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rs-hawk · 4 months

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An orc who wakes up one day to a shivering satyr? shenanigans ensue?

Orcs have always been known for their brutality. Satyrs for their docile nature. Everything that an Orc would snuff out if given the chance.

So, when the Orc woke up to the small creature, shivering and afraid, curled up beside him, he was confused. He prodded the thing away, and it just looked up at him with those dark, innocent eyes. He looked around, as if suddenly remembering why he has snuck inside the tent of a war driven creature.

“There were humans… I, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, but made no effort to move away. “I thought if they came for me, and saw you, they would leave me alone.”

The Orc smirked slightly, taking the chin of the small one in his large, calloused hands. He was so small. Cute. Defenseless. He could easily crush him with his bare hands. “And you think you’re safe with me?”

The Saytr’s lower lip trembled, and his tail twitched nervously. His ears pushed back, but he didn’t look away. “Safer than a human.”

The Orc laughed. His tusks teased the Saytr’s neck as he breathed in his scent. He groaned softly. How could a creature that never left the forest smell so sweet? His cock began to harden as he wondered how soft he must be. How warm his skin was giving him ideas of how warm his mouth, and more, must be.

The Saytr shivered again at the feeling of the Orc’s tusks, and couldn’t help but lean into him, the sharp tips digging into his fur. The intoxicated haze he usually lived under as a member of Dionysus’ entourage faded to nothing, leaving him sore and a bit tired, but he feels more like himself than he had in a long time.

Before either of them knew it, the Orc was on top of the Saytr. His hands roughed and calloused from war and a life of fighting, light and gentle against the fur of the smaller male under him. The Saytr let out a soft moan, arching towards him, his cock hardening excitedly.

It took a little while for the Orc to work the Saytr up. His fingers pushed down his throat, watching with hunger and awe as the goat man gagged and choked on them, his eyes rolling back into his head as he grinded against him. The Orc’s cock throbbed as he worked one, then two of his fingers inside the Saytr.

“Please, please,” he whined and moaned, clinging to him. “M-more.”

“You want more, Little One?” the Orc chuckled as he pumped his fingers inside of him faster, watching his cock dribble with precum.

The Saytr could only nod and whine in response, his eyes half lidded as he’s prepped and stretched open. Finally, the Orc slid his fingers out of him and replaced them with his cock. He had to move slowly, feeling him stretch around every thick inch. The Saytr moaned and clung to him, hiding his face in the Orc’s chest. Tears wet the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t stop begging for more. For him to bottom out inside of him. He couldn’t help but wanting everything he could give him.

Finally, painfully slowly, the Orc pushed inside of him fully. The Saytr had tears streaming down his face as he clung to him, his tail twitching as he tried to push back against him, as if asking for even more.

“Such a desperate Little One you are,” the Orc groaned as he watched him fuck himself back on his cock as his own was twitching and dribbling.

“I just-, it’s, you’re so,” the Saytr stammered, looking up at him as the Orc pulled his face away from his chest.

“You can use your words, can’t you?” he prodded, starting to thrust again, watching his eyes roll back into his head with every movement of his hips.

“You’re so good. So good. So good,” he whined, grabbing his hands where they held his small hips down to the makeshift bed.

He thrusted in and out of him, his movements becoming rougher, more erratic as his orgasm approached. As he got closer, he started to pump the Saytr’s cock, making him cry out in pleasure. He bucked his hips against his hand, babbling and begging.

“Cum for me then if you’re going to keep begging,” the Orc grunted in the Saytr’s ear, and that’s all it took to push him over the edge.

He clung to him as he finished, his cum coating the Orc’s large hand. He kept pumping slowly, making him whine and writhe under him. As he kept fucking him and teasing his cock, he suddenly rams inside of him. The Saytr cried out as he clung to the Orc, his cum being pushed deeply inside of him, but still leaking out from how much of it there was.

Even after cumming, the Orc rocked his hips against him, letting him feel his softening cock before he finally pulled out. The Saytr reached for his neck weakly, and the Orc let his weak little companion draw him towards him, sharing their first messy and passionate kiss.

