hi i would like to make a request for beatrix fate (tws) where the reader (woman) consoles bea after she gets out of jail (time after the winx drama) and the ending is very comforting, i love beatrix and i feel she needs more love than she had in the two seasons, if you can't make it, no problem, have a nice day ^^ (by the way sorry if the request is not understood very well, i am relying on internet to write, my native language is spanish, and i just started to study english more, so for the moment it's very bad lol)
Hey ofcourse i can try to write it but at the Moment i don't really have a clear head (and don't worry english is also not my native language it's german 🥰)
A/N: Well hi there. Been thinking about Charlize’s Lesso. I know the movie ain’t chronically accurate to the books but you gotta admit. The movie version of Lady Lesso is just, no words can describe.
Now I’m still studying her character so bare with me ! Haha.
- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Okay, so this is hard. Cause there’s mixed feelings. If you’re a one night stand she’s a cold bitch. But if you’re her loved one, I actually think she would hold you close, help clean you up and take care of you. Don’t get me wrong, she will still tease and make fun of you, but with a soft heart.
- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She loves everything about you. She will never voice it, never, but if she had to choose it would be your hips, perhaps your eyes. She loves to touch you, obviously.
- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)
She’s one dirty queen. She will devour you. You’re her favorite meal of the day.
- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
To be fair, course girl got secrets, but I think she lays everything on the table when she starts “courting” you. She doesn’t hide what she likes to do in bed.
- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Well, I would like to say because of the time period, she doesn’t really have the experience but we all know our dear lady lesso has tried a bit of everything. Of course she’s knowing what she’s doing.
She learns very quickly what gets you going.
- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Anything where she can look you in the eye. Adores the look of pure bliss on you. Soaks it all up and her ego gets bigger each time.
- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
I mean. It can be serious but I think she’ll laugh here and there. It is the Dean of Evil we’re talking about 👀
- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
She keeps it clean and trimmed, even though she doesn’t really care.
- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Again, if it’s a one night stand, it’s not romantic and usually kinda cold. If you’re her lover it’s more warm in the air, if you get me.
- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Of course she does it. Keeps the stress away. She doesn’t do it as much anymore as she’s got you. She’s gonna use you instead. She will do it to tease you.
You can look but not touch. 👀
- Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Oh boy. Whew.
BDSM, mommy kink, orgasm denial, praise, pet play, overstimulation, choking, spanking, she likes that she’s taller than you and uses it to tower over you, verbal humiliation, using her magic, pet names is a must, marking you and seeing it on you the next day, 👀
Again it’s the Dean of Evil we’re talking about 👀
- Location (Favourite places to do the do)
She’ll do it anywhere almost. She prefers her office, but she would spare you the open places 👀
“Best be quiet, darling. Wouldn’t want anyone to know how bad you’ve been.”
- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
She feel’s specifically warm when she hears you yell or tell someone to shut up. Let’s say you’re an unusual quiet Evil, so when you really lose your shit, oh boy does she love it. She’ll get this special glint in her eyes and would just stand there, waiting for you to finish before dragging you away.
She loves teasing you, it’s her specialty. There isn’t a moment where a specific thought doesn’t go through your mind when she’s around. She doesn’t even have to do anything. Just that wicked smile of hers is enough.
- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Share you. Absolutely not. You’re hers and nobody else’s.
- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
She loves watching you come undone from her mouth. And it’s enough for her, but she wouldn’t say no if you so sweetly go down on your knees.
- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It’ll depend on her mood. Sometimes it’s slow to tease you, but if she’s been having a rough day she’ll go rougher until she has you crying beneath her.
- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Oh god, she’ll do them all the time. Between classes? She’s all over you. You could be in the middle of a class. She doesn’t care. You’re coming with her.
- Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
She loves taking risks, 100%. Having you be quiet as students pass the door? The time is running out? She loves to experiment in bed. Always trying new things with you.
- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
She will tire you out. She can go on forever.
“Already tired? Hm, quite disappointing I must admit. I know you got more in you. My good girl.”
- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
They didn’t really exist, but she will use her magic for a vibrating feeling.
- Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She’s the queen of teasing. She’s so unfair, it’s unfair.
No question, she’s a tease 24/7.
- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
She’ll make you scream. She isn’t the quiet type either.
- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
She’s wicked evil 😜
- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
She wears matching lingerie, in black. It’s a matching lace set. Perhaps a dark grayish color ?
- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Oh it’s high alright. You won’t ever be bored baby.
- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
To be fair. After she’s done making sure you’re alright. She’s out. She gets worn out as well, even though she’ll never admit to it. So she will often fall asleep before you do. Her bare, pale face. It’s often you who will watch her sleep for a bit. The soft snores coming out of her? She will kill you if you ever mention it to someone.
