Thinking about a princess!reader x jester!fredweasley who can’t get enough of his girls pussy. (Pt.4!!!! Jesus Christ it’s wild how many ppl wanted this🤭)
Your favourite jester didn’t seem as happy as he normally is when he performed earlier on today- didn’t send you a cheeky wink or smirk, didn’t send you a knowing look at the blush on your face..he barely even glanced at you..
Maybe you did something to annoy him? Maybe he’s finally realised how much trouble he’ll get into if he’s caught. Maybe you’re just not arousing him the way you used too..
Or..maybe, just maybe..it was because your so-called future husband was sat next to you the entire show.
He’ll never forget the way the bastards grey eyes roamed over your body- how his hand slowly made its way along your thigh, over that infamous red dress he’s taken off countless times now- how his confidence only grew with every large gulp of wine he had throughout the night..how uncomfortable you looked with the entire situation.
Fred knows what dukes are like..he could tell from the moment he stepped into the dining room that he was a proper twat..the way he didn’t hesitate to kiss your hand then shamelessly drool over your gorgeous breasts he’s grown to love so much over the time you’ve spent together. Your beautiful curves, your hair, eyes..
He hates to admit it but he got very, very jealous.
He knows he has no business feeling jealous. Fuck, he shouldn’t even look at you, nevermind touch you the way he has..he should be dead- heaven knows how the two of you have gotten away with it for this long, it’s a mystery to him. But it has..the two of you have made it…work.
He wants to be the one to take your hand..to have you as his wife and him as your husband. It’s pathetic really. He’s a jester for fucks sake and your..fuck! your you. The princess. The future queen of the kingdom!
You were under the impression that he wouldn’t have come tonight, like he does every Friday. Just as you were about to officially go to bed..he burst into your room- tears in his eyes, looking ready to beg you on his hands and knees with everything he had not to marry the duke.
You were quick to kiss him, to shut him up of course, pushing him against your wall with an eagerness he’s never quite seen in you. He almost moaned at the sight of you falling to your knees in front of him- and fuck, he wasn’t going to stop you..
His head tilts back against the stone, his lips parting and his jaw clenched. “Fuck.” He gasps softly, his hand moving to tangle into your hair, his red jester pants lay on the floor around his boots, his belt thrown to the side carelessly.
His grip is gentle but firm- almost possessive as he he begins to guide your head back and forth at a steady pace, his lips parted and his breathing unsteady. “Oh god, princess- where did you- fuck, learn this?..” your mouth is wrapped around his needy, throbbing, length- your tounge is swirling the best it can around every vein and inch he has to give. You want to show him how much you truly do love him..how much he means to you. Even if he is of a lower class, your time together has meant more to you than anything.
Your hands work around the length you’re not focusing on, your hands gently grazing against the hairs that lay near his V-line, along with that happy trail you love so much.
You smirk smugly at his small pants and little noises. You’ve done this once before but it wasn’t nearly as good- you can tell by how beautiful he looks above you now, lips parted- chest heaving. God, you’d give anything to see that fave every single dammed day. It’s finally your turn to make him feel good.
His other hand moves to the other side of your head, both of them gently push himself deeper down your throat, he lets out a choked groan, his tounge darting out to set his drying lips..
“Such a good girl- oh fuck..god, your a slut! Yes-! Fuck-” He gasps out as quietly as he can. “Sucking off the clown like some basic whore on the streets, dirtying your knees and that- goddam dress!” His hips stutter against your lips, his tip pressing against the back of your throat gently, his eyes roll back..
“Didn’t know this mouth was good for more than ordering people around.” He says it sarcastically- even whilst getting the best head of his life, he acts a fool..He laughs softly and looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing in bliss when he sees how good you look down there for him.
