, of course.

The vice president: Great job, MC!

The secretary: You're famous now!

The vice president: Though the students are asking if your feet are okay after that performance.

Rollo: They're crooked now.

MC: ...

MC: At least it's not that crooked like your personality.

Rollo: What now?

The vice president and the secretary: *chuckles*

[dreamywriter143]

Precious Tsyeym

Genre : Fluff, Insecure Reader, NSFW/MDNI.

Status: 2/2 ( 2 part one-shot)

Parings : Neteyam X Reader,

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Soft Neteyam, Simp Neteyam, Loss of Virginity, P in V (Penetration), Oral (F-receiving), Belly bulge, Mentions of blood (very little),Nicknames, Marking, All characters are AGED-UP (19-20’s years).

Summary: Life couldn't get anymore prefect in Y/n's eyes. Being mated before Eywa, Y/n has been on cloud 9 out of pure happiness. She just cant figure out why her mate, Neteyam, hasn't mated with her yet. And she is on a mission to find out why.

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I'm sorry this came out late! Work has been tough on me but i managed. Anyway, I hope I did ya'll justice! I'm still pretty new to writing smut so please excuse my poor writing!!

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“My love” Neteyam hums softly into the kiss. His hands held Y/n firmly against him,  as he hovered over her. All the while making sure not to break the kiss. Y/n suppresses a moan feeling Neteyam’s tongue slide against hers so deliciously.

“Y/n'' Neteyam mumbles against her swollen lips, reluctantly pulling himself away from her. He drank in her appearance as she laid before him. Her skin flushed purple from their intense make out session with her legs still haphazardly wrapped around him.

The strap on her top has wiggled down her shoulder blade, her hair a mess as she panted to catch her breath. Her swollen lips pucker, with remembrance of his saliva coating them. And her eyes heavily lidded and brimming with desire. Her pupils were blown so wide you could barely see her e/c irises. She looked delectable.  And Neteyam couldn’t wait to get a taste.

“Yes?” She hums back, her eyes tracing down to his lips. Desperately wanting to reattach them again. Neteyam lets out a throaty chuckle, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Even his featherlight touches seem to ignite a fire deep within her, traveling all the way down to her throbbing cunt. She felt herself get wetter by the minute, her poor loincloth soaking up her essence.

She desperately wanted to rub her legs, the itch she couldn’t reach starting to bother her. But she very much liked the position she was in. Laying down with her mate peering down at her hungrily. She relished at the feeling of having him wrapped around her legs, feeling his lower abdomen press against hers. 

Despite having her under him, having her so close and being able to smell her arousal. Neteyam still wanted to make things clear, he wanted his mate to be comfortable and ready. A little part of him was scared of hurting her since it was her first time.

“Are you sure you want this yawne?” He asks, his voice strained. 

He used up all his willpower to hold himself back. His body called for her, craved for her. It sensed her arousal and was ready to pounce at any moment. Take what he had longed for the moment they mated before Ewya. 

“Of course Ma’Neteyam. I’ve wanted this for so long. You are mine, and I am yours. I’m ready” Y/n reached up to stroke her mate's cheek lovingly. 

This was not just an act of lust, but an act of love. They were crossing that huge step into their future. And they were doing it together. It wasn’t just mindless sex, it was passionate and filled with longing. She wanted to be with him, be one with him. 

Neteyam closes his eyes, leaning into her hand that feels so warm. He deeply inhaled, drinking in her scent. He felt his body twitch at her sweet scent, which only caused a deep rumble to vibrate through him. 

“I can smell your arousal Y/n '' Neteyam sighs out. 

His eyes snap open to see her bite her lips in embarrassment. He smirks before taking the hand against his cheeks. He places a delicate kiss along her palm as he slowly traces down her hand. He then takes her hand into his, interlocking their fingers. 

Neteyam then peppers her necks with tiny kisses causing her breathing to falter at the feeling. Feeling her tremble under him only ignited his own desire to satisfy her. Neteyam finds her pressure point, sucking on the skin.

“You smell so sweet….you taste so sweet, my love” Neteyam moans into her neck, his tongue swiping along the skin he had abused. Y/n is unable to hold back her sounds as a moan slips through. She immediately goes to cover her mouth with her free hand but Neteyam stops her. His face lifted to meet her eyes. 

“Don’t” he warns, the tone sending electricity straight through the girl. 

“Let me hear your moans, I want to know how good I make you feel” Neteyam whispers, his fingers tracing her skin. 

He felt her shiver under his touch, nodding at his words. She bit her lips nervously as she felt Neteyam’s finger touch her top. His warm finger traces over the carefully woven material admiring the intricate detailing. His finger brushes over her breast, sliding against her nipple. Y/n takes a sharp intake at the feeling that shot through her. 

“Can I take these off sweetheart?” Neteyam asks sweetly, his eyes looking into hers for any hesitancy. The nonverbal response was all he needed as he worked his way through the top. Easily sliding  off the garment and letting it slump onto the floor. 

His eyes widened momentarily at the sight, her breasts out on display. His eyes drank in the sight of her perked nipples, exposed to the cool air around them. Feeling rather embarrassed Y/n tried to cover herself up only for Neteyam to stop her yet again. With a growl of warning. 

“Don’t cover yourself, your beautiful love” he assures moving himself down. He watches the goosebumps litter her skin as he gently grabs one breast, fondling it. Y/n mewls at the new sensation, her body responding with force. 

Neteyam couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of her peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing Y/n’s body to jolt up slightly.

“Ne-teyam!” She squeals, her head pushing into the mat beneath her. Her back arches at the sensation which only helped Neteyam divulge deeper, sucking that much harder as his tongue twirled against her nipple with desire. 

“Shit Y/n, you taste so good. I can't imagine how delicious your pussy will taste” Neteyam mummers against her breast, giving the same attention to the other neglected nipple. 

Y/n sucks in her breath, the vulgar words that left her mates mouth only turned her on more. She feels an unfamiliar knot within her coil, her body twitching uncontrollably under Neteyams' ministrations. 

“Neteyam! S-something is-”

Neteyam smirks, his cock painfully pressing against his own loincloth at her squeals of ecstasy. He unconsciously bucks himself against the mat for some friction, his mouth continuously working over her bud. 

“It’s ok love, let it wash over you” Neteyam assures, fondling her breasts and increasing in speed. 

Y/n arches her back a loud whine leaving her lips as her body convulses under the weight of her first orgasm. She didn't know orgasms felt this great, her eyes fluttering at the feeling. Neteyam smirks at himself, proud to pull an orgasm out of he without out even touching her properly. Neteyanm detaches his lips, filled with his own drool with a popping sound. 

Neteyam hastily traces kisses down her chest and down to her abdomen. He glances up at Y/n for permission, tugging at the loincloth. Y/n moans in response causing Neteyam to smile at how she melted under his touch. 

Neteyam’s hands were soft as they slid up her thighs, tugging at the garment. Y/n lifted her hips slightly to assist him as he slowly tugged them off- savoring the moment as much as she was. Neteyam stares at the soaked loincloth, his eyes hungrily tracing over the wet patch, he brings the scrunched up loincloth to his nose inhaling deeply. He curses under his breath tossing the cloth aside, eager to find the source of the intoxicating scent. 

Y/n spreads her legs, not feeling the strength in herself to keep them wrapped around his hips. Neteyam hums in appreciation as his hands slide up her thighs reassuringly. He stares at her sopping pussy that glistened with her essence. It looked heavenly and delectable. 

Neteyam leans down his eyes staring into the sight before him as if it were  the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Like he was mesmerized, like he was hungry and only Y/n could satisfy him. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh nervously as he took her in, in all her glory. 

“S’beautiful. So, so so pretty, such a pretty girl.” he babbled, raising her legs to rest over his shoulders as he peppered kisses into her inner thigh. 

His cock twitched against his loincloth when he laid his eyes on her bare pussy. He gawked in awe at the pretty pink folds swollen and glistening with her arousal, he was almost drooling when he snapped himself out of his trance once again. 

“I’ve been wondering how you taste down here, love” he spoke before grabbing her thighs, pulling her further to his mouth. 

Y/n whimpers at the feeling of his breath against her bare pussy. Y/n opens her mouth to argue against the fact he was so close to her cunt. But her mouth immediately clamps shut as Neteyam attached his warm muscle against her. 

The first lick was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across her folds, separating them which  made her whimper. His ears twitch with excitement at the sound.  His eyes fluttered shut as he explored Y/n, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from her reactions. 

“Fuck, you smelled so good.Taste even better, though.” Neteyam gasps in between licks, pressing his face deeping to her cunt. 

His tongue plunges deep inside Y/n, his nose coming in contact with her throbbing clit. Y/n’s entire body jolts at the sensation, his tongue working miracles inside her. Y/n hands fell on his black locks, pulling occasionally. She felt that familiar coil and she didn't want Neteyam to let go. He moaned into Y/n as he felt her nails rake across his scalp. The vibrations caused Y/n to gasp and buck her hips into him chasing her high.

“That's it, come undone for me princess” 

Y/n moans out, her fingers tightening as her orgasm washes over her once again. Her legs stutter against Neteyam’s shoulders as he licks her through her second orgasm. He lap up her juices like a starved man. Unable to get enough. 

Neteyam pulls back, his entire  mouth and chin covered in her cum. He sheepishly smiles, his eyes lidded as he watches the last bit of her orgasm twitch through her. Y/n mumbles incoherently at the feeling. 

Netyeam quickly discards his loincloth, releasing his cock that begged to be free. He sighs at the feeling of the cool air, his hand reaching down to spread his pre cum over his large shaft. He pumped a few strokes along his length,  waiting for Y/n to regain proper consciousness. Neteyam leans down, his finger swiping against her wet folds. Y/n gasps at the sensation, eyes snapping open at the feeling. 

He pressed his thumb against her clit just as his long finger entered inside her warm pussy. He focused on the spot that had caused Y/n  to make noise and rubbed small fast circles against her clit, all while making sure to thrust his finger deep inside. Stretching her walls. 

“S-hit Neteyam!” Y/n squeals as his finger grazes her sweet spot. Her toes curl at the sensation, her eyes closing shut at the feeling. 

Neteyam takes the opportunity to insert another finger, scissoring her in the process. Her juices made it easy to insert the two digits with ease. The pleasure overrides the stinging sensation with the second intrusion. Neteyam bent down  to replace his thumb with his lips and sucked hard along her clit. All while gathering her wetness before plunging the digits back inside. 

His tongue lapped at Y/n’s  clit as he carried on working his fingers inside of her. Her back arched off the mat as she felt the heat of her impending orgasm build faster and faster. Neteyam could tell she was getting close, the way she was grinding herself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mat. 

Y/n cried out as her hips writhed against his face, Neteyam tightened the grip he had on one of her thighs to hold her down. He didn’t relax his strokes until she was a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as she became overstimulated. 

He kept on sucking her swollen clit, a finger sliding inside her all the up to the last knuckle. Y/n shakes her head at the unfamiliar feeling. 

“Netey-am, Sto-“  she mewls pathetically, unable to catch her breath 

“-Feels like I’m gonna pee-” Y/n gasped when a new wave of pleasure washed over her. 

She tried to push Neteyam off of her but he held her down, tongue fucking her through her orgasm. Y/n’s walls burst, squirting all over her mate's face.

Neteyam’s eyes widened as he immediately pressed his tongue flat against her entrance, collecting all her sweet juices, slurping her dry.

 

 “Fuck, Oh my Ewya, that was hot” he pulled away panting, his chin shiny with her slick. 

“Mmmm, you did so good my love.-” he kissed her inner thigh before climbing back up to her. His eyes were completely blown wide with lust. 

