Relationship: Skelita Calaveras/Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon, Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon
Characters: Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Skelita Calaveras, Jinafire Long, Abbey Bominable, Heath Burns
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, TV Special: Scaris City of Frights, Established Relationship Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon, Crushes, Crush at First Sight, Cleo and Deuce have a crush on Skelita, Flirting, Getting Together, Polyamory, Cute, Fluff, Desert Island, Being Lost, Mentioned Clawdeen Wolf, Kraken Attack, Humor, Blushing, hand holding, Skelita joins Cleo and Deuce's Relationship, Kissing, Skull Shores, Happy Ending
Words: 2,623
Summary:
The situation with Clawdeen’s sketchbook wasn’t ideal for anyone—it was quite honestly a major headache for every monster involved—yet it was the perfect opportunity for Cleo and Deuce to spend time with and get to know Skelita better.
AKA Cleo and Deuce both have a crush on Skelita and what better time to flirt than when all three of them are stuck together on a deserted island?
Notes:
This is a commission for @cozyrei! Thank you so much again for commissioning me!!!💖 I had so much fun writing this and I'm so glad you loved it!!💕
Cleo chatted with Deuce while the two waited in line for their plane with the rest of their friends and classmates. Though it was more of a one sided conversation, with Cleo gushing over all the stuff she had bought in Scaris while Deuce listened.
“And don’t even get me started on the necklace I got from this amazing Boo-Tique! It's made with gems from deep within the mountains of—”
“Oh my ghoul, I love your scarf!” A soft voice interrupted her rambling.
“Who has the nerve to interrupt the Cleo de—?!” Cleo turned around with a glare, yet her words died on her tongue as she saw Skelita behind her. The girl was quite cute—not to mention she also loved fashion—making it hard for Cleo to stay mad. “—I mean… you have a good eye! My scarf is made from authentic mummy bandages that are over thousands of years old.”
Cleo bragged, twirling her scarf as she posed, making sure the skeleton girl saw her good side. Skelita’s eyes lit up with awe as she examined the scarf, admiring its craftsmanship.
“It's truly a beautiful piece.” Skelita mused. “It matches perfectly with your dress without taking too much away from either piece.”
“But of course. I’m a de Nile so my clothes are always the best of the best.” Cleo smiled, enjoying the attention she was getting from the adorable girl. “You should see my—”
Cleo rambled on and on, the two losing themselves in an intense conversation about fashion. Deuce nodded along as the two ladies talked, not fully understanding most of the conversation but enjoying how happy the two were and how well they got along. The conversation went on and on with no signs of slowing down—let alone stopping—anytime soon.
“Skelita, we’re about to board.” Jinafire’s voice called out, forcibly bringing their passionate chat to a halt.
“My apologies. But I’d love to talk with you more later. I greatly enjoyed chatting with you.” Skelita smiled, waving farewell before walking over to join Jinafire in line.
Cleo and Deuce shared a knowing look as Skelita walked away, the two silently agreeing that the shy skeleton girl was irresistibly cute.
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The situation with Clawdeen’s sketchbook wasn’t ideal for anyone—it was quite honestly a major headache for every monster involved—yet it was the perfect opportunity for Cleo and Deuce to spend time with and get to know Skelita better.
“Mira! Look at this place! Es muy fantástico!” Skelita exclaimed as she took photos on her phone. She was amazed by Fangladesh’s beautiful sights.
Though Cleo on the other hand wasn’t nearly as happy as she sat on her portable throne.
“Are. You. Serious?!” The mummy shrieked, her hands waving dramatically to emphasize her words. “Do you have any idea what this humidity will do to our beautiful hair?!”
The gargoyles fanning her sped up, desperately trying to fan the humidity away. Cleo waved her hand, gesturing towards Skelita. “Don’t just fan me, fan her too!”
“Gracias. But I’m okay.” Skelita smiled, focused on taking photos of a monster that was juggling a variety of knives. Despite her words, a gargoyle still rushed over to her, doing its best to fan her.
“Nonsense!” Cleo fretted over her. “Here let me—”
“Stampede!” Abbey shouted.
Cleo never got the chance to finish her sentence as the thudding footsteps of large elephants barreled towards them at an alarming speed, leaving them barely anytime to react.
“Look out!” Cleo grabbed Skelita, holding her tight on her throne and out of the way of one of the stampeding elephants.
“Gracias!” Skelita smiled at Cleo from where she sat on her lap. Her face was close to Cleo’s, making the mummy’s face feel warm.
“Oh, there’s no need to thank me.” Cleo tried to hide her blush with her normal confidence, though it was short lived as another elephant rapidly ran straight towards them.
“Watch out!” Deuce jumped in front of the two ghouls, removing his glasses just in the nick of time. The elephant skidded to a halt, turned instantly from a living beast to a giant statue. He put his glasses back on before turning towards the two. “Are you ghouls okay?”
“We are.” Skelita smiled shyly at Deuce as Cleo helped her stand back up. “Gracias Deuce.”
“Uh oh.” Deuce fumbled over his words, scratching the back of his neck as his face grew warm. “It's no problem at all.”
They didn’t have time to talk more, the group of monsters frantically chasing after the sketchbook. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to track down and was easy to grab off the slumbering elephant.
Unfortunately, as soon as they got it back, the book was gone again just as quickly. Snatched away by a bird that flew away too quickly for anyone to stop it.
Luckily though, Cleo had more than enough credit cards to provide a way to chase after it. So everyone divided into two groups—Cleo and Deuce made sure they were paired up with Skelita—and boarded the hot air balloons.
Once in the sky, Deuce and Cleo took advantage of the opportunity to get to know Skelita better. They chatted about this and thought, whatever came to mind really. It was cute to watch Skelita talk about stuff she was passionate about, her face lighting up as she spoke.
“I have millions of pets that I get to see each winter when they migrate back to Hexico. They’re Monarch mariposas. I love to be surrounded by their soft, fluttering beauty.” Skelita gushed. “I’ve actually designed quite a few clothes inspired by them, I can show you sometime—”
“You know, I’m no stranger to the ‘flame game’ myself.” Heath’s boisterous voice interrupted their conversation even from so far away. The three looked over to see Heath carelessly waving his flaming hand around.
“Dude, careful.” Deuce called over.
“This is the Heath-meister you’re talking to.” Heath leaned on the edge of the balloon's basket, his flaming hand instantly burning away the rope that connected the two balloons. “Name one time I wasn’t careful.”
Deuce tied a rope around his waist, striking a heroic pose before leaping off the side of the balloon. He reached out towards Heath, their hands missing by an inch.
“Woah!” Deuce shouted as he fell.
“No!” Cleo screamed. She and Skelita rushed to the edge of the balloon, yet when they peered over the edge, there was no sign of the gorgon.
“I am totally doing that again.” Deuce chuckled behind them. The two girls turned to see Deuce standing on the edge of the basket. He backflipped off the edge, free falling back down below the basket. He spins and twists, doing all sorts of tricks to show off to the two girls watching him.
“That’s amazing!” Skelita said in awe.
Deuce was so caught up in impressing them he failed to notice the other balloon drifting farther and farther away from them. Cleo also failed to notice, too busy admiring Skelita’s look of awe. That is, until Skelita’s eyes widened.
“Uh, guys.” The skeleton girl pointed to the other balloon that was quickly disappearing from view.
“Dude…” Deuce landed back on the balloon, the three all starting in shock as their friends vanished, leaving the three of them by themselves.
Cleo texted the others that they would see them soon, yet no sooner than the message had been sent, they drifted off course directly into a whole nother problem.
“Es no bueno.” Skelita’s eyes widened in fear as a kraken emerged from the depths of the ocean beneath them, its large orange tentacle swatting at their small balloon.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be okay.” Deuce comforted her with a gentle pat on the back.
“There’s no need to be scared, Skelita. I have just the thing to save us.” Cleo smirked as she held up an amulet. “According to this amulet—if I rub it three times, it will transport us to their location.”
Cleo rubbed the amulet three times, a bright beam of blue light appearing from the small stone. Except the beam kept going up until it hit the balloon above them, popping it instantly. The balloon immediately began to fall, the three clinging onto each other as they rapidly descended.
“Oh.” Cleo’s face sank as she reread the amulet. “It says ‘do not rub it three times’... I’ve got to brush up on my hieroglyphics…”
Cleo’s heart sank. She had wanted to make Skelita feel better quickly, yet she had read it wrong in her haste, thus only making the skeleton girl feel even worse as they all plummeted towards their doom.
Cleo and Deuce hugged Skelita close, doing their best to cushion her fall. Though admittedly, it was Deuce who took the brunt of the harsh landing, falling to the ground of the basket with the two girls on top of him.
“Are you alright?” Cleo quickly stood up, holding out a hand to help Skelita to her feet.
“I’m fine.” Skelita reassured her.
Deuce stood up and the three exited the destroyed balloon, finding themselves on a beach completely surrounded by large rock formations.
“Why does this place look so familiar?” Cleo remarked as they walked farther into the island. It felt like she had been here before, its name on the tip of her tongue. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she just could not recall a single thing about this place.
“I don’t know. Hmm.” Deuce thought for a moment. “But we should probably make a fire so that planes know we’re stranded down here.”
“Don’t worry, I have just the thing.” Cleo pulled out another amulet, rubbing it as a large beam of light blasted up into the sky. Deuce held onto Skelita, helping to brace her against the wind that threatened to knock them over.
The beam disappeared quickly, along with the forest around it, revealing what were once buildings now turned to dust.
Tikkis appeared on every side of Cleo, angrily pointing their spears at her. Cleo’s eyes widened as past memories returned to her before her face fell.
“Now I remember…” A building collapsed behind her and Cleo sheepishly smiled at Skelita. The mummy’s face felt warm, embarrassment creeping in after having messed up in front of Skelita. “I totally meant to do that…”
Cleo tried to play it off, which earned a quiet giggle from Skelita. Cleo’s mood instantly brightened at the soft yet sweet sound, relieved that she hadn’t totally ruined everything with the skeleton girl.
The tikkis pointed their spears closer, forcing the trio away from their destroyed village. The three monsters ended up in the left eye of Skull Shores’ namesake, left with no supplies and no way to find their way home.
“So, how about that fire?” Deuce suggested.
“Muy bien. That sounds like a good plan.” Skelita agreed.
Deuce led the way back down into the forest, gathering some sticks while Cleo watched.
“Here, let me help.” Skelita insisted.
“Oh don’t worry, I got this.” Deuce said right as he attempted to walk between two trees that were close together while holding a trick that was much longer. It stopped him in his tracks, sending him falling to the ground like a character in a cartoon.
“Are you okay?” Skelita giggled as she helped him up, Deuce’s hand growing warm from the contact.
“Yeah, never better.” Deuce mumbled dumbly, still not letting go of Skelita’s hand.
A moment of silence passed before he awkwardly pulled his hand back.
“So anyway, those sticks—” Deuce resumed gathering sticks while Skelita watched, since the couple kept insisting she didn’t need to help because Deuce had it handled. Also because they both secretly wanted to protect her and keep her safe.
Deuce walked in front of the two girls while Cleo walked beside her, chatting about this and that with her to kill the time.
“And then my abuela— ah!” Skelita tripped over a rock, nearly falling over the edge of the steep mountain path before Cleo and Deuce grabbed her. “Gracias”
For the rest of the walk, Cleo remained glued to Skelita’s side, holding her hand so that she didn’t trip or fall again. It was certainly only so that she could protect the skeleton girl and not because she enjoyed holding her hand. Certainly not.