“You like this..don’t you?” His right hand gently moves to cradle the side of your face, his other hand still supporting your movements. “Being on your knees for a clown? For someone so..below you? Knowing what’ll happen if and- probably when, we get caught? Bet your fucking soaked under that devilish dress-”
you gently slap the front of his thigh with your hand as a warning, letting it rest there afterwards, using it as leverage to bob your head slightly faster, the tip of your nose pushing gently into his smaller bush. He groans, louder than he probably should, before pushing your hair out of your face- his thumb gently rubbing over your skin. “Ohhhh, shit. Oh god, I love you- love you so much-” he lets out a small sob, his hips moving forwards and against your warm mouth faster and needier.
He keys out..the smallest of whines, his nose scrunching as he tries to focus on not finishing right down your throat.
You look up at him through your lashes, your lips moving to wrap around his tip, sucking gently on the sensitive skin.
The action makes his entire body convulse and a loud, broken, moan come from his lips. he pushes your head away by your hair, making you moan softly. He finishes right onto your face, the white substance goes over your cheek, lips and even a little on your nose, making your nose scrunch in half disgust half..delight?
Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him and you can’t help the warmth that begins to settle in your lower stomach, the neediness that normally appears alongside Fred suddenly bursting through you like fireworks.
“You’re welcome.” You say playfully, your own chest moving up and down at a slightly abnormal rate. Is this the type of high he gets every time he makes you cum so..harshly? You think you understand now why he insists on spending so long between your own two legs now.
He laughs softly and looks down at you. “Thank you..” he whispers, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. He legs go of your hair and runs his fingers through your soft locks..
“I love you too..” you whisper, looking up at him with soft, almost gentle, eyes..
He takes a deep breath and immediately pulls you up, leaning down to smash his lips against yours. “You have- no idea..” his hands go to your hips, pulling you against him as he walks the two of you towards your bed. “How long I’ve been dying to hear that from you.” His voice is soft yet so..strong. As if he’s seconds away from breaking.
You moan and kiss him back with passion, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes the two of you down against your bed.
“I love you- fuck, I love you.” He repeats and you nod quickly. “I love you-” He smiles, using his hands to wipe his..liquid off your face, making you giggle.
You…love the court jester. You love Fred Weasley.
And suddenly, it doesn’t seem like the worst possible thing.
notes: so here’s part 4 to hell over me. i literally have no words like, i’m enjoying this series so so much. there’s another part at least after this one.
warnings: none
word count: 3k
part one i, part two ii, part three iii, part v
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Magic was always around Calum.
Growing up, he was taught that the magic that ran through his veins was different compared to others. It was believed that the witches were gifted their magic from the goddess Hecate. The magic that they wielded was for the good of others, in the honour of their goddess helping Demeter when she was searching for Persephone.
There was magic that thrummed in his blood, not just from his father's side of the family with celtic magic burning bright, but from his mother’s side too. Tribal magic.
He’d never believed it until he turned eight and his grandfather sat him down and explained to Calum his role as a Tohunga ahurewa. He explained the title and it's the equivalent of a highest class of priests.
The following year, Calum began tutelage under his grandfather, learning the tribal tongue as they taught him the prayers, chants and songs which invoked old magic.
With the witches blood within him, when he began to chant, the tribal elders realised they had a powerful sorcerer within their tribe. Calum was afforded the highest title at his age and he began to learn the old magic.
He took to the teachings like a duck to water. He found something that he was not only good at, but he knew that his own magic benefitted the rest of the tribes.
Calum knew that the witches would begin to get curious about his magic, about his heritage. He’d always prepared himself for them to either steal him away or at the very least, argue for him to return to their sides to learn like his father before him.
But then at sixteen, he was encouraged to go from the other elders. And so he went without argument. His parents saw him off, his mother offering a blessing and a whispered prayer of protection. His father simply smiled.
“They will accept you as family.” Were his only words in farewell.
And his father had been right.
The witches that had greeted him when he stepped into their territory welcomed him with open arms and he could feel the magic that was thrumming through them and the area around them.
