In this space we have created
summary: after watching a dispute between sister and brother you decide that the latter needs to be attended by a gentler hand this time.
pairing: [snow white and the huntsman] Finn x witch!reader
word count: 5.5k
cw: abuse, adult content
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, depression, Finn is introverted, but also eager to impress, good boy Finn, bathing together, bath sex, handjob, edging, lots of kissing, cuddling, aftercare, the idiots are in love your honor
The sharp noise of a slap echoed through the large chamber. Queen Ravenna had struck her younger brother, again.
Just a few minutes ago you’ve been chatting away with her over a a few glasses of the finest wine in the royal bedchamber she had occupied since ripping the power of the crown out of the former kings hand, and held it with an iron grasp. Of course, who would challenger her. She was one of the most powerful witches in the realm and you were all there for her, not just supporter but friend too.
The evil queen had called upon you years ago, since she needed an advisor at court who wielded the same magical power as she did, she needed a witch. And got one as soon as you arrived to her kingdom. With your combined power the common folk could throw as many rebellions at Ravenna’s feet as they wanted but the crown did never slip nor budge, your hand alone had crushed a many rebellious uprisings.
Although you never fancied either crown nor kingdom you had to admit that living in a castle, enjoying the finest dining and dresses had it’s benefits.
Before all this you came from the swamplands, living in a hut on chicken legs and your only work being helping out peasants or the occasional lord. Even then it was always “Brew me a love potion” or “Help, the cattle has fallen sick.” So you did your crafty work in silent misery, you were born for something greater not for some backwater life conjuring spells to stop foxes from raiding chicken coups. It was an awful exile, one you in all honesty did not deserve. Simply because the king of a far away kingdom decided he preferred the council of a rich man over yours, claiming coin and wealth had greater power over man than witchcraft. Of course you had taken revenge, you weren’t a pushover.
They had found the king and the rich man strung up over the castle gate, naked and with their bellies slit open. Maybe it had been a little over the top but gods did you marvel in their fear and warm blood. Shortly after the folk declared you guilty, the only woman at court with power, so you swallowed your pride and left the country, witch hunts could be quite annoying after all.
You turned your attention back to the spectacle to your back, a fuming queen yelling and screaming like a harpy at her pathetic brother who already cowered on the ground, holding his red cheek, his white hair tousled from the blow he had received.
‘Poor Finn’ you thought, ‘you really mucked up this time.’ Although Ravenna had every right to be furious, with Finn having lost the runaway princess twice now, you still had sympathies for the young man, he always tried to make his sister proud and happy even if it was hard he’d go to the end and beyond for her. She sadly just missed to see that.
Your gaze slowly moves over his dirtied form, mud and twigs clung to him like a second skin, even his hair was dirtied, “A fight with the traitorous huntsman” he had said, eyes cast to the ground. You knew Finn wasn’t the most skilled fighter, by no means was he bad either but you would’ve proposed to go to the cursed forest yourself, being less affected by it’s awful fog and miasma, your witchy nature connected to it in an unexplainable way. But Ravenna had refused and told you she rather needed you here, so you stayed, also curious if Finn would succeed this time.
The queen turned back to you, her raving stopped and a deep troubled sigh left her lips, “Go wash up brother, you reek of dirt and death, my dear consort and I will think of another way then. Leave!”
And so he did, with his muddied head bowed in defeat, the sound of his steps vanishing in the hallway.
Ravenna let herself fall down onto the plush chaise longue in front of yours, grabbing the goblet of wine and emptying it in one go. You chuckled a little before speaking up, “You are to harsh on him sometimes, have I not told you of his admiration for you before. You seldom see it.”
She looked at you, her eyes turned softer. “I know you favour him, but that alone won’t make him a better man I fear”, she poured more wine into her gold cup “I just can’t afford failures during these times, I can feel my skin growing old, the heart of Snow White could undo this curse once and for all.”
