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vecnawrites · 2 months

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Meant for yesterday:

Pour enough drinks in Tai and he'll call anyone Summer when horny, even if they're the farthest thing from the Hunters appearance.

Like the skinny white heiress his daughter fights with, but Weiss can't find it in her to complain about having her daddy issues and cunt filled by the scruffy blond.

Weiss mewled, toes curling as she was bent in half, held down by her ankles and the stupidly, humongously big cock that was splitting her defenseless pussy in half, pillaging it and filling the air with humiliatingly wet sounds, the slick, almost squelching noises proof of how shamefully wet that she was, making her grateful that no one would know and mock her for it later, even as she clenched down the shaft within her, releasing a squealing squeak as she came, gushing shamefully over the blonde stud that was ruining her in all the best possible ways! None of her toys would ever be the same again!

“Suh-Summer~” even the knowledge that she was being mistaken for his wife as he rearranged her guts to perfectly mold his thick, magnificent cock, reshaping her insides in such a way that nothing else would even come close to satisfying her, could not sour the moment or make the pure ecstasy rushing through her body fade. While the knowledge that this was likely going to be a one time thing that would never be repeated stung, her body loved the treatment that it was getting from the attractive scruffy blonde father of that dolt of a team leader she had!

Weiss slapped her hands over her mouth as he leaned down and pulled one of her pale pink nipples into his mouth, sucking it into his mouth, playing with the sensitive bud, making her eyes roll up in her head and missing the door opening and closing, as well as the soft shuffle of movement.

She didn’t notice anything until the bed creaked and shifted, making her eyes, unfocused as they were at the moment, pop open.

Her heart, already pounding in her chest, nearly popped out of her chest as she saw a naked Summer Rose leaning up against her thrusting husband, looking down at her with a sweet smile on her face, amusement in her silver eyes as she draped herself over her husbands back and rubbed his chest as the oblivious blonde kept fucking her hard.

Well, not so oblivious, since the blonde noticed the hands on him and turned, getting his lips captured by Summer who hummed into his lips, all while Weiss squealed beneath her husband’s even more quickly moving hips.

As the married pair broke the kiss, Summer rubbed her cheek against her husband’s. “You’ve been busy, love~” she hummed, her tone playful. “Found another Summer, did you?” Weiss’s eyes rolled up from the hard thrust into her at that. “It’s so cute, you know?” she murmured conversationally to Weiss, watching as the white haired young woman thrashed about in the throes of another orgasm. “He always sees me when he’s drunk~ While it probably should anger me, it doesn’t~ It’s actually quite hot to see him making all those lucky girls feel what I do nightly~ And even more when I know they’re attracted to him...not that I blame you~”

The silver eyed woman smiled sweetly at the shuddering Schnee beneath her husband as she reached down and cupped her husbands swinging balls, rubbing the heavy spheres in her hand gently. “Fill her up, Tai~” she hummed, kissing her husband’s cheek her free hand moved and splayed over Weiss’s belly, directly over her womb. “Seed her womb! Breed her~!”

Weiss squealed, bucking upwards as Tai went even harder on her poor core, slamming down deep into the back of her, reshaping her-

Blue eyes widened as an almost feral growl erupted from the scruffy blonde fucking her, his hips moving even faster, before searing wet heat began splashing inside her, making her squeal and clench down, her toes curling as she felt his seed filling her, her womb eagerly accepting it, her belly starting to swell and bloat outwards-

Weiss’s eyes rolled up in her head as she blacked out, a too wide smile on her face.

Summer giggled as she watched her husband dump an entire day’s cum into the squealing girl, rubbing her hand over the slowly swelling belly as her other hand massaged her husband’s swollen balls, determined to give the girl who was obviously crushing on her hunk of a husband (though really, who wouldn’t?) every drop of cum in them.

This is why she always told Ruby and Yang to let them know in advance when friends were coming over...that way she could always come up with an excuse to not have sex with Tai to allow his balls to fill up, as well as tease him to the point that they started overfilling while they were visiting.

Two things tended to happen...one, she got fucked the moment they left, pounded hard enough that she was walking bow legged for at least a day, even with Aura...or two...when the girl in question was obviously crushing hard and had more than a little affection for her husband, she may or may not encourage it with a little assistance…

Was it wrong to like seeing her daughters friends ruined for men their own age after a night with her husband? Perhaps, but considering how the girls kept coming back for more? She couldn’t complain.

“Hmm, I think that Summer has tapped out, Tai~” she teased, seeing Weiss’s eyes roll up in her head and her movements become far more lax, “How about you fuck this Summer?” she purred, smiling as he pulled out of Weiss’s pussy, excess cum pouring out and spilling onto the sheets as Tai practically attacked her, throwing her down next to the unconscious Schnee and spearing himself into her wet core in moments, beginning to thrust fast and hard into her.

As Summer let herself be lost in the pleasure, only one fleeting thought was still in her mind…

‘Who next? Maybe Penny? She is the inquisitive type…’ she moaned hard as her husband played with her breasts, his cock thrusting deep into her pussy, and decided to put those thoughts away for later...after several orgasms.

#Drunk #Taiyang Xiao Long #Weiss Schnee #Age Difference #Mistaken Identity #Mating Press

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beefboyandbabygirl · 10 months

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W.I.T.C.H (Woman In Total Control Of Herself)

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

pairing: elf!jeonghan x witch!fem!reader

genre: fantasy, smut, straight up smut, fluff if you squint?

warnings: HUGE amounts of possessive behaviour, making out, knifeplay? (its arrowplay, a new kink i invented), degradation, manhandling, hairpulling, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), public sex, mindcontrol/witchery?

wordcount: 2k

a/n: alrighty i am BACK and more feral than normal, because this is way longer than it was supposed to be but oh well. this is technically a request/idea from the lovely @hwanghyunjinenthusiast who simply said elf jeonghan and "not sure if thats enough to go on" but here we are 2k words later...

The morning truly couldn’t get any better.

You had awoken in your cottage, the sun kissing your skin through the curtains. A long, drawn out yawn escaped your throat as you stretched the fatigue out of your limbs, and you remembered that because of the full moon last night, today would be the perfect day to go searching for supplies.

So you dug through shelves of potions and crystals for a dress, stepped into your best wandering boots and grabbed a woven basket for ingredients, not forgetting to make sure the protection spell on the cottage was properly set up. Then you strolled through the forest, listening to the frogs croaking “good morning!”, when they heard the familiar sound of your leather boots rustling the fallen leaves. There was no mistaking the forest was magical. Besides the talking frogs of course, the forest glowed. Glowed with all the power of the beings living there, the magic flowing through every flower petal, every root, every dewdrop. The forest wasn’t just scientifically, technically magical. It was also magical in the way humans used the word. Magnificent and wondrous, and you were so glad you got to witness it every day.

After a long walk you finally arrived at the waterfall, the one where you always found the best, most fresh ingredients for your potions and practices. You began to pluck, humming an old melody to yourself as the contents of your basket started to increase.

“Well, well, well. What a lovely surprise.”

You knew that voice. You knew that voice very well.

Unfortunately.

“How much of a surprise is it really, Jeonghan? I'm here after every full moon.”

The elf had been standing there for a while you assumed, because when you turned to face him he was on the other side of the waterfall, in the midst of sharpening his wooden arrows. And he didn’t even need to, you knew that. He was a high elf, born with a silver sword in his sheath. He could simply lounge around with his long blonde hair sitting perfectly, only the tips of his pointy ears peeking through all day. He didn’t have to hunt or fight if he didn’t want to.

And he didn’t want to.

“Yes, well. You don’t own the place”, he replied, before he deemed his arrow sharp enough and nocked it to the bowstring.

“No, I don’t. And neither do you. Though I am aware of how high elves like to think they own everything in this forest.”

Suddenly, a long sharp object flew past you, making a paper thin cut into your cheek and penetrating itself into the tree behind you. You looked back at Jeonghan, furious as you saw him, bow raised and smirking at your reaction.

“Everything, you say?” The elf began walking towards you while you carefully brushed a finger across your cheek, noticing nearly no blood was falling onto it.

“And that includes you, I suppose?”

He was standing close to you now. Very close. So close you could have made out every imperfection in his skin, if he had had any.

Curse elves and their absurd immortality.

“Am I hearing you say you think you own me, Yoon Jeonghan?”

At some point he had kept walking, now pushing your body against the tree behind you, his arrow still sticking out of the bark. You dropped your basket to the ground. A witch like you should know better than to mess with the high elves, but something about Jeonghan hindered you from keeping yourself controlled with the help of your powers.

Jeonghan reached over to the side of your head, pulled the arrow out of the tree and studied it in his hand for a moment.

“Would you like me to?”

The next moment you felt something cold against your neck. The base of the arrowhead met your skin, and you let out a sharp gasp as he twisted it so the sharp side was now pressing into the flesh, but not roughly enough to draw blood.

“Would you like me to prove it to you? I can own you, Y/n L/n. All that is required of you…Is that you allow me to.”

The ground below you felt like quicksand and your head was spinning. You shouldn’t do this, you really shouldn’t, no you should know better. You we’re in control. In control of yourself, your feelings, your responses. But there was nothing you could do to Jeonghan. He was resilient to all your charms and incantations, and even if he wasn’t you wouldn’t dream of what would happen if you tried to magically influence him. You already felt out of control.

Why was it so thrilling?

“Yes…”

Your voice was weak. Heavens, you were already weak.

“Yes what, witch?”

“Take me. I’m yours.”

That was all it took for him to be everywhere. His hair was in your hands, his scent was invading your nostrils and his crotch was pushed tightly against you, already grinding at a steady pace. The moans you were making against his lips were borderline obscene, sinful even.

“Such a little whore, already moaning so loudly for me, out here where anyone could hear you.”

Not completely true. Whether they were wizards, elves, orcs or another type of being, this place was fairly secluded. But the mere thought of somebody stumbling by you, seeing your dress bunched around your hips and Yoon Jeonghan sucking marks to your collarbones, only made you wetter and your moans louder.

Soon enough your bodice was ripped open, and your undergarments gone. Jeonghan brought a hand to your soaked cunt, teasing slowly with a single finger.

“What a good girl you are, already so wet for me, hm?”

His eyes flicked towards where the tip of his finger got coated in your slick, and as arousing as it was to watch his eyes glaze over in lust, it was equally frustrating that he was doing nothing.

So you got it together. Breathed in through your nose, and closed your eyes, focusing. Focusing on his finger prodding at your entrance, his hot breath on your ear, his hand on your waist. Then you tracked. Tracked the strings of his nerves, through his veins all the way to his heartbeat. It rang loud in your ears, and now you could truly feel all of him.

“What…”

Steadily, his breaths against your ear became faster, the tempo of his heartbeat increasing, as you focused on him and only him.

“What…In the names of the saints are you doing to me witch?”

He fell to his knees. Right there, in the outskirts of the forest, you watched as Yoon Jeonghan fell to his knees in front of you. You didn’t raise his heartbeat enough to hurt him, of course. Just enough to heighten his lust. Just enough to drive him mad.

“You’re not the only one with tricks, Yoon Jeonghan. Now get to work before I stop your heart completely.”

That seemed to be enough of a threat for Jeonghan to begin licking and sucking at your pussy like a man possessed, or maybe he was just as sick of the teasing as you were. Clawing at his blonde locks, throwing your leg over his shoulder, you were letting him devour you as drops of water from the waterfall splashed onto your exposed legs. Never had you felt so featherlight, so completely, and it sounded ironic, bewitched.

“Jeonghan, fuck s’good- Ah!”, you moaned breathily as he hit a spot that felt just right. When you looked down, you caught his eyes fixated on you, wispy bangs obscuring his vision but not enough to mask that twinkle of something in his eyes. Something intoxicating.

Something possessive.

As soon as your gaze had met his, you reached your high, hardly able to register that Jeonghan didn’t stop after.

He was mumbling something dirty against your inner thighs, but the blood was still roaring in your ears and all you could think about was how desperately you needed him inside of you.

“Jeonghan…More, please.”

His ministrations on your thighs didn’t stop as he responded.

“Hm? More what darling?”

