Yall Know The First Chapter Is Out Right?

Y’all Know the First Chapter is Out Right?

I have nothing to say... It’s all in the title.

A Love Too Pure: 1

WARNING: Language

Alora’s POV

“Astoria! If you don’t get your slow arse on this fucking train!” I yell from the platform, the train starting to move. “Can’t you tell your dad to stop the train?” She yells as she juggles her owl, trunk and extra suitcases. I levitate her slow ass on the train and hop on the train last minute.

Astoria glares. “You didn’t have to rush me! I was going to make it!” I side-eye her. “Yeah. We’ll go with that!” “You two are so fucking loud, you know that?” Enzo says walking up the aisle. 

I roll my eyes at Enzo. “Well, I don’t complain when you’re fucking some desperate bitch against the wall on the way to her dorm.” Enzo chuckles. I walk past him to see Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all sitting in a booth. “We thought you both weren’t going to make it, considering how loud Alora was yelling form the platform.”

Astoria scoffs. “They are just being dramatic.” 

TIME SKIP

“Very best evenings to you all.” Dad says and I smile. Even though I always hated having to listen to these things, I always loved seeing him. I haven’t seen him all summer- due to the fact that I was spending the summer in Barbados with Astoria. 

“First off, let me introduce the newest six-year students of the Slytherin house (so this takes place during the half blood prince) at Hogwarts this year.” 

“New?” I whisper over to Pansy. She shrugs.

The doors bust open and everyone turns to see the three boys. One had neat dark curly hair, a prim and proper aura to him, which makes me very uncomfortable. The tallest one had light brown hair, and looked as if he did the one next to the other taller one was shorter, probably a few fucking two feet ahead of me and had more messy brown hair. 

I’d say, me personally, he was the cutest.

“Please welcome Tom and Mattheo Riddle.” The amount of fear and dramatic as fuck gasps fill the room was hilarious. “Riddles?” Pansy gasps. “They’re pretty cute.” Astoria says. “Eww! Astoria!” I squeal. Mattheo looks over at me and smirks and I smile back a little. A connection forming. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Blaise asks. “I think so.” I say.

Mattheo’s POV

NOTE: He doesn’t know Alora’s pronouns yet, because he doesn’t know them yet, so he’s referring to them as her.

As we walk into the hall and whatever, I see her. She’s perfect. A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks. I see her cute faerie ears with cuffs, and dangle earrings. Her curls frame her face, the front parts clipped back with silver serpent hair clips. Her eyes, when she gave a glance toward me were monochromatic- one brown, one amber. She stands out from the crowd of slytherin girls. What are you staring at brother? Tom says into my head. No one of importance at the moment. I reply. 

We weren’t here for learning or making friends or learning how to be a good wizards for the future of the wizarding world. Dad gave us the plan- Earn Dumbledore’s trust then murder the old bastard. It’s all for the greater good Dad says. And I believe him. We sit in front of Malfoy, Enzo, and Theodore. I look over at the girl sitting over by the Greengrass girl. Up close, She had puffy, pouting lips and they looked blossom soft. She’s entrancing.

“Who’s she?” I whisper to Theo. “That’s Alora. They are like one of the hottest people here. Completely out of your league Riddle.” I kick him under the table. “They?” I question. “Sie is gender neutral. All faes are gender neutral.” Enzo says. 

I admire Alora’s beauty as they talk to Greengrass. They look over at me and their eyes glow white and they tilts their head, then quickly turns away. 

Sie’s looked in our heads you fool. Tom says in my head.

Not my fault.

You need to keep your guard up Mattheo. Fae are one of the most powerful creatures in the Wizarding World, far more advanced. You have to keep your guard up and stop oggling them.

Alora’s POV

“Alora, are you okay?” Astoria asks as I wince. “I don’t trust him. I don’t know what it is about him, I just cannot trust him.” I whisper. I turn my attention back to my Father.

“Now, as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight,” He says. “And you have the right to know why.”

“Once there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle’s corridors, slept under it’s roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.”

Everyone starts talking and I see Mattheo and Tom sit up a bit straighter, everyone whispering and looking over at the siblings. 

“Today, of course, he’s known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact.”

I feel a pang of sadness from Dad’s emotions.

“Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle’s walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” Everyone stays silent, looking around. 

“Just something to think about. Now off to bed. Pip-pip.”

“That was cheerful.” I overhear Ron say. Draco looks down sullenly, unusual for him. I stand up and start walking away from the table. 

“Alora, where are you going? The dorms are that way.” Theo says. I smile. “I’m going to the Astronomy Tower for a little while. “I’ll be back.

KALI UCHIS | AFTER THE STORM

Auguries of Innocence | Bane x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Bane: Hiya! Hope alls well 🖤. May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Look, you're gonna be alright"+ "I got you, don't worry" Thank you very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: when you need him most, Bane is always, and will always, be there for you in any way that you need him to be.

tws: brief nudity mentions, swearing, poetry???

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Bane hadn't expected it. The hammering against his thick metal door, the desperate cries of his name, but when he opened it and he saw you, the surprise soon turned to worry; you were soaked, shivering and shaking as you sat down.

He gave you a towel, and furrowed his brows as he handed you a cup of coffee once you had sat down on the uncomfortable and stiff sofa. He knew for a while that you had been staying with Bruce Wayne, and never really took much notice, until he saw that you had brought a suitcase and a backpack with you.

It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, and as he sat down opposite you, there was little that Bane could do or say.

"I got you, don't worry," his voice was just a slight grumble, reassuring like a thunderstorm after a scorching summer. "You'll be alright."