“Then let me find her, I will bring you her heart and head if you desire that too.”
You gently took her hand, “I do not care much for kings or princesses but I care for you, my friend!”
A smile ghosted across her lips and she squeezed your hand, “And for that I am immensely grateful, but you are important to me, not only as an ace up my sleeve but as a friend as well. I will let you know when we strike.”
“Fine then, I trust your judgement…” You too now took a sip of the wine, a sweet aroma sliding over your tongue and you let go of each others hands. “But must you hit him?”
A groan left Ravenna as she dramatically threw her head back and you smiled into your wine cup. “Fine, I agree I get carried away in my rage sometimes, gods forbid I call it desperation. I will apologize to Finn on the morrow. If you worry so much about him go see him then.” She rolled her eyes, but in truth she would never be mad with you and if you desired her brother then so be it. She just couldn’t wrap her head around how such a beautiful creature like you would give so much attention to her pathetic brother of all people. Of course she loved him, he was her kin after all but some days she wondered how a man like him could be of the same blood as her.
A huff escaped through your nose, “If that would please my queen and release her from my exasperating worries about her brother then I shall take my leave!”
Ravenna gifted you a lighthearted look “You know I didn’t mean it like that, but yes go look after him. He likes seeing you more after such spectacles. Go wipe his tears woman.” At that you chuckled and stood up. But before making your way to the door you strut around the table and put your arms around Ravenna, your cheek laid on the top of her head. “Have a good night my queen.” She softly petted your arm and watched you leave with a smile. Everything would be good in the morning and when you returned to her side you two could finally plot some new plan.
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The cold from the stone floors seeped into the naked skin of your bare feet, your blueish embroidered mantle and simple chemise a dance of fabric behind your hurried form. You didn’t wear much, for it was late and you had planned to go to your chambers after the little lounge with Ravenna before Finn had interrupted you with his return.
The guards crossing your way lowered their gaze in respect but you didn’t even acknowledge them, your destination just being at the end of the hallway, Finn’s chambers. You’ve been there before, more than once comforting the poor man after a rough day or after he had gotten an earful from Ravenna again. Now probably wouldn’t be any different.
Your steps came to a halt as you faced the fancy wooden door, separating you from his chamber. With a hand raised you let your knuckles knock at the door softly. No answer came. You knocked a little firmer. Still no answer.
“Finn? It’s just me. Can you hear me?”
Silence.
You waited for a minute longer, “Finn I’m coming in alright?”
Hand pressed onto the handle you opened the door, slipped in and shut it right after. The sound of water sloshing made you turn around now looking at the white haired man, he already looked cleaner than before. Clear water ran down his temples and pooled in his collarbones, his wet hair framed his pretty face and still had bits of leaves in it, you’d have to pick them out later. It looked like he just dunked his head under water and was thus unable to hear you at the door.
Finn looked at you with tense shoulders and a distant look in his eyes, in a way he reminded you of a frightened child and it tugged at your heart strings.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your bath, I can come back on the morrow if you’d like, bring you the lavender cakes that you like. I just wanted to see-”
“Don’t leave. please.”
He even sounded like a frightened child and you felt your heart break into a thousand pieces. How could a man this sweet be of the same blood as the fierce and cruel queen.
With few steps you were next to the copper bathtub, the warmth radiated from it as you moved the soaps and towel off a stool before sitting on it. You were closer to him now, the candlelight throwing soft light on his features and you could see a little frown now, he looked tired.
“I know Ravenna has been harsh to you again but for all that it’s worth I am proud of you, you are a good brother.” His shoulders dropped a little and he felt his heart swell, for him your praise was worth everything.