You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to hide the sudden downpour of bashfulness washing over you at the prospect of having to vocalize what you wanted from him. Him, this ridiculous, cocky bastard of a creature that you always thought you despised.

“Want…Want you inside me, Jeonghan please”, you whispered.

He got up from his spot on the ground, now much bigger and taller when he was looming over you like this, one hand on the tree behind you to cage you in.

“I think you can do better than that.”

You whimpered.

“For heaven's sake Jeonghan, please, I’ll do anything!”

A scoff left his lips as he smirked and ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking over his decision.

“Probably shouldn't be making deals with a witch…But what the hell”, he mumbled before grabbing your hips and turning you around, so your hands were planted firmly against the surface of the tree.

“For a beautiful witch like yourself, I will do anything.”

Those whispered words were enough to leave your cunt even more soaked, and it didn’t help when you felt the tip of his hard cock nustling in between your folds (you had no idea when he had got rid of his pants but oh well, magic right?).

“Been thinking about this, you know? Everytime I see you here, ah-”

He pushed into you slowly, producing strangled grunts and moans from the both of you.

“Everytime I see you, In these cute dresses, bending over every fucking second.”

Then he thrusted into you sharply. You would’ve fallen over if you didn’t have the tree to support you.

“Always thought about just walking right up to you, and taking you right then and there. And everytime I saw you bathe here, fuck. Just wanted this body all to myself.”

The thought of him having seen you bathing in the waters, naked, should have scandalized you, but instead it left your legs wobbly and your mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

It went on like that for a while. A long while, in fact, of him grunting lewd secrets and confessions against your skin while you begged him to let you come. And eventually he did, because just like you too had promised, he would do anything, especially if it involved having his cum dripping out of you by the end.

He helped you get your undergarments back on, now obviously ruined, and then he kissed you.

Not like he had just a few moments earlier. It was short and oddly intimate.

“What was that?” You tried your best to look disgusted.

“A kiss, darling. Have I really fucked you that dumb?”

You rolled your eyes at him and picked up your basket again. It suddenly felt a lot heavier.

“Whatever, it’s not like it’ll happen ever again.”

He laughed at that. Fully, shamelessly, loudly laughed with his pants half on and his hair an absolute mess (and it was never a mess). There was something quite endearing about it.

“Oh, darling…Oh, you’re just adorable.”

Quickly he laced his pants up, and walked over to you again.

“We’ve made a deal, haven’t we?”, he said, grabbing your hand in his.

“Anything, no? That was the deal?”

No words could form in your tongue, his searing touch the only thing consuming your thoughts. You realized you might have actually gotten yourself into something very…Complicated. Complicated but strangely exciting.

He simply smiled at your lack of response.

“Don’t be a stranger, Y/n.”

His hand raised yours to his lips, as he planted the most gentle of kisses on your knuckles.

Then he was gone. Walked into the mist between the trees and the grass and became one with it.

You had no idea what to think of Yoon Jeonghan after that.

Other than how you already wanted to see him again.

#seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt smut #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan oneshot #jeonghan request

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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I fucking love it when people draw one piece characters as women. (I love Oda but his gender bending needs a little work.)

Like they would be so cool like it's just a bunch of butches and dykes studs and just overall tough broads on the sea.

Buggy would have blonde hair like he did in one of the movies. Rocking a side shave or under cut , she's definitely wearing something that leaves little to the imagination. It's all for show really under all that makeup and boisterous personality she's still insecure and riddled with self-doubt but she's faking it till she makes it and she made it. Not the way she wanted but you know success is success. She's a warlord

Mihawk is so elegant, She keeps her hair in a bun. She always wears loose white blouses with ruffles in a black corset. Her nails are long dark and sharp, with a lovely burgundy shade. she's never chipped them, never cracked them, and has never broken in them.

I love trans man crocodile but trans woman crocodile makes me go feral. She's tall with broad shoulders and strong arms, She used to hate how she looked but becoming a pirate she started to appreciate her features making her look more powerful and intimidating. She has a slip dress and a long fur coat always smoking a cigar. Her voice is so soothing but so cold at the same time.

Kid is a hefty woman tall and broad, quick to anger and will to fight anyone and everyone. Everyone thinks she wears makeup but she doesn't. She never learned how she kind of wants to, but she's kind of scared at my ruin her image. Her lips are just naturally that red. When she lost her arm she made herself multiple prosthetics one is just a practical one that is just a regular looking arm but silver with floral detailing and then the big scary one that she wears for fighting.

The red hair pirates is just a boat of tough broads looking for adventure and freedom.

Shanks is gorgeous! She used to have long red hair but was cut with a sword, It was a spur of the moment kind of thing she did it when buggy broke up with her. She's tough she's kind, she's strong and she never wears a bra. (None of them do really except for Benn)She's so protective around children. Every time Luffy runs up to her she always picks her up. Luffy doesn't have the scar under her eye because the minute shanks saw her with a knife It was on site.

Yasopp she has a whole collection of guns in her closet she's never happy with just one every island they go to she has to buy a new pistol or musket. She stores them Nice and neatly with her other values like her wedding dress. If Luffy isn't being carried by sharks it's yasopp. She's not as big as the rest of the women on the ship but she can hold their own in a fight her body is covered in battle scars.

Luffy: Where'd you get that one?!

Yasopp: that's from a bullet

Luffy: and that one?!

Yasopp: stab wound

Luffy: and what about this one?

Yasopp: oh....that's from a C-section

You know what, I just- I can't imagine fem Cross Guild in a way that isn't @/vonguilli's artstyle. That's the only fem Cross Guild I need. Especially Buggy, damn. The IT Girl fr. I wanna look like her so damn bad. Icon. The moment. But I must say that Buggy with an undercut, Mihawk with her nails done, and transfem Crocodile make me go insane. My beloveds. I feel things (lesbian thoughts) for them.

I hate when people draw fem Kid all skinny and for the male gaze as if Fem!Kid wasn't literally made for the lesbians only. I want a tall and broad big woman. Big chest. Big attitude. I want her to be able to pick me up with one fucking hand. I absolutely hate some versions I've seen of her. YOU KNOW WHICH GENDERBEND IS SMALL AND PETITE AND SKINNY? LAW. LAW. Law should be skinny and depressed and with greasy hair and her nails and badly treated and she has small boobs and short messy hair and she's so tired of living. Dressing with tops and big pants and not caring about a bra. She has eyebags and she's just so lazy to live properly. I love canon fem!Law because I'm a weak lesbian but my perception of fem!Law is not the way some people draw her. I know you were talking about Kid I apologize I am a very annoying Law fan.

Shanks,,,, Mother is mothering. The girl cutting her hair after a break-up. Lesbian behavior. Dramatic milf. I feel so many things for this woman. And Yasopp???? Girl I am down bad please. Guns are not my thing. Women?? Pirates?? With guns?? Yeah, no, that's so- Damn.

I could talk for hours about my fav genderbend designs in my head fr. My favs (in my own lil head) are Buggy, Law, Usopp, Doffy and Sabo. Like- Women. Girls. You know? haha-

#I am SO normal #sososososo normal #could you believe there was this point in my life when i thought i didn't like girls #a fucking tragedy honestly #one piece #genderbend #fem cross guild #fem buggy #fem kid #fem law #fem shanks #fem yasopp

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jiracheer · 2 years

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authors note: sorry for the lack of uploads,,, again :') I rlly lost motivation to write and recently got covid. hopefully this makes up for that <;3

if any of my friends recognize this,,, no u dont. 🔫

tags: afab! reader l 18+. minors/ageless/blank blogs dni or else you will be blocked.

A moan slips from Y/n’s lips once Ingo’s weight lifts only to push his hips flush against hers. It was pure torture with how slow his movements were, but eventually, a steady rhythm and speed picked up. Something that made his balls slap against her sensitive pussy to make her shiver and clench around him.

Nothing could ever beat this. The feeling of his body against her own– hell, it was honestly addicting to see him like this. Grounding himself with his hands firmly holding her hips with eyes screwed shut to concentrate, or was he trying not to lose himself in the way her walls hugged his cock nice and snug?

Whatever it was Y/n could feel the way Ingo twitched and throbbed. The single motion made her legs hug his waist, arching her back when he hit a particular spot that had her seeing stars. If he kept that up, she’d surely cum.

“P… Please.” She breathed out. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the muscles there pull themselves taught at the contact. He was hot to the touch. Sweaty and more than likely at his limit. Even so, Ingo still cracked his eyes open to meet Y/n’s gaze.

He almost came at the sight of her looking up at him so… so, helplessly.

“What is it pretty girl?” His voice was like gravel when he captured her lips with his, encouraging the words right out of her, “What do you want?”

“I want to cum, please Ingo.” Y/n chased right after him for another kiss, obviously hungry for him. She loved him so much it hurt. She wanted to be as close as possible.

The (h/c)-haired woman buried her face into Ingo’s neck, pressing heated kisses and nibbling every so often before she’d lean to whisper into his ear. “I-I… I want you to cum in me, to claim me as yours. Please-”

A yelp sounded from her as he began to pound into her. Something came over him. His actions were almost feral when he grabbed her arms to wrap them around his neck, holding her so close to him as he drove his cock into her.

Why did she have to say that? Why did she have to encourage him? His thoughts were already running wild, and yet she had to make them come to a full stop by saying just that. Maybe she was just as guilty as well? He wanted to know what she thought. Just exactly what went through her thoughts- if she thought of him the way he thinks of her.

Ingo felt a twinge of guilt when she gripped the back of his head, pulling at his hair as moan after moan sounded from her. She chanted his name like a broken mantra, and it only encouraged him to bury himself deeper into her. A curse sounded from him at the feeling of her cunt struggling to take her in.

“Fuck.” The silver-haired uttered, nose bumping against the soft flesh of Y/n’s shoulder, he couldn’t help himself when he bit the skin there. Marking her sensitive skin pink and red, however, he made sure to kiss the spots gently afterward. “You feel amazing. You always do.”

He was so honored that he got the chance to do this with her– Y/n of all people. Never did he think they’d come this far, hell, he didn’t think he’d really be anything with her.

He still recalled when the attraction began and where it started the spark between them, guiding them through so many milestones and celebrations. But something that always came to mind when they would have sex was when she wanted to move past their heated make-out sessions.

Ingo nearly broke into a grin when he remembered how red Y/N’s face was when she explained to him she wanted to go into new territories, opening up to him that she was, indeed, a virgin and wanted to give him her virginity. He swore to himself he never felt more starved, more in need of someone.

Was it because he wanted to show her that he was capable of taking care of her?

Or was it because he was excited to claim her? To mark her as his by completely ruining her with his dick? Whatever it was. It got them far and to where they were now.

Ingo is brought back from his thoughts when he feels Y/n gush on his cock, her mouth agape as she hugs him tightly against her shaking form. He can feel the way her thighs shake, her heels digging more and more into his back– her breasts pressing against his chest and fuck.

He wasn’t going to last long.

“H… Haa… Haaa-” Y/n could barely think, barely form a single word. Ecstasy consumed her. He consumed her, and she knew she wouldn’t want any other person to share moments like these with.

“I love you so much,” She’d confess to the man practically rearranging her guts at this point, but when there was a stutter in his thrusts, she cracked a singular eye open to look at him before both would snap open at his expression.

His cheeks were flushed beyond comparison. Pupils blown out and mouth slightly open in surprise, and it was there she realized just what she had said.

Before she could even take it back– Ingo was back to ruthlessly driving his heavy cock into her, making her jump and grasp the sheets around her.

“Say it again.” He’d growl against her ear, kissing her cheeks– nose, forehead, throat. Just about everything. “Say it again please.” He begged her.

Y/n was dazed. Thrown off guard by this, but she wasn’t complaining. Although she was sensitive beyond belief, she knew pleasing him was worth it. So she didn’t hesitate to pull his face to hers, lips ghosting over his as she uttered the words he desperately wanted to hear.

“I love you, Ingo.”