Dimitri Belikov x dhampir!f!reader
Summary: After a successful hunt it is time to celebrate.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, mentions of death
WC: 2.4k
Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4
The silence was comfortable as you made your way to your apartment and you were glad he wasn’t one of those men who felt the need to always talk just to hear the sound of their own voice. He merely kept pace at your side and waited patiently as you entered the pincode to your door.
Life underground would have been claustrophobic if it wasn’t for the screens set into the walls, images of the world outside filling them to almost give the feeling that they were just windows.
“Security or aesthetic?” he asked as he recognised the forest that lay beyond the wards.
You disappeared into your bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit but Dimitri took it from you and pointed to the small kitchen table with two chairs. “Both,” you finally answered as you pulled your jacket off and sat down. “We don’t have the blessing of the High Priestess to get proper wards, just what the Elementalists who live here can put together. They are enough to give us warning of an attack but not enough to stop it.”
Dimitri frowned while he unpacked the first aid kit and began cleaning your wound. “I haven’t heard of the Underworld being attacked.”
“There hasn’t been one in the last decade, not since the hunters took up permanent residence here.” You hissed as the rubbing alcohol touched the broken skin but held back the string of curses you would have aimed at Dimitri. “The strigoi aren’t stupid enough to try.”
His lips parted with a question but then he closed them and shook his head as if he didn’t want to ask, or didn’t know how to. After a deep breath he finally got the courage. “How many?”
“Twelve.”
His face pinched and you took the bandage from his hand as he sat rooted to the spot, the calm before the storm. “You wasted the lives of twelve guardia– twelve dhampirs. Was it worth it? To right some wrong against you? For vengeance?”
You dropped the bandage and forgot it as it unravelled, falling to the floor and rolling away. “It’s nice to see that your faith in us is so little, and I didn’t waste a single dhampir’s life. And that wrong I am trying to right, that I am trying to stop from repeating itself, was...” You cut yourself off with sharp intake of breath and pointed to the door, turning your back as you reached to get a fresh bandage and hid the tears that pricked your eyes. “Get back to your self-righteous side of the tracks, Dimitri.”
The door slammed shut a moment later and you angrily wrapped your arm before changing into fresh clothes, a long sleeve shirt covering the white gauze. It hurt you more than you would care to admit, seeing the condemnation in his eyes. Maybe you were wrong and he wasn’t the man you thought he was, the one that would fit in your world.
Sam was dragging Duke and Zane down the hall singing a bawdy song and skipping merrily when she came across Dimitri. He was a storm to be reckoned with and Duke immediately stepped in front of Sam in a protective stance. Just as quickly as she was blocked, she sidestepped Duke and forced Dimitri to stop or knock her down.
“What happened?” she asked, knowing exactly what room the guardian had come from.
“How can you all be so happy when you lost twelve of your own tonight?” Dimitri growled and Sam narrowed her eyes at him.
Duke draped an arm over her shoulder and gave him a shiteating grin. “We didn’t lose anyone, none of the teams did. We took out twelve of those fuckers and saved six hostages. Viktor’s team killed another eight. Tell me, when was the last time your precious guardians did something like that?”
Dimitri swallowed and looked away ashamed. Sam felt bad for him, he was obviously feeling guilty about what happened in your room. Cutting him some slack, she slipped out of Duke’s arm and looped hers into Dimitri’s. “You guys go get ready for the celebration, I’ll catch up.”
Duke looked like he wanted to argue but Zane gave him a shove and then continued to their apartments, leaving Sam and Dimitri alone in the hall. “There’s something you should see.”
It was a short walk to the meadow. It was a cavern that had been blessed by strong elementalists so that it was always full of life. The magic that had been bestowed upon it was old, so old that few remembered the spells now. It was this magic that allowed a stream to bubble quietly through the meadow of lush green grass, earth and water magic. Air and fire magic worked cohesively to keep the room brightly lit and warm despite never seeing a lick of daylight.
“What is this place?” Dimitri asked as he took it all in, especially the names carved into the stone walls.
“There’s no official name for it but it was made for us,” said Sam. She walked over to the wall and brushed her fingers over the names, some carved centuries ago, some were just there months. “We have been called fanatics and glory seekers but that is not why any of us do it. We each know the risk of facing a strigoi, perhaps more than the guardians.
“My sister was turned when she was protecting her Moroi, he was non-royal and so his family only had one guardian. There was nothing she could do when four strigoi attacked. Her greatest fear was to become one of them, and she had told me she would rather die.
“I hunted her down and saved her the only way I could.” Sam stopped beside her sister's name that she had carved in the stone, Florence. “I was to be sent to the communes because of it but y/n saved me, she heard what I did and knew I was made for more than breeding and blood whoring. She taught me how to embrace the darkness that would have festered inside me.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Dimitri asked politely after digesting her heavy words, following her further along to where she stopped once again.