Deuce set up and started the fire while Cleo chatted with Skelita. After that the three discussed various ways to escape the island, yet each and everyone ended in failure or were simply impossible. Yet no matter what happened, Cleo and Deuce did their best to keep Skelita safe, whether it was from a tiny rock tripping her or making sure she didn’t accidentally hurt herself on a fairly pointy plant.
The more time that passed, the closer the three grew. Cleo and Deuce dropped subtle flirts here and there, growing bolder in their affections the more Skelita shyly flirted back.
Despite their terrible circumstances, it wasn’t too terrible since they got to spend it with just the three of them together. Yet during a conversation between the three, a brilliant idea finally struck.
“Oh! Oh! I got it!” Cleo exclaimed. “I know how to get the Tiki to help us get out of here!”
“An apology could go a long way.” Skelita suggested.
“Yeah, we’re not getting off this island without their help.” Deuce added.
“Apologies aren’t really my thing.” Cleo huffed.
“Por favor, no more Egyptian magic.” Skelita pleaded.
“Don’t worry, cutie. There’s no magic involved.” Cleo winked, making an adorable faint blush spread across Skelita’s face. “I’m going to do what I do when Nefera and my father won’t let me go somewhere.”
“Right! Pretend like you don’t want to go!” Deuce chimed in.
“Precisely.” Cleo grinned. “Trust me, I’ll have us back home in no time. And once we’re there, we’re all going on a date.”
Skelita’s blushed deepened as her smile grew wider.
“I’d love that.”
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“Oh, you were so right not to help us get off this amazing island!” Cleo gushed. “I never want to leave!”
The tikkis trembled at Cleo’s words, their faces shifting into ones of fear.
“It would make the perfect home for me and my lovers.” Cleo gestured to Deuce and Skelita standing beside her. Skelita blushed at the word, a small smile spreading across her face. “I’ll decorate the entire island for us! Remove some trees over there. Slap on a new coat of paint—Princess Nile Blue would be perfection! Oh we could even—”
The tikkis quickly changed their minds, running at impossible speeds to build them a boat. Before they knew it, the three were seated on a small boat floating away from the island.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Cleo waved farewell to the tikkis who waved back, happy to have her out of their non-existent hair. She then turned to Skelita with a proud smile. “How’s that for magic?”
“Muy bien! You were incredible!” Skelita cheered, hugging her in her excitement.
Cleo celebrated her success with a soft kiss against Skelita’s lips, the skeleton girl eagerly returning her affection. She then turned to Deuce, planting a quick kiss on his lips before looking expectedly between him and Skelita. Deuce kissed Skelita who was too shy to initiate it herself, leaving her red faced but happy as the three floated back to Monster High.
Their voyage was spent planning the date they would have once they got back home, the three eager to officially go out together.
Relationship: Skelita Calaveras/Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon, Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon
Characters: Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Skelita Calaveras, Jinafire Long, Abbey Bominable, Heath Burns
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, TV Special: Scaris City of Frights, Established Relationship Cleo de Nile/Deuce Gorgon, Crushes, Crush at First Sight, Cleo and Deuce have a crush on Skelita, Flirting, Getting Together, Polyamory, Cute, Fluff, Desert Island, Being Lost, Mentioned Clawdeen Wolf, Kraken Attack, Humor, Blushing, hand holding, Skelita joins Cleo and Deuce's Relationship, Kissing, Skull Shores, Happy Ending
Words: 2,623
Summary:
The situation with Clawdeen’s sketchbook wasn’t ideal for anyone—it was quite honestly a major headache for every monster involved—yet it was the perfect opportunity for Cleo and Deuce to spend time with and get to know Skelita better.
AKA Cleo and Deuce both have a crush on Skelita and what better time to flirt than when all three of them are stuck together on a deserted island?
Notes:
This is a commission for @cozyrei! Thank you so much again for commissioning me!!!💖 I had so much fun writing this and I'm so glad you loved it!!💕
Cleo chatted with Deuce while the two waited in line for their plane with the rest of their friends and classmates. Though it was more of a one sided conversation, with Cleo gushing over all the stuff she had bought in Scaris while Deuce listened.
“And don’t even get me started on the necklace I got from this amazing Boo-Tique! It's made with gems from deep within the mountains of—”
“Oh my ghoul, I love your scarf!” A soft voice interrupted her rambling.
“Who has the nerve to interrupt the Cleo de—?!” Cleo turned around with a glare, yet her words died on her tongue as she saw Skelita behind her. The girl was quite cute—not to mention she also loved fashion—making it hard for Cleo to stay mad. “—I mean… you have a good eye! My scarf is made from authentic mummy bandages that are over thousands of years old.”
Cleo bragged, twirling her scarf as she posed, making sure the skeleton girl saw her good side. Skelita’s eyes lit up with awe as she examined the scarf, admiring its craftsmanship.
“It's truly a beautiful piece.” Skelita mused. “It matches perfectly with your dress without taking too much away from either piece.”
“But of course. I’m a de Nile so my clothes are always the best of the best.” Cleo smiled, enjoying the attention she was getting from the adorable girl. “You should see my—”
Cleo rambled on and on, the two losing themselves in an intense conversation about fashion. Deuce nodded along as the two ladies talked, not fully understanding most of the conversation but enjoying how happy the two were and how well they got along. The conversation went on and on with no signs of slowing down—let alone stopping—anytime soon.
“Skelita, we’re about to board.” Jinafire’s voice called out, forcibly bringing their passionate chat to a halt.
“My apologies. But I’d love to talk with you more later. I greatly enjoyed chatting with you.” Skelita smiled, waving farewell before walking over to join Jinafire in line.
Cleo and Deuce shared a knowing look as Skelita walked away, the two silently agreeing that the shy skeleton girl was irresistibly cute.
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The situation with Clawdeen’s sketchbook wasn’t ideal for anyone—it was quite honestly a major headache for every monster involved—yet it was the perfect opportunity for Cleo and Deuce to spend time with and get to know Skelita better.
“Mira! Look at this place! Es muy fantástico!” Skelita exclaimed as she took photos on her phone. She was amazed by Fangladesh’s beautiful sights.
Though Cleo on the other hand wasn’t nearly as happy as she sat on her portable throne.
“Are. You. Serious?!” The mummy shrieked, her hands waving dramatically to emphasize her words. “Do you have any idea what this humidity will do to our beautiful hair?!”
The gargoyles fanning her sped up, desperately trying to fan the humidity away. Cleo waved her hand, gesturing towards Skelita. “Don’t just fan me, fan her too!”
“Gracias. But I’m okay.” Skelita smiled, focused on taking photos of a monster that was juggling a variety of knives. Despite her words, a gargoyle still rushed over to her, doing its best to fan her.
“Nonsense!” Cleo fretted over her. “Here let me—”
“Stampede!” Abbey shouted.
Cleo never got the chance to finish her sentence as the thudding footsteps of large elephants barreled towards them at an alarming speed, leaving them barely anytime to react.
“Look out!” Cleo grabbed Skelita, holding her tight on her throne and out of the way of one of the stampeding elephants.
“Gracias!” Skelita smiled at Cleo from where she sat on her lap. Her face was close to Cleo’s, making the mummy’s face feel warm.
“Oh, there’s no need to thank me.” Cleo tried to hide her blush with her normal confidence, though it was short lived as another elephant rapidly ran straight towards them.
“Watch out!” Deuce jumped in front of the two ghouls, removing his glasses just in the nick of time. The elephant skidded to a halt, turned instantly from a living beast to a giant statue. He put his glasses back on before turning towards the two. “Are you ghouls okay?”
“We are.” Skelita smiled shyly at Deuce as Cleo helped her stand back up. “Gracias Deuce.”
“Uh oh.” Deuce fumbled over his words, scratching the back of his neck as his face grew warm. “It's no problem at all.”
They didn’t have time to talk more, the group of monsters frantically chasing after the sketchbook. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to track down and was easy to grab off the slumbering elephant.
Unfortunately, as soon as they got it back, the book was gone again just as quickly. Snatched away by a bird that flew away too quickly for anyone to stop it.
Luckily though, Cleo had more than enough credit cards to provide a way to chase after it. So everyone divided into two groups—Cleo and Deuce made sure they were paired up with Skelita—and boarded the hot air balloons.
Once in the sky, Deuce and Cleo took advantage of the opportunity to get to know Skelita better. They chatted about this and thought, whatever came to mind really. It was cute to watch Skelita talk about stuff she was passionate about, her face lighting up as she spoke.
“I have millions of pets that I get to see each winter when they migrate back to Hexico. They’re Monarch mariposas. I love to be surrounded by their soft, fluttering beauty.” Skelita gushed. “I’ve actually designed quite a few clothes inspired by them, I can show you sometime—”
“You know, I’m no stranger to the ‘flame game’ myself.” Heath’s boisterous voice interrupted their conversation even from so far away. The three looked over to see Heath carelessly waving his flaming hand around.
“Dude, careful.” Deuce called over.
“This is the Heath-meister you’re talking to.” Heath leaned on the edge of the balloon's basket, his flaming hand instantly burning away the rope that connected the two balloons. “Name one time I wasn’t careful.”
Deuce tied a rope around his waist, striking a heroic pose before leaping off the side of the balloon. He reached out towards Heath, their hands missing by an inch.
“Woah!” Deuce shouted as he fell.
“No!” Cleo screamed. She and Skelita rushed to the edge of the balloon, yet when they peered over the edge, there was no sign of the gorgon.
“I am totally doing that again.” Deuce chuckled behind them. The two girls turned to see Deuce standing on the edge of the basket. He backflipped off the edge, free falling back down below the basket. He spins and twists, doing all sorts of tricks to show off to the two girls watching him.
“That’s amazing!” Skelita said in awe.
Deuce was so caught up in impressing them he failed to notice the other balloon drifting farther and farther away from them. Cleo also failed to notice, too busy admiring Skelita’s look of awe. That is, until Skelita’s eyes widened.
“Uh, guys.” The skeleton girl pointed to the other balloon that was quickly disappearing from view.
“Dude…” Deuce landed back on the balloon, the three all starting in shock as their friends vanished, leaving the three of them by themselves.
Cleo texted the others that they would see them soon, yet no sooner than the message had been sent, they drifted off course directly into a whole nother problem.
“Es no bueno.” Skelita’s eyes widened in fear as a kraken emerged from the depths of the ocean beneath them, its large orange tentacle swatting at their small balloon.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be okay.” Deuce comforted her with a gentle pat on the back.
“There’s no need to be scared, Skelita. I have just the thing to save us.” Cleo smirked as she held up an amulet. “According to this amulet—if I rub it three times, it will transport us to their location.”
Cleo rubbed the amulet three times, a bright beam of blue light appearing from the small stone. Except the beam kept going up until it hit the balloon above them, popping it instantly. The balloon immediately began to fall, the three clinging onto each other as they rapidly descended.
“Oh.” Cleo’s face sank as she reread the amulet. “It says ‘do not rub it three times’... I’ve got to brush up on my hieroglyphics…”
Cleo’s heart sank. She had wanted to make Skelita feel better quickly, yet she had read it wrong in her haste, thus only making the skeleton girl feel even worse as they all plummeted towards their doom.
Cleo and Deuce hugged Skelita close, doing their best to cushion her fall. Though admittedly, it was Deuce who took the brunt of the harsh landing, falling to the ground of the basket with the two girls on top of him.
“Are you alright?” Cleo quickly stood up, holding out a hand to help Skelita to her feet.
“I’m fine.” Skelita reassured her.
Deuce stood up and the three exited the destroyed balloon, finding themselves on a beach completely surrounded by large rock formations.
“Why does this place look so familiar?” Cleo remarked as they walked farther into the island. It felt like she had been here before, its name on the tip of her tongue. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she just could not recall a single thing about this place.