“You taste so fucking good”

Neteyam retracts his fingers. The loss of the fingers causes Y/n to whine, her hips bucking into the air for the feeling of fullness again. Neteyam chuckles, licking his lips. He groans at the delicious taste, lapping up what was left on his lips. He leans down, capturing Y/n’s unsuspecting lips as they mold their tongues together. Y/n tastes herself against him, her eyes shutting at the feeling. Neteyam’s cock lays against her, his angry red tip twitching for attention. 

“Are you ready? Are you sure, my love?” Neteyam asks, pulling away to stare into her eyes. 

He was at the edge as it was . He almost came untouched when she had squirted on him. He desperately wished to be inside her. Fucking her like there was no tomorrow. She was stretched, but Neteyam was big. Big and girthy. He knew it would hurt, with her being a virgin. 

“M’Please.” was Y/n’s  only confirmation, Y/n tries to reach for his throbbing cock that she felt against her heat. She felt how he humped against her slick folds, lubing himself up. Neteyam takes her hand, kissing her knuckles. He takes her pleas as the answer he needed. Neteyam reaches back, taking hold of Y/n’s kuru. 

Even in her dazed like state she is able to toss him a look of confusion. 

Neteyam smiles softly, reaching back for his kuru as well. 

“It’s going to hurt my love. And I do not wish for you to feel the pain alone” he says softly, smiling endearingly as he brings the two braids together. Y/N goes to the object but it falls to deaf ears as they tendrils interlock. Y/n’s eyes immediately roll back at the feeling of becoming one with Neteyam. 

She felt his lust and his deep his desire to fuck her. She also felt his love and worry for her. He cared so much for her he held himself back, focusing on her pleasure instead of his. Y/n felt eyes prick with tears, unable to control the overwhelming feeling of pure love transfer from her mate into her.  

“Neteyam, I-I see you” she murmurs, pressing her forehead against his. Neteyam smiles, his eyes closing at the feeling. He took in deep breaths memorizing how she felt,how  her body felt so light against his, so soft against his toned hard body. 

“Please…please fuck me Neteyam” Y/n urges, bucking her hips along his cock. Neteyam hisses at the sudden feeling, placing their connected kuru’s to the side. He reaches down and aligns his cock against her tight hole. They felt electricity surge through both of them in excitement.

Neteyam glances at Y/n one more time as she nods as a form of consent. Neteyam entered Y/n  slowly. She gasps loudly, muscles tightening as she claws at his biceps. It was an unfamiliar feeling, intrusive as he moaned softly.

He felt her walls clench against him eagerly. He also felt the pain., the sharp and stinging pain as he slowly pushed himself deeper within her walls. 

“Shhhh, M’sorry yawne. J-just relax princess.” he praised as she exhaled, wincing slightly at his size as he stretched her out. He glances down, his eyes widening at the sight of blood. It was very little but noticeable against her beautiful slick blue skin. 

“Fuck, Y/n. You're bleeding. Do you wanna stop?” he asks, concerned. Y/n quickly  shakes her head. She knew this would happen, as she was prepared for it.

 “No, no I’m okay. Just feels weird is all.” She whispered reassuringly, moaning slightly as he filled her even more, a prominent bulge appearing to form on her lower stomach. 

“You’re doing so well for me sweetheart, so so well..” he cooed, making the fire in her belly flame that much higher. Neteyam stayed inside Y/n, unwilling to move for a few minutes until he knew she was comfortable. Y/n nails began to declaw from his arm, little crescent moons doting his muscles as her breath filled her lungs easier. Neteyam felt the familiar feeling of pleasure erupt with his mate, the pain subsiding. 

“Can I move?” he hums, Y/n  nodded eagerly,  the feeling of pain morphing into that  of pleasure as he shifted. 

“Oh fuck-” he moaned, his forehead brushing against Y/n as he rocked his hips, causing her back to arch, chest brushing his. 

“You’re so wet princess-so tight-” he gasped as he filled Y/n up to the hilt again, finding a gentle, easy rhythm that sent her to the heavens. 

Y/n was mindlessly babbling, no words coming out of her mouth coherent as her eyes rolled back. She felt his entire length thrust into his, the curve of his cock brushing across places that made her see stars. 

“I- love-you-Ma-Teyeammm.” Y/n moaned with each thrust, her body jolting along Neteyam’s movements. Y/n felt herself reach her orgasm, her toes curling in delight. The mushroomy tip abusing her g-spot oh so deliciously. It was as if his cock was made to fit perfectly in her cunt.

Neteyam feels her clench along his cock, hearing her thoughts and how she was so  close to coming undone once again. 

 “I love you so, so much, let go yawne. Come for me.,” he whispered. 

Y/n’s body following his commands as she felt the coil break, release washing over her as she clamped down on his cock. Y/n squirted shamelessly onto her mate, his abdomen was glistening with her pussy juices. Neteyam made sure to fuck her through her high, even as she tightly gripped down on his cock.

The room was filled with the sound of her pussy squelching and her skin slapping against his. His heavy balls slapping against her ass, aiding to the thrusts each time. 

Y/n stared into his eyes, they were filled with so much passion and lust. Y/n’s heart fluttered, his stare was gentle yet his thrusts were rough. It didn’t take long for his carnal desires to take over. Y/n gripped the mat as he fucked her sopping cunt at a fast pace. His pelvis slamming against her, the sound of squelching filling as room his cock would occasionally brush up against her cervix, making her weaken. 

Neteyam bites his lips in pure euphoria. He  enjoyed seeing the bulge in her tummy, motivating him to go in deeper. 

 “O-Oh Eywa-” Y/n panted. 

“Good girl. Good, good girl.” Neteyam coaxed her, riding her through your orgasm. Now on a mission to reach his own.

Y/n sensed his breath hitch, his noises getting louder with each shift of the mat- and she knew he was getting close. 

“Inside. Please.” Y/n whines, wanting to feel full to the brim.

“Oh Ewya, Oh Y/n!!” he panted, her words turning him on even more than he thought was possible. His grip tightened around her wrists as he came inside her with a growl of Y/n’s  name, possessiveness seeping out of him.

 

“I love you, I love you yawne, my mate”  Neteyam mumbles, digging his face deep into the crevice of her neck. Y/n closes her eyes, feeling his cum sputter inside of her. Filling her full. It felt warm, relaxing her body. Neteyam hum in happiness, peppering kisses along her neck. 

“Are you ok yawne?” Neteyam asks, pulling back to stare at her. Y/n seemed to glow under the lightning inside the tent. Her eyes lidded but wide open. They seemed to glitter, he couldn't believe all this. Belonged to him, and him only. 

“Yes, I’m fine my love” she cooes, her fingers tracing along his cheek. She pecks his lips causing him to chuckle at his mate's adorable behavior. 

He carefully pulls out his softening cock, Y/n letting out a whine at the feeling of emptiness. Neteyam reached for a cloth nearby, cleaning up the cum from her pussy. 

“Thank you, for sharing your first with me” Neteyam mumbles, his eyes still trained on Y/n. His fingers worked carefully to clean her to the best of his ability. Their Kuru’s still connected only proved how happy she felt, how fulfilled she felt. He also felt her body feel tired, which is why he tried cleaning her up as fast as possible. 

“And thank you Neteyam. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before….I love you” Y/n says, cups his cheeks and pulls him in for a kiss. Neteyam greedily accepts, sucking on her swollen lips. 

Neteyam’s ears twitch suddenly, hearing the sound of footsteps. It sounded rushed and seemed to disappear the longer he focused on it. 

Gently pulling away he glances at the opening of the tent, noting no movement from out there. He felt his body go stiff wondering if someone was out there. And who it might have been? 

“What is it?” Y/n asks, also glancing at the entrance. Neteyam shrugs it off, pulling Y/n into a more comfortable position. He held her close to him, tightly within his protective arms. He nuzzled her neck inhaling her scent that was mixed with his. A deep carnal desire lights up realizing she smelt like him. Because she was his. 

“Nothing, let’s get some rest yawne.” 

~~~~~

“Y/n, please. I don’t want you to overwhelm yourself” Neteyam says yet again, trying to stop Y/n from walking towards the training ground. 

Y/n had insisted on accompanying Neteyam during his training session today. Even though her entire body was  aching in protest she argued against him walking towards the clearing. Y/n even prepared a basket full of fruit, which Neteyam was holding while following after his mate in a worry. He could see the way she walked, a tiny limp along her steps. Only proving that even though Neteyam tried being as careful as possible, it still affected her body greatly. 

“I’m fine! You mustn’t treat me like I’m delicate. I proved it last night” Y/n teases playfully, throwing a wink his way. Neteyam chuckles while shaking his head at his stubborn mate. He grabs her hands into his and walks closer to the grounds.

Y/n hasn't even told him the true reason why she desperately wanted to attend the lesson. The morning she was surprised by the markings Neteyam left all over her neck, the crescent shaped marks along her hip. Normally such a display would embarrass the young Na’vi. But Y/n wanted a particular someone to see them. She wore them with pride. 

Just as they walk into the clearing Neteyam and Y/n immediately greet the warriors. They all bow respectfully towards Y/n while Neteyam lets go of her, turning to her one last time. 

“After the session today let’s go for an Ikran ride? Some time alone for the  both of us?” Neteyam asks, his tail swishing excitedly behind him. Y/n hums in response. 

“Stay under the shade and sit down alright? You may not be delicate, but you're precious to me. Alright?” Neteyam says, his eyes finding the perfectly shaded area beside the tree. Y/n holds back the urge to roll her eyes but nods nonetheless. After pecking him quickly she quickly makes her way to the tree sitting down. Y/n’s eyes find Ma’via, who stared at Neteyam but with something else written on her face. She also caught the way she kept glancing at Y/n, which was not normal. 

“Still mad at Ma’via? I thought I fixed this already” Kiri pipes up, soundlessly taking a seat beside the girl. Y/n smirks, turning to her friend. She dramatically swipes her hair to the side calling attention to the marks Neteyam so graciously left all over her neck. Kiri’s eyes nearly burgle out of her head. 

“Y/n!!! Don’t show me!!!” She squeals in minor disgust at the thought. Y/n giggles at her reaction. 

~~~~~

The training had ended with Neteyam addressing the warriors. His smile seems to light up his entire face, the smirks on some of the male warriors not going unnoticed by Y/n. She did leave some scratch marks on Neteyam that were quite visible, but not enough compared to what he left on her. 

Y/n’s nose twitches as she watches the warriors depart their respective paths, with Ma’via lingering behind. She seemed distant from Neteyam through the entire session, Yn had observed. But that didn't stop her from lingering around, throwing glances at him from time to time. 

Y/n gets up, Kiri had long gone after she had gotten bored of watching sweaty Na’vi working hard. Y/n makes her way towards her mate, her hips swaying with each step. Ma’via is the first to notice her, her tail going stiff as she watches her. Her visible frown seems to deepen. 

Neteyam turns round, his smile growing upon seeing his mate walk up to him. He opens his arms expecting a hug but his mate had other things in mind. 

Once she is close enough, Y/n reaches up, pulling Neteyam in for a heated kiss. Her tongue immediately found his as she sucked along his tongue. Neteyam’s eyes widen but he melts into the kiss, pulling her against him. They heard the sounds of the excited warriors that were still in the groups, but all Y/n could focus on was the scoff that came from Ma’via’s direction.

Y/n pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting them. Neteyam’s grip on her hips did not relent as he gazed at her lips, his lips following after hers. Y/n glances at Ma’via, her smirk prominent. She tilts her head, her neck on full display. Ma’via bares her teeth as she notices the markings that Y/n showed off. Throwing her arrows in anger, she stomps her way out of the grounds. 