“So you can stop asking yourself why anyone would choose to live one day at a time.”
Dimitri stared at the names all carved with the same delicate style and shared your last name. He could see you there, gritting through the cramps in your hand as you spent hours chiselling the names of your family into the stone with the same fierce determination you did everything with. So many names.
Sam reached into a natural shelf in the stone and held a small hammer and chisel out for him. They were surprisingly heavy in his hands or maybe that was just in his head as he felt the burden they bore.
“I’ll wait outside,” Sam said as she left him in the meadow.
Dimitri blew away the stone dust that he had carved out and ran his fingers over the letters. Alexei. His best friend and his Moroi to protect. The tools clattered to the ground as he finished and he knelt in the grass, letting the permanence of his death finally take root in his chest.
Dimitri hadn’t been allowed to the funeral because Alexei was royal, and he had been immediately assigned to another royal. They come first. Dimitri had followed his orders but he had never taken the time to grieve or let it settle in his soul that his best friend was gone, forever.
“Wash your hands and come along,” Sam said when Dimitri picked up the tools and placed them back on the shelf, “don’t want to be late to the party.”
Dimitri shook his head and replied quietly, “I’m not really in the partying mood.” He washed his hands in the stream and as he stood he felt the magic in the water shift something deep inside him. He stared at his fingers that were still tingling moments later and looked to Sam for the answer.
“Calming isn’t it.” She looped her arm in his once again and led him out of the meadow. “Trust me, this isn’t just a party.”
A fire was blazing in the centre of the room but no smoke and no heat radiated from the flames that the hunters gathered around. The ceremony may have been newer than the Death Watch but it was still something that had predated your grandfather's grandfather and then some according to the history books that dwelled in the archives.
Every team had gathered for the celebration so there were just shy of 50 hunters filling the room and a handful of Moroi that were needed for the rites. Even with the black masks you could still recognise the brothers and sisters who had fought by your side and you greeted them warmly as you made your way to the front, to where Boris and the other team leaders waited.
You nearly stumbled when you caught a pair of brown eyes staring back at you and your heels caught on the uneven stone floor. Strong hands steadied you and you swallowed as you saw pity in his eyes.
“I’m going to kill her,” you muttered as you looked at Sam.
“No you won’t,” Dimitri whispered in your ear, his hands still resting on your waist. “I think I understand now, or at least I am starting to.”
A whistle pierced the air and every dhampir winced at the sound before turning to face the front. You weren’t going to make it to Boris now so you stayed where you were, letting yourself enjoy the heat of Dimitri’s hands on your body.
An old, long retired hunter called Maxon stepped forward and into the firelight, raising his scarred fist as his voice filled the huge cavern, “Tonight we celebrate the saved.”
The voice of every hunter was unified as you raised your fist in response. “To the saved.”
“Their souls freed with our courage and strength.” Maxon grabbed his stake that had kept him alive through the decades and drew it from the sheath on his hip. “Tonight we celebrate the living.”
Dimitri was ready this time and his voice echoed in your ear, “To the living.”
Raising his stake to the roof, Maxon let his tears fall and glisten in the firelight. “Tonight we honour our fallen brothers and sisters, may their memory live on.”
The silver stakes reflected the flames as every dhampir lifted theirs up as you made your vows, “We will remember them.”
The magic that held the fire was released and the bonfire splintered into smaller flames that ignited the candles that were spread around the room. The ceremony was over and with a lighter heart, the real party would begin.
“That’s it?” Dimitri asked when the din of the crowd rose the earth users opened the cavern walls to the private nightclub on the other side.
“As opposed to having a drink and tossing it in a fire?” you shot back with a smirk that quickly dropped. “If someone had died then it would have taken our stake and pierced our finger. Sacrificing a drop of blood to the flames, a small sacrifice for the greater one that they gave. Then an earth user would have inscribed their name to the bricks over there before the closest person to the fallen would bury their stake in the brick. A warrior's memorial.”
Dimitri followed your gaze to the back wall that he had thought was illuminated by little lights but they were the ends of stake handles. His feet carried him closer and he scanned the names and dates, surprised that most made it past the age of 50 and that they went back hundreds of years.
“I thought the hunters only came here 10 years ago.”
“Hunters have always come to the Underworld,” you said with a shrug. “It was the only place that welcomed us even 400 years ago, but they were still largely nomadic. The strigoi numbers were low enough that they had to actively search for them across the globe. Now, there’s so many we don’t have to go more than a few hours away to find them.”
Dimtri ran a hand over his jaw and shook his head. “I still can’t believe this has stayed a secret.”
“We supposedly threaten the security of the royals by being proactive, if they are good for one thing it is protecting their interests. They make us sound like zealots for fear more guardians would abandon their roles and join us, not that it would matter.”