“I don’t know. Hmm.” Deuce thought for a moment. “But we should probably make a fire so that planes know we’re stranded down here.”
“Don’t worry, I have just the thing.” Cleo pulled out another amulet, rubbing it as a large beam of light blasted up into the sky. Deuce held onto Skelita, helping to brace her against the wind that threatened to knock them over.
The beam disappeared quickly, along with the forest around it, revealing what were once buildings now turned to dust.
Tikkis appeared on every side of Cleo, angrily pointing their spears at her. Cleo’s eyes widened as past memories returned to her before her face fell.
“Now I remember…” A building collapsed behind her and Cleo sheepishly smiled at Skelita. The mummy’s face felt warm, embarrassment creeping in after having messed up in front of Skelita. “I totally meant to do that…”
Cleo tried to play it off, which earned a quiet giggle from Skelita. Cleo’s mood instantly brightened at the soft yet sweet sound, relieved that she hadn’t totally ruined everything with the skeleton girl.
The tikkis pointed their spears closer, forcing the trio away from their destroyed village. The three monsters ended up in the left eye of Skull Shores’ namesake, left with no supplies and no way to find their way home.
“So, how about that fire?” Deuce suggested.
“Muy bien. That sounds like a good plan.” Skelita agreed.
Deuce led the way back down into the forest, gathering some sticks while Cleo watched.
“Here, let me help.” Skelita insisted.
“Oh don’t worry, I got this.” Deuce said right as he attempted to walk between two trees that were close together while holding a trick that was much longer. It stopped him in his tracks, sending him falling to the ground like a character in a cartoon.
“Are you okay?” Skelita giggled as she helped him up, Deuce’s hand growing warm from the contact.
“Yeah, never better.” Deuce mumbled dumbly, still not letting go of Skelita’s hand.
A moment of silence passed before he awkwardly pulled his hand back.
“So anyway, those sticks—” Deuce resumed gathering sticks while Skelita watched, since the couple kept insisting she didn’t need to help because Deuce had it handled. Also because they both secretly wanted to protect her and keep her safe.
Deuce walked in front of the two girls while Cleo walked beside her, chatting about this and that with her to kill the time.
“And then my abuela— ah!” Skelita tripped over a rock, nearly falling over the edge of the steep mountain path before Cleo and Deuce grabbed her. “Gracias”
For the rest of the walk, Cleo remained glued to Skelita’s side, holding her hand so that she didn’t trip or fall again. It was certainly only so that she could protect the skeleton girl and not because she enjoyed holding her hand. Certainly not.
Deuce set up and started the fire while Cleo chatted with Skelita. After that the three discussed various ways to escape the island, yet each and everyone ended in failure or were simply impossible. Yet no matter what happened, Cleo and Deuce did their best to keep Skelita safe, whether it was from a tiny rock tripping her or making sure she didn’t accidentally hurt herself on a fairly pointy plant.
The more time that passed, the closer the three grew. Cleo and Deuce dropped subtle flirts here and there, growing bolder in their affections the more Skelita shyly flirted back.
Despite their terrible circumstances, it wasn’t too terrible since they got to spend it with just the three of them together. Yet during a conversation between the three, a brilliant idea finally struck.
“Oh! Oh! I got it!” Cleo exclaimed. “I know how to get the Tiki to help us get out of here!”
“An apology could go a long way.” Skelita suggested.
“Yeah, we’re not getting off this island without their help.” Deuce added.
“Apologies aren’t really my thing.” Cleo huffed.
“Por favor, no more Egyptian magic.” Skelita pleaded.
“Don’t worry, cutie. There’s no magic involved.” Cleo winked, making an adorable faint blush spread across Skelita’s face. “I’m going to do what I do when Nefera and my father won’t let me go somewhere.”
“Right! Pretend like you don’t want to go!” Deuce chimed in.
“Precisely.” Cleo grinned. “Trust me, I’ll have us back home in no time. And once we’re there, we’re all going on a date.”
Skelita’s blushed deepened as her smile grew wider.
“I’d love that.”
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“Oh, you were so right not to help us get off this amazing island!” Cleo gushed. “I never want to leave!”
The tikkis trembled at Cleo’s words, their faces shifting into ones of fear.
“It would make the perfect home for me and my lovers.” Cleo gestured to Deuce and Skelita standing beside her. Skelita blushed at the word, a small smile spreading across her face. “I’ll decorate the entire island for us! Remove some trees over there. Slap on a new coat of paint—Princess Nile Blue would be perfection! Oh we could even—”
The tikkis quickly changed their minds, running at impossible speeds to build them a boat. Before they knew it, the three were seated on a small boat floating away from the island.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Cleo waved farewell to the tikkis who waved back, happy to have her out of their non-existent hair. She then turned to Skelita with a proud smile. “How’s that for magic?”
“Muy bien! You were incredible!” Skelita cheered, hugging her in her excitement.
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Characters: Harry Potter, Marcus Flint, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, The Fat Lady
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Summary:
Blanket nests aren’t weird, Harry assured himself, people make them all the time. Besides it keeps him warm at night, more so than just huddling under his own blankets. Also it made him happy, it was almost impossible to feel any sort of negative feelings bundled up all comfy and cozy in the nest’s warmth. Surely something that made him warm inside and out was normal… right?
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Winter is a beautiful time to view, yet an awful time to experience. At least, that's how it is for Harry. The teen has always despised the cold temperatures, somehow always freezing despite wearing layer upon layer of warm clothes. Even now, during his fourth winter at Hogwarts, he acted like a moth drawn to a flame at any semblance of warmth he could find. Though Harry never worried about his lack of tolerance to the cold, chalking it up to just being how his body works. Like how his friend Neville gets sick easily in hot weather, Harry's body just can't stand the cold.
Especially now, down in the dungeons of the school. The lower level was chilly any other time of year, yet during the winter didn’t feel any different than being outside in the falling snow. The fourth year shivered as he made his way to potions class, feet dragging as he buried his face in his scarf. Harry, too preoccupied with preventing himself from turning into an ice sculpture, paid no mind to his surroundings. Due to this he failed to notice the booming footsteps of someone running towards him until it was too late.
Something large barreled past him, knocking into his shoulder roughly. In his daze the Gryffindor’s books fell from his hands, spilling across the stone floor. Harry’s mind snapped back to the present as his eyes focused on the source of the accident.
Standing before him was none other than Marcus Flint, one of the Slytherin prefects.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you standing there.” The older student’s tune and face was the exact opposite of genuine, though Harry didn’t expect it to be. He was all too familiar with what kind of person Marcus is, knowing full well the so-called ‘accident’ was intentional. Harry pointedly ignored him, too tired to deal with Marcus and his antics.
“See you in class, Potter.” Marcus smirked before walking away.
Harry groaned, he had completely forgotten Marcus would be in his class today. The prefect was assisting Snape as a teacher’s aid as a part of his prefect duties. With a sigh he bent down to pick up his books, losing himself in thought once again. Though this time he couldn’t stop thinking about how warm Marcus had felt. Just brushing against the Slytherin had felt like walking past a cozy warm fireplace. He really wants to feel that warmth again…
Harry quickly shook that thought from his head. What the heck is wrong with him? He’s never thought anything like that about Marcus before and it shouldn’t be happening ever. The Slytherin has always been mean to him, never once saying anything nice, so why was he having those thoughts?! Harry was too tired to deal with his internal crisis so he simply chose to ignore it for now. Though that’s always easier said than done.
Once in class his mind drifted off once again, tuning out Snape’s words as he couldn’t help but stare at Marcus. The Slytherin was taller than him, the perfect height for him to rest his head on Harry’s while he buried his head in the crook of his neck. Marcus’s long arms would hold him safely against his broad chest, a blanket wrapped around the two as they cuddled. The Slytherin’s warmth would keep out any cold that tried to attack Harry. Harry would pull back just enough to bring his face close to Marcus and-
“Learning only works if you’re listening, Mr. Potter.” Snape spoke, his irritation clearly visible on his face. The teacher’s voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts, his face going red once he realized who he had been daydreaming about.
“Sorry, professor.” The Gryffindor quickly apologized, ignoring his classmates' curious stares.
Snape went back to teaching as Harry tried not to freak out. Why in the wizarding world was he daydreaming about Marcus?! Harry didn’t like him one bit, so why did he want to cuddle him? The Gryffindor didn’t understand why he was thinking those thoughts, so he decided the most logical thing to do was to ignore Marcus. If the Slytherin was the cause of his strange behavior then not interacting with or seeing him should fix it right? It was easy enough, he doesn’t see Marcus too often outside of Potions class. Setting his plan in motion, Harry tuned out the weird look Marcus was giving him and focused on Snape’s lesson.
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Fate simply did not like Harry, or at least, Snape really didn’t like Harry. His plan to ignore Marcus was thrown out the window when the potions teacher assigned the Slytherin prefect to help him on a project. Harry’s plan had been working well the past week, at least he thought it had been. Apparently he still had been zoning out enough that Snape had noticed and thought he needed extra help, thus forcing him to interact with Marcus.
Said Slytherin was currently sitting next to him, ‘helping’ him with his assignment. Marcus definitely knows Harry has been ignoring him and is doing everything in his power to get any sort of reaction out of him. Luckily for Harry, he’s faced much harder challenges then a fellow student making his life difficult. Though despite that it’s still incredibly complicated blocking out someone that refuses to leave you alone.
“Here, Potter. Put this in the cauldron.” Marcus held out a very obviously wrong ingredient, grinning evilly while he waited for Harry to take it. Both were aware putting it in would cause a minor explosion, so Harry reached past Marcus to grab the correct one. As he picked up the ingredient his arm brushed against Marcus, feeling the warmth radiating from the prefect. Harry refused to let any thoughts about the Slytherin overtake him, quickly pulling his arm back and placing the right ingredient into the cauldron.
“Come on, Potter. I’m trying to help you.” Marcus lied. “Here, I measured out the next part.” He held out a cup that was overflowing with the next ingredient.
Wordlessly Harry took it from him, trying his best to ignore the skip in his heart when their fingers briefly touched. The younger student removed the extra material, making sure the cup held the correct amount before dumping it into the cauldron.
“Oh my bad.” Marcus grinned. “I must have read it wrong, sorry Potter.” The Slytherin was obviously trying to get a raise out of Harry, but he refused to show any sort of reaction. What would Marcus say if he stuttered over his words? Or if he blushed? The older student would definitely poke fun at him. Or possibly figure out why he was acting strangely. Harry can’t let Marcus know the thoughts he’s been having about him or else-
“Knock it off.” Marcus demanded. “I don’t want your filthy hands on me.”
Harry snapped out of his spiralling thoughts, quickly noticing he had unconsciously moved closer to Marcus. So close in fact, that if he moved a few more inches he would be touching him. Harry swiftly moved away, focusing back on his assignment.
“Hey what’s with you? You’re acting weirder than normal.” Marcus jeered. Harry risked a quick peek at the other’s face, trying to tell if his secret has been discovered. The Slytherin’s face held his usual cruel grin, though now there was a slight red tint to his cheeks. Must be from the cold Harry reasoned. What other reason could Marcus possibly have for blushing if not the chilly weather? Harry didn’t dwell on that thought for long.
“It’s rude not to answer when someone’s talking to you. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?” There was something off about the prefect’s tone. Marcus was obviously frustrated, yet he almost sounded confused.
Harry continues ignoring the older student, never once glancing in his direction for the rest of class. Though he’s very aware of Marcus staring holes into his head, waiting for Harry to finally acknowledge him. An awkward tension hangs between the two for the rest of class, each too stubborn to do anything about it.
As soon as class ends Harry is quick to make his escape, leaving Marcus sitting there even more confused than before.