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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Limits of a Fae Heart - six

Pairings: Azriel x Reader

Summary: With war looming over their heads, the Inner Circle is desperate for a solution. The one they found comes in the form of a resurrected female who’s fated to not only their Shadowsinger but once to their enemy as well.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: cursing, blood, gore, fighting and war canon level violence, detailed emotional description of torture. Reader is tortured but the description is more focused on her emotional state rather than the physical actions. The king makes an appearance so that’s a whole warning in itself.

One | two | three | four | five

A/n: I did things a little differently for the final part and the last half of this is in Azriel’s pov. It’s marked with his name as the heading so it’s clear when it switches!

taglist: @isa1b2h3 @dr4g0ngirl @sidthedollface2 @p4ndawrites

Time stands still.

The minutes cease to pass and the hours come to a halt.

The light of day fails to pass through the barred windows, blanketing this cell in darkness.

The places shadows may have danced are nothing but voids of that same darkness.

Night and day bleed together with no marker of the passage of time that occurs.

Food comes at irregular times to prevent me from gaining a sense of time.

Time stands still after what feels like a millennia of isolation and solitude.

The King made his presence within hours of Azriel and I drifting to sleep. He called for me from the war camp and beckoned me to him as he waited for me with a cruel smile. Taunting words and terrifying threats were thrown at me but none shook me to my corner than the sight of seven Ravens converging upon the tent where Azriel slept. Whatever magic the king had used to hide himself from us extended to his warriors, rendering Azriel defenseless as he slept completely unaware of the dangers that lurked around him. The bond begged me to wake him, warn him at all but I pushed it down and forced it to be silent as I faced the king. Any attempt to wake my sleeping mate would ultimately lead to his brutal torture and death.

The king glowered at me as he watched me try to scramble a plan together but seemingly to no avail. The shadows that had bound me the night before followed me and anxiously waited for me to give them a command in the treeline behind me. As the king told me of his plans to take Prythian by siege, I sent the shadows away and told them to hide until we left. They cried and writhed from their place in the trees but didn’t rush towards me.

“Tell him that everything will be okay. Tell him to not worry about me. Tell him everything you hear now and take him back to Velaris. Make sure that Rhysand gets the information he needs and keep Azriel safe. Do not let him come for me; matter what he does or says, do not let him come for me,” I’d whispered to the distressed creatures and they listened. Their cries of agony and anguish could be heard for miles but they listened to me and did not find their singer until the King took me back to Hybern.

Now it is here in Hybern that I’m facing the consequences of my actions; the effects of allowing myself to feel anything other than suffering. With my arms held up by chains and my wings outstretched in a painful way, having been bolted to the ceiling above, I'm forced to kneel on the unforgiving stone floor of my cell. Whatever blood that coursed through my veins seems to become solid as it has stopped leaking from my wounds. My breathing is so swallow and soft that anyone passing by would assume that my body was left up as a warning to all other prisoners.

However those who know better, those who know what other signs of life to watch for, don’t dare to come any closer to me, the beast of his own making.

A male appears at the entrance of the cell with a disgusted look on her pale features. Moving as he is one with the air, he flicks his wrist and the gates unlock before he steps into the cell. The smell makes him wrinkle his nose and hold his head higher to block out any stench. As if you escape the stench of death and blood in a place like this.

I'm at the center of the room, unmoving but chuckle lightly when I sense that he’s near.

“Come to torture me some more?” I ask.

The King of Hybern sneers at me for speaking to him and with another flick of his wrist, I groan out in pain. My body tenses from the pain that was inflicted upon it but aside from the low groan, I make no other indication that his actions harmed me.

“I need answers.”

“Ask and I’ll decide if I’m feeling generous today.”

He stalks around me, ducking under my massive wings, dragging a sharp blade nail down the sensitive and aching muscles. Once again I can’t react even though we both know that the pain threatens to take my consciousness.

“That little Shadowsinger has ruined you,” he sneers again as he finishes his predatory circles and kneels down to get a better look at my face. “He’s made you think that you have any value outside of being my little spy.”

I lift my head only enough to lock eyes with him, my irises flickering with rebellion and hatred as I speak, “I’m not your spy anymore. I haven’t been for years now otherwise you wouldn’t be pulling risky moves trying to one up a pompous High Lord and his band of friends.”