She’d surely be the death of him.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon x reader smut #warden ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader smut #ingo x reader #ingo x reader smut #submas ingo x reader #submas ingo x reader smut #oatsnsfw

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loksthegreat · 4 months

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tell me about your most insane awful targ oc! and some brief summary of each of visenya's children? (looks, personality, spouse, fate etc)

Okay! sooo Visenya has 15 children that survive infancy so I’ll do a list up of those first and then maybe do a second post about my most insane targs, depending on how long this one’s gonna be!!

First we have Maegor II (103-157AC) he has his moms Valyrian features, hes somewhat buff (for a Targaryen man at least) and sun tanned from spending time in dorne. He was often teased for not having a dragon as a boy (Daemon gave him an egg, but it hatched into a Wyrm and took a bite it of his cheek, when he was a baby) so he’s a bit bitter and put all of his energy into becoming a great warrior, which paid off and eventually earned him the nickname of ‘the warrior among men’ (because u know the warrior from the seven), he’s always been serious and very focused on being the perfect heir and later king. He was 7 when Otto and Vissy fought so bad that they didn’t talk for 4 years, he’s a big mommas boy so he never really got close to Otto after that. He married princess Velaris Martell in 120 when they where both 17, (Visenya made a deal with Vels aunt and possibly fucked her dad to make that happen) they only knew each other for a year beforehand, but the marriage went surprisingly well, apart from their problems to conceive a child for the first 11 years. I head canon Maegor as a big fat asexual so that may have something to do with that… well they end up king and queen anyway in 149, they are good at ruling and Maegor claims Vermithor upon his moms death, so he can’t go and defeat the Pirates and fleet of the three sisters that attack from the stones! He has 6 kids in total, his daughter Rhaenys becomes queen after him and he is remembered as the warrior king. In 157 Maegor grabbed Blackfyre and was about to storm of and mount Vermithor after hearing about Aurys death, but had a stroke and died. (Also funfact: Visenya had a vision of Maegor the cruel during labor and on the ride to dragonstone (it was her first dragon flight) so she named him that. Otto is not a fan).

Baelor I (105-130AC) is a lot easier, he takes after his father in appearance, save for the violet eyes, he wears his hair in a bit of a snappy short cut, that he probably did himself (without a mirror) and is also relatively build, he lost an eye during his pirating years, so he usually wears an eye patch. He was very close to Maegor as a kid, his disappearance in 120 was a hit for Maegor. Baelor, Jaehaeron and Aerion were always big fans of their uncle Corlys and spend a LOT of time on Driftmark learning how to sail and all that oceany stuff. In 120 he was allowed to join Corlys on his journey to the stones for the first time and promptly got lost and picked up by pirates, his family thought he was dead and he didn’t know where the f he was so he just spend some time living his life until in 128 AC his brother Aerion stumbles upon him in Braavos and takes him home. He never marries and is generally not a very good time to be around. Probably the most traumatized out of Vissys kids. He fights for Visenya at sea and drowns when his ship is destroyed in 130 AC, though it’s a bit of a rumor that he just when back to the stones to return to his common life.

Saeron I (106-154AC) is the older one of Vissys first twin boys, he’s the most gentle and soft spoken of her generally pretty feral kids, he’s pretty with long silver hair, violet eyes, a rather feminine face and slender but tall build. He’s found of music and poetry, which is why he is called ‘prince silver tongue’ in comparison to his twin who needs a sword to get what he wants while Saeron just talks his way round the house all day every day. He’s married to Lady Zahna Dayne, she’s a fierce woman with a sharp tongue and a liking for swordsmanship, she’s also in love with his twin, while Saeron would rather be married to her cousin Ser Aryon of his mothers kingsguard, sooo u Von imagine it’s not that great of a marriage, (they’ve been married since 126 AC, after 6 years of engagement, because no one thought they were actually gonna marry). They have have 3 children, (which might be Rhaenars…) and Saeron would def get on the insane list for being religious lunatic and self proclaimed prophet, but he’s not all that awful!

Rhaenar I (106-144AC) is the younger twin and one of my favorites to be honest, he’s taller than Saeron, slender but well trained, with long straight silver hair and Ottos blue eyes, he looks like Saeron because of the hair but he’s not as pretty. He’s his moms biggest supporter and would def have been on her kingsguard if the opportunity had been there. He’s known as ‘Silverlance’ or ‘Steelskiss’ and as you may have guessed he’s a great swordsman, but despite what the nickname suggests he can be quite charismatic and a smooth talker as well. He was in love with his aunt Rhaena III from a young age but she died before they could be together. After that he took a liking to his brothers betrothed and spend more time with her than Saeron during her visits to the Keep and Dragonstone. He married Baela (daemons daughter) in 132 and had 4 children with her. He was out fighting in 144 AC when the city was under attack and dismounted his dragon to follow an enemy into a tower, he was slain it what became known as the silver night, because it also saw the end of 2 kingsguard knights, by an unknown enemy, his body was dragged back to the red keep by ser Aryon Dayne (he’s gonna get a promotion for that) and bleed out in the man’s arms. It is very much unknown who killed him, since he was an undefeated knight (Baela burned down the part of the city in which he was killed later).

Jaehaeron I (108-130AC) was born on the step stones, since Visenya was currently fighting, Corlys had to help with the delivery cause there weren’t any midwives (he did not recover from that ever, even though he sure likes to rub it in with Otto) he strongly takes after his father in looks. Jaehaeron never married, since his mom was saving her children’s hands to make alliances. He was a decent swordsman and formidable archer. He enjoyed Sailing and during the dance he would sail up the rivers of the Vale and upon being killed in battle with a rebellious house of the vale, he is said to have come back to live twice and set sails for Dragonstone to support Baelors fleet, he didn’t make it in time, but managed to severely destroy the enemy ships before succumbing to his injuries alone on the shores of Dragonstone. Many belief that his Ghost still haunts the island and it’s castle. He is often used as a symbol of a revenge and remembered as the ghost of Dragonstone and the demon of the gullet.

Aurys I (110-157AC) was born a good 8 and a half months after Otto and Visenya split, and duo to his strong resemblance of prince Daemon there are some rumors about him being a bastard, he wears his hair at shoulder length and is the shorts of Vissys children, supposedly born prematurely. He was called ‘the small prince’ for most of his youth until he made a name for himself as a warrior, when killing three armed assassins from across the narrow sea that were tasked to kill the princes and her children, at only 12 years of age, after this he became known as ‘ser bloodnight’. He is a intelligent man and strategic advisor to his mother and later brother. He died in 157 in one of the first battles of the war of the Riverlands, falling from his dragon, and being impaled on a large lance. He was married to Rhaena IV (daemons daughter) they had only one daughter, Elaena I, who was said to be the spitting image of her father.

Okay so this took longer than I thought and it’s late so I’ll just update this with the other kids and the mad targs tomorrow cause I’m tired. Also if you wanna see some art of Visenyas kids I have a series of I think 6?? Posters with little introduction of them on them, I’ll see if I can tag them here, but check them out anyway!!! As always feel free to ask any more questions you might have!!

#asoiaf oc #hotd #asoiaf #otto hightower x oc #otto hightower #visenya ii targaryen #asoiaf fanfic

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titlemewickedwonderland · 1 year

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Ghost series blurb idea

Auth. Note: An idea blurb for a maybe series. Tell me in the comments below if I should make this an actual series. Don't just like this post...comment and talk to me - this is a project man so put in your two cents!

~ Blurb #1

"My father's the fucking antipope?!"

Sister Imperator's tight-lipped smile made her face look plastic so Marina looked away from her instead to stare at the red-clad 'Papa' with her firey green eyes ablaze with accusation.

"Tesoro, listen-" Copia began wringing his hands but he was quick to dodge the flying book that soared his way; the sound of it smashing into the wall behind him almost deafening in the suddenly too-tight space of his office

"No! You fucking listen! My father is Jackson Floyd, he's a technical engineer with a brilliant mind and my mother is Samantha Marie Floyde who's a resident nurse at the local hospital! You are not my father!" Marina searched for something else to throw but instead, she was met with the unblinking stares of the masked figures surrounding her - guarding her and Copia with watchful gazes as if she was about to fling herself like some feral animal at their Papa; shit she felt like it right now.

"Ms, Floyde the papers do not lie." Sister Imperator replied cooly but did not flinch when those furious green eyes landed on her.

The brunette slowly stalked towards the tall imposing blonde woman before yanking the folder from her hands and slamming it harshly with a vicious crack against the smooth and polished surface of Copia's desk.

"No, you listen to me. He's not my father. He knocked up my mom and then abandoned her to raise a child he didn't fucking want like fucking trash" Marina replied jabbing a finger at Copia whose face flushed a bit with emotion the teen couldn't quite tell if it was embarrassment or guilt. Not like she cared.

"He abandoned me. A father doesn't fucking do that, lady. Jackson Floyd is my father. End of story. Now take me back home before I call the fucking cops and press charges for kidnapping." she demanded

"Marina, Amore mio...la mia luce..." Copia stepped forward feeling his eyes begin to sting unbidden with emotion he was not used to feeling as he reached for the enraged teenager.

The girl yanked herself away from him as if he was on fire and his touch alone would scourge her to death; her movements made her fall back into a figure standing at her back but she was forced to reach back to grab a hold of the black-clad arm to steady herself before she tripped over her feet.

"No. You don't get to call me your love or your light, Copia. Fuck you for all the years you've missed and fuck you for abandoning me. I don't need this shit! I was perfectly fine on my own without you in it! You can go to hell!" Marina snapped angrily but her lip trembled slightly when she met his eyes; mismatched and wet with tears he did not want to shed.

"I can't let you leave...Marina...I'm sorry, but I will not risk losing you again." Copia swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his chin defensively as he stared the teenager down.

"You had no problem losing me before I was even born Copia. So fuck you." she whispered shaking her head before she was turning and rushed from the room before anyone could stop her.

~Blurb #2

She gaped at the figure standing in front of her at the doorway and made her yank the towel back up to cover herself. It didn't matter that she was in a pair of panties and a tank top; her hair was wet and fresh out of a shower. This ghoul had some guts to stand there while she was half-naked.

"Jesus Christ can you knock!? What am I under house arrest now?! Leave!" she yelled feeling anger as much as embarrassment coat red on her pale cheeks.

The stoic ghoul she had come to know as Sodo or Dewdrop as some called him stood in the open doorway of the bathroom in his usual black attire and silver mask that was cocked to the side as he studied her behind the eyes that unnerved her.

"Don't curse in Satan's house." his voice was lilted and light even behind the mask as if he was enjoying her circumstance.

"Oh screw off!" Marina huffed as she yanked on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed her dirty clothes and towel; shoving past the small figure who was just an inch taller than herself to march into the common room and place her things into her overnight bag.

"You have unholy creatures after you, baby pope. After you and your unholy blood...Papa wants you watched at all times so you are protected while we find whatever is after you and take it down. I suggest you follow my rules if you're to stay here."

"Follow your rules?" Marina's head snapped up as she hissed slowly at him repeating his words.

"First off, I'm not a fucking lamb that is going to the slaughter. I don't need protecting from....whatever the hell you are! I don't need this satanic church and the....devil on my side. I am capable of protecting myself!"

"With what? Your cute little Evil eye bracelet and your little bags of herbs to ward off evil spirits?" Sodo grabbed her wrist and lifted it to show off the blue beaded bracelet she wore.

"For someone who isn't religious you sure do like your witchcraft, sweet cheeks." a sharp-toothed smile flashed at her beneath the silver mask and Marina yanked her wrist out harshly from his grasp but his hold did not give and she struggled against his singular grip on her slender wrist.

"Let go goddamnit!" she snarled but when Sodo did not she lifted a knee and hit him straight in his no-no square.

"See! How do you like them apples huh bitch!" she turned to run from the room as the ghoul doubled over with his hands cupping his now bruised dick but before she could go far he snarled and his tail flicked out to wrap around her ankle tripping her flat on her face.

Marina screamed bloody murder as she clawed the floor while being dragged backward and she kicked and struggled as she was flipped over and dragged beneath Sodo's flight frame. For a man no taller than her and just slenderly built he sure knew how to command attention as his clawed hands gripped her wrists and slammed them on either side of her head to the floor.