Although he would never tell you how your words made him feel all warm, how your soft strokes through his hair made him forget all the bad things for he was afraid, afraid that you’d feel disgusted for him wanting. It was the one thing that stuck with him all his life, something he had learned from an early childhood, that he should never want for anything, not even a loving touch from his mother. For there was no place in their world for boys and now men that wanted to feel. So he always tried to be the opposite, for his beloved sister and in a way for you. Only in these moments, where you caught him in a vulnerable state, often licking his wounds did he quietly indulge the feeling of wanting, wanting to hear your loving words and your soft hands touching his skin, always so soft and never rough. Not once had he feared violence from you, unlike he did his sister. Not rarely catching himself flinching when she raised her hand too quickly when close to him.
His eyes turned glassy and he turned his face from you, “I’m just tired” was all he mumbled. But you knew that it was not the lack of sleep that made him feel this sad. “Oh sweetheart,” you slowly moved your hand to the side of his face that was turned away and onto the cheek that was struck before, covering hurt with love . You had seen him flinch in his sisters presence before, a habit taught through violence. Turning his face towards you and stroking his cheek with your thumb you locked eyes with him.
“Don’t hide away from me. I will hold you gently, you have been cracked enough as it is, and your heart is more shattered than you let on, I know this. My poor boy, my good boy.” He shuddered in your hands then slipped one arm from the water to put it around your midsection, pulling you in. The other arm followed, closing around your waist and the last thing was his face, his sweet face, which he moved from your hand and pressed it to your ribs and stomach.
Your body was warm and he wanted to feel the softness of your skin so bad he wanted to permeate the fabric of your chemise, pressing himself into you like he was afraid you’d turn into air if he let go. Finn couldn’t hold back a breathy whine when he felt your fingers graze through his still muddy hair, the other hand falling on his bare shoulder blade, the bone pulled up underneath the skin. You didn’t mind him sullying your nightdress even if the wetness seeped through the thin material now clinging to your skin, the dress could be changed, his mind could not. So you continued petting his hair and cooing to him as Finn melted in your arms.
“Why are you always so good to me?” he murmured into your middle, and you almost didn’t hear it.
“Because you are a good man Finn,” the sound of his name coming from your lips gave him goosebumps “And you deserve so much more than what you give yourself credit for.” You bent your head to kiss the crown of his head.
“I know you beat yourself up and you never ask for anything but with me you are always allowed to want…anything.”
“Anything?” he repeated and you let him know your answer with a soft “Mhm.”
Finn felt stunted but also immensely grateful, grateful to have met you and for your motherly touches. It still did not make much sense to him how such an ethereal and wonderful creature like you could be so kind to someone like him. You two have had these moments before, where you comforted his hurting and told him to not be afraid. To never be afraid to want.
The words swam around in his brain and he mustered up all the courage he had in his body to pull his face away and look up at your divine face. If this was the moment where you’d tear yourself away from him and leave to never look back then he was ready, it would break his mind but he could say that he wanted for one thing, no, desired one thing. And that was the woman he looked at as if she hung the moon and stars for him. Finn swallowed and felt his fingers flex in the thin fabric of your night dress.
“Even you?”
Finn wanted to grab the words out of the air before they could reach your ears but alas, only his arms tightened around your form, out of instinct most likely. He could almost see the disgust creeping onto your beautiful features, shame overtook him as he squeezed his eyes, mouth formed into a tight line awaiting the familiar sting of palm against cheek.
But it never came, instead he felt your soft lips just above his eyebrow. The young man carefully opened his eyes and stared back into yours, shining beautifully in the glow of the candle light.
“I knew you could do it…”
Now he truly was taken aback, you looked at him as if he was the most precious gem in this world and you were holding it. You wouldn’t tell Finn that this is what you had had in mind all this time, to build up his confidence and you let you know his needs all on his own. Joy spread in your chest as you watched the realisation in his eyes that this was never jest and that you were serious about this.
The young man opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, the words he mustered in the head refusing to roll off the tongue. “In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. So tell me Finn, what do you want of me?”
“All of you then…” he answered with a whispered tone, still unsure of his voice but newfound confidence carried his being right into your loving arms.