He crossed his arms and puffed his chest out. “You don’t think guardians would join the fight?”
You smiled at his defensiveness and circled him. “There are guardians and there are hunters. Just because a guardian can stake a strigoi when they are attacked doesn’t mean they can walk through the gates of hell and pick a fight with a den of them. It takes a special kind of fucked up for that.”
His eyes darkened as he turned and followed your steps, a slow dance of restraint. “The kind that comes with losing the people you love.”
Your eyes broke away from him to glare at Sam, your ability to find her among the crowd bordered on a sixth sense. “She had no right to tell you.”
Dimitri caught your chin and turned your attention back to him as his jaw ticked below the half mask he wore. “She didn’t tell me anything, she took me to the meadow.” He kissed the tender skin below your ear as he whispered, “When you are ready, I want to hear your story - everything, good and bad.”
You took a breath and stepped back before you fell completely for his charm, throwing him a carefree smile and offering your hand. “What I am ready for is a strong drink and an even stronger man. Is that something you can help me with?”
He laced his fingers with yours, letting you have the distance you needed to think on his words. Sweeping past you, he tightened his grip and wove through the crowd towards the bar in answer to your question. Sam cheered as she caught sight of you, raising her glass and mouthing sorry before she disappeared onto the dancefloor.
Tomorrow, you would deal with her tomorrow. Tonight was to celebrate the living.
“You lost puppy?” – commented Riven with a sly smile. You rolled with your eyes at him approaching you. He tilted his head to the side, smirking as he loved to see a reaction from you. You didn’t gave him one, just slowly crossing your arms. – “Leave my girlfriend alone, Riven!” – you heard being called out. From behind Riven appeared Beatrix with a cunningly smile. She moved past Riven as you pretended to bite at him. He scrunched his nose, wiggling his head in a mocking way. You licked your lips soft when Beatrix let her fingers slide down your cheek. She purred, taking a hold of you.
Beatrix swooped you up, kissing you forcefully. Riven looked a bit awkward away, tugging his hands in his pocket. Beatrix turned around; her lipstick smudged all over your lips. – “You were saying.” – asked she with a stone-cold look. Riven opened his jacket with his hands still tugged inside. He turned around, knowing not to mess with her. Beatrix turned her attention to you again, moving her fingers through your hair. – “How is my little mix.” – purred she out with a melodic voice. You locked your arm around hers, heading for class. – “Perfect, my storm.” – complimented you back.
More Beatrix x reader please. Any context you like. I loved your last fic about them. But please, don't feel pressured into anything. Have a great day!
(may have been inspired by the gif this time)
"Bea, we really shouldn't be here", you repeated for the bazillionth time, looking around once more just to be sure that you were still actually alone in the library.
"Relax", she grinned, taking another step along the rows and rows of books.
You leaned against a different shelf and crossed your arms.
"Why are we even here?", you asked, raising your eyebrows at her. She pulled a book out, opened it to a random page, closed it and put it back again, before turning around to you.
"Late night studying?", she said, hiding a grin that told you you were doing anything but late night studying here.
You straightened as she stepped closer.
"Come on, Bea. Tell me. What are we sneaking into the library at 2am on a weekday for?"
She came close enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek and the goosebumps on your arms. Your own breath hitched in your throat.
"You tell me", she shrugged. You rolled your eyes and looked away.
"Bea, be honest with me, what do you need?", you asked again. She sighed and walked back to the shelf she'd been inspecting.
"A book", she said, dragging her fingertips along the spines of the many, many books there were.
"What a revelation", you scoffed. "What book could be important enough that you'd need to steal it in the middle of the night?"
Beatrix stayed silent for another minute of her search, before eventually smiling in triumph and pulling out a huge, old dictionary. She put it away immediately again though, onto one of the tables on the side, and reached into the space she'd freed of it with her arm. Your eyebrows rose. As far as you were aware, usually shelves were not that long in the back.
"This one", Bea finally grinned and turned around to you, showing you the even older, practically ancient, one that she had found in the secret compartment.
"Okay, I'll give you that, this one does look important as fuck", you admitted in surprise, uncrossing your arms and taking a step towards her as she handed it to you. "I'm just gonna assume it was hidden away for what must have been centuries for a reason."
Beatrix smiled. "Damn right."
You looked up at her and then back down at the book.
"I'm not even gonna ask what you want with it", you said slowly and handed it back to her. She sighed.
"Probably for the better anyway", she agreed, suddenly so close to you again that you almost stumbled back in surprise.
"Now that I've got it, I'm just thinking..." She trailed off and glanced down at your lips with a grin. "We are all alone for a while, why not make the best of it?"
Okay mabyeeeee but just mabye i drunk a little bit to much and now i am texing my best friend howw much i LOVE Beatrix like i love her more than my life
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