The king cuts me off with a dagger through one of my wings but I only howl out in laughter, throwing my head back to fully reveal my face to the guards at the entrance. They shrink back when they see my face covered in dirt and caked in blood. My features are severe and sharp thanks to the thick layer of filth but achingly beautiful nonetheless. Arched brows raise at the King’s frustration and a laugh ghosts on my lips. My flaming eyes never leave his as I smirk at the attempt to hurt me and gather information.

“Do not speak to me like I’m some foul beast.”

My voice is harsh but soft, calm but chaotic, dark but light as I speak, “The only foul thing that I know of is you, the Failed King of Hybern. Or do you simply prefer your highness now? I’m not privy to the gossip of the world anymore.”

The King pulls a face of coldness and stone the moment I start speaking again but it falters at the last name that I call him. His eyes flicker with disgust as he poses his own question, “Who are you to demean and belittle me for my actions? Have you forgotten that you were…”

A smirk widens across my face as I cut him off, “There will come a day when all those you have come to trust will turn on you and you will be forced to become the male you truly are. And when that day comes, I will happily watch you burn the world you’ve come to love.”

Death hadn’t been a sweet release from the torment I lived through under the King’s violent rule nor in the arms of a male I thought I loved more than myself. Instead I spent years in limbo on my island, never fully dying but never fully living. The only reprieve I’ve found in it all is the fact that I can’t feel the bond to the king anymore. There is nothing where that jagged line used to be and it’s been silent in my head where he used to torment me day in and day out.

However it’s rather short lived.

Now as I’ve been brought back, life is proving to be just as painful as before. What little peace and joy I’d thought I’d found was destroyed when the king took me. I don’t know how long it’s been but I’ve felt nothing but my own suffering and Azriel’s through the bond. Every second of every day I feel his despair as he searches for me, tugging at our thread in attempts to reach me. I feel his disappointment and heartbreak when I don’t respond, when I can’t respond. Not a moment goes by in this cell where I don’t feel every single step he takes towards a complete downward spiral.

A downward spiral of my own is fast approaching as I awake to the sounds of battle surrounding me. Fallen warriors scream from their lethal wounds while monsters created by dark magic laugh as they devour all around them. A female’s earth shattering scream follows the sound of bones cracking. I snap my head to the side where I see Nesta holding a broken Cassian while the King looms over them. He turns to look where the Ravens deposited me in a heap of torn flesh and weeping wounds.

“Come,” he beckons to me and I feel the sharp teeth of his naga hounds sink into my wings and drag me towards him.

Nesta’s eyes are wide with panic as she looks between Cassian and me but she hardens her face and stares at the king.

The hounds halt with a jarring tear to my wings and I let out a shaky cry. One comes to stand before me, holding eye contact with me as it just stands there. I have half a mind to tug on my bun but something tells me that it wouldn’t work. The hound lets its jaw drop as a deathlike scream rips from it and through the still tense air around us.

The call of inevitable death.

This is the long awaited end that I thought would never come and I can’t help but welcome it.

I’m tired.

So tired.

There is only so much of myself I could’ve given and I reached my limit the day that the king left me on that island. I reached that limit years ago and now I welcome the release even if by the jaws of a naganound. What a sweet release it would be to allow myself this one peace, a peace that no one can take from me now.

The hound shutters while several more start to circle me. I can feel their eyes boring into me, begging their master to give them the command so they can attack finally. They grunt and growl at me. Their unspoken message is the same as the one that sings from my heart:

Give in. Give up. Let it take you. Give in. Give up. Let it take you. Give in. Give up. Let it take you.

I don’t see the king give the command until they descend upon me like starving wolves who haven’t eaten a good meal in months.

I barely feel their teeth or their claws as they rip and tear at my body. Like true servants of the king, they attack my wings first and shred at the membranous limbs. My vision becomes blurry as tears fill my eyes. Agonizing pain radiates from my back and threatens to crush me but I don’t move. My pulse races even though I tell it to calm down. It’s half panicked, half confused but knowing all the same. I can’t stop this.

Nesta and Cassian can’t help either. Azriel…

Sweet sweet Azriel.

He is nowhere to be seen and I thank whatever gods and goddess that are listening that he isn’t here.

My ears fill with the sounds of tearing flesh and the squelch of blood while an endless sleep begs for me to close my eyes. My head feels light, everything around me starting to spin and darken. A feeling of nausea creeps up as the coppery smell of my blood invades my nose.