You nodded, sniffling as you swallowed thickly and tried to regain some of your composure. "Promise?"

Bane nodded slowly. "Of course. You're more than welcome to stay for as long as you like, I like having you around, you know that, my spectre."

You were shaky as you smiled, unsure of what to do with your hands and what to say, but you knew Bane well enough; you knew that he would never turn you away or turn on you when you needed him, when you needed him above everyone else.

You sipped your coffee, murmuring softly. "Thank you…"

"No one will ever hurt you again," Bane growled, shaking his head. "I will make sure of it. All you have to do is tell me, I don't care if someone was merely rude, or if they punched you - they won't see another day."

"Bane-"

"My spectre," he huffed, glaring at you. "Don't argue."

You put the coffee down between your feet and ran your hands down your face, cupping your mouth. "I'm not. I, I won't. I've… I've had enough arguments today."

Bane sighed, moving closer and moving the coffee cup safely out the way before he knelt down between your legs, his hands on your calves as he groaned softly. The only indication that he would have smiled if he could. "Memory, hither come, and tune your merry notes; and, while upon the wind your music floats."

You furrowed your brows, hands clinging to his mask by instinct as you tried to remember what he was quoting; it was always something old, something that you never would have known if you didn't know him.

His niche intelligence meant that you could listen to him talk for hours; that voice helped more than you wanted to admit, too.

"I'll pore upon the stream where sighing lovers dream, and fish for fancies as they pass within the watery glass."

His hands dragged up to your thighs as he rose slightly, the metal of his mask glittering in the dim lights of what you could only call his lair; Bane never stayed anywhere for very long, but regardless of where he went, he always made sure you could visit if you so wanted to.

If you ever needed him.

He treasured you, was loyal to you.

"I'll drink of the clear stream, and hear the linnet's song; and there I'll lie and dream the day along."

He pressed the cold metal to the side of your neck, knocking the skin slightly in an attempt to mark it but to no avail; every time, he always wished that he could have sunk his teeth into your skin and he could have tasted the salt of your sweat on his tongue. The soft rise and fall of your breath against his lips. Bane wished, he wished and he wished, that such a thing was possible.

"And, when night comes, I'll go to places fit for woe, walking along the darken'd valley with silent Melancholy."

Your breath hitched when you felt the harsh huff of his breath, filtered through the cold mask, against your ear; he had you pinned to that harsh sofa, but you didn't mind, hands on the straps of his tactical vest as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to become lost in his safety, his security.

Loyalty and dedication. Support and encouragement. The fierce need to defend and to guard. To protect. His hands were rough when he tugged at your shirt, fingertips shining from the dewdrops that had landed on them.

"I think we should take this off, spectre," he breathed out. "Get you into something warm and dry… I think I might have a few things lying around."

"You sure?"

"Of course," Bane agreed, pulling away. "I won't look when you… take what you want to take off."

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you said quietly. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

He laughed, the sound muffled and hoarse. "But you know I won't if you don't want me to."

He got up and turned around, covering his face with his hands just to make sure that you knew he wouldn't look as you began to strip; you didn't mind at all, Bane had seen everything. You had been together long enough that, when there was time for it, you were happy to share the shower with him.

Helping him wash his back and letting him scrub you down. Bane had always been so good to you.

"Bane," you whispered. "Turn around."

"I shouldn't," he grumbled, taking a step away from you and heading towards his wardrobe.

You couldn't help but to laugh. A pink outline had formed around the contours of his mask. You made him blush; so long being together and you could still make him blush.

You were more than impressed with yourself, if you were honest; Bane was a beast of a man, known for his brute strength and durability, known for being more than brutal even when he didn't need to be.

And yet there he was, blushing like a schoolboy and keeping his eyes tightly closed when he held out one of his shirts and a pair of his trousers for you to wear. You took them, rewarding him with a kiss to the edge of his mask that only made him grumble, the pink outline becoming a harsher colour.

"Are you decent?" He asked after a while, and when you told him you were, he took a seat on the sofa, and stole a swig from your coffee. His eyes raked up and down your body, and he nodded in approval. "You should wear my clothes more often, robin redbreast."

"And why would that be?" You scoffed, raising a brow.

"You look a lot better in them," Bane admitted, tapping his thigh and growling with what you knew to be delight when you sat on his lap. "Now that I have you all to myself, I can actually see."

You rolled your eyes at him, your hands on his broad and strong shoulders as you hummed. But your face fell, and you swallowed thickly when you felt a tightness in your chest. "Y'know, as exciting as it is to actually be able to be your… y'know, Partner in everything but crime… I can't think of why Bruce would-"

"Don't worry about him," Bane hissed. "Look, you're gonna be alright, my little robin redbreast, my spectre… you'll be alright. I'll make sure of it. I'll look after you."

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So, I haven't been writing at all, or updating. And I apologize for that! I have just been in a place of depression, and just haven't felt great all together. But! I'm feeling a little bit like me, and I can start writing and updating! But I've also started thinking of writing oneshots about book characters to get me back in the writing spirit. The book characters include:

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien

Helion

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Mor

Aaron Warner

Kenji Kishimoto

Dante Russo

Kai Young

Christian Harper

Rhys Larsen

Alex Volkov

Percy Jackson

Luke Castellan

Xaden Riorson

Jacks, Prince of Hearts

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Draco Malfoy

Peeta Mellark

Cardan Greenbriar

And many more! So... What do you think? I will be starting with Azriel first! Just because, why not?