His once greenish blue eyes were now a bright flame of orange and red behind the mask reminding the teenager just how not human he really was as a warning growl rumbled in his chest.

"You listen to me you little brat." he shoved at her wrists again to gain her attention. "Papa assigned me as your protector and that fucking means you don't go anywhere without my say-so. You follow my rules, you got me, sweet cheeks?"

"And if I fucking don't?" Marina lifted her head off the ground to leer up at him as if either goading or challenging him.

Sodo's head slowly leaned down towards her until the cold metal of his mask was touching her forehead and she involuntarily rested her head back down at the insistent press of his forehead against hers.

"Fuck around and see what happens, princess. Because if you do I swear on the unholy dark lord himself....those things who are after you have nothing on what I will do to you."

Marina sucked in a breath and stared wide-eyed up at the ghoul. Sodo stared down at her with barred fangs a moment longer before he was suddenly up and out of the room leaving the girl limp and frozen on the ground staring at the ceiling; the only sound being her frantic breaths of terror.

Alright! Tell me if you'd be interested in reading this as a story?! Just an idea of a scene or two I had in my head for a story blurb and here it is. What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments below; don't like the post...just speak!

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Ok so seeing how chris is turning into a very hot silver fox, how did Kitten „reacted” to her pretty boy Ran turning into silver fox (Ran ever the drama queen probably were ridiculous when he sees the grey in his beard)

Oh lawd!! So there is this theory that men who love a good meal from their women 😏 that their beard hair changes…that was the first sign of gray and he wasn’t a fan, until you could not keep your hands off of him.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yes, Sir, Captain

Summary: Ransom isn’t loving his gray

Pairings: Ransom X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, implied sexual activities, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

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Neither of you were sure that the gray was what was causing you to be feral. Even though he was a bit insecure he was not complaining about the extra attention he was getting. Like the extra butt grabs and pinches. Randomly walking in his office just to sit in his lap, and kiss over his beard.

Ransom is a well groomed man, whether he shaves his beard or doesn’t, so when you walk in behind him, his towel hung low on his hips as he grooms his beard. Your hands slide down his chest going lower, until that towel falls off. Your hand cups his balls, and your lips softly kiss on his shoulders, and he makes the first comment about his gray.

“I’ve picked a few off my head,” you only moan, as you feel his cock harden in your hand. “I think I’m going to dye my beard though. Maybe. Kitten?”

You slowly start sinking to your knees, and when he gives a guttural whimper, you feel heat rush to your core. “Kitten? Woman? You listen to me before you finish what you’re doing. My god, do I want you to finish.”

“What is it baby?” you look up at him owlishly.

“Stop! I’m having a crisis.”

“Ran, what’s wrong?” knowing your husband you know this is going to be ridiculous.

“I’m getting old.”

“No you’re not.”

He huffs out a bit of air, “Easy for your to say, you’re still seven years younger.”

“Why do you think you’re getting old?”

“Do you see this?” He points at his beard, and then a small cluster of grays in his hair. “I’m gonna have to start dying my hair.”

It is then that you realize how much you love his peppering hair, that patch of gray in his beard, and you become a bit irritable thinking he’s going to cover it. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“What?” your movements completely stop, and you square up with him.

“If you cover it up, I will quit riding your face in the morning.”

“What is happening?”

“I like it,” Ransom raises an eyebrow up looking at you, giving you a little smirk. “I like it a lot.”

“Is that what’s gotten into you?” now you’re the one looking at him confused. “You have been very horny lately. You always are. But like…midday blow jobs. I wake up to you just riding on my abs, and when my eyes open you’re crawling up to my mouth. Is the gray making you a sloppy little slut?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. At least,” you pause thinking a moment. “At least I don’t think so.”

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he adds a bit of pressure, “How about, you show me how much you like the gray.”

“Yes, sir, captain,” you smile sinking to your knees, “As long as you remember how it makes me soaked,” just to check, his fingers go up under his shirt, as he feels how drenched you are. As soon as he adds his fingers into his mouth, you show him exactly how much you love the gray.

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au ask #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #dilf!ransom drysdale x reader #dilf!ransom drysdale

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Modern Inheritance Short: Bud Like You (Eldest, semi-canon)

(A/N: So, I've been listening to Eldest on audiobook and wanted to do a few short MIC bits from around that timeline. I rewrote a reunion scene with Glen that I might be posting later, but for now have this weird short of Arya and Glen embarrassing themselves due to a promise they made decades ago. And yes. I ripped off AJR. Because I just now found their music and I'm enjoying it. I imagine this was used a lot during the Squaddies time and it's a fun little ditty that some in the Varden still use.

Also, yes, that says semi-canon because I'm not entirely sure if this is just a bit of fun or if it's considered an actual thing these two did during Eragon and Saphira's time training. I've been trying to soften some stuff for MIC for some reason and just wanted some of Arya and Glenwing being dorks.)

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Bud Like You

“Way up, way up, way up to the sky!”

“Hey! Louder!”

Eragon looked up from relacing his boots at the sound of someone yelling, confused by the intrusion. Saphira swiveled her head, tracking the source of the noise before letting out a snort of amusement. Behind Vanir the group of younger elves pointed and began snickering amongst themselves, some shaking their heads in what appeared to be disgust.

‘What is it?’ Saphira refused to answer him, only letting out one of her peculiar coughing laughs. He stood and dusted off his knees before turning to see what exactly was going on.

He couldn’t help his own half choked off laugh, utterly bewildered.

The silver haired elf Arya had been speaking with the night of the feast was jogging backwards, keeping just out of reach of the aforementioned elf woman. Who was skipping. And yelling what seemed to be a song verse or cadence with a dark scowl on her face.

“Way up, way up, way up to the sky! When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high! Way up, way up, way up to the moon! Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you! Boy it’s good to know I got a bud like you!”

Across from him, Vanir pinched the bridge of his nose. “This again?”

Eragon swallowed his laughter. “This happens often?”

“It’s apparently some ritual they picked up from their time with the humans.” The sneer was evident in the young elf’s voice. “Some sort of punishment or other.”

“Push ups, come on!” Glenwing chirped, clapping his hands enthusiastically. Even from here Eragon could see the ecstatic smile on his face.

“I’ll bloody make you dead for real!” Arya’s snapped retort held a biting edge that was undercut by a bubble of laughter.

“I can always add another lap! Two hundred, let’s go!”

“Bite me! Way up, way up…”

It continued like this through Eragon’s sparring session and beyond. It was a full three hours before Glen allowed his commander to slow and stop. “Okay, enough. I think you got it.”

Arya flopped onto the ground, panting. It had been months since she actually exerted herself quite so much, not in the ways they had done during their early field days. The exercise was good. But the singing had been…well. As humiliating as it was supposed to be. That’s why they had made this little pact after all. Vans had wanted a way to make sure his ragtag group of youths and men were sharing everything with the medic, and of course the slippery Withal had just the thing to reenforce the order.

“So, what did we remember?” Glen’s grinning face filled Arya’s vision from where she squinted up into the pines above.

“That you’re here to support me.” Arya wheezed. “And I’m here to support you.”

“Aaaand?”

“That I’m lucky to have a friend that cares so much.”

“Aaaaaaaand?”

“That I shouldn’t try and hide new medical notes from you.”

“Why?”

“Because you give a shit.”

“And?”

“Because it’s a good way to end up dead.”

“And why don’t we want that?”

“Because the last time that happened it caused a political shitstorm.” Arya bared her teeth in a feral smile, the stitch in her side easing. “And because I’m getting really tired of hearing everyone say ‘I thought you were dead’ whenever I show up.”

Glen grabbed his CO by the wrists and hauled her to her feet. “There you go!” He let her brush herself off. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Damn right it is.” Arya clapped her hands and made a shooing motion. “Start skipping, dumbass.”

“Way up, way up…”

#inheritance cycle #eragon #modern inheritance stories #the cyclists #the inheritance cycle #arya drottningu #glenwing #mic x ajr #i just imagine these two skipping along bellowing this at the top of their lungs #like they're both somewhat disbelieving that the other is alive after the last 6 months of believing the other was dead #and they have to give themselves a few days of their old mischief before they get serious #'so about your arm' 'so about your scars' '....rain check?' 'yeah rain check let's go embarrass our species for kicks.'#let the kids be kids for a bit #ive been trying to write trauma lately and it's not happening #let me have this #Spotify

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theadventuresofgarlandodra · 10 months

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- The End of Silver Matilda

Prev.

“It is too fucking cold here! I hate Zayora!”

“Least you’re not too hot anymore like you were a few weeks ago.”

“Go fuck yourself, Garl.”

Sahsi’s teeth chattered as she attempted to smile, but it was too damn cold to do anything but keep marching forward.

Silver Matilda wasn’t far, the raven was consistently shifting and leaning forward in anticipation from where it perched on her shoulder. The hag was close. And she was waiting for them.

Wick was the only one not complaining about the cold. His jaw was tight, his fists were even tighter. Sparks would fly randomly out from the tips of his hair and around his scalp, but were quickly extinguished by the icy wind.

Turgut shook the snow from his eyes. “Keep your guard up, men! Er, women too! The witch isn’t far now!” he shouted the obvious.

When Kendrenal nudged Turgut, Sahsi thought the artificer was about to pull another prank on Turgut, but instead he plopped something in Turgut’s hands. “I’ve been tinkering this all morning while we walked, try it out!” Kendrenal said.

Turgut lifted it up to his face and frowned. “A… a monocle?” It was in fact a silver monocle.

“So you can actually hit things when you shoot your crossbow!” Kendrenal explained. “Try it!”

“My aim is just fine.” All the same, Turgut popped the monocle in place and blinked a few times. “… Huh. Well then. Perhaps I could shoot better than fine with this little trinket. Thank you, Kendrenal. How did you make this?”

“I always have some junk in my bag, pieces of glass, wire- it wasn’t hard!” Kendrenal shrugged. “You’re welcome!”

It really must be serious if Kendrenal was actually trying to help his other party members rather than piss them off, Sahsi thought to herself.

It came as just as surprise to her when they made the turn up the path and the blizzard just… stopped. The snow still whirled around the party, but this part of the trail was clear as a summer’s day.

The reason for the sudden change of weather was no doubt due to the three women in this eye of the storm. Sahsi shivered for a different reason now.

Three hags stood before them. The two bheur hags hadn’t bothered to hide their true faces, bone thin crones with frozen blue skin and hair coated in ice, but the woman between them hardly fit into the coven. A beautiful human lady, elegant with long brunette curls and dressed in noble finery, she looked more like a victim of abduction than a threat. But she wasn’t threatened by the two cackling bheur hags that had her surrounded. She looked content.

“Hello, hello, hello…” the woman chuckled and took a step forward. “My, it’s been a while since we’ve had so many guests. Welcome to the Gate.”

Odra stepped forward, her hand on her rapier. “Gate?” she repeated.

“The Gate is what we call this passage to Zayora. Oh, did you really think you were already there? No, my darling.” The lady shook her head and tutted her tongue. “This is the Gate. Pass us and you’ll be there shortly. But you’re not here to pass, are you?”

Sahsi glanced at Wick to ask for confirmation, but she didn’t need to. Wick’s hair burned white, and he was truly shaking with rage. She looked back towards the woman and steadied herself with a deep breath.

“We’re here on behalf of the young genasi you cruelly mutilated, Silver Matilda. We’re here to avenge him and all the others you’ve no doubt harmed and killed in your lifetime.”

The woman’s lips twisted in a dark smirk. “Little niece, you’re more of a bitch than your mother is,” she said. With a feral growl, the hag dropped the glamour, revealing her true shape- a bent, ugly demonic looking woman with ram’s horns that curled behind her ears and bright yellow eyes that made Sahsi think of rabid beasts.

“Niece?” Sahsi repeated.

“She didn’t tell you?” Silver Matilda cocked her head to the side and chuckled. “I was part of the coven that Genevieve's mother, Granny Dorcas, led. That made me her aunt, and it makes me yours too. Of course, when Genevieve killed Dorcas, I decided it was best to head to greener pastures.”

Before Sahsi could say anything else, Wick unsheathed his sword and stormed to the front of the group. “Do you remember him!? Do you remember Wax and what you did to him!?” he shouted.