I let them tear my wings from my body no matter how much pain it brings me. I had loved them, cared for them, and protected them my entire life. They’ve been my prized possession for so long, a symbol of the strength that I’ve created and wielded. A symbol of my strength and mine alone. I hated them at first because of who wanted to take advantage of them but as I learned to exist with them, I learned to carry them with pride. I never forgot that it was my wings that landed me in the clutches of the king but there is a dignity in creating good out of evil and I had done that with them. I had created good with these wings no matter how evil others wanted them to be.

A weight is dropped from my back and I hear two thuds in the mud around me. The nagahounds stop their assault on me once my wings hit the ground and move their attention to them. Every breath I take, albeit ragged and shallow, sends waves of throbbing pain through my back and chest. It’s exhausting and I feel truly sick as I watch them play with my wings like they’re toys. Sweat is pouring from my forehead, my hands are clammy and trembling and my teeth are gritted. For a second I consider listening to my body which is telling me to let go, to give up and fall in the arms of that endless sleep. I take a deep breath, then another and then another. It becomes harder and harder to swallow the pain, to ignore the sensations and the voices soothing me to sleep.

So I stop fighting it and allow it to take me.

A state of calm returns to my mind and a warmth washes over me. I drop my head into the mud and it threatens to drown me but my inner peace won’t let me care. With hooded eyes, I stare as the nagahounds continue to tear my wings apart.

I feel nothing.

After what seems like forever, I hear the muffled sounds of those deathlike screams and someone calling my name. The voice calling my name begs for me to keep my eyes open and stay with them.

It’s useless to call me back from the brink of death but this voice does it nonetheless. Strong arms lift me and I’m cradled against an equally strong and blazing warm chest. A gentle wave of cedar and chilled mist scent washes over me as I let my heavy head rest between their jaw and shoulder. Whispered gilded words of reassurance take the place of the sounds of my wing’s destruction. My eyes flutter closed as I let myself find another peace in the embrace of these familiar arms. I barely feel us winnow from the battlefield before everything fades to black.

Azriel

What the fuck did that bastard do?

What could have possessed him to do this to her? To my mate?

Her rapidly cooling forehead against my neck feels like a blade slicing through my skin and it takes everything in me to not winnow back to the battlefield and slaughter the king.

Her breathing is slow, too slow and her pulse is so weak. Fear grips my insides as I winnow us into the Town House. I almost crumble to my knees when I’m wrapped in the familiar scent of my home and it gently whispers to me “you’re safe. Rest easy now.”

“Madja!” I shout into the air, hoping that the healer remained here. Madja peaks her head out of the sitting room and curses under her breath before disappearing back into the sitting room.

“Azriel,” she calls appears at the doorway, waving me in. As soon as I enter the room, she orders me to set y/n face down on one of the couches and hands me a pair of scissors to cut away the rest of her shirt. The scissors tremble in my hand as I gingerly cut at the bloody fabric and expose the mess of torn flesh and muscle. The healer glances at my shaking hands and puts hers on them, stopping them for a moment. Gentle brown eyes watch my chest rise and fall rapidly and her brows furrow even more.

“If this is too much, I can call someone else,” she tells me in her ever soothing tone.

I shake my head, strands of hair falling into my and add to the wild look I no doubt have about me. She doesn’t seem to want me there anymore but she permits me to stay and takes the scissors.

“Fetch me a basin with fresh water and a cloth please.”

She’s giving me a task so I don’t become frozen in shock. It fails the moment my hands are emptied. With nothing to ground me to this reality, all I can do is stand there and stare at y/n’s back where her wings once stood tall and proud. Her usual comforting cent is fading around us. Her aura is cooling. Her breathing is even slower. Her pulse is too weak for me to hear.

It’s all fading.

She is fading.

Madja gives the task to the town house instead and instructs me to sit. A chair appears behind me and with a flick of her wrist, she urges me to sit. I do. Fall more like it though.

I’d been cutting down several Ravens when I felt her side of the bond awaken again. The wall that had been separating us for weeks now came crumbling down and I was hit with every ounce of emotion that had been kept from me. Being hit with weeks worth of her suffering and yearning to be home nearly dropped me to my knees. I’d sent my shadows out to find her and within moments, I was on my knees in front of her with tears in my eyes.