“What was that for?” Neteyam questions, his tone playful. He follows Y/n’s eyesight to see Ma’via stomping away, her tail swishing behind her angrily. Neteyam smirks, his eyes tracing over the look that danced across Y/n’s face. That of possessiveness. It sent an excited shiver down his spine. 

“Oh, Nothing. Just showing off what's mine” Y/n says casually, her hand reaching up to traces over the marks left by Neteyam. His eyes widened, his cheeks flushing at what she had shown off. He felt pride swell within him.

“If you want I could give you more?” He suggests, leaning closer as his breath fans across her face.

“How about I give you some? So a certain someone will know to keep their hands off of what’s mine?” 

A deep growl emits from Neteyam’s chest at the thought of Y/n marking him. Marking his skin which would be visible to those around him, showing who he belonged to. 

“Oh fuck baby, you don’t have to tell me twice” he growls, pulling her hard against his chest. 

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A/N: I'm so sorry its long! I'm trying hard to condense my writing because I feel like if its too long no one will want to read it. But I hope you enjoyed it!! Again, please keep in mind smut is still new to me, so my writing may suck! I'm sorry for that, but thank you for reading and all your support!!

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@farleyis  @aliseaaah  @mahalkomarvel  @baebinana   @cheyehc   @beautifulglitterwombat

[rayroseu]

Saved by Diasomnia!!

I really love how the game always makes sure we get a rescue moment with Diasomnia characters in every event if they are on it lol

It supports my agenda that Ramshackle and Diasomnia are connected to each other in lore (like both these dorms have heavy relation with History and Death)🙌🏻🙌🏻. They are always on the lookout for their Young Master's friend... 🥺💖💕

(Also yeah... Why did I just realize now that Malleus is the one who indirectly introduced us to other Diaso members.....😭😭 I find that so cute bcs usually the others are *supposed* to be the one looking for a friend for him but Malleus just mentioned us and Lilia was hyped about it and it all domino effect from there lol)

Also, surprise yeee‼️‼️🤺🤺 I drew some of my mutuals OC's 🥰✨✨ Yuuri Atsuisamui with Silver from @souslesetoilesavectoi and Hana Asteria with Lilia from @hanafubukki ✨🫶🏻✨🫶🏻✨ (i hope i did justice for your lovely oc's, sous and hana!!😭) And, Malleus is just with my yume oc, Citrine🥰💛,,, also i need to interact to more sebek yumes... i only had the default prefect for him🥹

Honestly there are other Diashackle moments that I want to include as well!! But these four are my most precious💖💖

Like that time in Sunset Savanna event, where Lilia pressured Leona to let us go to Sunset Savanna too or else he's not going lol (thank you peepaw💗💞💗✨✨) and that vignette with Sebek helping us carry the chairs and him protecting us when the chairs fell ‼️🥹💚

On the main story, Silver is the only one who asks us if we're fine from time to time and the fact he rescued us after Mickey's dream collapsed--- and ofc Malleus indirectly helping us on Book 3 bcs of the Gargoyle Analogy lol--- I LOVE IT 🥹🫶🏻✨💗💞💗💖💘

Even the events mentions how precious Ramshackle is to Diasomnia so 🤗🤗🤗 thank you for being the backbone of many Yuu&Grim spotlight, Diasomnia-- Best dorm frfr✨✨💞💞💗💞💗

[faebaex]

Tangled in Wonderland - Library Liaison

author note: Winner of the first 1000 follower event poll was Riddle! every time I write Riddle, I forget how much I enjoy writing him (≧◡≦) he’s such an interesting, complex character. I hope I do him justice, I think he deserves it. Next up is Leona, who won the second poll and the Octavinelle poll is currently running, so go check it out if you haven’t seen it already! Enjoy~

characters: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

You sat, staring into space in the Ramshackle dorm lounge. The ruined interior really helped you zone out, your mind still reeling after the odd situation that you found yourself in.

Despite your best endeavours, your life in Twisted Wonderland had so far proceeded exactly as it had for the main character. The chandelier still ended up breaking, you still ended up going to the dwarf mine and getting attacked by the overblot monster and, in the end, you ended up becoming a joint student with Grim. You had developed a rocky friendship with both Ace and Deuce, despite how you tried to distance yourself from them. It wasn’t anything personal, you just sort of hoped that the events in the game wouldn’t occur if you kept yourself low profile and didn’t get close to any of the game’s named characters.

Unfortunately, so far that plan hadn’t worked out.

Ace still ended up coming to your dorm, collar and all, complaining about his housewarden. You had attempted to slow the inevitable ride to disaster, even suggesting that Ace and Deuce transfer and become students of Ramshackle dorm in an attempt to cool the tensions. But your suggestions fell on deaf ears, and Ace and Deuce ended up challenging Riddle to the housewarden duel that ended up resulting in his overblot. Safe to say, your attempts at laying low and floating undetected through the student body weren’t going well so far.

And to top it all off, Crowley had been avoiding you, as you had been using any opportunity to ambush him and ask him if he had made any progress on finding a way home for you. If Crowley’s monumental negligence in the game was anything to go by, he likely wasn’t even looking into it, so the least you could do was make his life as miserable as possible. When you weren’t accosting Crowley, you spent every spare moment you had in the library.

Every day, you’d comb the library for any material that even had a hint of information about your situation. You were always surrounded by books, piled high around you as you poured over the often-dry material. You’d entirely absconded from any of your schoolwork, leaving that particular gambit to Grim. Whilst diligence wasn’t Grim’s strong point, there was nothing bribery with a can of premium tuna couldn’t solve. So from after classes to when you could barely keep your eyes open any longer, you were huddled in a discreet spot in the library, an agreement with one of the library ghosts meaning that this table was basically reserved for you.

It was just another day for you at the library, surrounded by dusty tomes that obviously hadn’t been touched in who knows how long. You were currently absorbed in a publication about summoning magic, so absorbed in fact that you didn’t notice the figure who had approached your table until they cleared their throat.

“Hello prefect. I see you are in the library again today.”

You froze in your seat, reluctantly looking up to see Riddle standing at the opposite side of your desk. With a purse of your lips, you nodded once before lowering your eyes back down to your book. “Yup.” You responded flatly, turning to the next page, not seeing Riddle fidget awkwardly in front of you.

“You are very studious, prefect. I’ve seen you in the library every day for the past two weeks, Ace and Deuce could stand to learn a thing from you,” Riddle remarked, reaching out and settling a hand on the chair opposite yours, readying to pull it out, “may I?”

“Um… I’d rather you didn’t, actually.” You responded, looking up from your textbook again with a neutral expression. Riddle’s hand froze on the chair and for a moment he looked like a deer caught in lamplights, before his grip tightened on the back of the chair.

“I… See…” Riddle mumbled, and an awkward silence settled between you. You gave a small, cold smile, hoping that Riddle would get the hint and leave, and he did turn, but hesitated and turned back to you, a conflicted frown on his face. “Have I… Offended you in some way, prefect?” Riddle broached and internally you sighed, wishing the pile of books surrounding you would tumble down and hide you from this awkward situation.

“Well… When you throw a tree at someone, its hard not to take it personally.” You quipped coolly, turning your eyes back down to your book and trying to find the line you were on, hoping that Riddle would finally leave you alone. But as ever since you had gotten into this world, luck was not on your side.

Riddle looked absolutely mortified by your comment, and to your chagrin, he pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down, leaning forward in an attempt to keep your conversation as private as possible. “I-I’m sorry if I’ve given you a negative impression… I’m aware that my behaviour was unacceptable and—”

“Look, Riddle,” you sighed, grabbing a spare bookmark so that you didn’t lose your place, considering Riddle seemed to have no intention of leaving you in peace anytime soon, “it’s nothing personal. Really, it isn’t. I just…” You sighed again, putting your head in your hands and rubbing your temples for a moment, “its hard for me adjusting to life here, so I prefer to spend my time alone. I hope you understand.” Once again, silence fell between you and you found yourself shifting impatiently in your chair. You didn’t hate Riddle, not at all. How could you? Riddle had very compelling reasons to be the way he was, and you knew that after his overblot incident, he did make deliberate steps to change and accept his flaws. But… You had your own world to get back to and if being cold and unwelcoming was what it took for you to get back there, then so be it.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea that you were feeling that way… I should have realised that given your situation…” Riddle trailed off, and the two of you once again lapsed into silence. You shifted in your chair uncomfortably again, exhaling heavily before you began to speak again, “Riddle, its fine—”

“You’re welcome in Heartslabyul, anytime. I would offer you a dorm room but we are at full capacity and I don’t expect that to change anytime soon.” Riddle stated, with the same air of finality that he spoke most things with, and you ended up blinking at him in surprise. “O-oh, that’s really not necessary—”

“I… I may not be the best person to preach about family but…” Riddle’s cheeks dusted slightly red as he continued, “I would like it if you were able to seek some solace within Heartlabyul, to help you feel more comfortable and adjust to your circumstances.” You stared at Riddle, your expression blank and hiding the turmoil of emotions that you felt inside. You were really trying your best to put on a cold front and keep distant, but Riddle just had to be so… Endearing.

“That’s… That’s really kind, Riddle. Thank you…” You mumbled, before you sighed and collapsed onto the book you were reading. “But I don’t want to adjust, I want to go home…” You complained, your voice muffled by the pages of the book. Despite finally complaining aloud about the issue that had been on your mind since you got here, it felt oddly cathartic to vent. Until you felt a tap on your head.

“Don’t lay on the book like that, Y/N, you’ll crumple the pages.” Riddle scolded, and just like that he was back to being the Heartslabyul housewarden that you knew. He tapped your head again until you leaned up, shooting him an unimpressed look as he pulled the book towards him, smoothing the pages and checking for any damage before looking over the book itself. “I thought the headmage was looking into your situation?” Riddle queried, flipping through the pages of your book with a judging eye. You resisted the urge to glower at the mention of the headmage.

“Does it seem like he’s looking into my situation?” Riddle’s eyes looked towards you briefly at your tone, but he nodded shortly once, “no comment.” Suddenly, he slammed the book in his hands shut, and you opened your mouth to complain at him for losing your page before he pushed his chair back and stood up. “There are better books on summoning magic than this one in this library, wait here a moment.” Without waiting for you to respond, Riddle was gone.

Over the next hour, Riddle had systematically gone through all the books in your ‘to read’ pile, replacing several books with other ones that he personally ferreted out himself, claiming that they would be much more appropriate for your needs than the one you currently had. You could only stare on in amazement, having no idea that he had such a breadth of knowledge about the books contained in the library. Sure, you were aware that at a young age when you were still reading picture books, he was reading hefty tomes, but watching him so easily sort through your mish mash research pile really did hammer home a respect for his character that you’d never appreciated when you’d played the game.

“Y/N are you listening? I said I’ve made you a list of the order I recommend you read in. I know you are eager to find some information that could lead you home, but if you walk before you can run, you might miss a vital clue.” Riddle lectured as he passed you a crisp white piece of paper, with his elegant script looped throughout it, “I’ve colour coded the list by subject, so you shouldn’t get anything mixed up—”

“Thank you, Riddle. Really. I truly appreciate this.” For the first time since you ended up in Twisted Wonderland, you found yourself genuinely smiling. Riddle blinked in surprise, before a red hue burst forth onto his cheeks, and he rose his hand in an attempt to hide it. “W-well, its nothing. I consider you an honorary member of Heartslabyul now, and I-i’d do this for any of the students under my leadership.” Riddle stuttered, before clearing his throat and trying to get a hold of himself, “but of course, don’t expect this to happen often. I have my own study schedule to adhere to, and its important that you develop these research skills for yourself. For your future assignments, of course.” Riddle said sternly, his usual strict demeanour starting to fall back into place. “But… If you have any questions, or need to use someone as a sounding board then… I’d be happy to lend my services.” Riddle mumbled softly, almost quiet enough for you not to catch, “b-but only if my schedule allows for it, o-of course!” He quickly added, a fresh wave of blush tinting his cheeks.