Matilda blinked placidly. “… Oh, him? Eh, he brings forth thoughts of… subpar ingredients,” she said.

The wave of heat that rolled over the party from Wick’s body was enough to melt the snow on the ground and make sweat drip down Sahsi’s neck. But it wasn’t him that made the first move.

It was her.

“When you’re in hell, you’ll remember those who came in Wax’s name, and you’ll remember us ripping you limb from limb!”

Sahsi charged forward, leaping over Odra’s head and bringing her fingernails down across Matilda’s face. Her already sharp fingernails truly became like claws, ripping open the hag’s face and nearly taking an eyeball with it.

Matilda screeched as her skin burned with acid, marring her already terrible features. The hag sneered at Sahsi.

“It’ll give me great pleasure to kill you, girl.”

Matilda’s hand lit up with a spell Sahsi recognized as Magic Missile and she knew she messed up. But before she could hurl it, the spell sputtered out. Matilda gawped at her hand. “What the-”

Sahsi heard snickering from behind her… of course. Dullahan.

“Whoops. Counterspell. Maybe don’t cast it with so much juice next time.”

Sahsi was hauled back and out of the way by Thunderwarrior and the eye of the storm exploded into violence. Her trembling hands still dripping with hag blood, Sahsi stayed at the back and prepared her healing items and spells.

She really was becoming more like her mother every time she lost her temper.

The party charged forward, spells flying through the air like fireworks and blades slashing at the evasive hags. Matilda shouted something in Sylvan and bodies burst from the snow, skeletons and zombies coated in ice and weapons frozen in their hands.

Thunderwarrior tossed her head back and roared her battlecry before throwing herself at the undead army before her, Elphira and Tynos providing back up to tear through the hags’ foot soldiers.

Crowley twirled his mace in the air before he chased the bheur hag to the right. The woman’s spells zoomed past his head and before she knew it he was right in her face.

“Hello, and goodbye!”

The mace crunched right into her chest, knocking the air from her lungs. This did get him a ray of frost right to the chest, but Crowley seemed to shake off the spell with surprising ease.

The other bheur hag wasn’t as lucky- she never saw Odra coming, she was more focused on the gargoyle in front of her. Odra’s rapier stabbed her in the leg and when she instinctively went to clamp the wound, Garl bullrushed her and sent her flying… right off the side of the mountain, her staff bouncing after her while the woman shrieked.

“Byyyye, bitch!” Odra cackled.

Although the group was technically outnumbered, within minutes the undead’s numbers were decimated. The remaining bheur hag couldn’t keep up with the demand, and she didn’t see Turgut taking aim from behind her.

The crossbow bolt went right through the back of her head and she stood dumbly for a second before crumpling to the ground.

Turgut tapped his new monocle and looked quite impressed. “Hmm, I may have to keep this little bauble for a time,” he murmured to himself.

The last one standing was, of course, Silver Matilda. And no one was going to get between her and Wick without getting stabbed. The snow around the pair had melted, Wick burning so bright he was even singeing his own clothing. Silver Matilda threw her spells and sneered at the enraged genasi. She was weakening, but it was not enough.

Odra prepared her charge but Garl grabbed her by the scruff. “No kill stealing… not this time,” he said.

“Awwww…”

“Would you want someone to steal Calipher’s death from your hands?”

That stilled Odra and the goblin stopped trying to get involved in the fight. Matter of fact, no one really did. Everyone had surrounded the fighting pair, but no one was entering the fray. It was Wick’s revenge, and it was his alone.

It was a lucky blow when Silver Matilda fired off a magic missile that hit Wick right in the gut, sending him stumbling back. “Say hello to your pathetic little brother to me,” the hag growled as she threw her hand back, preparing to rip into him with her claws.

She hadn’t realized that Sahsi had been preparing her own spell. A gust of wind shoved the hag off balance, sending her teetering close to the edge of the cliff. While Silver Matilda struggled to maintain her balance, Sahsi rested her hands on Wick’s shoulders.

“Finish. Her. Off,” Sahsi whispered, her magic flowing from her fingertips into the genasi as she cast Guidance.

Sometimes all you need is just a little push to get the job done. By the time Silver Matilda recovered, she looked up to see Wick’s sword pierce her chest.

The air was pushed out of her and the hag just stared in shock. Wick smirked.

“I’d say tell him yourself. But you’re not going to where he is.”

Wick’s sword glowed like a hot coal and the hag’s flesh caught aflame. She couldn’t even scream. She just slumped dead. Wick withdrew her sword and kicked her burning corpse off the cliff.

There was a second pause.

Then Odra cheered.

“FUCK! YES!”

The group threw their hands in the air and all cheered together, the battle was won, and they’d won!

Garl didn’t wait for the cheering to finish. He started walking until he found a cave. “Hey, this is probably her lair- hurry up or I’m taking all the loot!” he shouted back.

“LIKE HELL YOU ARE!” Odra shouted after him, launching herself over bones and corpses to catch up. The rest of the group scrambled after them, continuing to chat and shout about the treasure that no doubt an old hag like Silver Matilda had stored up over the years.

Everyone but Wick and Sahsi.

Wick stared down the cliff where Silver Matilda’s body had vanished. He hadn’t cheered. He hadn’t moved since that hag had fallen out of sight. He just stood there. Silent.

Sahsi said nothing and allowed Wick his moment.

“… I’m sorry, Sahsi.”

That was not the first thing she expected to come out of his mouth. She tilted her head to the side. “Why are you apologizing?” she asked.

“Because you’re nothing like your mother, or Silver Matilda. Maybe… maybe not even all the hexbloods I’ve killed are like them.” Wick shuddered before he bitterly laughed. “Maybe on my way to avenge Wax, I became more like the hags than you. Because right now… I feel nothing. I don’t feel better. I feel nothing.”

Sahsi swallowed before she set her hand on Wick’s shoulder. He tensed but didn’t push her away.

“Did you cry for Wax?” she quietly asked.

Wick was quiet.

“You never took the time to grieve, did you?”

Wick finally shook his head no.

“… Now you can. And now you can move forward. Some of the things you did…” Sahsi brushed her fingers against her cheekbone, where his dagger has sliced her skin. “Well, you know. But you can’t take it all back. You can only move forward, and really, the only way to do that… is grieve.”

Wick was quiet and Sahsi nearly panicked, thinking she had said the wrong thing… and then she realized there was steam coming from Wick’s face.

He was crying. His chest shuddered and he broke down in sobs. He turned, pulled Sahsi into a tight embrace, and he wept.

Sahsi hesitantly returned the embrace, arms wrapped around his waist. Her hands stroked his back and she let him cry.

Let him grieve. Let him cry. And hope, just hope that he would be able to move on now.

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Hi if you got my last message I'm sorry for the repeat feel free to delete if you didn't because Tumblr decided to go "no <3" at the last second oh boy howdy it's me again devoted anon unmasked, if this ask feels shorter tireder I'm sorry it is tumblr is an evil evil thing, on to my girl she is called Zephyr a lengthened alternate to her canon name that she probably picked out herself probably from a book as I imagine Ambroy boasts a huge library. Onto the daughter. (also apparently Zephyr means gentle breeze so obviously mental image of her gently blowing on Ambroys ear to make it flick to wind him up)

Obviously from sketch to digital I missed things out because I didn't have the effort lmao, her scars from blood letting are probably hidden under her scales so if she's shedding there or pulls them back it will reveal the scars like the dragon heart dragons having those scars under their chest scales from taking out their hearts. She originally was gonna have major implied tail related trauma implying it was cut off and regrew yes I was gon imply it was cut off to be served but I thought that was too far but since her tail is nubby it likely did get injured at some point. Also I like to imagine her hair looks thick and wild and untamed? But also kind of flawless too. It's got a weirdly scaley vibe to it and the hair is probably a bit coarse, not like unpleasantly so just clearly rougher wilder almost. She usually manages her own hair via cleaning drying brushing it ect but secretly she does adore it if a staff member offers to dry her hair or brush it or just to play with it, she's touch starved and pretty woman want to touch her?? Play with her hair?? For real?? Makes her soft. She's very compliant to so if staff are needed to at least neaten up her hair they know she'll sit on the floor where they can easily reach to do her hair and sit good and still for them. The two tone color is cause I think it looks hella cool tbh it added dynamic to her and because she probably bled in her hair plenty as her horns grew in and idk mythos bled into her hair permanently dying it (though its more likely just weird power stuff like how Ambroy hair is golden hers went from brown to pink silver). Also her claws and horns are probably only metal coated and not full metal. Also idk if beans I just like the implied feral prowling stalking predator vibes of it she's an ambush predator ready to take down unsuspecting prey and also viciously hunt House intruders lmao there is mental image of her chasing some guy who broke in maybe scaring a maid and she came running hearing the maid scream absolutely hunting this guy like a wild beast thinking he was attacking the maid and for breaking in. Zephyr can have feral as a treat, as I said she's always a bit off and otherworldly a bit too feral despite the fact they should be civil, could revert to animal revert to quadraped lmao. Zephyr is always like 2 steps away from just turning into a beast and disappearing into the woods or in this case I guess kidnapping Ambroy her treasure now lmao.

Outfit time! And for me to be a liar lmao

She's a comfortable girl, definitely would prefer to dress like she just rolled out of bed. I think she'd have a very casual relationship with clothes, at first I imagine she wore very loose things growing up easy to slide up to access flesh for cutting or very tight constricting covering everything clothes when needing to hide her abuse and likely tight fashionable clothes when later living with Ambroy and probably to some extent dressed up by him for his liking and viewing to the point that when she's older she kinda goes eh fuck it ill wear what I'm comfy in not whats suitable for other people. This also somehow developed into casualness in nudity I suppose exposed stomach falling down loose trousers ect, I also hc she has a dressing gown she'll put on and wear with nothing else only vaguely tied to just about hide everything. I think at this point she just doesn't care XD though she won't obviously do this in public but cover of Ambroys home she can be lax but will respectfully cover up to not fluster the staff they don't need to see a tit ya know she respects them. She's sure Ambroy wouldn't mind seeing a tit, but like she'll jokingly pull her dressing gown over herself pretending to conceal and hide herself from him like no you cannot witness because he probably huffs at her for being so selfish to not share a tit. But just any lazy outfit you can think of she'd wear or own, she likely does have genuine outside activity clothes which are probably actually decent walking clothes I can see her enjoying long walks out climbing treks ect cause she's active or casual outside clothes for tea and biscuits and cakes when the weather is nice but nothing fancy like Ambroy not anymore too much effort. Her fashion is likely probably more similar to the I suppose common folk than the rich cause like common folk know how to enjoy comfort rich people just dress wildly and honestly dressing in common clothes is weirdly nostalgic not exactly comforting but feels right.

Now for my lies and deceit lmao, so I know I said no dress but also. What if one dress one time XD I thought itd be fun to have her in at least one dress outfit. She's probably wearing a corset brasier combo to thin her waist and adjust her chest hence her looking different. Ambroy probably asked so that people don't realise she's showing her age too, though Zephyr definitely asked the staff to be gentle with the corset she's not used to it so they couldn't tighten it as much as Ambroy would hope. This event is likely the reason she doesn't wear dresses anymore. She probably just, had a bit of a identity crisis as the knowledge of, these people are so much different to me, set in. She's not, from wealth or royalty or really even anything important sure shes apparently half something special but she was born into nothing and treated worse for it until she met Ambroy, she realises that she stands over everyone there how delicate and beautiful the woman are and how confident and assured the men are she's, not either she's much larger and yes she knows it's muscle she's strong could probably lift more than some of the gentleman here but compared to these pretty woman she feels so, wrong and out of place and she's not confident as much as she pretends she doesn't dare enter the dance floor her feet are too big her claws too dangerous her tail too in the way. Essentially has a horrible comparison to everyone else moment anxiety and stress rising because oh god she's so different just look she's probably got problems especially because she relates more with the lower class being born into that she can take care of herself while the higher class need to be served she knows she sticks out compared to everyone so she'd leave to smoke outside. Quite literally when overly anxious she produces smoke cause she can breathe fire as a treat and she probably just has a bit of an anxiety attack outside honestly everything was probably just over stimulating for her especially if this is the first event she's been to since fully developing into divine maturity she's only just finding herself her new 'real' self and her senses are likely overwhelmed with the music chatting dancing singing perfumes sparkling jewellery and decorations and heat of the room and just she's not been raised in this like Ambroy the odd event but not really made for it and would likely not go to anymore. She'd just tell Ambroy it's because she makes the room look cluttered and she shouldn't distract from his divine radiance and beauty like that.