You put your hand on the side of his face again, pulling him in and he followed, eyes fixated on your lips until you were close enough to feel each others breath against your faces.
“You have my heart,” head turned into him you whispered against his lips. “You have all of me.” And you sealed it.
The kiss was a soft one, as if you were afraid to break him. His lips moving slowly against your own in a lazy rhythm only breaking up to inhale missing air. “Make me forget,” he rasped into your kisses, “I want you to make me yours.” A smile formed on your lips, “Of course my darling, I will make you forget anything until your pretty head is only filled with the two of us.” You placed an open mouthed kiss on his lips and he eagerly followed your lead, the act becoming more fiery. The hand you put on his face now slid to the nape of his neck where hair met skin, pulling him impossibly closer. Finn’s own hands still on you, the right hadn’t moved from your hip and the left was now holding onto your thigh as if he never wanted to let you go. You both still swam in the sensation even after you parted from the kiss, the two of you hard of breath.
“I’ll make you feel so good sweetheart,” you cooed at him. Finn just nodded and leaned into another kiss, you gave it to him, hot and passionate. Slowly you started to add your tongue, licking along his lower lip, teasing him into opening his mouth, and he did. Still a little clumsy but oh so eager he returned with his own tongue, sliding along yours as he moaned into it.
A shiver ran through him as you continued kissing him with a passion he had only imagined in his darkest dreams, warmth spread in his abdomen and he felt himself become stiff.
Soon your mouth started to travel, your lips felt cool against his burning skin as they touched his neck. Finn craned his neck to give you even more access, a groan leaving the end of his throat as you placed open mouthed kisses all over the sensitive skin.
He felt as if his entire body was tingling when you let your teeth deliciously graze the skin on an especially sensitive spot right beneath his ear. The slight stutter of his hips underneath the water didn’t go unnoticed by you and a knowing smile spread across your face. You continued kissing his neck and occasionally sucking the sensitive skin that made him tense so adorably in your arms. But you wanted more, your own desire to make him break apart in your hands taking over your lust-clouded mind.
So you left the hand that was placed on his shoulder wander down, sliding it over his chest and you felt the skin and muscle beneath it. Finn’s body was on the leaner side, soft in some parts but mouth watering nonetheless. The skin felt hotter the lower you let your hand travel, it reached water, and dipped beneath it. A choked gasp reached your ear as you finally took hold of him, he felt hot and heavy in your hand. “You’re such a good boy, behaving so well for me,” you groaned against his neck, his hands clutching at your form frantically. “Let me take care of you.”
With slow and lazy strokes you purred sweet nothings in his ear and watched him squirm in your hold. He looked so gorgeous in your eyes, trusting you completely with his body and mind as if you were a goddess and his body the sacrifice.
A rasped moan escaped him and you picked up the tempo, stroking his cock and twisting your wrist. You focused on applying a little more pressure on the head as he was most sensitive there, eliciting delicious groans out of him. Even the smallest of his whimpers snaked themselves under your skin and you felt so hot you thought you might melt into a puddle. The sensation of a tingling set itself in you and you felt yourself becoming wet, every noise that escaped Finn shot straight to your core.
“Are you feeling good my love?” You whispered into his neck and pressed a kiss onto his scorching skin. A strangled ”Yes…fuck” was all you got before he turned his face into yours, catching your lips with his own. It was him this time who licked into your mouth greedily, you could but return, a heated battle of tongues ensuing which left both of you breathless. He whimpered into your mouth as you picked up the pace again and caught a glimpse of how his right leg had started to tremble. A hand shot into the water and wrapped around your wrist, not to stop you but simply to hold on.
Finn let out a choked gasp and his puppy eyes flew up to yours, “Please…go slower.” ’Oh the poor thing’ you thought. “I-I can’t…please, I don’t want this to end so soon.” How adorable.