You found yourself charmed by Riddle’s generosity, your mood feeling genuinely lifted for the first time since you’d thrown yourself out of the coffin. It was odd, the warm feeling in your heart as you watched Riddle fluster, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Thank you, Riddle. I think I might take you up on that, sometime.”

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story idea (9)

Warning: inhumane treatment and view, abuse, human trafficking, obsession.

Twisted Wonderland, where non-magical people do not exist.

Imagine how NRC looked upon Yuu, the first non-magical human to ever exist. It was like seeing an exotic animal, the only one of its kind.

Yuu is not a being with a thinking mind, but an animal with no brain in the eyes of Twisted Wonderland. Seeing how Yuu reacts to the world with barely any knowledge only cements this fact.

Prefect? What a joke. Yuu is the Headmaster and the Housewardens' pet.

Yuu'll do the errands, Yuu'll be the scapegoat for every blame, a doll to be dressed and shown off, a frog to be dissected, a plushie to be cuddled and torn apart, a lion in a circus, doing tricks it abhors by the ringmaster.

Yuu can scream and threaten and hurt them and risk dying, but it's alright, Yuu are their beloved pet. It's nothing but a mild tantrum. Yuu will calm down soon anyway. It's always like that, and if not, a few rough handlings will do the trick. If the most vicious, unruly dogs can learn to behave and be obedient, so can Yuu.

Even if Yuu had become the most ugliest thing molded by their hands, Yuu will still be loved. Isn't that wonderful?

The others caught wind of this. The Royal Sword Academy wanted to see this non-magical thing, amazed and then astounded at their condition that is akin to an abused and leashed dog. Their kind and gentle hearts could never bear to see Yuu in such situation.

They wanted to sweep Yuu off their feet, ride on a white horse like a knight in shining armor, and place them in RSA where they will watch over Yuu and take care of their needs.

Rollo Flamm of the Noble Bell College, who dreamt that the world will be better without magic, began to show interest, obsessively so. It grew worse when he saw the state Yuu is in, proving that magic is indeed evil, and thus, bringing his hatred for magic to further heights.

He would find ways to meet, observe, and transfer Yuu to their college under the guise of 'justice'.

The Playful Land would prepare for the arrival of a new puppet. They'll put a stage for Yuu to stand on, dress them prettily, and handle them gently like precious goods. The spotlight is on Yuu, smile. Yuu will–is loved. The money bid on them will be the proof.

Fellow Honest stood back, Gidel hidden behind him. He would save Yuu, but at what cost? He couldn't save himself nor Gidel from this place.

It does not stop there. It spreads, people around the world would flock to NRC to see this precious, unique little thing by the name of Yuu.

Royalties and those who have money wanted to buy or demanded them to show up so they can see Yuu up close. Reporters would barged NRC daily and so on.

Getting kidnapped, harassed and no privacy is part of the norm.

How would Yuu ever break free and return home?

[matchavellichor]

Can I request a Seb x f!Reader where either MC is super tired or Seb is super tired and the other helps them relax. Like by running a hot bath, then giving a really sensual massage? It doesn’t have to become NSFW or it can. Completely up to you! But I just cannot get the idea out of my head!

You’re writing is to die for btw!

A/N: I loved this idea sm!! I hope I did it justice and that you enjoy!

Long Night

Sebastian x f!MC - NSFW/Fluff - 3.6k words - ao3

Tags: Pre-Established Relationship, Protective Seb, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Care/Comfort

Summary: Sebastian helps you wind down after a long night.

It was half past two in the morning when you finally staggered your way back to Hogwarts, having spent the better part of your evening decimating Ashwinder camps around the outskirts of Hogsmeade. As you slip through the common room door, Sebastian rouses from the wingback chair he had fallen asleep on while waiting up for you.

“Please, no lecture tonight,” You intercept as soon as you spot him, raising a hand to your mouth to stifle a yawn. “I’m far too exhausted for this.” 

He opens his mouth to protest, but disgruntledly closes it at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, the weary slouch of your shoulders. 

He brings a hand up to thumb at the smear of ash on your chin, a faint look of understanding. “I’ll save the scolding for tomorrow. You look like you’ve been roughed up enough for one night.” 

You give him a satisfied smile as you sink back against one of the plush couches. “You think I’m roughed up? Should’ve—” You wince at the contact of the cushions with the abrasions and cuts under your clothes. “Seen the other guy.” 

He looks unconvinced. “Yeah, yeah,” He outstretches a hand in front of you, rubbing the sleep from his own eyes with the back of his knuckles. “Come on, up.” 

“Do I have to?” You close your eyes, tilting your head back onto the backrest of the couch.

“Yes . You’re a mess,” He tugs you to your feet despite your groans, interlacing his fingers with yours. “You’re taking a bath then I’m putting you in a bed. No more passing out on the common room couch.” 

“Yes, mum.” You quip, your muscles too sore to physically protest, but not compliant enough to go without a fair amount of whinging.

He locks the door behind him as soon as he gets you inside the Prefect’s Lavatory, flicking the lights on with a swish of a wand. A set of firm hands on your waist lifts you up on the counter so he can better tend to you. You grimace from the press of his fingers against your injuries and concern washes over his expression.

“May I see?” He asks, fingers paused on the laces of your bodice. You nod. 

He unties the latticework of laces with a deftness that only comes from practice, beginning on the buttons of your blouse next. He slips the garment  off your shoulders with a tenderness that contrasts so starkly to the usual hasty manner he tears it off you in isolated alcoves in the Restricted Section, or under the drawn curtains of four-poster beds.

“Lift your arms, love.” 

He pulls the chemise over your head, yet doesn’t linger too long on the sight of your bare chest when he notices the purple contuses scattered over your ribs. He frowns in disapproval, tsks as his fingers trace the bruises with feather-light touches. His gaze snaps back up to meet yours. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You give him a sheepish smile. “Would you believe me if I told you I tripped on my way to Charms?” 

He looks entirely unamused.

“Worth a shot.” 

“Merlin’s sake, the things you get up to...” He parts to rummage through a first-aid kit that he pulled from one of the cabinets, a frustration in his movements. He’s upset, but not at you. “It’s a miracle you’ve never gotten detention. Or honestly right out expelled. You’ve broken so many Hogwarts ordinances I’m surprised you’re still—”

“Since when did you start caring about the rules?”

He sighs as he pauses in front of you with a tin of dittany salve in hand. “Since I started caring about you.”

You roll your eyes, even though his words make you feel warm and you have to bite back a smile at the preposterous idea of Sebastian Sallow caring about someone other than himself. If someone had told you this a few months ago you would’ve fell into laughing hysterics.

“What was it this time?” He pops open the lid of the balm and begins to rub a generous amount on your bruises, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“A pack of angry Mooncalves. Vicious beasts, really.”

He scoffs. “Oh, terrifying.”

You nod solemnly. “My life flashed before my eyes.”

He rolls his eyes, once again intensely unamused. He finishes smearing the last of the paste over your sores, tucking the salve away in its kit. 

“So do I get to know what creature has actually battered up my girlfriend?” 

“I am not battered.” You protest. “It was just a few Ashwinder camps. No big deal. I handled it.”

“A few,” He mutters to himself in disbelief, shaking his head as he closes up the healing kit and slides it back into the cabinet. He turns back to you and you can’t help but find his face of disapproval devastatingly adorable, feeling a bit inclined to defy him more often.

He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head for him to study. His eyebrows knit together as he eyes the cut just under your cheekbone, concern etched into his expression. “Yeah, I can see how well you handled it.”

“Stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying.”

“Yes, you are, I can see it on your face.” You tilt your head, amused. “You kind of look like Ominis.”

“You wound me.” He drops your chin. 

He turns to open the faucets in the bathtub and you watch as he holds a hand under the water to make sure the temperature is just right, runs his fingers through the lavender-scented suds beginning to form on the surface.

You hook your fingers into the belt loops of his trousers to pull him closer when he finally makes his way back over to you, spreading your legs to situate him in the space just between your thighs. 

“I’m fine, alright?” You trail your hands over his chest demonstratively. “Got all four limbs. I’d call that a major success in my books.”

“Your definition of success genuinely perturbs me.” 

He braces himself against the ledge of the counter when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him lazily. 

His mouth is warm and sweet, the taste of mint on his tongue where it meets yours.

He indulges you for a moment, a hand coming up to hold your jaw. A thumb brushing against your cheek, lips moving against yours with a syrupy kind of softness that makes your toes curl. He holds his other hand to the small of your back, fingers spreading warm and broad over your bare skin. Tender. Careful. 

You want to just melt into him, your muscles loose and jelly-like from exhaustion. You groan, pettish and frustrated, when he finally pulls away. He smiles.

“Stop trying to seduce me and get in the bathtub.”

“I’m not trying to seduce you,” You scoff, your legs wrapping around the backs of his calves to keep him close to you, feeling the stiffness pressed hot against your stomach. You smile

back. “I’ve clearly already done so.” 

“I have a gorgeous, half-naked witch kissing me, you can’t expect me to maintain total composure.” He steps away from you and holds out a hand for you to take. “Now get in the tub before you whittle away the little moral principle I still do possess.” 

“Oh, stop it,” You jeer as you let him help you down from the counter. “Corroding each other’s moral compasses is our favorite pastime and you know it.”

“The only pastime I’m interested in right now is getting you clean and in bed.” 

“Such a bore.”

“You are such a brat.”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

He slips off the rest of your clothes with gentle fingers, mindful of every bruise and abrasion as if he’s already memorized their locations. You sigh contentedly when you finally sink into the warm water, your head falling back against the porcelain. He kneels down beside you, brushing back the hair from your cheeks and forehead.

“Feel nice?

Your answer is a murmured mnhgmm. He chuckles and casts a stasis charm to keep the water at that temperature. He watches you for a moment, fingers dipping under the water to rub soft little circles over your arm. 

He slips a hand under the nape of your neck. “Tilt your head back, darling.” 

You oblige even though your muscles feel too limp to move, letting him run his fingers through your hair and dampen it in the water.

He works in some sickly floral-scented shampoo, the kind that you find far too sweet for your own preferences but that you know he absolutely adores smelling on you. You can’t find it in you to protest because the feeling of his firm hands massaging your scalp makes you too lax to form any coherent thoughts.

“Fuck.” You mutter when he kneads at a particularly sensitive spot at the nape of your neck. “I’m going to marry you.”

He breathes out a laugh, focusing on that spot until you’re practically melting into his palm, shoulders sinking further into the water. “That easy?”

“I’m a simple woman.”

“You’re very much not.”

“You like it.”

He smiles fondly. “I do.”

He takes advantage of your drowsy state to lean over the rim of the tub and steal as many kisses as he wants, tilts your chin up with a wet hand to give himself better access to your lips. He moves you around like a ragdoll, placing kisses down your wrists, on your knuckles, while he runs a loofah up and down your arms.

“You look pretty like this.”

“What? Covered in the blood of half a dozen different poachers? You’re sounding like Poppy.” 