Even alone Madja makes quick work of cleaning and bandaging the base of her torn wings. Once satisfied with her work, she moves on to the smaller but no less significant claw and teeth marks. My shadows nuzzle against me, making soft whining noise and distracting me from the wreckage of flesh before me. I drop my forearms to my thighs and let the shadows wrap themselves around me. Their embrace is the closest to a hug they can give me but I’ll take it.

“Is she alive?” I find myself asking before I realize it.

Madja looks at me with raised brows, “You can hear her heartbeat can’t you?”

I barely spare her a glance from beneath my lashes.

Thump thump.

I can hear it. It’s faint but I can hear it.

“Azriel,” Madja starts, “she’s lost a lot of blood. Her wings were quite literally torn from her body, there’s no telling the true extent of her injuries just yet.”

I lift my head with tears pricking my eyes and her tone softens. “But she’s alive. She will have a lengthy recovery ahead of her but she’s alive and most importantly she has you to thank for that.”

My jaw tightens and I bring a hand to rub at the taunt muscles. Flicks of blood paint the tan skin of my hand but I ignore them.

“I didn’t do anything. I let her be taken and held prisoner for weeks.”

Madja sighs and stills for a moment. She simply stares down at the unconscious Fae on the couch. “There was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it and you know that. Do not commend yourself for things that you had no control over.”

A small gasp muffled by couch cushions draws all of our attention as she dips down to look at y/n’s face.

“Easy,” Madja mutters to her as she places a soft hand on the back of her head, “don’t try to move or you’ll hurt yourself more. You’re in Velaris and safe now.”

My shadows skitter around me and beg to go to my mate. I don’t let them and wait for Madja’s signal. She asks her if she would like to go to her room and there’s a weak but clear reply.

“Where is Azriel?”

Madja’s brown eyes flicker to me and she nods so I stand and walk on unsure legs to kneel before y/n. Even through the dirt and blood, this female is beautiful beyond compare and she’s looking at me like I’ve hung the moon and stars just for her.

“Azriel,” she whispers as tears start to fall and tentatively reaches a hand out to touch my face. It causes her a great deal of pain and she winces before dropping it and settling on grabbing my hand instead.

“I’m sorry. I'm so sorry,” I find myself repeating over and over again as I brush back her hair and squeeze her hand so tightly it might break.

She smiles at me in a way that completes me but also destroys me. I let all of this happen to her and yet she’s still happy to see me. “It’s not your fault,” she tells me. “You couldn’t have stopped me and I didn’t want you to.”

I want to ask her how it all happened, how did the king manage to take her that morning at the war camp but I can’t find the words. None of it seems to matter now that she’s here and he’s gone.

“Is he..is he dead?” She asks in that small, broken voice.

I nod and the sobs finally break free from her. Against my better judgment as well as Madja’s, I help her to sit up and pull her into my arms, careful to not touch her wounds. I guide her into my chest with a hand in her hair and another around her waist, gripping her thigh as she clings to me and sobs. Relief washes over me both my own and through the bond. My cheek comes to rest on her head as she hides her face in between my collar and jaw.

I’ve come to realize that in all of my 500 years, I’ve never known comfort and safety like I do now. Quite frankly I don’t know much at all but none of that matters when my mate, my sweet girl, my y/n is in my arms.

#limits of a fae heart az x reader #az imagine #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #azriel acotar #az x reader #a court of thorns and roses

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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I am... Desperately waiting for chapter 9, no pressure, but I read the last two back to back and I gripping my sheets in anticipation. I was expecting to read that Ghost had a similar experience with his father, but then you threw me from the chopper with no parachute and no warning. Like holy fuck. Also he seemed... Upset that he Price was happy to make the Omega happy and get her what she likes.. is it because he was having difficulties moving past his trauma and nightmares as well?

If I had a way to just plug my brain into the computer and turn the images in my head into 7k words with little to no effort I would do it, believe me 😭

I mean, you're not entirely wrong. I'm using OG Ghost's backstory for this one too, like a lot of writers do, so that's definitely going to come into play later as well when reader starts revealing more and more of her backstory later on.