“How do you focus?” He barely whispered as the passed another strong barrier. The first witch, Jade, laughed as she threw her arm across his shoulders, pulling the teenager into her side. He didn’t protest and accepted the offered comfort as another wave of powerful magic washed over them.
“We are tied to our own magic, but you, cousin, are tied to the earth's magic. That’s why you feel it so strongly.” Her explanation did not stop him from falling to his knees as they reached the most powerful barrier he’d felt in his life.
The moment his fingers touched the grass, nails digging into the dirt, he felt the magic connect to him, accept him.
Jade simply stood over him, smirking.
“Welcome, little Tohunga. Our magic accepts you and will teach you over the coming years.”
It took him months to adapt to their magic. Or at least, it took him months to stop collapsing every time he reached the strongest layer of magic.
Jade took him under her wing and began to teach him about the various types of magic. And slowly he began to return to his roots to incorporate the two together.
And that was when he knew he’d attracted the wrong kind of attention.
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“Calum?” He peeled his eyes back at the sound of his name, his entire body aching. The binds were locked so tightly and he knew that he was in danger of dying.
As his eyes drifted over the newcomer, it took him a long second for the face to click in his head and panic surgered before it was flattened once more.
“Fuck.” The mutter came out, knowing that if Ashton had been sent, then Lucifer knew that Calum had either survived and been captured or he was dead.
“Two demons, a werewolf and a vampire walk into the siren's den. Shall we figure out how this ends?” Calum would have laughed had he had any energy. The vampire had been entertaining to begin with, but when his binds had gotten stronger, his awareness had diminished till he was constantly on the verge of passing out, unable to fight the sirens magic.
“Is there a reason why you’re here then, vampire?” Calum’s lips twitched. He knew his closest friend would be determined to figure everything out.
Ashton’s question was met with stony silence before-
“Luke.” He finally muttered. “My name is Luke.” The vampire reiterated.
Calum wasn’t at all shocked that Ashton had managed to get the vampires name when he’d failed to do so.
“Ashton.” The words were returned evenly. Calum tilted his head to look towards the other two.
“The council refused to believe that the sirens took my mate. They murdered the wolf’s chosen mate. Not too sure why you two are here, though.”
“Relics.” Calum muttered in time with Ashton, his voice clearly exhausted. He was fighting to keep himself conscious by this point.
“What kind?” Calum wanted to snap, his temper flaring, but it dropped almost as fast as it had come.
“The kind that would protect the supernatural from this. The sirens overstepped.” Ashton muttered and Luke snorted. Calum held back his own sigh.
“When do they not? Believe they’re fucking immune to the laws of the supernatural.”
“In parts they are. However, they took the King's consort.” Calum ignored the stabbing pain in his heart at that. Despite being the King’s Consort, she’d also been his closest friend besides Ashton. Knowing she’d been murdered hurt.
“Human or demon?”
“Hybrid. Legend would lead you to believe that they don’t exist. But they do, they’re just rare. This one had been raised on earth, the whole nature versus nurture idea. The day she met the King, he was changed.”
“They murdered her.” Calum closed his eyes.
“He felt the bond between them snap violently. That would only ever happen with murder. Archangel Gabriel had to stop him from wiping the planet just to destroy the sirens.”
Calum parted his lips, ready to back the King’s actions but then he felt everything snap black and he knew no more.
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“Talisia, they’re by the boundary line!” Calum called over to the high witch. She took one look at Calum, her eyes taking in the small glow about him and realised he was using his tribal magic to connect with the earth.
“Can you encase them?”
“No. There’s something with them which is stopping me from doing so. I might be wrong but it feels like familiar magic.” He called back, a frown on his features before they morphed into panic.
Talisia made her way over to him, her hand resting on his shoulder and Calum snapped from the trance.
Time had been kind to him as he’d spent years studying with the other witches. Six years had been too long, at twenty two he’d grown into his body.
Calum knew that his last year with the witches would be to build new protections and learn the politics of the supernatural, as a precaution.