You chance a look at him through one half-opened eye. He’s watching you intently, arms crossed over the side of the porcelain basin, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

“While admittedly strangely erotic ,” He confesses,  rubs at a lingering speck of scarlet on your neck. “I meant...all sapless and drowsy. It’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

When he’s finally content that he’s gotten every ounce of blood and soot from your body, he helps you out of the water with one of your arms slung around his shoulder, wrapping you in a towel that’s big enough for you to drown in.

Sufficiently dried and smelling like a floral abomination, he takes you back to your room and lets you sink back against the pillows while he rummages through your chest for pajamas. 

He manages to procure the tiniest set you owned, a sleek negligée with a babydoll neckline and a ditsy floral pattern all over, little pink roses with green stems adorning the fabric. It’s ridiculously short and leaves absurdly little to the imagination.

He holds it out to you curiously, dangled precariously over his finger by one of the thin straps. “How come I’ve never seen you in this?”

“Because that thing can barely be considered clothing.”

He helps you sit up on the edge of the bed. “You’re not doing a very good job of selling me off it.”

“I’ll indulge you in your utterly impractical sleepwear choices just this once.”

He slips the gown over your head, smoothing down the fabric at your waist. His hand stretches broad and warm where he’s settled it over your hip. When he pulls away to tuck the matching frilly floral undergarments back into your chest, you raise an eyebrow.

“Am I not allowed any knickers?”

“Nope,” He pushes you back against the bed and you sink into the covers. “Doctor’s orders.”

You shift onto your stomach, hitching a leg over one of your pillows tucked between your thighs as you get comfortable. You murmur through a yawn, “I’d like to see this guy’s medical license.”

Sebastian eyes the way your dress rides up over your bottom, the silk bunching up at your cinched waist. If he were a weaker man, he’d be tugging the flimsy fabric the rest of the way up over your hips and fucking you into the mattress until you were truly sore and exhausted. 

However, he has principles. Sort of.

He kneels beside you at the edge of your bed and tugs the hem down before you can properly give him a heart attack. You’re blissfully unaware of any unintentional indecencies.

He lets his hand linger a little too long, running down your sides and reveling in how warm and pliable you feel under his touch.

“You’re a little tense,” He remarks, even though you’re certainly anything but tense. You currently feel like you’ve dissolved into a puddle of warm sensations and you’re surprised you haven’t seeped into the mattress by now. 

His hands are kneading at your back before you can form even a semblance of a protest though, and you soon forget why you would ever want to. 

He smooths his fingers over the silk, feels your warmth seeping through the fabric and it’s enough to make him lose his mind. Before long he’s slipping his hands under the hem of your dress, chasing the feeling of skin-on-skin. 

He massages the space between your shoulder blades, down your spine, over your sides, smiling to himself at the little satisfied sighs you let out from the sensation. 

“Fucking hell,” You moan when he presses his knuckles into a particularly knotted spot at the small of your back. “I think I’m in love with you.”

He spews out a laugh, sounding utterly delighted with this information. “And all it took was a measly little massage for you to come to this realization?”

“Among other things...” You murmur contentedly into the pillow.

“Give me a comprehensive list when you get a chance,” He leans over you to place a kiss to your shoulder, runs his hands south to knead at the soft flesh at your hips. “I need to know what I’ve been doing right.”

“Well, first on the list, —whatever magic you’re doing with your hands right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Next up…mmhm, that one thing you do with your tongue.”

You pause, thighs squeezing together at the memory of the many times his head has been between your thighs. “Actually, that might be number one.”

“Might be?” He scoffs. “Well clearly I haven’t been doing it nearly as good as I should have. Simply unacceptable.” He enunciates his indignation by flipping you onto your back, amusing himself with the drowsy giggle you let out.

He kisses you slow and languid, cupping your jaw in his hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb as if in appreciation for getting to touch something so precious. He peppers kisses down your neck, inhaling deeply, “Gods, you smell amazing.”

“I smell ridiculous.”

He licks a stripe down your throat in exemplary approval. “Ridiculously delicious. It's absurd, really.”

He dips his head to trail kisses over your collarbone, down your sternum, around your navel, over your hip bones. His hands bunch up the fabric of your dress, tugs it over your waist and gropes tenderly at the expanse of exposed skin.

He takes his time, as if he’s at an altar in solemn devotion. You let out soft, drowsy sighs as he drags his tongue down your midriff, across your hip, as if he needs to taste every part of you.

He looks up at you when he finally dips his head between your thighs, clearly satisfied with the way your head is sunken back against the pillow and your hands have balled up the comforter in little fists, consumed by anticipation.

He hooks an arm under one of your thighs and pulls it over his shoulder, keeping the other pinned to the mattress. He revels in how pliable you are, a weak, loose-limbed little mess spread out before him, barely even able to keep your own eyes open. He can’t help but watch you, truly study you in the state you’re in.

You huff after a full minute of him hovering over your center, his warm breath lighting your nerves on fire. “I thought I was supposed to be going to bed?” 

“I’m just helping you wind down,” He murmurs and places a kiss to your mound just to appease your impatient whines. Your stomach swirls at the long-awaited contact and the mewl you let out would’ve been mortifying if Sebastian’s returning groan wasn’t just as needy . 

He licks a single broad stroke through your folds with the flat of his tongue and you can feel his smirk against your skin when your hips squirm from the contact.

“Look at you,” He coos, taunting, rubbing your slickness in with the pad of a finger. “You’re clearly too worked up to sleep at the moment.” 

You’re too drained to argue for your obvious lack of energy and Sebastian’s ministrations certainly aren’t helping.

You’re half-asleep, half-kept-awake by the soft kitten licks he devotes to your cunt, slow and measured, the same way one would lap at an ice-cream cone they really, really wanted to savor. Patience was never a virtue Sebastian possessed,  yet he was managing to exude it with every brush of his tongue, infuriatingly calm and stoical.

“Oh, god—” Your gasp is strangled when he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. He does it knowing full well it’d make your hips jerk, make you push futilely at his head with weak hands and tired muscles.

“I know, angel,” He pushes you back down against the mattress, folds his forearm over your stomach to keep your hips pinned down. “Relax, it’s alright. Let me make you feel good.”

He tongues at you, slow and deliberate, for what feels like hours, until there’s a wet spot in the linen sheets underneath you and you’re whining his name through breathless pants. He seems content with spending eternity with his head between your legs and dangling you on the precipice of your orgasm with soft, feather-light kisses.

“Please, please...” 

Your hands have long fallen limp over your stomach, too listless to thread your fingers through his hair. You’re a languid mess and he seems to like you like this, dwindling between the lines of consciousness and only kept awake by your desperate desire to come. 

“My pretty baby. So sleepy, hm? Poor thing.” He hums against your skin, and you’re so close it hurts. You’re too limp to press his lips to your cunt with your hands, to rock your hips and chase your orgasm the way you normally would. You just let your head loll back against the pillow and whimper his name like it’s a prayer. 

“You’re so beautiful like this. Just a little longer.”

Only when there’s tired tears pricking at your eyes and the knot below your navel is wound so tight that you feel like your entire body might snap, does he finally push you over the edge.

It’s not the violent, body-wrecking kind of climax he’s pulled from you so many times, not the freefall from the height of a staggering cliff. It’s more of a smooth descent, the drop-off on a rollercoaster that makes your stomach swoop. The kind that starts high and ends low, seeps through your entire body like sticky-hot molasses.

He manages to make it just as slow and drawn-out as the process it took to get you there. He keeps your legs open with his palm spread over your thigh, even as you try to fold into yourself. He groans at the sensation of you cumming against his mouth, his hips rutting mindlessly against the mattress. He blissfully laps at you and rides you through it until you dissolve into a puddle of shallow, shuddering pants.

He places kisses to the inside of your thighs while you tremble, murmurs praises against your skin, “Beautiful. Love watching you come apart for me.”

When he crawls up your body and finally presses his mouth to yours, you can taste yourself on his tongue. 

It’s soft and tender, and his chin is sticky, and it’s all just so good that you feel as if you’ve died and gone to heaven. He smiles against your lips when he realizes you’re too drowsy to even kiss him back properly, beyond pleased with your lethargy.

“Good?”

You’re too incoherent for words, but the lazy little hum of agreement you let out is just as satisfactory. 

He breathes out a laugh. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me, do you realize that?” 

He kisses you once more before he pulls back to take in the state of your flushed cheeks and tear-damp lashes, still fluttering in their weak attempts to stay open. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight.

“It’s alright,” He murmurs through a kiss pressed to your forehead. “Sleep.”

He rights your rumpled camisole that’s been bunched up at your waist and smooths back the stray hairs sticking to your cheeks. You let him adjust you how he sees fit and fluff up the pillows around you until you’re properly swaddled to his liking.

He leans in to nose at your jaw, reveling in how warm you are and stealing as many kisses as he pleases. He leaves whispered promises that he knows you won’t hear, traces vows with his fingertips over the soft expanse of your skin. 

Only after your breathing’s finally steadied out and you’re curled into yourself does he pick himself up from his spot on the edge of your bed. He allows himself a final chaste kiss to the soft patch of skin on your shoulder that’s peeking out from under the covers, before he slips out the door silently. 

In the quiet of the empty hallway, his skin still buzzing from your touch, he makes his way back to his room with a soft, pleasure-drunk smile tugging at his lips.

[a-d-nox]

what your tarot deck thinks about how you spend your time

grab your tarot deck, a piece of paper, and a pen! make a list of everything you do that takes up a majority of your time - number these tasks (this is the number that corresponds to the task AND how many cards you need). ask your deck "what do you think about the time i spend on my tasks?" while looking at your list. below are some ideas of what the cards you get could mean.

fool

upright: it's new to you but totally worth the risk OR you could delve deeper into it

reversed: you should spend your time doing something else

empress

upright: you are in your element

reversed: take a break OR try approaching this activity from a different perspective

emperor

upright: this activity makes you stronger and is well worth its time

reversed: reallocate your energy

hierophant

upright: time to take some classes OR to start offering your own courses to others

reversed: take a break, you'll come back to it

lovers

reversed: you and this activity are co-dependent (this is really unhealthy, if it has to do with social media), consider setting boundaries or managing the time you spend on the task

chariot / strength

upright: take this activity to the next level

reversed: practice makes proficiency - keep trying, you'll get there

wheel of fortune

reversed: time to let this activity go

justice

reversed: have you considered that this might be a case of "square peg, round hole"?

hanged man

take a step back; there is something you aren't seeing that will help you to make your activity even easier or more fun for you

death/tower/judgment

something about this activity has changed and you have to let it (this is very important, if it has to do with socializing)

temperance

upright: don't do this activity alone, if you can help it

reversed: stop forcing the situation - take a break

devil

upright: this activity is not good for you physically, emotionally, and/or mentally

star

upright: this activity is perfect for you and it will likely inspire you in other areas of your life

reversed: don't lose hope - give it some time

world

upright: time to wrap up this activity OR you might win/gain something by doing this activity

ace of cups

upright: it's perfect for you

reversed: it's exhausting you - spend your time doing something else

2 of cups

reversed: you might be using too much of your time doing this activity - make space for other things in your life

3 of cups

upright: do this activity with others

4 of cups

you should should spend your time doing things you love, not things that make you feel disappointed

6 of cups

upright: prefect activity

reversed: it's time for you to move on

8 of cups

move on

9 of cups

upright: you are working hard to be good at this activity; keep it up

reversed: you need to not be so cocky about how good you are at this activity, and practice moderation when doing this activity too

10 of cups

upright: perfect and fulfilling activity

page of cups

upright: love this card, especially for creative activities

2 of pentacles

upright: you need to find balance, you are spending too much of your time doing this activity

reversed: you are being irresponsible with your time and your money - you really should reevaluate how you are spending your time

3 of pentacles

upright: this is a great sign that you might make this activity a side hustle

reversed: its okay to take a break

5 of pentacles

upright: i don't believe this activity is good for your mental health

7 of pentacles

upright: you are getting there, you are almost at your goal with this activity - but if you feel like the juice is not worth the squeeze, you can and should stop

8 of pentacles

upright: this activity is well worth it

reversed: you are likely feeling burnt out, so take a break

ace of swords

upright: side hustle potential, for sure

4 of swords

take a break

6 of swords

upright: explore new activities

7 of swords

reversed: try a new approach when it comes to this activity

10 of swords

move on to something else; abandon this activity

3 of wands

upright: delegate other tasks and activities, so you can do this one

5 of wands

reversed: the devils in the details; stop debating what to do with this task, and how to approach it - just jump in and start ("start by starting")

6 of wands

you are going to win something for this activity, keep working on it

8 of wands

do this activity when the mood strikes

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[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Mother Knows Best

Blaise Zabini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: (angst, fucked up family dynamic)

A/N: This is the dress I had in mind in case my description doesn't do it justice. All credit to the artist here. and hair inspo (top right). Also I'm not sure why I keep writing that Blaise hates yellow but it feels right, idk.