Also Zephyr is probably about 7ft tall or something, as much as I want to make her stupidly tall I'm limiting myself but like you're free to play around with her height and design tweaking it for if its easier in art or for a certain aesthetic ect going full size dif or casual loom. I think canon human Zephyr is about 6ft close to Ambroy height naturally as she's my big strong muscular monster girl so obviously anthro dragon form needs to be bigger than him XD I like me height dif

Anywhos hope you and Ambroy will like and enjoy her design lmao and thank you for enjoying my silly character rambles I just adore your silly lil unicorn so so much he pleases the brain. I hope you have fun with your big project I'm very excited to see it! And I hope work isn't too hard on you either! Baiii

So glad to see Zephyr in the flesh! (So to speak)

Her design is very cute, I love the silver scales and red eyes. All the better that she's 7 ft too - we love a big girl in this house!

I could definitely see Ambroys using her as a fashion doll for a while until she makes me clothing preferences known. He's unfortunately prone to viewing other people as accessories to complement his own outfits.

I like the details you included about her being uncomfortable in the high society company Ambroys tends to keep. Given her background, it makes a lot of sense (and considering the snakes Ambroys tends to associate with - and is - she's probably right to feel that way). I think he'd be torn on her bowing out of his dances and social events - on the one hand, he'd probably buy the excuse that she'd distract from his glory, and he does like being the most eye-catching thing in the room, but he does like to have an entourage so that people think he has friends. Ultimately, though, he wouldn't force her to go... though she may be forced to hear him complaining/gossiping about the proceedings afterward.

Thanks so much for sharing and my apologies again for not being more quick on the message-answering draw - I do really appreciate having your OC shared with me, despite my bumbling tardiness!

#asks #text #sorry for not responding to your christmas message yet (even though it's been months waaah) I wanted to doodle something for it but #I've not had time! soon though I hope!

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empressaraceli1992 · 1 year

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The next chapter will be from Banshee’s POV

The Banshee and the Ghost

Part 3

Soap woke up to the persistent knocking on his door. He had been having such a nice dream too. Glancing at his phone he saw that it was 4:00a.m. Groaning he shuffled to his door cursing whoever stood behind it.

"Whaddya want?" He slurred. Gaz stood on the other side of the door fist still raised to knock. Soap narrowed his eyes. If this was one of Gaz's pranks…

"Captain needs you in his office. Now."

Not a prank then. Throwing on a clean shirt Soap pulled on his boots and followed Gaz.

"New mission?" Soap asked, running a nervous hand through his mohawk.

"I'm not sure." Gaz admitted. "Price just said he wanted the two of us in his office."

"What about Ghost?"

"Price said specifically NOT to bring Ghost."

Huh. This couldn't be good.

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"Come in." Price ordered after Gaz's first tentative knock. "Shut the door behind you."

Price sat behind his desk, his usual bucket hat missing for once, a cigar in his hand unlit. He was not alone. Standing next to his desk was a young woman. Soap looked at her curiously.

She was petite, about five foot three, with jet black hair braided back from her face in an almost viking-like ponytail. He could see the glint of metal beads decorating here and there in her braids. She was pale, her skin was honey in milk, with tattoos (runes of some sort he noted) on the bellies of her forearms. She wore a simple black tank top, dark blue jeans, and issued black boots. Her face was sharp, a pointed chin, button nose, full heart shaped lips. Her eyes were an interesting mix of blue green with a curious ring of silver around her pupils.

"Soap." Price sounded irritated.

"Yes sir?"

"Quit ogling Banshee, and pay attention."

"Banshee?"

"Dude, wake up!" Gaz punched him in the arm.

"Awe, bile yer heid!" Soap swatted him away. Banshee chuckled.

"As I was saying." Price cut in. "Soap I need you to help introduce Banshee to Ghost."

"That's not a good idea, Captain."

After Grave's betrayal Ghost was damn near feral when it came to introducing new would-be-permanent members to the 141. Hell, he barely trusted the recruits enough to let them into the base. The last attempt to just "introduce" a new member led to Ghost almost beating König to death in a sparring match. It took everything Soap had to drag the two of them into a private room and force them to talk it out. The only reason that worked was because - Soap suspected - Ghost had a soft spot for him.

"From what you've told me trust is huge for Lieutenant Riley." Banshee crossed her arms, one hand brought up under her chin thoughtfully. "He trusts - Soap was it?"

Soap nodded.

"You do not want to mess that relationship up by using Soap as a gateway."

"I can't just introduce you to the man." Price gripped. "He might stab you outright."

"You might have to let him."

"Bleedin Jesus, what?!"

Banshee didn't sound like she was joking.

"Ghost went through a lot. You don't get scars like his without going through hell. You can't force him to like me, no matter how much you might want John." Banshee leaned against the wall behind Price's desk.

"I brought you here to help my boys, Ghost especially, not to have you killed at the first opportunity." Price argued. "You're the most skilled one I've found in a decade. You could do a lot for them."

"You make it sound like I'm a therapist." Banshee grimaced. "Might not want to make it sound like that when you discuss this with Ghost. You said he doesn't like shrinks."

"If ye ain't a shrink, what are ye?" Soap quipped. She wasn't a standard soldier - she had muscle yes, but she was soft in places that weren't exactly within regulation. If she was a shrink Ghost would kill her if she tried prying into his head.

"You're scottish?"

"Aye."

What did that have to do with anything?

"Gaelic?"

"Aye…?"

"I'm what you would call a Puirt á beul." She said simply.

A Puirt á beul - a throat singer, one who makes mouth music, a user of ancient songs, a healer. Soap gave Price a startled look. Price was really sticking his neck out for this one. Soap was familiar with the concept, his Nan had always taught him the importance of the old ways. She would sing to him when he was sick - she even had an herb garden from which she made the most amazing slaves, teas, and medicines.

Conventional medicine was a nightmare for Ghost, Soap knew, he fought tooth and nail to avoid medical treatment any time he was injured. The Lieutenant insisted on tending to his own wounds whenever possible. After what happened with Roba, Soap didn't blame him.

For Price to bring in an unconventional - almost medicine woman - to aid the team must have taken some tenacity. Laswell wasn't stupid, but she had her own beliefs securely aligned with modern medicine and therapy. Soap wondered what Banshee's 'official' title for the team was.

"You gonna sing The Ghost a lullaby, Banshee?" Soap asked incredulously.

"We have no idea if that would help or hurt him." Banshee answered seriously. "First we need to ease him into the transition before I can make any kind of assessment."

"Why don't you focus on Soap and König for the first week?" Price offered. "Since you're here to help them all, why not start with them and work your way up to Ghost?"

"What are we supposed to do?" Gaz piped up this time. "Hide her from Ghost until he gets used to the idea?"

"No, but maybe…" Banshee looked Soap over. "Irish Spring doesn't suit you."

"Excuse me?"

"The scent doesn't work for you." She waved her hand at him. "I take it this is something you're doing on purpose?"

"What do you - oh!" Soap snapped his fingers. "Ghost is sensitive to smells. I was using axe, but it gave him a migraine any time he got near me. It took me weeks to figure it out. He said this smell doesn't bother him as much."

"Good." Banshee turned to Price. "Victims of PTSD can often turn to scents for comfort. Certain ones will soothe, while others can cause episodes. I have a blend catered to my pheromones. I can wear that around the base, while avoiding meeting Ghost physically for at least a few days, until he becomes accustomed to it."

"Like you do for a dog when you introduce a new baby?" Gaz asked.

"Similar, but I wouldn't call Lieutenant Riley a dog if I were you." Banshee chuckled. "I will work with Soap first, since he's the closest to Ghost." She turned to Soap. "If you take a shine to me, then perhaps he will too. Then I'll work on König since he was Ghost's last conquest - if he sees the three of us working easily enough together it might ease his distrust a little."

"Alright, we should put you on the far end of the barracks -" Price sighed.

"No, put me in the room right next to Ghost's." Banshee shook her head. "It's the last place he would look."

"That puts you in immediate danger if Ghost thinks you're the enemy without one of us nearby to explain!" Price argued.

"I'll risk it. I told you he might very well have to get volatile to trust me. I'm okay with that."

"Well I'm not!" Price slammed his hands on his desk standing.

"John." Banshee placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You love your boys. They need help, so let me help them. I know what I'm doing."

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Soap led Banshee to an empty office. Price wanted them to wait until Gaz had secured Ghost in his office before Soap could take Banshee to her assigned room. Soap felt like a naughty teenager sneaking around trying to avoid his overly strict teacher. Problem was that Ghost was the kind of teacher who carried knives.

Banshee seemed nonplussed about the entire ordeal which made Soap nervous. Did she really care so little for her own life?

"You're thinking too loud." Banshee chided gently tugging Soap's hand away from his mouth. He hadn't realized he was chewing on his fingers - a nervous habit he thought he had quit.

"I canne believe yer not worried about this."

"I've lived long enough." Banshee shrugged. Long enough? She barely looked out of her twenties. "So, I know the legend." Banshee continued. "I need you to tell me about the man."

Soap considered that for a moment. Where to start? He knew surprisingly little about the man despite their partnership on the field.

"He doesn't like loud music." Soap started. "He's sensitive to touch."

Banshee pulled out a small leather bound notebook from her rucksack and began taking notes.

"Sensitive to touch, but not opposed to it?" Banshee raised a brow.

"Yea, he will let people he trust touch him, but not often. I don't think he knows what to do with casual touches."

"Does he accept you touching him?"

"Sometimes." Soap shrugged. "Sometimes he threatens to break my arm."

And so it went. For the next several hours Soap answered any and all of Banshee's questions. She didn't just grill him about Ghost either. Once they were safely in what would be her room she asked Soap questions about himself. Anything from his favorite mission to his worst fear. Soap lounged on her bed while Banshee took notes at her desk.

Banshee had managed to unpack a few things while they spoke. Clothes mostly, a couple more leather bound journals, and several glass jars full of dried herbs. The last thing she unpacked was a leather bag that could be attached to the belt or one's thigh. It was old, softened black leather from continued use.

From the depths of the pouch she pulled out an old black and white photo - several women standing beside a Polikarpov Po-2. One of the women in uniform looked exactly like Banshee - her grandmother maybe? Scrawled neatly across the corner in black ink were the words 588th Regiment.

"Military is in your blood, eh Banshee?"

Banshee didn't answer immediately. She placed the picture back into the pouch, her eyes darkened. "Don't let war become all you know, Johnny." She said quietly.

Soap didn't know what to say to that. Banshee seemed to sense his unease.

"Why don't we pick this up tomorrow night? You could bring König with you."

"Sure." Soap agreed easily. He would go eat dinner with Ghost and Gaz before turning in for the night.

When he heard the haunting melody echoing through the halls of the base very late into the night - Soap would never admit to sinking lower into the blankets, soothed, but also sad. Banshee had earned her call sign. She sounded so sad. When sleep took him he chased a shadow just along the edge of his vision - her tears were silver, and her voice was broken.

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The next two days passed with relative ease. Soap was able to convince Konig to meet him at the gym late one night to introduce the big guy to Banshee.

Konig lived up to his kingly name - his silence most of all. Unlike Ghost he took his mask off inside the base. Much like Ghost, however, his face was a tapestry of scars. Where Ghost was blonde, Konig had auburn hair that was slightly longer in the front framing his face, and meticulously short in the back.

As Soap eyed his comrade he secretly wondered if the man was Greek instead of Austrian. His face could have been chiseled from marble, a sharp nose, thin lips, and a chin that could cut glass. His pale blue eyes did nothing to detract from the image, though his very sharp incisors had given Soap goosebumps in all the right places.