At first he didn’t understand why, but when he’d set a demon aflame in his panic to protect the witches, to protect his new family, he knew he’d angered powerful beings.
Light fingers grasped his tattooed bicep and he knew what she was asking.
“Let me pull back. I haven’t attempted to transport whilst holding magic like this yet.” He muttered as he pulled himself back. Before, it took chants and songs for his magic to refocus, but after months of training from the witches, he was able to do it silently, a flare of magic surrounding the two of them before she pulled him with her, apparating to the boundary line.
And Calum nearly fell to his knees when he saw who was stood there.
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Words were indistinct. He couldn’t separate one from the other. And it was beginning to frustrate him. But then he heard the sentence that chilled his blood.
“Do you think I don’t know this? I am to be cursed for eternity if she does the spell under coercion and I want no part of this.” His mind quickly put together that the sirens were working with old magic.
And then it hit him.
They worked with the magic that the witches taught him. For all they knew, that was his only heritage. His tribal heritage wasn’t known. It was kept under wraps for the duration of his stay with the witches. The only ones who knew were the ones who were apart of the high council.
“Help the other demon, if he stays disconnected from his magic any longer, he’ll perish.” Calum felt his magic pull back from what he was taught, allowing the old magic to wash over him. He knew that after this, he was going to have to revisit his old Tohunga.
“What about you?” Ashton’s voice pulled his attention for a second as he heard something shift. He guessed that it was the siren, moving over to help him. He knew he’d just need seconds of her magic to protect against the rest of them.
He could feel her fingers touch his temple and his magic latched on as Luke spoke.
“Unless they murder Carina, I’ll be fine.” And then the siren song began and Calum could feel the magic fighting his own.
He felt his body get swept under, but his magic kept him on the edge of consciousness, working against the sirens magic.
-
His parents and sister were stood there, their wrists shackled together, and he could see that they were tighter than necessary.
“Now, I wouldn’t have brought the family along, however I need you to not set me on fire, little witch boy. Or should I say Tohunga?” The tribal name sounded twisted leaving the demons lips. Calum’s fingers clenched into a fist.
“What do you want from me?” The demon smirked at him, his eyes flashing as a sigil appeared above him. And Calum’s heart dropped.
“A soul for a soul, boy. Which one should it be?” He watched in horror as his sister fell to her knees, a scream ripping from her throat.
He ignored Talisia’s hand as he launched forward, feeling the magic wrap around his throat as he shouted.
“Stop!”
His sisters screams had been reduced to breathless sobs and his heart wrenched.
“You killed one of my demons, I do not take kindly to that.” And he watched as his parents stared at him in horror. His mother had dropped to her knees to comfort his sister and he felt his gut twist.
“Leave them alone, they’re not apart of this.” Calum finally muttered and he watched as the shackled disappeared, feeling his gut twist as he watched his sister cling to their parents.
Before he could protest the treatment of his family, more demons turned up and he felt the horror mount as they stood around his family, poised.
His eyes stared in horror, the scene unfolding as a scream tore through his sisters lips when the first demon wrapped what looked like to be a whip around her throat.
A grip seemed to dig into his shoulder, and he could feel the burn, mingled yelling escaping from his parents as he felt the claws dig so deep into his shoulder, Calum was certain that if he moved, his shoulder would get torn off.
“You were the ones that left him to this last resort. His soul is mine.” And Calum felt his heart break at the looks of betrayal from his family.
“I-I was left with no choice!” He pleaded with them, unable to move as they stepped back from him. “The demon would’ve killed all of us!” He pleaded with his parents as his sister was released from the whip, burns wrapped around the skin of her throat.
His heart shattered as darkness engulfed him and he was tossed away from the towering demon, a sharp cry escaping from his lips.
“Eternity doesn’t look so good now, does it, boy? Get moving.”
He realised that he would forever be barred from tribal grounds and everything came crashing down as he felt the sharp pain jolt in his heart, a scream ripped from his throat as his entire body began to change and adjust.