Summary: With your parents abhorrent views you doubt they could choose a decent partner.

Word Count: 5.6k

The wizarding community was small which meant that Hogwarts was even smaller. Thankfully you had been able to slip under the radar, which in hindsight was easy since your classmate was Harry Potter. Either way, people wrote you off as timid and boring but the truth was far worse. 

Growing up everything seemed fine you came from a prestigious family that was more than respected. With that came expectations as you were told but understood, you made sure your magic was comparable to no one. You had practiced so much that there were cramps in your hand and wrist regularly. However, the expectations that your parents meant were far more nefarious than being a prefect. 

For your sorting ceremony, you had come from a family of Ravenclaw’s and Slytherin’s so when the hat called out Hufflepuff it seemed a slight pause was taken. There wasn’t explicit disappointment written on your father’s face but you knew what he would have preferred. But in his words at least you weren’t Gryffindor.

Motivation thrummed through your body to make up for less than adequate house. You’d managed to become quite knowledgeable on many subjects, even things as taboo as muggle studies. You’d never dared to take the class but had read a few books out of morbid curiosity. There was never anything explicitly anti-muggle spoken about in your household but deep down you knew better. The kind of family you were born into would never be outspoken about that sort of thing, it’s unbecoming in your mother’s words. 

After the death of Cedric Diggory, more talks of he who shall not be named permeated the community. Some believed it was an unexplainable tragedy while others were in complete denial. Not only were you disgusted by what they did to him you also felt sad for Harry, it was crystal clear what happened. Your parents on the other hand seemed unaffected, that should have been the first sign but you were too busy giving condolences to Harry. 

Next was the stream of people they contacted in the coming months. At first, none of them rang any alarm bells but more and more suspected Death Eaters would permeate your childhood home. A small riff formed between your parents and you, the seemingly loving people who raised you held such nasty views. Visits to your childhood home soon became limited to mandatory holidays under the guise of you studying for your O.W.L.s.

Soon enough you could see exactly where they stood and it terrified you. There wasn’t anyone you could turn to without fearing it would get back to your parents. 

……..

On your scheduled visit home you were indifferent to finding certain members of the Ministry leaving your parent's home. However, as your father stood before you in the foyer expectantly you couldn’t help but wonder why. Usually, it would just be your mother receiving you due to the constant stream of ‘meetings’ your father held. No words were exchanged between you two before he gestured for you to follow him to his office. 

The once warm memories that this house provided now gave way to shivers down your spine. It felt like the closer you were to approaching his office the harder your heart thundered in your chest. Uneasiness settles within you because of your father’s seemingly cold nature. 

Inside his office, he gestured to the seat across from his chair and your heart sank. Although you didn’t feel at home anymore, you didn’t have the heart to fully distance yourself. For so long all of your work was due to upholding the family name and reputation and if you let that go there was nothing else. Your mother gave nothing away while she stood off to the side. 

“As you know darling a war is brewing, and now is the time that our Dark Lord needs his loyal correspondents.” His hands on your shoulders send a cold shiver over you. “And it worries me that my daughter seems to sympathize with mudbloods.” Even though you couldn’t see his face you could only picture the defeat on his face.

“I-” Before you could attempt to defend yourself you were interrupted.

“I thought I had made my expectations for you obvious child.” Your father’s fingers dug into you causing a grimance across your face. “Only for you to embarrass me after I put all of my hopes and dreams into you.” Tears well in your eyes from the pain of both his words and his harsh grip. 

“Have I not given you everything?” In spite of how you’ve felt about his purist ways, his words cause you to scramble to reassure him. After all, you didn’t put in as much work as you had to disappoint him.

“You have and I-” The words become stuck in your throat because of how much you are trying to say at once. “I’m so sorry.” Shame has your head hanging low while your tears wet your pants. “I saw Cedric as a friend and I let my judgment get clouded.” Sobs wrack your body and your father lets his death grip go to comfort you. 

“It’s okay darling sometimes we become a little misguided. As long as we find our way back that’s all that matters.” The same hands that caused your breakdown are now nursing you back with slow circles. Your breathing begins to even out and your father takes that as his cue to continue with what this meeting is really about.

“Now that we’ve taken care of that, I wanted to talk about what we are gathered here for.” His hands clap together in what you assume is excitement, and a glance at your now-smiling mother confirms it. “Tonight we are celebrating your impending nuptials.” 

Never has your head swiveled so quickly, you weren't privy to any marriage conversations. As far as you knew you weren’t promised to anyone but you knew better than to question anything in this moment. From the corner of your eye, you see your mother leave the room and the thundering in your heart amps up once again.

“And what better family to be joined with than the Zabini’s?” Your mother is the one to drop the name of your future husband as she glides into the office again. Behind her, you see the infamous Zabini’s. Everyone is familiar with the Zabini’s, more specifically the rumored black widow Domenica Zabini. Her track record of 7 dead husbands speaks for itself. There was nothing short of perfection about their appearance, not that you expected less.

The joy on your mother’s face feels like you’re in an alternate universe, one that involves a happy family. Somehow you didn’t see the gilded cage that had slowly been closing until it was too late. If there was food in your stomach it would have been thrown up by now. 

“Don’t play coy darling, they’ve come all this way to meet you.” As if your breakdown didn’t just happen your mother ushers you out of the seat before urging you closer. “This will be good for you, for us.” The low tone of her voice leaves no room for opposition. 

Domencia’s keen eyes take you in and you almost can’t believe this woman killed her husbands. There’s nothing overtly cunning or evil-looking about her presence as one would think. Her son, on the other hand, had a menacing demeanor for someone who you’d never heard utter a word. Since Hogwarts was small his best friends Theo and Draco more than made up for his silence. 

His brown eyes are calculated while he takes you in and your heart betrays you by skipping a beat. 

“You’re even more breathtaking in person.” Were the first words you ever heard him speak and you hated to admit how your whole body fluttered. The low register of his voice made it feel like only the two of you were in the room despite your parents lurking off into the corner. 

“So the mythical Blaise does speak?” You keep your voice low like his.

“Considering you are my future wife I’d say it’s imperative.” And just like that the reality of your future comes crashing back to you. 

Blaise gently grabs your hand and brings it to his lips before running his thumb across your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours and you can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to disarm you. Either way, you remember to keep your guard up around him. 

“Is there anywhere for us to talk, privately?” Although you doubt your parents can hear you he still goes the extra mile to bring his lips to the shell of your ear.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Your eyes dart around the room in an attempt to get out of the situation you’ve landed in.

“Afraid you’ll actually come to like me, sweetheart?” Blaise, as observant of ever, notices your hesitation to him despite his very convincing charm.

“No.” Even you weren’t convinced by your answer however, you refused to give him the satisfaction. 

An amused smirk plays on his face and he finds himself more than pleased with this arrangement. The air between you was thick with undeniable tension. 

“You know,” Your mother places her hands on your shoulders gently but that doesn’t stop the small wince on your face, “You should show Blaise around the grounds since he’ll be around a lot.” 

“That would be lovely.” His award-winning smile splits his face in agreeance with your mother. 

Seeing no way out of this you tell him, “Stay close to me.” 

Many would say that your familial land is almost as grand as Hogwarts, but that only applies if you enjoy greenery. The house is incomparable to the vast amounts of land you can explore and observe. Your mother favored her garden and maze, so much so that the familial home was inconsequential to the lands she demanded. 

“I take it you weren’t as up-to-date as your parents led me to believe?” Now that you two were truly alone Blaise saw no need to hold back. 

“I wasn’t but I can’t say I’m completely upset with their choice.” The truth is they went far beyond your expectations.

“So I still have a chance?” He pulls back before the two of you are more than a couple feet from the house. “I must plead my case.” His general nature gives you pause, you’ve never met someone so magnetic.

“And what exactly is your case?” Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“We could make this a long engagement, I don’t mind a wait. Frankly, I enjoy your presence and I wouldn’t mind growing from that.” His hands reach for yours, and somehow it doesn’t seem desperate. 

“You’re making this feel so easy.” As much as you wanted to reject any man sent your way through your parents, Blaise was different. Not to mention you weren’t in a position to bargain.

“I don’t want to force you, but I will promise absolute devotion.” This time when he kisses your knuckles there’s no prying eyes, making the moment much more remarkable.

Truth be told above all else you wanted someone exactly like Blaise, but your parent's involvement sort of ruined the moment. Emotionally you were still reeling from your father’s outburst, and you know it won’t be the last. If you could keep him off your back with this there would be less pressure surrounding any future mistake. 

But that does peg the question of how you’ll fare should this relationship get serious. Would you be the first of many wives for Blaise? The thought sent a chill down your spine and there’s no way you could outright ask. For the time being you decide being a team player is most important and string Blaise along until he tires of you. 

“I would love nothing more.” Maybe you laid it on a little thick but Blaise doesn’t seem to notice or care. 

………….

With news of you and Blaise’s engagement spreading amongst the parents, you knew it wouldn’t take long for the gossip mill at Hogwarts to circulate. By the time you return from your visit whispers follow you through the corridor. 

“So you wanna tell me why everyone is talking about your engagement to Blaise?” Madeline, your closest friend, saddles up next to you as you barrel down the hall.

You slow down your fast pace to pull her into an empty classroom. “I knew my Father held some anti-muggle ideals but now he’s talking about doing the Dark Lord’s bidding. I went home this weekend to find out they had me betrothed to Blaise Zabini.” Your hands find their way to your face in an effort to rub the emotional distress out. “Not to mention he completely freaked out on me for expressing my sympathies for Harry. Mads I’ve never seen him like that, it scared me.” 

“Godric,” She made her way to stand beside you before rubbing your back in gentle circles. Madeline was first assigned as one of your dormmates, she took it upon herself to adopt you. She'd seen first-hand the immense pressure your parents put on you, and in turn the pressure you placed on yourself. “You know you’re always welcome around mine?” 

Although you did know that it would only prolong the inevitable with your parents. Nevertheless, you thank her and rest your head on her shoulder. 

“The worst part is the fact that I don't completely hate Blaise, I mean he would be perfect if my parents hadn’t been the ones to arrange it. Now it feels tainted you know?” Your eyes are glued to the floor while you pour out everything you’d had to hold in this past weekend. 

“Of course, not to mention his mother has an interesting romantic history.” You are glad that you’re not the only one who noticed. 