“Are you close hm?” A drawn out groan reached your ears and you actually slowed down. Poor thing wanted to deny himself pleasure simply because he was afraid of it ending. But you wouldn’t have that, you wanted him to cum but not in your hand.
You took away your hand and Finn whined at the loss of contact, “What… no please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry darling, I promised to take care of you so I will do exactly that.” You ensured him with a smile and gave him another quick kiss which he chased as you stood up. Longing eyes fell on your covered body, his arms returned to him and he put them onto the bathtubs rim.
Slowly you raised your hands to your shoulders, pushing off the sleeves and the chemise cascaded down in waves of white and cream pooling at your feet. Finn’s eyes darkened, his pupils almost covering the iris whole and he gazed at you as if you were a goddess, your skin smooth and glistening. A divine figure in his eyes and he wet his lips with his tongue, this had to be a dream. Or maybe he was dead and the picture in front of him was heaven. He let out a breath he was holding and you motioned him to make room in the tub. Were you going to bathe with him?
He slid back until the warm copper touched his skin and he watched you step into the water, but instead of taking a seat at the other end of the tub you moved closer to him and lowered yourself in his lap. If he wasn’t blushing before then he was now, your own naked skin touching his almost drove him into madness. Finn immediately put his hands on the flesh of your hips, as if it was second nature and his hands always belonged there.
The water swished around your bodies, tracing your ribs just under your breasts, nipples still soft for the water was warm. You let him roam your body with his eyes before pulling him by the hair into another kiss. The groan he lost in your mouth was like music in your ears.
Between kisses and moans you told him to touch your body, to explore it with his hands. He didn’t have to be told twice as hands began to wander over your skin. You could feel the calluses on his fingers, it would certainly be heaven to feel them inside of you. But that was something for next time, right now you wanted this experience to be all about him, to cover hurt with love and to make him forget.
His hands soon found your breasts, fascination in his touch and he began to imitate what you had done to him earlier, mouth traveling lower, to your jaw and neck. And he placed soft open mouthed kisses there, remembering how your teeth had grazed his skin, making you feel the same. Light moans escaped you and you buried your right hand in his hair, pulling at it gently. You wanted to tell him to stop, to let you take care of him but it felt like he took immense pleasure in making you feel good as his dick twitched against your thigh. Always so eager to please.
Soft lips were now at your collarbones, littering them in kisses and kitten licks. Finn wanted to explore all of your body, especially since such sweet sounds were blessing his ears and he felt a little pride in being the one eliciting these sounds from you. He wanted more, his left hand found your breast, giving it a light squeeze while his mouth wrapped around your nipple. The feeling made you shudder and you pet his head, silken white strands between your fingers. When he was done sucking and lapping at your right breast he switched to the other, showering it in as much attention as the other had received. You let out a breathy chuckle, “Wouldn’t you like to see what I want to do with you?” Light eyes were on yours immediately, hands coming to rest back on your hips.
Finn swallowed before responding with almost a whisper, “Of course I would.” You kissed his forehead.
“Then lean back my darling, I wish to ride you…”
The hands on your hips tightened but he did as you said, cock twitching against your thigh again. You dipped your hand underneath the water and took a hold of him, a slight shiver overcame his body making you coo at him and place another kiss on his lips. Aligning his dick with your core you let your eyes meet, as you wanted to savour everything he gave you. And you sank down on him, you were slick enough so he could slide in easy, a groan left your lips. You watched him as he tensed and left out a shuddering moan, grasping onto your hips so hard it would surely leave bruises.
As much as Finn wanted to watch your face he couldn’t, his eyesight turning blurry as he strained to not immediately release into you. It took all his willpower and concentration, you just felt so divine around him, wet and welcoming and hot. He swallowed down a groan and let out a shuddery breath.
Watching the young man so tense brought a smile to your face and you wondered if this was his actual first time or if it was just a long time since his last woman. Deep inside you hoped this was his first time, pride worming it’s way into your chest and you took his face with both hands, raising it to yours. “I won’t move until you tell me to, love. Take your time.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb and watched his eyes glisten before enveloping his lips with another kiss.