“Vhat?” Konig rumbled. He was leaning up against one of the weight lifting machines, a small knife, and a piece of wood in his hand. “Ver staring, Sergeant.”

“Just wondering what yer makin.” Soap lied, ducking his head a bit. He hoped Konig couldn’t see his ears turn red. Konig held out his hand, his long fingers wrapped around the carving hiding it completely from view. Soap held out his hand curiously. A small carving of a rabbit fell into his outstretched palm. The rabbit stood on its hind legs, its long ears folded down the back of its head and neck. It was very detailed from the eyes to the small notches that made it look like fur.

“Wow.” Soap held the rabbit carving back out to Konig. Konig shook his head, pocketing his knife he crossed his muscled arms across his broad chest.

“You can keep it.”

“Thank ye.” Soap gave him a toothy grin, and cradled the little rabbit in his palm. Konig shrugged. Not willing to let the conversation die, Soap sat on the bench. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“Vhy?”

“Because I’m curious.”

Konig rummaged in his pocket before producing a small iPod. Excited, Soap patted the bench next to him. Konig looked dubious, but settled down next to the sergeant anyway. Unwinding the headphones Konig offered one to Soap. Soap accepted it eagerly, placing it in his ear. Konig leaned down his elbows on his knees so the headphones could reach them both easily. Flicking through his screen Konig found his desired song and clicked play - he tilted the screen so Soap could read the name.

“Sabaton?” Soap grinned as the rock music filled his ear. They listened to Konig's three favorite songs: Soldier of Heaven - made Soap think of Konig himself. Steel Commanders made him think of Price. The last song, however, gave Soap an eerie feeling. Night Witches started off like the others, great guitar work, and strong vocals. Then the chorus caught his attention:

“Canvas wings of death

Prepare to meet your fate

Night Bomber Regiment 588”

Regiment 588 - the photo in Banshee’s room - why did that make him uneasy?

“Konig -”

The gym door opened. Banshee was dressed down in white camo yoga pants, and a black tank top. Her feet were bare. She hadn’t braided her hair, it was scraped back into a loose bun at the back of her neck. For some reason this made Soap stiffen as he watched Konig’s reaction. Banshee wasn’t exactly protected in jeans and boots, but at least she looked less vulnerable next to the 6’10” behemoth.

Konig, however, was the one who looked afraid. The Austrian visibly paled, muttering something in German. Banshee took in Soap’s concern at Konig’s distressed look. Setting down her workout bag Banshee folded her legs beneath her and sat on mat indian style.

“I take it you are Konig?” Banshee folded her hands in her lap.

“Ja.” Konig said dryly.

“I’m Banshee.” She patted the mat next to her. “Why don’t you two join me?”

Soap moved first settling on Banshee’s left crossing one leg while bending the other close to his chest. Konig watched them both dubiously.

“Come on big guy.” Soap smiled. “We don’t bite.”

“Speak for yourself.” Banshee huffed. Soap laughed. Konig’s ears turned red. Konig moved with surprising grace considering his size. He settled next to Soap, as far away from Banshee as was socially acceptable. Banshee didn’t seem to mind the distance.

“What were you two listening to before I came in?” Banshee gestured to the iPod.

“Sabaton - something about Night Witches.” Soap shrugged. “It was interesting.”

“They always did enjoy their historically accurate songs.” Banshee’s eyes were far away. “What do you know about them, Konig?”

“Only that my great-grandfather fought against them in the war.” Konig admitted.

“What are Night Witches anyway?” Soap scooted closer to Konig. The big guy looked at him curiously, but didn’t object.

“During World War II the Russians created an all female military-aviation tasked with taking out the enemy encampments under the cover of darkness. The Germans called them Nachthexen - Night Witches, because they would bomb their encampments with such precision the Germans believed that they were using witchcraft. We - they were that good.”

“Was that your great-grandmother in the photo of the 588th Regiment?” Soap asked.

Konig muttered a curse under his breath.

“Something like that.” Banshee patted Konig’s knee. “That doesn’t mean we cannot be friends, does it?”

“Nein, we can be…friends.”

Banshee smiled at that. “Good.”

Banshee leapt to her feet with ease. She gave a languid stretch waiting for the boys to catch up.

The rest of the afternoon was spent sparring. Soap won twice against Banshee, but lost every time he squared up against Konig. Konig lost once to Banshee when she used his momentum against him. When he lunged for her she got behind him hooking her hands around his shoulders and planting her feet in his lower back she rolled - momentarily holding the 250+ pound man - before launching him a few feet away across the mat. Konig was careful to keep her at an arm’s length after that.

Finally all three of them lay gasping on the mat. Soap was pleased to see that Konig laid closest to him, their hips almost touching. Banshee was off to Soap's right more or less humming a tune.

"Hey, Banshee?"

"Yea?"

"Can you sing that song? The one you were singing last night?"

"I don't think you want that..."

Soap sat up on his elbows. Banshee laid on her stomach next to him, her head on her folded arms.

"It wasn't that bad." Soap quipped. "I actually found it quite soothing, but if ye don't mind me asking." Soap laid back down, folding his hands behind his head. "Ye sounded really sad towards the end. Like ye were mourning."

Soap watched Banshee stiffen out of the corner of his eye.

"The song you want, the one you heard, is a lament." Banshee chewed over each word carefully. "It's meant to cause pain."

"Pretty sure I can take it." Soap snorted. Banshee gave him a withering look as she pulled herself up into a kneeling position.

"Close your eyes, both of you, and don't open them until I tell you." Banshee ordered. Soap shrugged and complies with her request. He assumes that Konig has done the same when he nervously presses himself against Soap's side.

Banshee starts with a low hum, slowly building into a keening that almost broke his heart. Images swam across his vision as his brain tried to make sense of what it was hearing.

Her voice grew steadily, echoing off the rafters above. Soap saw his father, he hadn't thought about the man in years, screaming at him. His father cursed him, and called him a degenerate who would go to hell.

Every dip, wave, and pitch in her voice tore at him. Soap could barely feel Konig shiver next to him. He felt the long healed pain of his broken ribs, a parting gift from his old man.

The fevered pitch grew almost painful as she reached the climax - Banshee almost sounded like she was wailing through her song. Konig's large hand engulfed Soap's squeezing. Soap saw his mother weeping as his father threw him out of the house at sixteen - condemning him, and forbidding him from everything coming home.

Banshee's voice slowly died down. Soap could feel the wetness of his eyes and taste the salt of his tears as he let out a shuddering breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Several long moments passed in relative silence - he was acutely aware of Konig's near silent weeping next to him - before Banshee gave them permission to open their eyes.

Soap opened his eyes slowly. Konig hadn't let go of his hand yet for which he was grateful. It grounded him a bit. Banshee knelt over them, her hands hovering just above their chests. The concern in her face would be almost endearing if Soap didn't feel like she had just gutted him with a dull spoon.

"The hell was that?" Soap rasped. Konig shifted beside him burying his head in Soap's shoulder - something that should absolutely thrill him - but all Soap could focus on was the pain. He had left those memories buried for a reason.

"I warned you." Banshee grimaced, her voice broke a little. "What did you see?"

"My father…"

"Not a good relationship, I take it." Banshee asked warily.

"Fucker broke my ribs because he caught me kissing a lad from school." Soap spat. "He threw me out at sixteen. Told me I would go to hell for my…preferences. Said I would never be a real man." Soap felt angry, hot tears slipping out trailing into his hair.

"I'm sorry." Banshee stroked his face gently. Soap turned away from her. He didn't want her pity.

"He vas vrong." Konig growled into Soap's shoulder. Soap jolted - he had almost forgotten the big guy was there for a second he was so quiet. Konig pulled himself up onto an elbow, half leaning over Soap. Banshee retracted her hand. Konig's much larger one took her place. "Vho you love doesn't make you any less of a man." Konig wiped away the fresh tears that spilled despite Soap's best effort to hold them back. Soap swallowed hard. He could feel his heart hammer painfully against his ribcage.

"Thanks big guy." Soap mumbled embarrassed. Konig hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to Soap's cheek. Soap let out a shuddering sob as his tears began to fall in earnest. Konig kissed his eyes, and his forehead, all the while cradling his head beneath him. Soap didn't know how long he laid there crying like a child, but when he finally stopped Konig was still there.

Soap sat up slowly, muttering an apology. Konig wrapped an arm around Soap's shoulders. Banshee - who was sitting a few feet away - held out a water bottle to him. Soap accepted it gratefully, chugging half of it down before offering the rest to Konig. The sniper accepted the bottle silently, finishing it off.

"You two should get some rest." Banshee said gently. "I know how draining it can be." Soap hummed an agreement reluctantly climbing out of Konig's embrace. It wasn't until he was alone in his room sometime later that he realized he had never asked what made Konig cry.

If she could do that to Konig what could she do to Ghost? Did Soap want to know?

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Soap got an answer to both of his questions far sooner than he would have liked.

While Ghost was inside after the morning training with the recruits Soap met Banshee and to his surprise Konig outside on the training field. Konig was in his sniper hood while outside, but his eyes were bright.

"Good morning, Soap." Konig greeted him warmly, brushing his hand across Soap's arm.

"Morning, big guy." Soap felt his neck grow hot. Banshee smiled at both of them. Movement just along the edge of his peripheral caught Soap's attention. Turning he saw Ghost approach them.

Oh, shit. Soap thought. He tried to give Ghost a reassuring smile as he did mental gymnastics to figure out how to hide Banshee. Konig turned - another movement caught Soap's attention. Confused, he watched a recruit scurrying up behind Ghost…was that a knife?!

Soap watched in horror as the recruit took Ghost down from behind slamming his Lieutenant's head into the ground. Banshee made an inhuman sound next to him. Soap was moving - the recruit - Davis, his name was Davis - lifted the blade above his head - Ghost attempted to grab him - Davis slammed Ghost's head into the ground by his mask.

Davis lifted the blade above his head snarling something and brought the blade down burying it in Ghost’s shoulder. Banshee screeched.

Bolting ahead of Soap and Konig, Banshee slammed into Davis, sending him sprawling. Davis surged up again to greet his new opponent. Banshee smashed a rock into his head. Soap was on him then. Konig was right next to him slamming a huge fist into Davis's stomach. Together they forced Davis to the ground. Konig twisted Davis's arms painfully behind his back.

"Do you have him?" Soap snarled.

"Ja!" Konig grunted. "Der Scheisse!"

Soap turned back to Ghost -

"Holy shit."

Banshee knelt over Ghost, cradling his head in her lap. What the hell? Banshee’s hair had turned snow white and her eyes - HER EYES - were silver. Not blue-gray-green as they had been before, but silver. It was as though someone has poured melted metal into her sockets. She was humming something, her hands hovering over him.

"Banshee..?" Soap knelt next to them.

"He's got a bad concussion." Banshee looked through Soap. She hummed in between her words. Were her fingers glowing?! Ghost made a pained noise. She leaned down to croon in Ghost's ear. "It's alright." Ghost's eyes snapped open.

Thankfully his eyes seemed unfocused. Soap really hoped his Lieutenant wasn't seeing Banshee as she was now. He couldn't begin to imagine the consequences if Ghost saw…whatever this was. Banshee stroked Ghosts cheek. Ghost jerked in her grasp, groaning.

"He needs medical." Banshee held Ghost close despite his initial protest. He seemed to relax in her arms. "I cannot keep him under long."

Soap turned to Konig - Davis was now an unconscious heap at his feet. Bloody bastard.

"Konig, help me."

Soap helped lift Ghost into Konig's arms bridal style. Banshee kept his head still walking quickly. They ran into Gaz on the way to medical.

"What the hell happened?!" Gaz yelped when he saw Banshee. "Holy shit is that Banshee?"

"Nae ye dobber." Soap growled. " Gaz grab someone to help ye and go round up Davis. The fucker attacked Ghost."

"Right." Gaz darted off.

When they stepped into medical Ghost started to stir. A nurse ran up to them ordering Konig to place Ghost on a stretcher. Soap shouted for a doctor.

"No, no, no." Ghost muttered, thrashing.