“But he’s so gorgeous.” You tilt your head away from your best friend with a whimsical sigh. 

“You’re preaching to the choir.” Her agreeance has you craning your neck to blink in surprise at her. 

“Not too much, he’s still my fiance.” Playfully you narrow your eyes at Mads before bursting into laughter with her joining you. 

With your spirits back up the both of you head back into the hall and make your way to the grand hall. Studying would help in taking your mind off of everything else, somehow it was relaxing. The table was decorated with textbooks as you and Madeline delved into your academics. 

“You look even more radiant when you’re focused.” That low drawl had your head quickly swiveling to meet Blaise’s eyes in surprise.

“There’s a lot I need to stay up to date on.” Your answer must have been enough for him to take a seat next to you. But you don’t let his presence deter you from your agenda. Madeline squirms in her seat across from you to get your attention only to give you a knowing look. 

“I’m sure there is,” He lets his eyes fall over your form, and warmth spreads throughout your body at his brazenness. He clears his throat before continuing, “ My mother’s hosting a party next weekend and I was wondering if you’d do me the honor of being my date?”

From the corner of your eye, you could feel Madeline’s widened eyes taking in this conversation. You’re not sure why you expected Blaise to ignore you once you returned to Hogwarts, but strangely you’re pleased he didn’t. Finally, you set your quill down to properly address him.

“I would love that,” You school your features to not look as giddy as you feel. “Any specific dress code requirements?” 

“If you don’t mind I got your measurements from your mother and had a dress commissioned.” He had the gall to look sheepish. 

“And what if I find the dress ugly? What if I had said no?” The questions fly out one after the other.

“Your mother promised me you had no shortage of beautiful gowns, and if you had said no I would have found another way to gift it to you.” His eyes peer down at you while you bashfully glance towards Madeline. Once he leaves you know you’ll never hear the end of this. 

“Well thank you,” For once you are truly rendered speechless and there is no other feeling more embarrassing. 

Blaise, as observant as ever, senses the end of the conversation and readies himself to leave. Before he completely takes off he places a folded piece of paper in your palm and closes it. When his back faces you you let your eyes wander after him with a stupid smile splitting your face. You realize too late that once he reaches his table his friends have already caught you grinning like an idiot. They proceed to clap him on the back and you quickly face Mads only to be met with a teasing grin. 

You resign yourself to laying your head on the table until the smile on your face calms down. When you unfold the piece of paper you find a rough draft of a fluffy green gown. His penmanship impressed you but his eye for detail on the various layers of dresses solidified your opinion.

…………

The box holding the dress Blaise commissioned is sitting on the ottoman by the foot of your bed. It was a deep emerald green with a light green bow wrapping around it. Your mother delivered it with a bright smile as soon as it arrived in the morning. She was adamant about opening it but you wanted to wait, even if the anticipation was killing you too.

Your parents were attending as well but they had been rather agreeable lately. Just as you assumed once you showed interest in being with Blaise they seemingly backed off. The last thing you want is a repeat of what happened.

With the sun setting you begin taking down your hair, and the curls bounce as you rub oil on them. You deliberately save the front braids for last while you finish individually placing each curl. The front of your hair is parted to the right side, and you begin gathering half into a small ponytail. You decide to leave a small piece of hair out from the right side that is curled away from your face. 

A smile graces your face at the finished product and you turn to the box that’s been calling to you all day. The note attached to the bow was the first thing you read. 

I hope the dress is up to your standards -B.Z.

You place the note on your bed and untie the bow before lifting the top. A lavish hunter-green bustier greets you, before fully pulling it out you take note of the silver and black jewels lining the entire top. You carefully grab the strapless top to pull it out of the box and a gasp involuntarily leaves your mouth at the mass of the dress. 

Flowers made of sheer fabric litter the waist and sage green fabric lines the sides of the dress. Layers of tulle overlap with leafy designs that feature silver accents. You had never seen a dress as beautiful as the one in front of you, Blaise clearly had an eye for fashion. The drawing he gave didn’t do the dress enough justice.

Progressively you place the dress on the floor and step into it. Perfect is the only word to describe it as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. Even in low light, the jewels sparkle enticingly and you note that he used his house color on you. You do a spin before heading to your jewelry box, only to find that you missed a matching necklace and earring set at the bottom. The dangly earrings remind you of snowflakes and the necklace matches the gems atop your dress.

“Please tell me you’re rea-” Your mother bustles into your room but pauses mid-sentence at you. “My, you look stunning.” She slowly circles you before noting the jewelry in your hand and she gestures for you to face the mirror. She delicately takes out your stud earrings and replaces them with the one Blaise gifted you. When she reaches into the box for the necklace a gasp, much like your earlier one, leaves her red-tinted lips.

“When he asked me about your measurements I never expected this.” She circles her arms over your head to gingerly lay the necklace over your sternum. Her polished nails circle your shoulders for a gentle squeeze, “Let's finish up before your father storms in here.” 

She sits you down on your vanity chair before pulling out a brown lipstick and gloss. You tilt your head back to allow her an easier time and her sweet perfume fills your nostrils. Once she finishes she steps back to admire her handiwork with a smile. She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by your father’s call.

“We are now thirty minutes late,” The both of you share a silent laugh before heading downstairs to put on shoes and meet your father. 

………..

Blaise is bored out of his mind waiting for you, he was surrounded by friends but it was clear he was anxiously awaiting your arrival. Although he thought you would like the dress he couldn’t be sure, maybe it was a bad idea to not consult you. 

“Oh cheer up Zabini your girlfriend’ll be here soon.” Theodore’s quip was met with laughter from Draco. 

“Not girlfriend, fiancee.” Malfoy corrects Theo before Blaise can open his mouth to say the same thing. While they laugh Blaise rolls his eyes before scanning the hall once more. Theodore could sense how his friend felt despite him trying to downplay it.

“Is there an actual ring or is this a vocal agreement?” Draco decided to push his limits 

“There’s plenty of rings but we aren’t there yet kind of like you and Astoria.” Draco rolls his eyes at the reminder of his love life. “And who knows when a woman will become agreeable to your presence Nott.”

Both boys exchanged looks of amusement at Blaise’s snappy tone.

Time seems to stand still when he spots you at the entrance of his mother’s grand hall. His heart thunders as he realizes you are wearing the dress he helped create. The low light of the room captures the shimmering jewels that line the dress and he can’t recall anyone as lovely as you. For once he is rooted in place unable to fulfill the greeting he had prepared.

“I think I understand now mate.” Theodore is stumped in place as well when he follows Blaise’s line of sight.

Everyone in the hall spares a glance at you, how could they not? The dress gives the illusion that you are gliding across the floor. His mother intercepts your family and focuses on you. It’s obvious she’s fawning over how alluring you are. Your eyes scan the crowd scantily and Blaise takes that as his cue.

“I’ll catch up with you two later.” He doesn’t spare his friends a glance as he makes his way through the crowd to you.

When your eyes lock with his he internally melts, the closer he gets the more you steal his breath away. A symphony with booming music plays in his head to match his beating heart. 

You straighten your posture when Blaise stands before you in a three-piece emerald green tailman suit. His hand collects yours before bowing to kiss your knuckles, and after he comes up you curtsey before him. Your dress pools around you in the most elegant way before you slowly come up again. It was nearly impossible to rip his eyes away from you but he had to greet your parents before whisking you off. 

“Would you mind excusing us?” Blaise’s polite manner brings joy to your mother’s face and approval to your father's. 

“Of course not,” Your mother and Domencia are quick to shoo you and him away. 

His hand glides around to the small of your back while he guides you to the refreshment table. The array of food makes it hard for you to pick anything and he senses your indecision. He hands you a plate to pick as much as you want.

“Thank you, for the dress it really is amazing. Your drawing was beautiful but I never expected anything like this.” The sparkle in your eyes is all he wanted to see. 

“Anything for you.” His declaration left you speechless once again so you focus on picking your food. 

He then leads you to your table to eat but you hesitate before moving to sit. Blaise angles your body and dress to sit comfortably in his lap. Your stomach flutters for the umpteenth time and you try to look anywhere besides his face. 

“This was your plan all along huh? Create this elaborate dress so I’m woefully dependent on you.” You begin trying the various foods on your plate while Blaise watches you. 

“If I’m being honest I wish I had come up with that, but I did want to see you in a beautiful gown. Maybe steal a dance or two.” His complete focus was on you enjoying your treacle tart. 

“Nobody else is dancing though,” You spare a glance around to find everyone mingling while the live band plays quietly. 

“So?” His head was being cradled by his large hand as he searched your eyes. 

“You must be the fiancee, we’ve heard so much about you.” Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott step into view on the other side of the table.

“I kind of miss Zabini when he was quiet and mysterious.” Theodore jokingly pouts his lips at Blaise before taking his seat. 

“Fuck off,” Blaise tries to look annoyed but everyone catches the slight crack in his face. 

“The only Blaise I’ve encountered is the lovesick puppy variant.” The boys roar with laughter at your one-liner. 

“As much as I love this conversation, I should probably do a couple of laps around the room,” He places his hands on your hips before addressing you, “You think you’ll be okay with these vultures for a couple of minutes?” 

“I think I’ll be alright,” The mischievous grin on your face convinced him and you stood up so he could fulfill his hosting duties. 

“That's the spirit,” Malfoy clapped his hands at your willingness to entertain them. “Shall we get you a drink to catch up with us?” 

“As long as it’s fire whiskey.” Your agreeance has them flagging down the nearest server for a round of glasses. 

Surprisingly talking with Draco and Theo is easy, mostly because they’ve been shit-talking Blaise. You keep your intake of whiskey to two glasses to keep your wits about you. This wasn’t that kind of party. 

They tell the story of how Blaise was knocked off his broom by an ex-girlfriend's spell. A re-enactment of how he flailed for 30 feet ensued but luckily the table was toward the back. You’d been breathing in short bursts for the past few minutes and you hope for a reprieve.

“Alright if you all don’t mind I’ll be stealing her for a dance,” Blaise’s hand stretches out to you before he calls, “M’lady.” 

One last giggle escapes from your lips when you place your hand in his and slowly rise from your chair. On the way to the middle of the floor, you realize the band is playing a much louder tune than before. Blaise’s steps slow and his hand guides you around to the front of him while your dress flows flawlessly. 

Each of you repeats the bow and curtsey from earlier but this time you keep eye contact. Once both of you are upright you wait for the musical cue to begin your first step. When the violinist begins their solo you step forward attaching one hand to his right shoulder and the other in his left hand. His hand envelops yours before sliding down to the small of your back, just above the flowers.

Just like you thought you two were the only ones about to dance, and people were quickly realizing that. 

“Don’t look around, I want to see those beautiful eyes aimed at me.” With warm cheeks, you gaze up at Blaise who smiles back at you taking the first step in the dance. Completely confident in your steps, you follow his lead while he guides you in circles.

“This dress is the best gift anyone’s ever given me and don’t even get me started on the jewelery, thank you.” You step back as Blaise raises his arm to spin you, showcasing the multiple layers of tulle whirling around you. 

“Does this mean I need to begin drafting another?” The moment you step back into each other’s space it feels as if the whole room is empty save for you two.

“If I could make a request, would you mind yellow?” The slight grimace crossing his face makes you laugh.

“And your very first flaw rears its ugly head.” You swallow the chuckle that wants to escape so that you can back away from Blaise once more. This time you both take a step to your left before holding your palms close but not touching. With your left hand behind your back, you keep your eyes on the only person in the room as you walk in a circle. 

“Where would I even wear another dress like this?” Events like this don’t exactly happen every week.

“I’ll plan another party for you.” His words cause your heartbeat to thunder in your chest you almost thought he could hear it. 