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A few days pass without anymore incidents involving a certain Slytherin prefect. Harry is thankful for that as he makes his way to Quidditch practice. Though once at the fields he feels a strange pull, like his instincts are trying to lead him somewhere. Without a second thought he follows it, something inside of him telling him it's important.
Harry certainly didn’t expect to end up in the Slytherin’s changing rooms. Luckily no one was currently there, only Gryffindor had Quidditch practice today. His instincts lead him to a pile of stuff that he somehow knows belongs to Marcus. Harry is overcome with the urge to take the sweater laying at the top and so he does. Before he can rethink his actions he’s already in the Gryffindor changing room hiding the article of clothing with his own.
Harry doesn't second guess why he took the Slytherin’s sweater. Logically it made sense, he needs more sweaters to keep warm. At least that’s what he told himself. It gets cold at night, was his excuse for taking the blanket Marcus left behind in Potions class. I lost my scarf and needed another one, he told himself when he picked up the scarf Marcus had dropped as he was running by. The hands are the quickest thing to freeze, if I don’t wear gloves I’ll get frostbite, he reasoned as he took Marcus’s gloves when he wasn’t looking during class.
Each time Harry found a piece of clothing that belonged to the Slytherin prefect he was always ready with a reason why he needed to take it. Besides, Marcus never seemed to notice his missing stuff, so surely what he was doing was okay? Despite the million and one excuses Harry had come up with, he never wore or used the stolen clothes. Well, at least not how they should be used. Each new treasure Harry found was put onto his bed and arranged in a way his instincts told him to. Slowly his collection grew and grew, until the pile on his bed resembled a blanket nest of sorts.
Blanket nests aren’t weird, Harry assured himself, people make them all the time. Besides it keeps him warm at night, more so than just huddling under his own blankets. Also it made him happy, it was almost impossible to feel any sort of negative feelings bundled up all comfy and cozy in the nest’s warmth. Surely something that made him warm inside and out was normal… right?
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According to Harry’s friends, it wasn’t normal at all.
Ron and Hermione approached Harry while he was reading in the Gryffindor common room. Harry sat in the chair closest to the fireplace so they sat on the couch nearby. He didn’t notice his friends approach nor sit down, too focused on the text in front of him.
“Um Harry…?” Ron waved his hand in front of his friend’s face, causing Harry to finally look up from his book.
“Oh hey, I didn’t see you guys there.” Harry greeted his friends, who both shared a look before Hermione spoke.
“What’s going on, Harry? You’ve been acting strange the past few weeks.”
“Um,” Harry averted his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We’re talking about the blanket nest you made on your bed out of Slytherin clothes.” Ron said, clearly displeased Harry was trying to avoid the topic.
“And your odd behavior.” Hermione added. “You’re always freezing - which definitely isn’t normal - and you’ve been acting weird around Marcus Flint. Did something happen between you two?”
“Nothing happened!” Harry was quick to reassure. “Everything’s fine I promise-”
“That’s bull and you know it.” Ron cut him off. “The one morning when I tried to wake you up I touched your blanket nest and you hissed at me. You’re always crazy protective of the stuff on your bed, anytime I look at it I’m worried you’re gonna bite my bloody head off.”
“It’s my stuff so of course I don’t want you touching it.” Harry countered.
“It's not yours, the clothes belong to Marcus.” Hermione pointed out.”
“I-” Harry fumbled to find the right words. “It just… makes me feel so warm… I’m always freezing in the winter and having a lot of clothes helps me not freeze at night.”
“Then why can’t you use your own stuff?” Ron questioned.
“...” Harry looked away, too embarrassed to answer.
“Please Harry.” Hermione pleaded. “We’re worried about you.”
“...it makes me happy.” Harry sheepishly admits.
“To use Marcus’s clothes for your nest?” Hermione clarified.
Harry nodded before it finally hit him. His behavior was definitely not normal.
“I think you guys are right… somethings definitely wrong with me.” Harry’s eyes were wide as he remembered everything that transpired since his weird behavior had started. “I don’t know why I’m acting this way, it doesn’t make any sense…”
Hermione reached to grab Harry’s closet hand, lightly squeezing it in to comfort him.
“Don’t worry.” Hermione reassured. “I’m going to go down to the library tomorrow and figure all this out. I’ll let you know the exact moment I find something.”
“Thanks, Hermione.” Harry smiled at his friend.
“Of course.” Hermione returned the smile. “What are friends for.”
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A few days later and there was still no explanation found for Harry’s odd behavior. Though that didn’t deter Hermione, the young witch spent hours every day searching the library for any information she could. She was there right now with Ron, the redhead helping to speed up the search.
Meanwhile Harry was on his way to see Hagrid, wanting to thank the man for informing him about the dragons. The weather outside was colder than usual, easily attacking Harry through the large amount of layers he wore. The freezing weather slowed his steps and destroyed his energy. Harry yawned, extremely sleepy all of a sudden.
Next thing he knows he’s on the ground, body violently shivering as it desperately tried to fight off the cold. Snow falls onto his face and body, only making things worse, yet he’s unable to move let alone get up. All he can see is the white snow surrounding him. Harry lays there, an unknown amount of time passing as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
Out of nowhere a warmth embraces him. Harry tries to get closer to the warmth but his body still won’t listen to him. Though luckily for him the warmth helps him move, bringing the half frozen boy closer to the heat. Harry also makes out a familiar smell but in his daze he can’t place what it belongs to. No longer in any danger Harry relaxes, sinking into the warmth holding him. He feels safe and so he stops fighting off the sleep his tired body demanded. Surrounded by a protective warmth, Harry allowed his consciousness to fade away...
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When Harry wakes his sight is once again filled with white, though the color isn’t cold and wet anymore; it’s soft and warm. Wearily he blinks the sleep away from his eyes as the room around him slowly comes back into focus. The first detail he notices is he’s laying down in a bed, his head propped up by a soft pillow with numerous heavy blankets covering his quivering body. The next thing he notices is he’s not tucked away in the safety of his blanket nest back in the Gryffindor dorms, instead he’s laying in one of the various beds that reside in the infirmary. Not only was he in an unfamiliar location but he wasn’t alone. Those facts immediately set the teen on high alert until his hazy mind registered who they were.
Madam Pomfrey stood beside his bed, watching him wake up. Harry attempts to sit up, only making it a few inches before falling back down. Perhaps he was still weak from the cold because his body felt three times heavier than usual. The old woman sees his struggle and quickly moves to assist him. Her hands are gentle as she helps him into a seated position, positioning his pillow behind him to support his weight.
Once Harry is settled the woman leaves with a promise to be right back. Her departure brings his attention to the other people surrounding his bed. Hermione and Ron are standing on the opposite side from where Pomfrey once stood, concerned expressions on both of their faces. Yet that wasn’t all of his visitors.
Harry is surprised to see Marcus standing at the end of the infirmary bed. The Slytherin stood with his arms crossed, an aloof air about him. Despite the prefect’s best attempt to appear like he doesn’t care, his eyes betrayed his act. No matter where Marcus looked his gaze would always drift back to Harry, the concern clear as day every time he checked on the Gryffindor. Before any of them can even attempt to speak, Madam Pomfrey returns with an unknown beverage held in her hands.
“Here drink this.” The woman holds the drink up to Harry’s mouth. “It will help warm you up.”
Harry sips the warm beverage, thankful for the assistance. He doubts he would be able to hold the cup in this condition. When he’s done the matron takes the glass away, moving to check on another patient nearby.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Harry.” Hermione speaks, relief clear in her voice.
“Same here. You gave us one bloody hell of a fright when we heard you were in the infirmary.” Ron says. “Especially since we now know what’s happening to you.”
“We found a book about parseltongues.” Hermione explains. “Not only are they able to talk to serpets, but they also inherit features from those creatures. For example, they easily get cold in the winter, which causes them to seek out heat. Though unlike snakes, parseltongues aren’t attracted to just any warmth. They’re attracted to their mate, which translates to ‘warmth’ in parseltongue.”
“Which explains why you’ve been acting so strange around Marcus and stealing his clothes. It's because you have a crush on him.” Ron clarifies.
“That’s ridiculous.” Marcus snaps, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. “I don’t care about Potter, so how could we possibly be mates?”
“You’re not serious are you? You’re the one that found him and brought him to the infirmary!” Ron points out. “If you didn’t care about him you would’ve let him freeze to death.”
"Well-” Marcus tries to argue more but he's interrupted by violent coughing. All eyes turn to face Harry, watching the teen’s body tremble as he wheezed. The commotion alerted Madam Pomfrey, the woman swiftly returning to Harry’s bed and drawing the curtains surrounding him. The matron held a knowing look in her eyes as she shooed Hermione and Ron through the curtains. Pomfrey followed the two Gryffindors out, leaving Harry and Marcus alone.
As soon as there’s no other eyes watching them, Marcus shifts closer to Harry without a second thought. His mind is still in panic mode, the fear and stress muddling his brain and controlling his actions before he can even realize what's happening. All he can focus on is Harry; he needs to cuddle him, he needs to keep him warm, he needs to make sure Harry won’t die from the cold, he needs to-
A noisy cough snaps Marcus out of his daze, the Slytherin immediately freezing in place as he takes in the situation. His arms are outstretched, only a few inches away from enclosing on Harry in a hug. Marcus quickly moves away, putting as much distance as he can between the two and recoiling his arms back to his sides. However something prevented him from going far - a hand that trembled and still felt much too cold held onto the bottom of his sweater. Harry’s grip was weak - if Marcus wanted to break out of his grasp he easily could. Despite that he found himself unable to move. The distress on Harry’s face made it impossible for the perfect to look away.
“Please cuddle with me, it's so cold…” Harry pleads, voice barely loud enough to be heard.
Right away Marcus knew his answer, yet he still hesitated; his thoughts overpowering him and keeping him as still as a statue. Another violent cough from Harry prompts him to break free from his trance and take action. Marcus delicately climbs into the infirmary bed beside Harry, his long arms enveloping the Gryffindor and pulling him close. Harry settles his head on the Slytherin’s chest, eagerly hugging Marcus back as he snuggles into his warmth.
“Just so you know, I’m only doing this because the school would have my head if I just stood back and let you freeze to death.” Marcus states. “I personally hate this and can’t wait for it to be over.”
Regardless of the harsh words Marcus spoke he still held Harry close, his body relaxed as he absentmindedly stroked Harry’s hair. Marcus’s face was as red as the Gryffindor’s scarf as he glanced every which way except for where Harry lay. Harry smiled to himself, knowing full heartedly that Marcus was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Surrounded by his warmth, Harry felt his consciousness slipping away from him once more. This time he welcomed it, knowing that he was safe with Marcus watching over him.
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For a second time Harry awakes in a different location then where he fell asleep. His groggy mind makes out that he’s being carried, strong arms supporting him bridal style as familiar walls blurr past him. He manages to catch a glimpse of a window, the sky outside dark and speckled with stars.
Harry’s body no longer feels deathly cold, but it’s still easily chilled by the icy wind sneaking its way into the school. He senses his warmth holding him and so he cuddles closer, burying his face in Marcus’s chest. In turn the Slytherin pulls him closer, making sure Harry is warm enough.
It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at the Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady was asleep in her portrait so Marcus forcefully cleared his throat to get her attention.
“Who on earth is causing a ruckus at this hour?” The Fat Lady jolts awake, annoyance distorting her face. “What the-?”
The woman’s voice trails off as she takes in the scene before her. Understanding wipes away her irritation, a fond smile shaping her lips.
“I heard what had happened to our young Potter - word travels fast with us portraits - and I’ve been worried sick all day. I’m glad to see he’s alright.” The Fat Lady speaks in a hushed voice as to not wake Harry. Said boy could not make out the conversation happening right in front of him, his mind dancing along the thin line between sleep and being awake.