"Come on, Ghost." Soap pleaded, placing his hands on Ghost’s shoulders. "They need to patch ye up."

"No!" Ghost snarled, lashing out his first made contact with Soap's side. Soap grunted. Banshee clutched his head trying to keep his neck still. A nurse came up - reaching around Soap - a syringe in her hand.

"You can sleep now." Banshee soothed, hugging Ghost's head and shoulders. Her hair was starting to fade back to black now that she wasn't humming anymore. The nurse stuck Ghost in the inside of his elbow. She slammed the plunger down with her thumb. Ghost let out a sigh.

Hours later, after Ghost had been whisked away for a CT scan, afterPrice had showed up demanding answers, after Konig has been orderd to go help secure Davis for questioning did Soap find himself sitting in a hard plastic chair in the waiting room. Banshee, now completely back to normal, sat next to him. Price was by the nurses station arguing with the doctor.

"What the hell are you?" Soap whispered, looking at Banshee expectantly. She didn't meet his gaze. She stared at the floor, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Death." Banshee choked.

#cod mw2 #ghost #soap cod #call of duty mw2 #konig #gaz cod #price cod #call of duty #original character #writting prompt

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linaselandbasil · 1 year

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Genetic analysis of Valka, oc of @lunii12

Valka is the child of Valkyon and "Erika", except "Erika" has blue eyes. She is tall as heck, has- you know what heres the drawing i made today I'm not doing more work than I need to.

Fuck, I actually need to list the traits though.

Valka:

Amber eyes-Dominant

medium skin-Codominant

brown hair-dominant

tall-dominant

Valkyon:

Amber eyes-Dominant over blue, recessive under brown

medium skin-Codominant

silver hair-read this lmao

tall-dominant

"Erika":

blue eyes-recessive

light skin-recessive

brown hair-dominant

short-recessive

So, if Valkyon, renown feral whore and "Erika", woman the size of a womens pocket did the nasty, their offspring would be as seen below. Valkyon is top row, "Erika" is left column.

I made this thing on ms paint without a mouse, if I hear one fucking word, ONE SYLLABLE of complaint, I'm jumping off a cliff and I'm taking whoever it was with me Dugovics Titus style.

Eye colour:

Amber-A/Blue-a

Valkyon has a blue eye allele. I know this because Lance has blue eyes and that means that their father had to have at least one to pass onto them. That makes it so that every child of him and Tia has at least one blue eye allele and at most one amber eye allele.

The children of "Erika" and Valkyon have the same eye genetics as Valkyon's parents: Mother aa, Father Aa. How adorable. There is a 50% chance for amber eyes and 50% for blue.

I could go on a tangent about how Valkyon can technically have green eyes but I'm not going to, because i already have.

If I do go in a rant about the green eyes he deserves (GREEN IS THE BEST COLOUR AND HES A GOOD MAN WHO DESERVES THE BEST OF EVERYTHING) I would come to the conclusion that the offspring have 25% chance of having grey eyes, 25% chance of having blue eyes, 25% chance of having green eyes and 25% chance of having amber eyes.

In all scenarios it is possible for Valka to have amber eyes, good job councilor Lunii.

Skin: very very simplified

dark-A/light-a

The offspring would have a 50% chance of being tan and 50% chance of being pale. This is not an accurate portrayal of how skintone genetics actually work, there's like 10 different genes that all work together to determine skintone and I'm not going to pretend I know anything about it.

Good job Lunii, Valka could indeed have tan skin just like her absent father.

Hair: it says haj because that's how you say hair in hungarian and i can't just say no to saving myself the effort of not writing a letter.

brown-A2 or A/Silver-A1/blond-a. On the second one silver is a

If silver hair is dominant: 25% of offspring has silver hair, 25% has ashen brown hair, 25% has blond hair and 25% has chestnut brown hair. I gave a blond allele to both parents in this case.

If silver hair is recessive and the mother is a homozyigote: All offsprings have brown hair.

I guess good job Lunii, this checks out too.

Height:

I don't even know where to begin with this one. I did some research into it but any data i would need to understand it better is behind a paywall. All I can say for certain is that tall is dominant and short is recessive.

I have concluded that Tia is short, so she has two pairs of the short allele and therefore her offspring each have at least one short allele. Valkyon's father was described as tall, so he could have had a recessive short gene, but it was overwritten by his dominant tall genes.

If Valkyon was a homozygote, his offspring with "Erika" would have a 100% chance of being tall.

If Valkyon was a heterozygote, his offspring with "Erika" would have a 50% chance of being tall and a 50% chance of being short.

Potential height is determined by genetics, but actual height is the result of good nutrition during development.

I guess good job Lunii, i can't disprove that Valka can actually be nearly 2 meters tall.

That's about it! Hope everyone had fun reading it!

@dragons-nest-black-dragon would you look at that, another genetic analysis to give to the Russians! Yes I'm still working on the dragon dimorphism one.

@losyashkakus, my other Russian. I summon you as well.

#eldarya #valkyon #valka #genetics #i an a man of science #eldarya erika #eldarya oc #genetic analysis

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magicalgirlfumiko · 8 months

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A Night in Rome

Far on the other side of the world stands the ancient city of Rome. Even there, the supernatural refuses to rest. For it is now feeding time…

Two Italian police officers rested their rifles on the side of the small residence that they were using for quarters. They gambled with what little money they had on hand. There was the thick smell of cigar and cheap booze filling the room. These were a golden gift that they were given by a young woman. These men felt that maybe for once they would be safe from whatever supposed monster that was dwelling in the city. They had no desire to be here in the first place anyways, there were always better things to waste their time on.

Bang Bang

The police didn't even bother to react. The mob was acting up again with the reports of monsters. Not their issue.

However, there was a noise that drew their attention in the almost empty halls. It sounded like wind blowing through a window. However, there were none present.

The two men then saw strange shadows move. Human instinct kicked in. The were being watched by something other than human.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Their hearts start pounding. They are hardened veterans of war and something is not right. Shadows move once again. The soldiers grab their rifles once again. They don’t know what is in their very room.

It is the vampire the Church has labeled Solomon.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“È così!?” One of them shouted.

All they heard was laughing. It will be the last memory they ever had.

Splat

“Fresh blood…..It has been far too long. That annoying little wolf keeps ruining my meals.”

A silver haired woman then smiled, as she picked up one of the policemen's’ absent head. The crimson blood dripped down the mouth of the woman, as she enjoyed her feast.

Meanwhile, Emma retained her focus on a magical girl with wolf. So many mysteries in terms of a magical girl being akin to a werewolf. This magical girl was something that interested Emma the most.

Emma was then going to speak….

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Tamara, the magical girl, then grabbed her chest. Something wasn’t right this night; a supernatural death had occurred. It felt as if her heart was on fire. Her fist clenched even tighter as Emma started to focus on her. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her eyes slowly changed from their deep blue, to a hue of yellow.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Exc---Excuse me…” Tamara mentioned as she more or less barged towards the doors. She nearly plowed several other Flowers off of their seat.

She was now in the halls. Her teeth were now clenching together. She had fled to conceal her feral nature from the Flowers. Her wish was to get revenge on the vampires that had drained her family. The faye that recruited her assumed the mind of a hunter was just the thing! It would make Tamara adorable and strong like a wolf!

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Her heart beat continued to increase. She stumbled on her feet, as if she were drunk. Her wolf senses were kicking in. The desire to protect her family. She could smell the vampires

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Pygmalion…You…”

Tamara was now breathing heavily. Her thoughts were all blurring together into one single thought: Destruction.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“HAHAHA! I WILL FIND YOUR CREATIONS, YOUR DAMNED VAMPIRES!”

Her heart sounded as if it was going to burst out of her chest. Then with a haunting laugh, she leapt from the ground level of the Flowers Headquarters under the silver light of the moon. Tamara was on the hunt…..

The night time air seemed to say at this time: “Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none.”

Thus another monkey's paw for one blessed by a miracle.

#muse: tamara #muse: emma #au: lady higanbana

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fortune-fool02 · 3 years

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A Chat

Karl Heisenberg x female reader

This is a tester to see if I can write for him well and to see how everyone thinks of it. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you.

Please enjoy.

Snow fell softly upon the land, the whispering, biting cold breeze dancing with grace in the air, pulling up dead leaves for once last dance before laying them to rest; rattling dry twigs and branches, the music for the breeze’s soft singing. Even the crows cawing added to the music, a song of nature.

A song that was often used to soothe a frightened heart, the sounds melting away the gnawing fear and heavy woes that could break backs and make tears flow freely, like a river almost. A song that was no longer the same for the village. Now tainted by the spill of blood, the snarls of monstrous, feral creatures of which the spilled blood was sourced from. Carrion laying in the streets, staining the paper-white snow red with crimson blood.

The distant screams of those who she once knew, those she once cared for as her own family, haunted her. All [Name] could do was pray for a quick, swift death for them as she listened from the balcony window of Castle Dimitrescu. A position that she had not had a choice in having, becoming a maid to Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters, but [Name] had no other choice if she wished to continue having her blood in her veins and air in her lungs, where it all belonged.

She stood still, holding the silver tray steadily as Lady Dimitrescu took the crimson wine from the tray.

“You are a good maid, [Name] [Surname]. I dare say one of the longest living for sure, as well as the most behaved.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke, more of an after-thought aloud than a direct compliment. Still, the [Hair colour] woman bowed her head in thanks before being dismissed and sent off elsewhere. She still had to bring the Duke his meal as well as clean Mistress Cassandra’s bed chambers of blood from her last meal.

As she entered the kitchen, she noticed that a bit of food was already prepared. A sandwich with a large bite taken out of it. None of them would eat like this, and [Name] had not had dinner herself yet.

“About time. Had to make my own food here.” [Name] turned her head towards the source of the voice and quickly lowered into a bow, trying to mask the growing dread of disappointing someone.

“I-I am so sorry, sir. I was s-” Her words were cut off by him,

“Hey, don’t screw around like that. I was pulling your leg.” Heisenberg spoke, a light playful tone in his voice as he walked back over, a glass of alcohol in hand, and continued to eat his meal. [Name] was no stranger to Heisenberg, nor the other two Lords and Mother Miranda herself, though she did not know them like Lady Dimitrescu or Heisenberg. Mainly because she was not allowed to attend any meetings or gatherings of theirs.

Heisenberg smiled lightly as he watched her straighten herself, dust herself off, and try to reclaim her calmness she lost a moment ago, taking note of the light shake in her form and the flecks of fear that radiated from her. Such a jumpy thing, always afraid of disappointing others, even before she was brought here.

“Is....Is there anything else you wish to have, Lord Heisenberg?” [Name] asked, [Eye colour] orbs looking at him as she waited for a response, an order. Thinking for a moment, he gave her a nod.

“Yes, actually. Come here.” She approached as told to, trying to maintain the respectful distance one should when in the presence of a Lord, though he motioned her closer still, until they were but centimetres away. She took the moment to examine him. His hat shadowing part of his face, the dark round glasses concealing his eyes. What colour were they? She did wonder such. He set his drink aside for a moment and brought his hand up, his skin lightly rough against her cheek but what else did someone expect with his work within his factory and love for mechanical creations? Light lingering scent of smoke and soot, followed by the odd smell of rusted metal, the same one would smell when entering a factory. Though, it was not really unpleasant, compared to the stench in the cellar and the....wine preparation area, this was a nice smell.

“Do me a favour, and keep living. I’d hate for you to go so soon.” A softness to his voice was something unheard of, even when he was relaxed. But also a trace of warning, not for what he would do but for if she were to disobey, the fate she would face at the hands of Lady Dimitrescu. Giving a small nod, she didn’t look away from him. His lips lifted lightly,

“Good girl.” He hummed, his thumb lightly brushing against her cheek before pulling away fully, taking another mouthful of his drink before carrying both the plate and glass out the kitchen. “See you later, kitten.”

[Name] watched him leave, her voice quiet but just audible, “U-Um, bye.” Slowly, her hand rose to where his was but a moment ago, fingers gently brushing against it. Of everything she had expected, that was not one of them.

#heisenberg #karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #re x reader #resident evil village #resident evil viii #re8 heisenberg #re8

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