See, here's the thing. Ghost and death are best friends, right? They follow each other like shadows. Ghost has seen many, many people die and he has killed many himself, a lot of which were probably omegas that got caught in the crossfire. So you'd think some nameless omega getting shot in front of him wouldn't stick with him like that. Like yeah, that's pretty brutal for his first mission, but he's done far worse things since then. So, something like that shouldn't bother him.

Until, suddenly there's an omega being added to their pack. There's an unwanted dynamic being forced upon all of them and he's, of course, the least happy about it. They don't need some weak, mindless omega. They don't need a loose end, a vulnerability.

Then this omega shows up, and obviously something's off from the start. There's things not adding up, things not quite right with the omega and the situation. Suddenly this omega isn't some mindless subservient creature, it's a real person with a name and a face and he's sitting there watching his beta and Gaz and his Captain slowly fall for this thing that none of them had wanted. I mean, Price was fighting adding an omega for months before he was finally told no, you're getting one because the higher-ups said so.

So now, suddenly, there's this real, tangible thing in front of him. He's watching his beta slowly develop feelings for this omega and now he wants to pursue a bond with the omega and that's something Ghost will have to put up with, because of course he's not going to tell Johnny he can't. There's this real thing in their lives that would destroy each of them if something happened to it. He'd be forced to watch his pack, the only people he cares about in the world, fall apart if this thing was ever taken from them.

Now this nameless omega is beginning to take form in his dreams again. He's being haunted by something that happened probably fifteen years ago, something that had been lost in a haze of blood and violence. This omega that he couldn't save suddenly begins to have a face and a name, it's becoming real, something he can see, something he can lose.

The faceless omega has become the reader.

There's a real fear there now. Their lives are dangerous. They have enemies. If someone found out about the omega, it would be so easy to distract them, to tear them apart from the inside. He's scared for the first time in a long time because now there's something to lose. Something innocent and free from the bloodshed of their jobs, of their lives. Losing a member of the pack is something they all had to come to terms with. Any mission could be their last, they could die at any moment and that's something they've all had to accept. They were fine with that, they understood. It's part of the lifestyle. It's what they agreed to when they signed their names on the sheet of paper.

Now there's an omega.

Defenseless, blind to the true dangers of their lives, naive to the real horrors they're capable of. The omega didn't have a choice in this. If one of them doesn't return, then that's just the dangers of the job. If their omega is gone?

It will destroy all of them.

Well...that turned into way more than I expected but damn that felt good to finally say. Lord that's what I've been holding in ever since chapter 1 when y'all were asking "what about Ghost??" "What's Ghost's deal?" "What's going to happen to Ghost?" I've been sitting on this. I've been holding it in for so long you have no idea how good that was to finally put into words.

Obviously there's more and things will slowly get uncovered as the story goes on, but yeah. This...this is what that last little part of Chapter 8 means. This is really what Ghost was saying when he told the reader about his nightmares, about what happened to that omega he didn't even know the name of, the one he couldn't save.

It was never about some omega, it's always been the reader.

#damn this was good #idk where this stuff comes from #just words bouncing around in my brain like the DVD screensaver and occasionally stuff like this happens when it hits a corner perfectly #answered #crcb lore

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an-angels-fury · 2 months

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You Can Find Me in the Space Between

Peter was the Sun, as magnificent as the title he had been given for so many centuries. His entire being was sculpted by the most radiant and divine light any mortal had ever witnessed. His hair was golden and perfectly decorated his head like a laurel crown. Anyone who dared to look deep into his eyes would find the clear blue vastness of the skies and feel their soul floating towards infinity. Whenever he got up in the morning, flowers would bloom to bid him good morning and even the strongest and most imposing oaks would bow before his presence. His smile brought warmth and life to any room and his heart overflowed with the deepest, all-consuming love for even the smallest creatures.

Caspian was the Moon, living his entire life in darkness, with only the stars to keep him company and encourage him to dream. His long black hair fell over his face like a veil of night and mystery, hiding the mesmerizing shadows that danced around his eyes. His magical fingers drew constellations in the sky and everything he touched became bathed in silver. He had an adventurous and free spirit, fearless enough to tame the stormiest oceans and lead lost navigators toward their destiny.

Both kings could not be more different. But at the same time, they needed each other desperately, as if there was an invisible chain that connected them. Only Peter was able to control Caspian's swinging moods, understanding his different phases and finding something new and charming in each of them. It was because of the blond boy that the young Telmarine was able to guide the desperate and defenseless through the dark times that were approaching. It was Peter who made Caspian shine, his light reflecting on Caspian's skin that made the other boy feel so beautiful, unique and special.