“I’m glad too…” Marcus mumbles, shyly refusing to look at her or Harry
The Fat Lady chuckles, opening her portrait for the prefect. “I’m allowing you in under special conditions, so don’t think I’ll let you in any time you please.”
“I understand, thank you…” Marcus nods.
“Of course.” The Fat Lady’s smile falls as her expression grows serious. “You better take good care of him.”
“I will.” He reassures her.
“Good.” Her smile returns. “Now off to bed with you. It’s late and you both need the rest.”
Marcus enters the Gryffindor Tower, swiftly making his way to the dorms. It's easy for him to find Harry’s bed, as it's the only one with a pile of Slytherin clothes atop it. Marcus gently sets him down in his nest, pink covering his cheeks as he recognizes his clothes on Harry’s bed.
“I know your friends said you were stealing my stuff-” Marcus comments in disbelief. “but I’m still surprised you actually were…”
Marcus makes a move to leave, not quite ready to come to terms with the fact that Harry views him as a mate. However, his attempt to depart is thwarted; Harry’s hand lightly urging him to stay as he holds onto Marcus’s wrist.
“Please don’t go…” Harry requests. “I don’t want you to leave me…”
Marcus attempts to replay with a definite no, except he can’t. Not when a half awake Harry is giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. The prefect feels his resolve slowly crumble apart under the boy’s expectant stare. That, combined with a part of Marcus that yearns to cuddle Harry more - a part that he will never admit to having, not even to himself - compels him to stay put.
“It’s okay.” Marcus whispers, softly freeing himself from Harry’s grasp to instead hold his hand. He gently strokes the other’s palm with his thumb, seeking to help the boy calm down. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
Slowly but surely, Marcus joins Harry in his nest. The Slytherin is careful not to disrupt the structure the Gryffindor had constructed, gently climbing in and finding a spot to lay down next to Harry. As soon as his head hits the pillow Harry is on top of him, face resting on the older boy’s chest; directly above his heart. Marcus pauses for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around Harry, securing him in place.
The steady beat of Marcus’s heart leisurely leads Harry back to sleep. A feeling of warmth and comfort envelopes the two boys as they doze off, feeling at peace in each other’s arms.
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As Harry’s drowsy form begins to stir he’s greeted with shimmering rays of sunlight filtering through the window. It was now morning.
Harry hides his face in Marcus’s chest, shielding his eyes from the bright light. The Gryffindor’s foggy mind registers a faint pressure on his head. As his head clears he discerns that it’s the prefect’s hand tenderly petting his hair. In addition to the light strokes, the older boy is mumbling something. His words are too quiet and muddled together to make out, yet Harry is clearly able to catch I like you.
“What?” Harry questions in shock, lifting his head to look at Marcus. He’s extremely certain of what he heard, but he wants confirmation just in case he misunderstood.
The older boy’s face explodes with color, cheeks burning red as he stumbles over his words.
“I- um- ah-” Marcus attempts, visibly flustered and refusing to glance at Harry. “Don’t make me say it again…”
Harry studied the Slytherin’s face as he spoke, easily understanding that what he had heard was correct based on Marcus’s reaction.
“It's okay.” Harry reaches for one of the prefect’s hands, intertwining their fingers once found. “I like you too.”
The Gryffindor’s confession instills Marcus with the courage to finally meet Harry’s gaze. Green orbs meet dark ones as Marcus at long last lets himself speak honestly.
“I knew you took my sweater from the changing rooms.” The older boy confesses. “I happened to be stopping by to take my quidditch clothes to be washed, and I saw you go in and come back out with my sweater. I know you get cold easily so I didn’t say anything. But I didn’t see you wearing it so I purposely ‘lost’ different items so that you could use them to keep warm. The only thing I didn’t know was that you were using my clothes to make a nest…”
Neither move, simply letting a comfortable silence fill the space between them; each boy reflecting on the new found revelations.
Harry is the first to move, his hands moving to gently hold either side of the older boy’s face. The Gryffindor gradually shifts his face closer to the Slytherin’s, allowing enough time for Marcus to pull away if he desires. Even so, Marcus remains in place; letting Harry inch closer and closer until their lips meet. The kiss is brief and hesitant on both ends, yet love and affection are conveyed clearly through where their mouths touch.
When the two withdraw from each other they simply observe the other, taking in the other’s reddened cheeks and the endearment reflected in both their eyes. The pair linger in that moment for a little while longer before drawing close once again. Both of them hold each other closer, cuddling together as they exchange numerous kisses. Soft pecks litter each boy’s face; a feather light kiss to the lips, a fond smooch to the forehead, gentle pecks to both cheeks. The two students lose themselves in the tender moment, tuning out the outside world as they solely focus on the happiness they felt.
Regardless of the joy overwhelming Harry, his body was still tired. The younger boy pulls back briefly to yawn. A small smile tugs at the corners of Marcus’s lips, the older boy marveling at how cute his boyfriend looked when sleepy. Harry leans back in, planting tiny kisses on his warmth's face as he mumbles sweet words to him.
“Ssssssssss” Harry hisses. In his tired state he was unaware that he was speaking Parseltongue and not English. Nevertheless Marcus didn’t mind it one bit. In fact he found it extremely adorable - plus he loved simply hearing the language. Despite not knowing what was being said, Marcus could tell that the words were full of endearment based on Harry’s tone. The lovers stay that way for quite some time, enjoying the soft moment and their newly founded relationship.
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A few days elapsed for the happy couple and before they knew it it was time for the Yule Ball. Harry arrives at the party with Marcus as his date. Both boys are dressed in elegant suits for the special occasion.
Familiar faces pass them by as they descend the stairs hand in hand and set foot on the ballroom floor. As they enter Harry notices Sirius and Remus standing and chatting nearby. The Gryffindor waves to them and the two men look over, excitedly waving back. Harry leads Marcus over to them, as happy to see the two again as they were to see him.
“I missed you!” Harry exclaims, releasing Marcus’s hand so that he can hug Sirius and Remus. The two return the embrace, smiles lighting up their faces.
“We missed you too.” Remus mentions. “Sirius wouldn’t shut up about how thrilled he was to attend this ball.”
Sirius lightly heartedly punches Remus’s arm, the movement playful and harmless.
“Remus missed you just as much, didn’t you Moony?” Sirius quips.
“That I did.” Remus admits. ”Now tell me Harry, what have you been up to since we last spoke?”
“I started dating Marcus.” Harry says, gesturing to the boy standing beside him.
A look of shock and surprise pass over the men’s faces - the two knew of Marcus’s mean behavior towards others. Yet in spite of that, Harry looked the happiest he has in quite some time and the fond gaze Marcus directed at Harry appeared genuine. Sirius and Remus quickly replace the startled expressions with their bright smiles from before - if Marcus made Harry happy then they’d accept their relationship, although begrudgingly.
“Congrats, my boy. We’re happy for you.” Remus says, lightly patting Harry’s shoulder.
“Oh what I would give to see the look on Snape’s face when he learns one of his Slytherin students is dating harry!” Sirius chuckles.
“Oh he already knows.” Marcus laughs. “Speaking of-”
Marcus ignores the astonished look on Sirius’s face, instead turning to face his boyfriend.
“-I have a present for you. Snape helped me get it.” Marcus pulls out a wrapped gift and hands it to Harry. “Merry Christmas, love.”
The Gryffindor carefully unwraps the box, finding something soft inside. He removes it to get a better view. It’s a Slytherin blanket made of a thick yet soft material.
“It's made of a fabric that keeps heat in. It will help you stay warm in the Winter.” Marcus explains.
Harry throws his arms around Marcus, hugging him tightly.
“I love it, thank you!” Harry presses a small kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. Harry pulls back and turns to Remus. “Can you hold this please?”
“Of course.” Remus takes the gift from Harry. “Have fun you two.”
Harry drags Marcus over to the dance floor, excitedly placing his hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder while the other holds the prefect’s hand. The two lovers spin and twirl, holding each other close as they dance to their heart’s content. Smiles never leave their face as their feet sway to the music. Harry and Marcus dance as if they were the only two in the room, too enraptured with each other to care about their surroundings.
After a couple songs the music briefly stops as the band takes a break. The couple awake from their trance, noticing they were standing underneath a mistletoe. Marcus leans down to kiss Harry, the younger boy eagerly kissing him back.
“Ss ssss sss.” Harry hisses against his lips. Parseltongue for I love you.
“I love you too.”
Notes: If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions! This post has info about them! ^-^
Characters: Reader, The Apprentice, Asra Alnazar, Julian Devorak, Nadia Satrinava
Additional Tags: Polyamorous relationship, Polyamory, Foursome, Foursome - F/F/M/Other, Foursome - F/M/M/Other, Foursome - F/M/Other/Other, gender neutral reader, no specific pronouns used for reader, no specific genitals described for reader, Inspired by "A Foxy Hideaway", Sex, Smut, Lemon, NSFW, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Eating out, Oral, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Hand Jobs, using magic for sex, Reader Insert, x Reader
Words: 1,393
Summary:
You and your lovers - Asra, Julian and Nadia - need a break after the events of the masquerade, so you all take a trip to the hot springs to relax. Though the water isn't the only thing that's steamy.
Notes:
I wrote this a while ago after reading "A Foxy Hideaway" and forgot to post it, so here it finally is! Hope y'all enjoy!! ^-^
The four of you needed a relaxing break after the events of the masquerade, so here you were; relaxing in the hot springs as you waited for the others to change into their bathrobes and wash themselves off. As soon as the carriage pulled up to the resort you had rushed inside and changed as fast as possible, not wanting to wait any longer to submerge yourself in the warm water.
The sun shone down on the shimmering water, making the pools appear magical. The springs were filled with minerals that left you feeling refreshed, though the misty water made it impossible for you to see anything below it. Your head rested against the rocks surrounding the springs, enjoying the soothing warmth. Your body relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. You were so spaced out you barely heard the soft splash as someone entered the springs next to you.
Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a pair of warm legs straddle your own. Asra smiled down at you, his wet hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he brought his face to yours. His kisses were full of passion as his hips grinded against your own. You were brought out of the moment to the sound of the changing room door opening and closing. You opened your eyes to see mischief swirling in your lover's purple eyes. He whispered a spell, his mouth glowing a light blue as he winked before disappearing under the water. You turned towards another one of your lovers entering the springs beside you.
"Hey JuliAN-!" You choked on a moan, hoping to play it off as a cough. Your face was warm but that could easily be blamed on the hot springs. The cloudy waters hid the scene below, white flowing locks tickling your thighs as Asra's tongue buried itself within your heat. Julian smiled, completely oblivious as he moved closer so that he could wrap an arm around you. The man smiled sweetly at you.
"Hello dear. Are you enjoying the springs so far?" He asked. You smiled, trying your best to hold back your noises. The magician had a skillful tongue. It swirled around your hole before plunging into your depths once again, repeating the action and exploring; leaving no spot of you untouched.
"Y-Yeah. It's very nice." Your voice raised in pitch at the end as Asra interested a long finger into you, his lips closed around the sensitive spot between your legs and sucked. You jolted but Asra's hands held you in place. Julian raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You smashed your lips together, moaning against his as he jumped in surprise. He quickly melted against you though as your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging lightly on his red strands. He moaned against your lips, his hands coming up to rest on your chest so that he could play with your nipples. Moans spilled from your lips as Asra interested more fingers, stretching you wide open. Julian devoured your sounds of pleasure with his mouth, his tongue invading and exploring your mouth.