Soon you felt him grind his hips into yours and little whimpers leaving his lips, “Please move, you feel so good.” And who were you to deny him this wish, you couldn’t wait any longer either, he filled you out so nicely. His size was just perfect for you, not too long and a manageable girth with a slight curve upwards, hitting your sweet spot in all the right angles. Slowly you picked up a rhythm that would fit you both, you were aware of how sensitive he was so you moved your hips in a lazy grind. Finn let out a strangled moan and tried to match your rhythm, it was uneven at fist but he quickly got the hang of it. He looked so beautiful under you, eyes all glassy, mouth hanging open and letting out the sweetest sounds. A tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek and you quickly caught it with a kiss before placing your lips back on his. Warmth grew in your belly and you decided to go a little faster, a lazy grind turning into a steady up and down, his cock sliding against your plush walls and Finn swore he saw stars when he felt your pussy suck him in. It was such a delicious feeling and it had him internally thanking all the gods for bringing you into this castle, you took such good care of him. A tight heat started building in him and he could feel his abdomen flex with every thrust he tried to deliver into your welcoming heat.
Parting to catch a breath had him mewling, “oh my sweet darling you will get your reward soon.” You promised him, his eyes still glistening from pleasure and you put one arm behind him, catching the bathtub rim before leaning over him. The feeling of being so full and the tug of his dick against your walls had you building up an orgasm of your own. And having watched Finn how he breathed and moaned and the stutter of his hips trying to keep up with the pace you set told you everything you needed to know.
“Please,” he sounded so desperate, trying to chase the pleasure.
You pressed a kiss against his temple and started to move faster, now bouncing on his cock, making the water splash in waves around your entwined bodies. A choked moan of your name made you stifle a groan of your own. Quick breaths fanned against the skin of your neck as Finn wrapped his arms around you and held onto you like a lifeline, his face buried where the neck meets shoulder. Just a little bit more, just a little more.
“Come inside me, love,” you moaned into the side of his head. The hard stutter of his hips were all you got as a warning before he let out a strangled moan and your name on his lips as a full body shudder rattled his body, legs shaking under you. You could feel his warm cum inside of you and your walls clutched around him so tight before you came with a a silent moan, nails buried in his hair and the copper of the tub and your aching thighs tensed around his hips.
The two of you remained entangled for a while, coming down from you high. You had to admit, you were proud of him for having lasted so long after all.
Finn was spent, his entire body felt sore, never had he felt such an amount of pleasure. Even when there wasn’t any comparison, he had always been so busy working around his sister that a womanly touch evaded him. Until now and it made him so happy, he couldn’t explain it even if he wanted to but he was glad that it had been you who was his first. With no one else had he built this much trust.
He felt your kiss on his head and looked up at you like a devote servant to his deity, “Thank you” he choked out, not knowing what else to say but he felt the need to let you know how grateful he was.
“You don’t have to thank me, my love. I enjoyed it as much as you did, you made me feel so good you know. My good boy.” There it was again, it made him feel so warm in his chest an his heart fluttered at your praise. A blush crept up on his face again, but this time instead of hiding it he leaned in for a kiss. A soft one full of love and longing, a kiss which you eagerly returned. He behaved much more different already, the tension in his shoulders gone and his brows unfurrowed. For the first time in a long time Finn looked happy and relaxed, it made your heart ache.
Smiling sweetly you pulled away, petting his head, “Let’s wash up and get to bed. It’s already late.”
Finn just nodded at you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing, “I don’t want to let go of you yet.” That earned him a chuckle and a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Fine then, let’s stay like this a little longer.”
And you two stayed entwined until the water started getting cold, even then it took convincing and a promise of cuddling in bed for Finn to loosen his grip around you.
The night was yours entirely, the morrow could wait.
First fic posted, kinda nervous.