Caspian, on the other hand, was the only one who could calm the dragon that was Peter's wild soul, preventing the fire that was breathed through his veins from swallowing him alive when the burdens of the world became too heavy to be carried entirely on his shoulders, in torturous silence. Caspian only wished he could take all that weight to himself, or at least ask to the High King to let him carry part of it, just so the other boy could find some space to breath again, even if only for a while. They were each other's hope when they both felt uncertain, scared and alone.

However, just like the Sun and the Moon, they were destined to be torn apart as quickly as they met, for they did not belong to the same world. So close... and yet so far away. In the end, all they could do was say goodbye and keep the silent promise that the two would always love each other, waiting with patient hearts for the day of the next eclipse, when they would finally share the same sky again.

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meguwumibear · 9 months

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a continuation of this piece tw vampire!sukuna, biting, blood, mild violence, brief descriptions of injury, implied dubcon/noncon, and as always let me know if ive missed anything!

The first bite is a warning.

The creature—Sukuna, he’ll tell you later—has whisked you away to his home or rather to his nest. To the beast’s credit, he had style. And money. Or at the very least he had the power to take whatever his still heart desired. Including this gaudy mansion. Including you.

He thinks you should be grateful. He could have sunk his teeth into you in that dingy, dirty alleyway. He could have bled you dry while he had you pressed against that dilapidating brick wall. But, determined not to disappoint you, he’d taken you home instead. He’ll fuck you in every room in his mansion twice before he lets you die. Maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointed then.

You haven’t stopped fighting him. It’s amusing really, that you think your cute little fingernails can do any real damage. Tomorrow maybe he’ll rip them from you one by one so that you are nothing but a weak, defenseless sack of cartilage. Tonight however, he savors each and every bite.

By the time he’s pinning your wrists to the mattress—another thing you should be thankful for really; you’re not only in his home, but in his well kept bed—your fingers and covered in his blood: all ten digits wet and cherry red from the substance. He vaguely worries about the silk sheets the two of you are about to ruin, but hey, he can always just steal more.

The first bite is a warning, but it draws blood.

You try your best not to whimper, so the resulting sound is a cross between a yelp and a hiss. His fangs may be razor sharp but they sting when they pierce the flesh of your neck. The blood that bubbles reluctantly to the surface is thick and metallic. Sukuna wastes no time pressing his tongue against the wound to stymie the flow. He’s reward with the bitter coppery taste of you.

He’s going to kill you slowly…if he kills you a all. He could keep you around for a year or two, teetering between this world and the next. Fatigued and half mad from blood loss. Desperate to die but unable to as he nurses you back to health only to drain you again and again and again.

The two hands not securing your wrists have your hips pinned to the mattress. He lets you struggle beneath him for a while, enjoying the way your body jerks around, back arching, veins puckering and straining against your vain, hopeless efforts to free yourself from his clutches. You’ll tire yourself out eventually. They always do.

The second bite is cruel.

He’s worked up quite an appetite watching you squirm. The bite is sudden and quick. Two needle-like fangs sink deep into your jugular, and this time you scream as he carelessly opens you up for him. Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. When the first one falls, he wipes it away with a thumb.

You tense under the pressure. Muscles tightening in both pain and fear as he feasts on you. The sensation of being fed on is unnatural. After the initial bit of blood is pumped out of your body, the stream slows to a trickle, trying and failing to clot. Sukuna has to suck hard around the opened vein to keep his mouth full of your lifeblood.

In some stories, a vampire bite is accompanied with a release of venom into the human’s body. The toxins are supposed to make the human calmer, more receptive to the feeding. It’s supposed to dull the senses. Lessen the ache. The sensation should become enjoyable, even. Blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. Making the human want more.

If vampires actually possess such a venom, Sukuna has no intention of using it on you now. There’s no pleasure or high to accompany the hurt. Just the burn of your blood’s unnatural path. Sucked out of your body instead of pumped through it.

It doesn’t take long for your body to register the loss. Your mouth begins to dry and your head begins to throb, telltale signs that the monster before you cares not if you live or die. You try to take deep breaths as your vision begins to go fade.