All playful banter between you ceased and all that could be heard were the strings of violins increasing in tempo. At the same time, you turn so that your right hand can hold a sliver of space between them. Something within his eyes made a jolt run through your body as if you took Amortentia.

With the tempo slightly decreasing it was time for you to stand side by side, facing the fireplace and his hand guiding you backward. Now that the both of you are facing each other once again you circle the other in a figure-eight motion. If you were thinking about anything other than Blaise you would feel ridiculous but there was nothing else running through your mind. 

His mouth firmly remains in a smile and yours mirrors his if the strain in your cheeks had any say. Your dance comes to an end when you face each other before your last curtsey. Applause fills the room and you remember you’re not alone. 

“I think it’s time for a tour.” Blaise bends down to speak lowly into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

“I would love that.” You place your hand on his bicep and follow his lead out of the ballroom.  

The corridors are dim with only candles lighting your path. Your heels click rhythmically in time with Blaise’s steps, echoing off the walls. 

“You’re enjoying yourself I take it?” Even though he meant to sound sure you could hear the doubt in his voice.

“I love it, I love this dress, and spending time with you isn’t terrible.” Everything about tonight has been great and you were starting to come around to the idea of actually being with Blaise. Maybe the deal with his mother’s dead husband had a logical explanation. 

“That sparkle in your eye tells me it’s a little better than terrible.” He slows to a stop before sliding his arm around your waist. An alcove that has stained glass lets the moonlight shine through allowing the colors to reflect off your skin. 

“It would kill me to admit my parents are right.” Your whisper causes the biggest smirk to split his face and you almost retract your statement. 

“It would kill me if you were to let that stop you.” Both of his hands find themselves planted on your waist playing with the jewels.

After a moment of looking at you his thumb and forefinger lift your head so he can press his lips delicately to yours. You tilt your head to kiss him back while your hands find purchase on his biceps. The way his thumb caresses your cheek makes you lose all inhibitions. Suddenly your hand wraps around the back of his neck to bring his lips closer, your poor dress getting squished in the process. 

It felt like the two of you were molded together, if someone walked past they wouldn’t know where you end and Blaise begins. A groan sounds from him as he slides his hand from your face to the back of your neck, balling his fist full of your hair. When he pulls a gasp leaves your lips and allows him to slide his tongue in. 

“Godric, save that for the honeymoon.” Theodore’s voice and Draco’s laugh feel like cold water being poured over you. Blaise’s hand leaves your hair but stays around your waist while you keep both of your hands at your side. Lip gloss makes his lips irregularly shiny and you're tempted to wipe it but you're interrupted. 

“Your mother’s asking for the both of you, so we did you a favor and came ourselves.” Draco smiles before raising his glass of fire whiskey and tipping it back.

You and Blaise begin leading the long trek back to the ballroom. 

“They’re going to breed like gnomes.” There was no telling who mumbled that out but it resulted in laughter spilling out from everyone.

[kangen-wanshi]

Good morning! My request for the followers event is “for once, please, let me protect you” with Sebek from Twisted Wonderland. Thank you!

Promise ft. Sebek Zigvolt

He made a promise to you after an unpleasant incident that nearly cost you your life.

Tags: sfw, reader suffered an injury, mention of bullying, has a possessive undertone if you squint a little bit, reader getting called stupid (affectionately), no gendered reference

300 followers prompt events! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

Sebek had never run so quickly in his life. When he heard that you had been sent to the infirmary, he made haste to find you in an instant at that very moment, apologizing to Malleus - The Malleus Draconia that he adorned so much with his life - that he didn’t really have the time to hear the full explanation from Jack about the why you’re there in the first place.

Sebek loves his young Master, but if he was made aware that you, a human, one that he swore to protect too, have come to harm right when he’s around the corner, he could never bring his face up to the dragonic Fae.

When he barged into the infirmary it didn't take long to spot which space you occupy in. Ace sitting with his back turned towards the door, blocking you from his sight, followed by Deuce who stood by the end of your bed. The latter spotted Sebek’s sudden yet expected visit, as he immediately tugged on the red head’s arm, and encouraged him to leave your side for a brief moment to give the Diasomnia student a time with you.

Ace opened his mouth in protest - but when he made eye contact with Sebek, and see an unrecognizable expression of guilt, he shut his mouth, sighed, muttering about how ridiculous this situation is, before picking up Grim ,who had fallen asleep from excessive worrying, from the bed and stormed out of the room with Deuce following suit.

Before he left, Sebek’s gloved hand had halted him by the shoulder. He didn’t even utter a single word for his question to transpire: What happened.

Deuce knitted his brows, scowl on his face as he turned away from Sebek, “Some seniors were picking on the Prefect during our flight lesson,” he confessed, spits of venom splattered across his words, “They casted a long-ranged spell from behind the woods - the Prefect was up in the air and-”

“Thank you, Deuce.” Those were enough. He thought. He doesn’t need to hear more of it. Had Deuce continued with his story, Sebek would’ve immediately switched his destination to wherever these ‘seniors’ are, to act out on his own justice over your safety. But no, not now. He wanted to keep his rage and focus on you.

So Deuce left, giving Sebek - and you - one last look before leaving the infirmary to follow Ace and the furry little member of their group.

You had watched their little interaction from where you sat up on the bed. A small, pitiful and tired smile on your face as you gaze up to Sebek. Such a simple sight of your smile would send him to the moon - but not now. With how bandages are wrapped around your head and scratches all over your skin and your uniform, Sebek couldn’t focus on your beauty and charm, rather, he couldn’t help but clench his knuckles white.

“Sebek -”

“What happened?”

“O- oh, uh, some upperclassmen were just.. Feeling like practicing long ranged spells when we’re around to practice, I suppose..” You lowered your gaze, “Uh, Jade said he’d take care of them, so-”

“What happened?” Sebek pressed on. He knows you’re hesitating with your answer. You’ve been in this campus for long, you’ve gained friends, you've gained foes, but with each powerful allies you’ve gained - such as his young master - everyone on campus should know not to mess with the magicless Prefect of Ramshackle if they wish to graduate alive.

Something else happened.

You hesitated. But he knew that look in your eyes, you’re processing your thoughts. When you bite your lips, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, shifting your gaze away from him. So he let you think, he let you take your time, if he knew anything, is that you have a reason for everything you do.

So you finally admitted, your pitiful and pained look now shifted to something akin to his - rage.

“They were mocking you.” You confessed, “They called you obnoxious,” you added, “Annoying,” and you added, “A painful thorn on the side,” and you added, “And-”

At this point, your knuckles turned white from clutching the sheet. 

“- I had to give them a piece of my mind.”

“Did you-” You cut him off with a snicker, “Some seniors they are, couldn’t even fight me right in front of my face, huh?” The first time you looked up to him, with your bruised lips, you gave him a prideful grin, “Couldn’t even beat a little magicless me! Even without Grimm’s help I can beat ‘em easily. Some senior-ass they are.”

Ah. He recalled it now. Just a few days ago, he saw you all covered in dust and scratches. You admitted that you just came face to face with a bully and won, and he let it slide because you came out unscathed due to your victory.

But look how it turned out. They came back - and they came back worse. All because you were-

“- You were.. Defending me?” The insults you had sputtered out about him said by others went past his head, his eyes widened as he stared at your grinning face, “Why? For something so small such as that you shouldn’t have - How stupid can you be?!”

Sebek snapped, raising his voice in an instant when the reason behind your action finally registered in his mind, “When will you realize how truly weak you are?! You’re just a human, a magicless one at that, and yet you’re so recklessly going to seek trouble for something so fleeting such as an insult?! Even one that isn't directed towards you?! Why would you-”

“It’s not stupid!” You snapped back, flinching when your sore cheek stabbed your flesh with sting, which, dragged Sebek back to the reality of your condition as he visibly flinched.

“You’re important to me.” You continued, now with a whisper loud enough for him to hear, “Way too damn important for me to let some - scrawny senior wannabes insult you like that. And if you know anything about me which, I’m sure you’re fully aware of,” You scoffed at his dumbfounded silence, “You know I’m stubborn about insults.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You are, in fact, stupid in his eyes. To fight off seniors who may be skilled in magic casting, all over insults that were directed towards him. Ridiculous. Reckless. You-

-And he broke down. A heavy, long exhale escaped past his lips as he squatted down next to your bed. His gloved hands are buried in his hair, his head lowered to face the floor beneath him. He couldn’t deal with you. You’re way too much for him. Too strong, too stubborn, yet too vulnerable to be left fighting alone all on your own. And he couldn’t leave you be. Not when you fight so hard for his sake.

“Please,” he pleaded, “Don’t ever do such a thing, ever again.”

You parted your lips, ready to argue with him once more, before his hands snapped up and grabbed yours gently, yet firmly, holding it securely within his own.

“At least, let me be by your side when you decide to do anything reckless like such,” he made eye contact with you. Now, with pleas in his eyes, concern, and devotion. One that you’d expect to see when he speaks about his young master.

“I couldn’t-” he paused, letting himself breathe between his words, “You’ve done so much. Too much. I couldn’t let you suffer from such minor inconvenience caused by scoundrels who couldn’t even see where they stood.”

“So please, for once, let me be the one who protects you.”

“Have you perhaps forgotten that I’m a knight, human?” he managed to slip in some humor and a chuckle, “I would be driven to shame beyond Sevens’ comprehension if I couldn’t even protect the one I hold dear. How would I protect the young master if I couldn’t even protect you?”

There he is. Beyond his anger, his plot of revenge, and his adoration for you, he managed to slip in some smile to entertain you and your giggles. Pulling your hand up towards his face, he planted a firm kiss to your bandaged knuckles, down to your fingers, and towards your delicate palms.

Yes. He won’t let you be dressed in such a manner anymore. No more bandages over your skin, no more bruises around your beautiful face. This time, he will be the one covered in others suffering for your sake.

After all, he promised to protect you, and Sebek’s loyalty is anything but a promise of his life.

[revivemyreverie]

Ugh…why did I have to go out of everyone..?!

Hello!! Made an SSR card along with its groovy for @starry-night-rose ‘s fan event! Read more features a short story, the cards without the banners, and Saga’s outfit design! Do enjoy!

Step, one, two

Step, one, two

With the way the gloomy stranger dances across the floor, most students would not believe the fact that a mere hour before, he was tripping on himself trying to get into the building. The slippers he wore were not even fitted correctly, as he was forced to attend this glittering ball with little time to procure an outfit.

Still, none of that matters anymore. Not when even a mere glance given to him makes his heart jump. His partner twirls him around once more, and he mentally thanks his justice-driven friend from ignihyde for his aid in an impromptu dance lesson. He makes the right step as the music changes, allowing him to switch partners.

Step, one, two

Step, one, two

The internal chant may be silly, yes, but it beat making a scene and being recognized for a crime far more horrifying than falling on his face. He’s dipped downwards and pulled right back up just as the music dies down, and the dancers return back to their friends.

He lets out a sigh, before catching the glance of a certain Ramshackle student. Yuu, who learned of the stranger’s hatred of being captured on photo long ago, opts to not snap a picture. Instead, they walk over to him, hoping to comfort his ever-growing paranoia. His hair is coming apart, likely from all the dancing. The prefect puts aside the camera and adjusts it, and is caught in the gaze of the forlorn man’s single blue eye.

A silence gathers as one looks at the other. The stranger speaks before Yuu can.

SAGA: Hey…why are you staring at me like that..? You’re making me nervous…

He surely is not the belle of the ball, not by a long run. But to a small few, Saga might have been the most enchanting person they’ve seen that night.