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“What the fuck was that?” Luke snapped, pulling Calum from his slumber and Calum could feel the bindings snap beneath the water and his strength return.
He was going to make the sirens regret the day they decided to muder Lucifer’s Queen.
“That was my wake up call.” His voice was tired as he cracked his neck, feeling more alive than he’d done in too long.
“Calum?”
Calum turned towards Luke, ignoring his friend. There would be time for explanations once they were out of that hell hole.
“You said you went to every council?” His tone was sharp and Luke looked taken aback.
“Yeah, almost every council agreed. The only one that didn’t was the vampire council, mostly because I never asked of them.” Luke lifted his shoulders into a shrug and the magic began to build again. But this time he felt his own combat it and it felt like a power rush.
“Good, because they think they can break me, but they don’t know me.” And he watched as the sirens face dropped as he stood up, his hands free of the bindings.
Magic seemed to surround him as his eyes fell shut and he felt every bind snap. He could feel the sirens weak bond to her sisters, but before his magic could touch it, he watched as Ashton’s own magical signature snapped the bond, tying her to him.
Calum felt relief flood him that he wouldn’t have to face murdering the siren that had been trying to help them.
“These sirens chose the wrong creatures to break. I’m going to make them pay and when I’m through with them, the mere memory of them will be tainted enough for people to forget.” Calum growled out as his magic receded.
And as the siren helped them from the water pit, once her hands touched Ashton’s, Calum saw as her body accepted the bond between her and him.
“I’ll show you the secret passages. I can’t let them live after this.”
Calum smirked as his fingers snapped and the damp clothes were dry once more and the wolf laughed in shock.
“Who knew that demons could be handy.”
“Who knew that wolves would be good to fit through the smaller holes to make bigger.” Calum fired back and a groan escaped from the wolf before he shifted, his bulky mass immediately shoving into the caverns sides.
Calum turned to Ashton, unsurprised to see his arm around the sirens body, her gaze unsure.
“Your loyalty to your sisters is no longer there. What they may have forgotten to tell you is that my magic is tribal. They didn’t know how to fight it so they simply went for the one that was familiar to them.” He explained as the wolf continued to break away parts of the cavern.
A hiss told them that the vampire began to help.
“That’s why they had you under so many binds.” She whispered in shock and he nodded, his smile grim.
“I don’t know the witch they captured personally, but I know her friend. The high council were my mentors before I became a demon. If they taught her like they taught me, they most likely gave her what’s called a backdoor key. It’s a spell that can get a certain amount of people out of an enchanted place. However, it’s limited. It means that there will be people who need to stay behind.” Her eyes widened.
“You plan to take out the species?” There was a snarl from behind him and Calum turned as the wolf shifted back to his human form.
“Why the fuck did you tell her that?” His eyes were glowing, the anger rolling off him in waves. Calum rolled his eyes.
“Because she has no ties to the sisterhood anymore. Her bond with my brother in everything but blood has secured that.”
“So she is my mate?” Ashton’s words made Calum turn his head and he met Ashton’s gaze evenly.
“Yes. You know that my magic is attuned to you. I watched as you snapped her bond with them. It’s gone, no loyalty, nothing. Not to them.”
“If she gets us killed, I’m going to find you in the afterlife and make it hell.” The wolf snapped as he shifted back, budging the last of the rock away from the cavern, letting it fall away to give them all enough room to break through.
Once they were out, Calum could feel the magic become overwhelming and he knew they were panicking now. Their presence had been sensed.
He almost wished he was wrong, but it was barely seconds as a dozen sirens came from around the next bend and he watched as their bodies shifted and morphed, screeches escaping as they launched to the group of five.
“Time to test out my theory.” Came the mutter from Calum, earning looks of shock from the others.
His hands lifted to the air as he let loose a tribal cry, magic swirling around him as it met the crescendo pitch of the sirens song.
He closed his eyes and for the first time since he became a demon, he prayed.