Julian’s mouth moved to your neck, leaving kisses and marks wherever he could. Your head fell back as you clung to him, moans filling the air as your thighs threatened to crush the Magician sitting between them.
Before you knew it the coil in you snapped, your orgasm washing over you as Asra pumped his fingers, helping you ride out your high. You limply settled against Julian's chest as you came down. Wet white locks surfaced in front of you as their owner smirked up at you. Julian blinked, before chuckling.
"Couldn't wait to start the fun without me and Nadia, hm?" The redhead teased.
Never one to be out teased, Asra grabbed Julian's quickly hardening length. The man moaned, bucking his hips up into Asra’s hand. The magician stroked him a few times before rearranging him so that the doctor was seated on your lap as Asra stood behind him, his tanned chest pressed against his pale back. One of Asra’s fingers circled Julian’s rim teasingly. The man moaned, hips pushing back against it - a clear invitation to enter.
The finger penetrated his tight hole, Julian’s back arching as he moaned loudly. Taking advantage of his position you leaned forward, lips closing around a perked bud as your hand gripped his cock. Julian moaned again - louder this time - as you and Asra had your way with him. All he could do was moan and squirm as you both pleasured him.
By the time Asra had Julian's ass spread wide open, the door to the changing room opened and Nadia finally emerged. She looked gorgeous in her robe. It made the three of you pause to drink in the sight. The Countess smirked as she sat on the edge of the spring, her legs caging you in as her lips trailed your neck.
"Please don't stop on my account." She teased. And with that, play was pressed.
You removed your hand from pumping Julian, turning around and kneeling on the underwater ledge so that you were face to face with Nadia's slick folds. You licked your lips before burying your head in her thighs. She gasped, hands coming to rest in your hair. Julian lined himself up with your entrance, easing into you slowly. You moaned at the stretch, the vibrations causing Nadia to buck her hips against your tongue. Once Julian was settled in, Asra began inserting his cock into his ass. The man behind you rocked back against the intrusion, causing him to thrust shallowly into you. Your walls clenched around him in excitement.
Once Asra was in he grabbed tightly onto Julian's hips, using his own body as leverage to fuck both him and you. Asra pulled the man's hips back onto his cock before pushing him forward into you. You and Julian moaned while Asra enjoyed the beautiful sight before him - Julian stretched around his cock while you were stretched around the doctor’s with your face hidden between Nadia's thighs.
The countess thrust her hips against your mouth, grinding her clit against your nose. You buried your tongue deep, stroking her velvety walls and drinking her juices. She was soaking wet, her juices dripping down your chin as she moaned your name.
Meanwhile Julian clung to you, arms wrapped around you as he was puppeteered by the magician behind him, groans and moans spilling from his lips into your ears as you left tender kisses along your neck and back.
Asra relished in the sight of all his lovers lost in the throes of pleasure. The sight was almost enough to make him come undone right then and there. He shifted his hips, hitting a spot inside of Julian that made him choke on a scream. Asra smiled, relentlessly pounding into that spot. The shift also made Julian move differently inside of you, him now plowing into your sweet spot as well. You moaned loudly without shame as your lips closed around Nadia's clit, suckling it as your moans vibrated through her. She gasped and moaned, sweet sounds filling the springs - sounds of pleasure, slapping noises with each thrust, the water shifting with your lovers’ movements. The whole scene was a masterpiece, one that sadly most eventually came to an end.
Nadia was the first, your name shouted into the sky as her head fell back and her back arched, a rush of her juices coating your tongue as you savored the sweet taste. As you drank, Julian wrapped an arm around your waist while his other moved to stroke the sensitive spot on your front; the added stimulation pushed you over the edge. Your walls spasmed around Julian's length as you came, prompting his and then Asra's like a domino effect, Julian filled you as Asra filled him. The four of you slowly came down from your highs.
You collapsed, body tired as Julian eased out of you. Nadia slid into the water, gathering you in her lap as Asra and Julian curled up on either side of you and the Countess. The four of you relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the springs and each other. Finally, a moment of peace for you and your lovers.
Notes:
If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions! This post has info about it! ^-^
Additional Tags: commission, Inspired by the Meteor Shower Event, meteor shower, Stargazing, Developing Friendships, Talking, Luca Balsa | Prisoner Has Memory Issues, Yidhra | Dream Witch is a scary lady™, Luca Balsa | Prisoner is a nerd
Words: 1,291
Summary:
Unlikely friends bond over the stars.
Notes:
This is a commission for my amazing gf!!!🥰 It was a lot of fun to write cuz it features me and my bb's favorite characters!!!🥺💖
One could find almost anything in the manor if you looked hard enough. There were endless hallways and rooms, each hiding numerous secrets and long forgotten items. Luckily for Luca he had stumbled upon an unlocked storage room on the 3rd floor, the old dusty boxes nestled inside holding the exact treasure he was searching for.
A telescope!
It had a few dents here and there, and was covered in so much dust that simply looking at it sent him into a coughing fit, yet it still worked as if it were brand new. Gently dusting off his prize the young inventor made his way outside, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the otherwise dark grounds.
Luca explored the gardens, eyes pointed skyward as he searched for the best spot to view the meteor shower. None of the places close to the manor's exterior were great so the young man ventured farther out.
After a short walk the ground began to slope upwards. A grassy hill lay ahead, devoid of any trees on or nearby.
The perfect spot!
Luca excitedly rushed forward before quickly freezing in his tracks.
He was not alone...
Atop the raised earth sat a large woman, her skin an unnatural purple paired with long hair as dark as a raven. A blindfold covered her eyes, yet nothing obscured the long scaly snake tail that lay in place of where her legs should be. In her clawed hands she held up a small girl whose color pallet matched her own, allowing the young girl to get a good look at the falling meteors above.
Dream witch and one of her followers!
Luckily it seems like neither had noticed him, eyes focused on the sky above and paying no mind to the earth below. Luca turned to leave, feet silent as he crept away slowly.
"Hello 'prisoner'." Yidhra greeted him, face still turned the opposite direction.
Oh no…
Yidhra was a force to be reckoned with in and out of matches. The eldritch god was known for her ruthlessness during games; almost never going friendly during matches and showing no mercy to any of the survivors, regardless of if they were the first one found or the last. Around the manor the snake woman was hardly seen by the survivors, avoiding the humans at every chance and only interacting with the other hunters.
Facing the Dream Witch one on one never ends well...
"Ah- My apologies, ma'am." Luca hastily apologized. "I didn't know you were here. I'll leave you be." He turned on his heels, wanting to leave as soon as possible for fear of invoking the god's wrath.
"Calm down, little one." Yidhra spoke, lowering the small follower back down onto the grassy hill so she could properly face the 'prisoner'. "You may watch the stars with us."
The rational part of Luca's brain screamed absolutely not while the fried part reasoned he should. He meets the two sides midway, mentally listing off the pros and cons of each choice.
Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower
Con: possibly getting murdered
Pro: hunters aren't allowed to harm survivors outside of matches
Con: she's a god and could definitely get away with breaking some rules.
Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower
In Luca's scrambled mind the pros outweigh the cons, so in the end he decides to stay.
The inventor went about setting up his telescope, securing the legs and adjusting the lens. He worked as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the hunter a few feet away from him. Though Luca was not a quiet man - always mumbling to himself and letting any thoughts that came into his head spill from his mouth with no filter, his rambling often accompanied by metallic clanks from his constant tinkering - so staying silent was a difficult task. An uneasy tension ran thick between the three, Luca refusing to acknowledge it for fear of annoying the eldritch god. Though said deity sensed what was amiss and quickly grew tired of it.
"Out with it already, boy." Yidhra hissed. "We don't have all night."
Luca recoiled from his telescope, fearing the worst.
"Oh um I want to talk about the stars, they're really quite fascinating, but-" The man swallowed nervously. "I do not wish to disturb your peace."
"Go ahead, I do not mind."
When Luca showed no sign of opening his tightly sealed lips, she continued on.
"Come now, don't be shy." She smiled, flashing her sharp teeth. "I don't bite." A shrill sound that might have been a laugh rang out from her throat.
Luca awkwardly laughed along before clearing his throat. The inventor aimed the telescope to the sky, his good eye searching for stars and constellations through the glass. Whenever he found one he would list off the various names, stories and facts about them that he could remember. His words were a mess; full of missing info and constant back tracking when he remembered what he forgot. As he spoke he risked a glance towards Yidhra, worried the hunter was annoyed by his jumbled rambling. Thankfully her expression was one of amusement, so Luca continued on with his incoherent spiel.
When the young man eventually ran out of new stars, silence reclaimed the night. Though it didn't last for long. A tug at his shirt pulled the man's gaze away from the telescope. Looking down he was face to face with the follower. What was normally a horrifying sight was now kind of cute. The small girl was smiling, eagerly pointing at the telescope.
"Oh you want to take a look?" Luca asked. The follower nodded. The brunette stepped aside, allowing her access to the telescope. Luca took a seat on the hill between the Dream Witch and her follower, head tilted back as he watched the meteors falling overhead. A peaceful silence befall the three of them, an unlikely trio simply enjoying the stars together.
It wasn't long till the quiet night was once again interrupted.
"I've roamed this earth since before life inhabited it." The snake woman reminisced, voice unusually soft. "Yet I never grew tired of watching the stars. It's one of the few constants I've had over the centuries. Their beauty is mesmerizing, even to a god."
Her words resolved any lingering tension, the wall between hunter and survivor finally collapsing. The two conversed freely, the hours flying by as they discussed whatever random topics presented themselves. Before they knew it the sky was changing colors, the rising sun illuminating the hill where they sat. The higher the sun rose the farther Luca's eyes closed. A long yawn escaped from the inventor before he finally succumbed to the sweet call of sleep, head cushioned by the soft grass.
"Silly mortal," Yidhra quietly laughed, careful not to disturb the slumbering survivor. "forgetting he requires rest."
The Dream Witch rose, ordering her follower to gently carry the sleeping man. Yidhra leads the way back to the manor, her follower close behind. Once inside she makes her way to Luca's room, using her claws to pry open his door. Her follower sets the inventor on his bed, Yidhra proceeding to tuck him under his blankets. Once the man was taken care of the hunter left, carefully closing the door and making her way to her own room.
As she slithers away her mind can't help but drift back to the 'prisoner'.
None of the other survivors were nowhere near as interesting as him. She mused. He stood out amongst a sea of painfully boring mortals.
Yidhra decided right then and there that their first conversation wouldn't be their last. The Dream Witch would make sure of it.
Notes:
If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions to support my Identity V addiction! This post has info about it! ^-^
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Comfort, Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Blood, Temporary Character Death, Established Relationship, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Sacrificing Naib Subedar | Mercenary, Protectiveness, Protective Naib Subedar | Mercenary, Crying, Stage Play rules (if survivors die in game they come back), Hugs, One (1) hand kiss, one (1) forehead kiss, Cuddling, Its MY fanfic and I WILL add my favs in the background, Luca is my fav survivor and one of my survivor mains uwu, Violetta is my fav hunter and my only current hunter main uwu, Fun Fact my other survivor mains are Naib and Edgar!, Edgar is the unwanted pregnancy I couldn't abort but ended up falling in love with XD, Luca was my fav from the start, He was love at first sight XD, Fun Fact I'm currently 43rd Soul Weaver!, Hunter rank is stressful though ;-; , I don't have Vera yet but she's my fav lady survivor uwu, I played Vera a few times during her free to play and her perfume is fun!, I started playing Naib because I loved his Cheshire Cat skin, and ended up loving his gameplay a lot uwu, Reader Insert, x Reader, gender neutral reader, Female Reader, male reader, no specific pronouns used for reader
Words: 1,881
Summary:
Naib knew the rules of the Oletus Manor. Being here as long as he has, he's long since memorized how the peculiar magic worked in this hell they were all trapped in. He knew no one could die here. No matter how many times one was stabbed, bludgeoned or choked they always ended up healed of all wounds once the game was over. Bleeding to death meant nothing in this place. Despite the body dying it was more similar to a terrible nap then a final rest. Death simply didn't exist in the manor.
Yet knowing the rules by heart could never dull the pain.
Notes:
I am currently nips deep in Identity V hell so expect a LOT more IDV fics in the futrue XD
(Title from "Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab)
Naib knew the rules of the Oletus Manor. Being here as long as he has, he's long since memorized how the peculiar magic worked in this hell they were all trapped in. He knew no one could die here. No matter how many times one was stabbed, bludgeoned or choked they always ended up healed of all wounds once the game was over. Bleeding to death meant nothing in this place. Despite the body dying it was more similar to a terrible nap then a final rest. Death simply didn't exist in the manor.
Yet knowing the rules by heart could never dull the pain.
Naib hated watching his friends constantly die right in front of him. He hated their screams as they were launched sky high. He hated the guilt that threatened to eat him from the inside out whenever he failed a rescue. Realistically he knew they weren't actually dead, they were alive and unharmed back at the manor. Yet that couldn't stop the fear that dug its claws into his heart every time.
So in matches the Mercenary made certain everyone else escaped, no matter the cost. Naib could handle the pain of body blocking, the sharp thorns digging into his flesh as he's sent flying in the rocket chair, the agony of bleeding out, the horrible feeling of being revived; he could handle anything as long as his friends were safe.
Not even you - The Mercenary’s lover - were an exception to his self sacrificing tendencies. In fact, they were even worse with you participating alongside him. Ever since you started dating Naib you never lost a match, always making it out one way or another. Naib refused to let you die in games, often at the expense of himself. You understood why he does what he does, but it pains you to see him hurt in your stead. Just once you wish he could make it out of a match alive. He does so much for his teammates, he deserved the same in return.
Today's match was at the Lakeside Village - you, Naib, Luca and Vera vs. Soul Weaver. Despite having a new line up this game was just like any other. Naib taking hit after hit for you when Violetta found the two of you decoding, Naib running head first into all the webs strung up around a chaired Luca while the spider camped, Naib throwing himself in front of Vera despite her using her perfume to protect herself. You tried your best to derail your lover's self destructive habits but hell has no fury like a determined Naib. Each attempt to body block or kite the hunter was met with Naib frantically shielding you. All your best efforts just seemed to make things worse so you resigned to just continue decoding.
Time flies by fast in this horrific game and despite all of Naib's constant heroics he was still up and kicking while you, Luca and Vera decoded the final cipher.
Cipher Machine Primed!
Luca waited for the moment Soul Weaver struck the Mercenary, sending him to his knees. As soon as Naib hit the ground he was back up, sirens blaring as the 3 of you made your way to the gate next to the large ship.
The hunter has detention! Naib warned.
Nervously you scanned the map, looking for any sign of Naib or Violetta as Luca decoded the gate. The "Prisoner" sent some progress to the other gate, hoping to assist the Mercenary in escaping.
Exit Gates decoding progress 69% Luca pinged, letting everyone know it was almost open.
A few seconds passed and the gate clamored open. A few more seconds and a bell rang out, signaling that Naib had been downed.
The exit gate is open! Vera pinged.
Get out of here! Naib sent back.
Vera and Luca reluctantly left, too familiar with how stubborn the man was about people rescuing him. You lingered, mind racing as you tried to find a way past Violetta and her webs. Naib was chaired outside the shack, perhaps you could-
Distortion attacked your ears as red and black danced in front of the gate. Quickly you dashed away, hiding behind the large rock right as the hunter appeared. Luckily it seems like she didn’t detect your presence, her long limbs clanking as she patrols the area, waiting for you to try and escape. With her guarding the gate you made your way to Naib, running as fast as you could before Violetta decided to come back and check on the bug she had trapped in her web.
Your lover doesn't seem to notice your presence as you approach the rocket chair, his head down as he waited for the inevitable. It wasn't until he was already freed that he realized what was happening.
"What are you doing? I told you to get out of here!" Naib didn't shout but he was definitely pissed. Eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed your arm, dragging you towards the gate next to the corn field.
"I'm saving your ass since you refuse to!" You argue with him, fed up with his unnecessary sacrifices. "You deserve to escape too-"
"It doesn't matter if I escape, you need to escape." Naib refused to look at you as he decoded the halfway completed gate. Silently you thank Luca for the progress from earlier. "I don't care if I get chaired, as long as you and the others-"
"Stop it!" You screamed, tears building up in your eyes and threatening to spill over. "I care if you get chaired." Once the words were out there was no stopping them. "I want you to make it out with me. It hurts me seeing you constantly injured because of me. I hate-" choked sobs broke free, as did your tears. "I hate watching you die…"
Naib finally turned to face you, the doors opening as his arms gently wrapped around you. His warmth soothing you along with the soft embrace.
"Please don't cry…" Your lover pulled back so he could see your face, his rough fingers brushing away your tears. "I'm sorry what I do is hurting you but I need you to be safe. I need our teammates to be safe. I can't-"
He was cut off by a familiar distortion, red and black filling the corner of your vision. The hunter was teleporting to the gate. Without a second thought you shoved Naib through the gate, running after him as Violetta materialized. Naib tried to turn back, desperately trying to put himself between you and the hunter yet he never got the chance.
Violetta's blade tore your back open as you pushed Naib past the invisible barrier between safety and danger. His eyes were wide in fear, hands frantically reaching for you before he was transported away by the game's magic.
You collapsed on the ground, blood pooling around you as Violetta laughed maniacally. You were too tired and dizzy from lack of blood to fight back. So you simply let Violetta cocoon you, dying as soon as the white threads encased your body.
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Naib saw red. It was all he could see, no matter where he looked. Your red blood staining the ground, you, his hands. It's his fault, all his fault, he should've taken that hit, not you, it's his fault. Naib was no longer aware of his surroundings. The concerned gazes of the other survivors walking past him went unnoticed, lifeless blue eyes watching unspeakable horrors rapidly unfold within his head. You should've made it out while he bled to death, he was supposed to protect you, keep you safe, but he failed, he failed you, it's his fault, his fault. A hand gently tapped his shoulder, yet he felt nothing. He failed you, just like he failed them, his friends, they were dead because of him and now you were too, he should be the dead one, not you, not them, it's his fault, his fault, his fault, his fault, his fault-
"Mr. Subedar!" A woman shouted, snapping Naib back to the present. Who was the hunter attacking? Doesn't matter, he needs to help them. He just has to activate his pads and- "Mr. Subedar, your lover has revived. They're okay."
The breath Naib hadn’t even realized he had been holding released. You were okay, you were safe, you were alive. Slowly he came back to himself, the voices forced down as he finally addressed the woman standing next to him.
"Thank you, Miss Dyer." His voice sounded too small, too broken. Luckily the Doctor didn't comment on it, instead helping him to his feet - when did he sit down? - and leading him to the infirmary.
Emily led the man to the only occupied bed, his lover peacefully sleeping atop it. Naib rushed to your side, carefully sitting beside you on the bed. Slowly he brings his hand up to your neck, fingers pressing softly against your pulse, feeling the gentle strum of your heartbeat. The Mercenary refused to move his hand away, scared to death that the soft rhythm would cease as soon as he stopped listening. He didn't move as Emily left nor when you awoke.
Your eyes blinked open, unfocused as you rejoined the world. Slowly the blurred shapes matched together to form your lover hovering over you, eyes watery as he kept his fingers on your pulse. You smile lovingly up at him.
"Don't cry, I'm okay." Your shaky hands wipe away the tears cascading down his face. Naib blinked, he hadn't even realized he had been crying. The man melts into your touch, eyes never leaving yours much like his hand.
"I-I thought I lost you." Naib cries. "I saw you die. You died and it was my fault. I'm so sorry-"
"Shhhhh it's not your fault, Naib. I chose to take the hit for you." Your hands held his face, gently leading his head to rest against your chest. "Listen, that's my heart. I'm okay, I'm alive. You didn't do anything wrong."
Naib clung to you, arms wrapped around you as tightly as he could without hurting you. His tears dampen your chest as he listens to your heart beat. Slowly but surely the soft thumps calm his own heart. Tears drying as he confirms yes you're alive, you're safe, he didn't lose you.
"I love you so fucking much." Naib whispers against your chest. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."
You brought your head up just enough to plant a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you too. I don't want to lose you either. It pains me to see you throw yourself away so easily during matches. I know you're just trying to help but you need to help yourself too. And if you won't then I'll help you. We're a team, we help each other. Okay?"
"...okay." Naib blindly reaches for one of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours as soon as he finds it. He uses the hold to bring your hand to his lips, laying a kiss so gentle you barely feel it against your skin. "You should rest. Reviving takes up a lot of energy."
"Will you lay with me while I sleep?"
"Of course."
"Goodnight, Naib."
"Goodnight, my heart."
Notes:
If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions to support my Identity V addiction! This post has info about them! ^-^
Additional Tags: Smut, Lemon, Porn, NSFW, Sex, Reader Insert, x Reader, gender neutral reader, Female Reader, male reader, no specific pronouns used for reader, no specific genitals described for reader, Expedition Everest Yeti has a big pp, Massive Cock, Yeti's dick is 3ft long and 1ft wide, Crack, Crack Fic, Disney World, Animal Kingdom, Expedition Everest ride, Creampie, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, reader is 18+, Reader is Yeti's Cum Sock, Jokes, Bad Jokes, Dirty Jokes, do not take this seriously, Bad Writing, Purposely bad writing, Disney is into some kinky shit, Reader wants Disney to fix the yeti, They really should he deserves more then disco mode :(
Words: 809
Summary:
Feeling bluer than Stitch's alien ballsacks, you left your friends behind and went to ride the greatest ride ever-
*cue an over the top dramatic drum roll*
Expedition Everest!
Notes:
🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMI🎉
As promised, your Yeti fic!!!!😂💕 I hope you enjoy this dude🥺💖
You were on vacation at Disney World with your super duper looper amazing friends. Sounds like a pretty awesome time, right?
Wrong.
No one wanted to listen to your presentation on why Disney should fix the amazing yeti from Expedition Everest. The big furry cutie deserved to move and not just be stuck in disco mode for literally ever!
You had the PowerPoint up and ready on your phone every time you were all waiting in line for a ride, but everyone was stinky and told you to stop simping over an animatronic and so you shit on their shoes.
Feeling bluer than Stitch's alien ballsacks, you left your friends behind and went to ride the greatest ride ever-
*cue an over the top dramatic drum roll*
Expedition Everest!
So for the entire day you rode the coaster over and over again, forcing everyone in line to listen to your PowerPoint and making them sign your petition to get the yeti fixed back to tip toppy shapey.
Before you knew it it was dark as fuck outside. That meant the park would be closing soon *sad face*
Sadly you got into the coaster cars for your final ride. If only the night didn't have to end…
You were so fucking sad you didn't even notice that you were the only one boarding the ride.
Fuck yeah! You screamed internally once you realized you had an entire train to yourself. I get to have the front seat!
Mood bibbidi bobbidi lifted you happily strapped yourself in and with a borderline orgasmic scream the ride began!
Zipping and zooming along the tracks you were in a state of pure bliss! It was so fucking fun you felt like cumming right then and there.
It was all shits and giggles till you got to the part with the yeti and the train suddenly stopped yo what the fuck-
But (hehehe but) before you could freak out about being trapped in heaven, an ever awesome miracle happened! The yeti was moving!!! Maybe they finally fixed it-!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE YETI PICKED YOU UP!!!!!!!
The big brown boi held you in his massive hairy hands, his sexy lifeless eyes staring at you like you are an all you can eat buffet. You shook violently from his lusty stare, heat quickly filling your crouch. You couldn't control yourself, the yeti was just too god damn sexy.
Despite your horny state you wanted to cry, you couldn't fuck the yeti. He was a family theme park animatronic so he didn't have a GIANT MEAT STICK THAT WAS BEING RUBBY DUB RUBBED AGAINST YOUR HOLE WHAT-
If you were to metaphorically take a measuring tape and measure the yeti's peen, it would be 3ft long and 1ft wide! Which makes sense he's 25 feet tall. Big people have big pps!
Speaking of… wtf was Walt Disney into? Not that you were complaining cuz it meant that the yeti could fuck you into tomorrow(land).
With a start you noticed the yeti's robo fingys had ripped your clothes off while you were busy kink shaming Walt and were now forcing them into your privy parts. Somehow his hand sausages were magically lubed. Okay seriously what the hell Disney-
Loud ass moans and groans spilled from your mouth as he fondled your juicy insides. Before you knew it your hole was gaping wider than the entirety of Disney World and the yeti was preparing to penetrate you with his ding dong.
With a mighty yeti roar he rammed his hairy pp inside of you with one mighty yeti thrust. A scream tore your vocal cords as his cock tore open your insides. His big ole yeti sausage was wayyyyy too big for your tiny human meat hole. You were too lost in the dick sauce though to feel your organs being rearranged like a home makeover show. All you felt was 100% all natural pure pleasure.
The yeti pounded away at your insides, pace super fast and hard and rough and s p i c y. Your orgasm was approaching faster than Test Trek. With a yeehaw you nutted, body spasming as it was overtaken by how fucking awesome you felt.
Soon after the yeti bust a nut in your tight heat, roaring loudly as he kept pumping his thick gooey jizz deeper into you. Once again wtf Disney. Why the heckle do your animatronics cum? Holy shit do they all do that? What if-
Your train of thought broke off as you passed out, literally fucked unconscious by robo yeti dick. The yeti disposed of it's used cum sock, aka you dear reader, back where it found it.
As soon as he placed you back in the train it started up and zoomed back to the station.
This wasn't going to be easy to explain to the cast members…
Additional Tags: Reader Insert, x Reader, Smut, Lemon, NSFW, Sex, gender neutral reader, no specific pronouns used for reader, no specific genitals described for reader, Female Reader, male reader, Top Victor, bottom reader, Voice Kink, Begging, Knotting, Creampie, sex as payment, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough Sex, Animalistic Sex, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Fingering, slight cumflation, Victor has a big cock, Reader is down to fuck, Magic, Magical Contracts, Oral Sex, Eating out, ass eating, pussy eating, "Specter", "Specter" Victor, Halloween, Halloween Event 2020, Halloween Victor, Wolfboy, Wolfboy Victor, using magic for sex
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Summary:
"Nothing comes for free, my dear. If you don't have any Soul Energy... then what price will you pay?"
"Anything. I'll pay any price I need to, I don't care how steep."
For the first time since you entered his shop the man’s expression shifted. A dangerous glint flashed through his eyes as his eyebrows raised in question.
"Anything? Are you certain, darling?"
"Anything."
The Dealmaker hungrily licked his lips, his piercing gaze devouring you like a freshly slaughtered lamb.
“Well then, my dear. I shall grant your wish."
Notes:
Hello fellow IDV fans👁️👄👁️
If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions to support my Identity V addiction! This post has info about them! ^-^
Everyone wishes for something; whether it be love, fortune, fame, or thousands of other moral desires. Wishes are an essential part of humans; it gives them reasons to live as much as it kills them, it gives them hope yet may turn right around and crush it in their face.
Even you had a wish, and lucky for you, a new shop had recently opened a few towns over. Otis’ Doll Shop, a strange store run by an even stranger pair. People journeyed from all over to have their wishes granted by whatever magic lay within those mysterious walls.
And so the promises of fulfilled wishes led your feet to the odd store long after the sun had dipped below the horizon. Without a second thought you opened the wooden doors, determined to do what you had come here for.
The inside was what you expected; shelves upon shelves of bizarre and peculiar dolls. Clowns, mermaids, witches, fairies; even creatures you had never seen before. Fascinated by the alluring dolls in front of you, you failed to notice another presence in the room.
"Good evening, darling. May I help you find what you’re looking for?" A deep voice broke your trance. With a start you spun around, finally noticing the shop owner behind the counter.
The Dealmaker, a tall young man dressed in a spooky ensemble. His sharp faded sapphire orbs observing your every move, a striking contrast to the warm smile that never left his lips. His pale hands beckoned you forward, the wolf ears atop his gray ombre hair twitching in interest. Without wasting another moment you answered his question.
"I'm here to make a wish."
His face remained frozen as he spoke; eyes never closing and lips never parting.
"Of course. Do you have any Soul Energy?"
"...Soul...Energy...?" You questioned. Many had mentioned a price but never what it was.
"I grant wishes in exchange for Soul Energy." The wolfman explained.
"Oh… I don't have any I'm afraid…" Your heart sank, the trip had been meaningless...
"Nothing comes for free, my dear.” His deep voice shook you out of your sorrow. “If you don't have any Soul Energy... then what price will you pay?"
"Anything.” You were quick to respond, not wanting this opportunity to slip through your fingers. “I'll pay any price I need to, I don't care how steep."
For the first time since you entered his shop the man’s expression shifted. A dangerous glint flashed through his eyes as his eyebrows raised in question.
"Anything? Are you certain, darling?"
"Anything." You confirmed. Nothing was going to stop you from getting your wish.
The Dealmaker hungrily licked his lips, his piercing gaze devouring you like a freshly slaughtered lamb.
“Well then, my dear. I shall grant your wish." Joy rushed through your veins.
"Thank you-!"
"But, I require my payment first." In the flicker of a candle, you were bent over the counter with The Dealmaker pinning your body in place. "Your wish will not be granted until I am satisfied."
The wolfman's clothed bulge was pressed to your ass, rapidly growing in size as he rutted against you. You may have been desperate but you weren't stupid, you knew exactly what the otherworldly man wanted. You nearly sighed in relief, you had been afraid the price would be something terrible; something so horrendous that not even you could have endured it. This offer seemed too good to be true, but you weren't going to look a gift wolf in the cock.
"Do you agree to my terms?" He drove the question home with a rough thrust of his hips. A moan escaped your mouth as you frantically nodded your head, hips bucking back to meet him. Clawed hands shoot out to hold you in place, stalling your movements. The Dealmaker tsked, displeased with your lack of response.
"Speak." The man growled, impatience bleeding through as he leaned down to nibble at your neck.
"Yes." Razor-sharp fangs scratched your delicate flesh. "Ah- please-"
"Good little lamb." His deep voice sent a shiver of pleasure throughout your body. The wolfman above you sensed your reaction.
"Oh, do you enjoy my voice?" His warm breath teased your neck as he left wet kisses along it. "Does the sound of my voice leave you craving me~?"
Each word spoken with his silver tongue was kindling to a fire threatening to burn you from the inside out. The man holding down your form left no room for you to move, yet that didn't stop you from attempting to desperately grind back onto his hard cock. The Dealmaker merely smirked as you slowly lost yourself in a desperate haze.
"I could probably say anything right now and it would leave you rolling in ecstasy." He purred into your ear, tongue teasing your earlobe as he ground back against you. The heat was swiftly building yet it wasn't enough, you needed more.
"Ah~ Please..." You moaned, yet the wolf behind you did not budge. Frenetically you spread your legs, wrapping them around The Dealmaker's waist and hooking your ankles together; using the new found leverage to better grind against him.
An amused chuckle fell as he enjoyed your little show; the way you craved him, the heat from your body, the wet spot forming between your legs. He couldn't wait to gobble you up.
So he didn't.
With motions so quick they had to have been magic, your clothes vanished as The Dealmaker knelt between your legs. His claws digging into the flesh of your thighs as he spread them wide open.
For a moment he was as still as one of his dolls, your thighs cradling his face as his nose hovered an inch away from your hole. You felt more than heard him inhale, his nose greedily devouring your scent.
"You smell good enough to eat, my dear~"
And with that his tongue found your entrance, circling a few times before diving in.
Moans spilled from your lips as his tongue explored your insides. His pink muscle stroked, playing you like an instrument. A small bottle of some kind of clear liquid materialized in his left hand. Without pulling away from you he poured the contents onto his other hand, cries of pleasure filling the air as he brought his magically no longer clawed fingers into your heat.
Your thighs shook as he brought the song between your legs to a crescendo. Yet his warmth left you before the final note could be struck.
You whined, legs blindly latching on to The Dealmaker and trying to bring his mouth back to your hole. The wolfman merely watched your desperate struggle, clawed hands undoing his pants as he freed his cock. Pumping his length, he laughed at the meal spread out for him.
"Ah ah ah, remember dear, I'm the one that needs to be satisfied for this transaction." His cock head brushed your hole, the tip slipping in but making no farther move to enter. "So if I wanted to, I could just sit here for as long as I like, watching you shake and squirm like a cornered lamb."
His nails dug into your hips as he gave a few shallow thrusts, enjoying the way you clenched around his tip, desperately trying to keep him inside of you.
"But lucky for you," Even with your head resting against the table you could clearly envision the smirk he wore. "I can no longer hold back."
A growl was your only warning before his cock was slammed into your hole, stretching you wide for him. A scream tore through you as The Dealmaker gave you no time to adjust; focused on ravaging your insides as he sought his own pleasure. Despite that the feeling of yourself being filled and fucked left you drooling all over his counter. The slight pain only increased your pleasure tenfold.
"Mmm you take my cock so nicely, darling. I can't wait to fill you up~"
Judging from the sounds of your partner behind you, he was also enjoying himself. The noise in your ear could only be described as a wild animal in heat. A mixture of growls, moans and hot breath fanned over the side of your head. In your daze you hadn't noticed that the Dealmaker at some point had leaned down over you, chest pressing you farther into the hard wood as his clawed fingers intertwined with your own.
His sharp teeth grazed your neck as his cock did the same to your special spot inside. Your eyes rolled back as a shock of pure pleasure shot through you. Instinctively your walls squeezed around him in response.
"Ah," the wolfman gasped into your ear. "are you ready for my knot, dear?"
Considering the type of shop The Dealmaker ran - let alone his otherworldly appearance and demeanor - it shouldn't have been a surprise to you that he was a little more wolfish downstairs. Yet the knot pushing itself into your hole still shocked you.
In one rough trust his knot found a home inside your soft walls, forcing his cock right up into your sweet spot. A choked cry escaped you as your vision went white, cumming hard as your own orgasam milked his.
With a growl he buried his fangs into your shoulder, hips pressed flat to yours. Warmth spread throughout your hole as his cum pumped into you, his knot keeping it locked securely inside of you. With nowhere else for his seed to go it continued to fill you, spreading itself into every nook and cranny it could find. With your body pressed flat against the hard counter it was easy for you to feel the slight bulge forming in your stomach. You groaned, you had never felt this full before.
The Dealmaker detached his fangs from your flesh, gently licking away the small drops of blood. Once cleaned he pressed a kiss to the spot. Distinctively you felt something strange - something magical - resonate from where his lips touched.
"Your wish is granted, my dear~"
Notes:
Fun fact!
This fanfic was inspired by me and my gf making jokes not having enough Soul Energy and having to fuck Wolfboy Victor to pay instead😂
(Also the voice kink was from my reaction to his voice in the Halloween Event song asdfghjkl🥵)