“Aw, tapping out already, sweetheart?” Sukuna coos, nosing at your no doubt bruising neck. “Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. Shame the same can’t be said of you.”

He can feel your pulse weakening. If he doesn’t stop now, you won’t make it through the night.

“I-” you pant, breathless from blood loss, “I expected nothing more than this from you. It’s still me who’s disappointed in the end.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The monster on top of you snarls as his grip tightens. There’s a searing white pain in your arm followed by a disembodied crack. Vaguely, your brain registers that Sukuna has broken your wrist. Both of them.

In pain and in tears; humans never look more beautiful. Sukuna watches sob after sob wreck your body. He licks at the crystalline drops that spill from your eyes savoring the salt of them. His own tear ducts are no longer capable of producing the substance. A part of being human he doesn’t miss.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. Your mouth is open, inviting as you cry, and he can’t help but stuff two of his long clawed fingers into it and rub them along your flat, omnivorous teeth.

Your face scrunches in disgust at the invasion. You visibly gag around the digits as he slips them further into your hot mouth, fingering the bumpy muscle of your tongue with the pads of his too cold fingers. The difference in your body temperatures is another dead give away that Sukuna is something more than dead but less than alive.

As the drool begins to dribble down the corners of your mouth, he arches an eyebrow at you as if to ask just what you’re going to do about the intrusion. And in response,

You bite.

#i have vampires on the brain #irl bestie is live texting me her thoughts on true blood #i think it's time for a rewatch #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #tw blood #tw injury #tw noncon #<- to be safe #but i should stress nothing beyond biting happens in this #though the biting is nonconsensual so

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rawmeknockout · 7 months

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Can I get Kaon DJD finding out his new human pet gets off on being called derogatory terms for organics? Or really just verbally degraded in general

As ironic as it sounds, there is something all-seeing about your new ‘owner’ Kaon. Not in a godly sense, but in a paternal sense. Having him find out your secrets and ticks feels like getting caught with your hand in the metaphorical cookie jar. What’s worse is the completely unaffected way he’ll point things out to you. Things you’ve been well-aware of since birth, some things you never thought to examine about yourself. At first, it felt like the children who would pick on you on the playground. Pointing out your obvious differences; obvious to them, at least. You had regarded Kaon as a domineering bully.

Now you see there is something cloying about his behavior. He watches over you like it’s his duty, his responsibility. You are his to look after and take care of, and he’s desperate for something to take care of. The other mechs he ‘hangs around with’ don’t seem half as congenial as Kaon. Perhaps, if the scales were evened, you could learn to appreciate his demeanor. But you’re just a pet, a lesser being to be looked after. Tolerated. Entertained.

When you met, crawling out from the wreckage of your previous owner’s escape shuttle just to come face to pede with him, you could practically feel the pity dripping from his eyeless expression. You were a poor, defenseless creature and Kaon: your put-upon savior. You remember, stomach coiling uncomfortably, how he held you in his servos and cooed sympathetic Neocybex at you, shielding you from the judgemental view of his colleagues.

He’s your weary guardian, the only person in the whole Universe who is looking after you, which is why it should be unsurprising when he points out your arousal when he calls you his fleshy or fleshling. Your head snaps up to face him, Kaon looking at you with a pleasant, mild smile like he just said your hair looks nice, and not that you get horny over his degradation. You both sit, staring at each other, neither speaking a word. Excuses bubble up in your throat, unwilling to break the silence of his habsuite.

"Even when Tarn talks down about you while you're in the room, you tickle my field with your feeble organic charge. It's cute." It's impossible to tell if he's patronizing you on purpose or if it's his usual flippancy towards your sentience. The curiosity of where this will lead mixes with the nauseating shame of being laid bare. You wish the shuttle crash had killed you along with your previous 'owner'. At least she saw you as simply a pet. A stupid animal. Kaon has always been far too intense about his care for you.

Perhaps it's always been culminating in this moment, you feel his opticless sockets bore into you. He can't undress you with his eyes, not in the traditional sense. This feels much more intimate. Much more wicked.

"If I have been neglecting your needs, all you must do is ask."

#asks #txt #valveplug #smut #transformers #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers idw #tf idw #transformers mtmte #tf mtmte #kaon #tf kaon #mtmte kaon #idw kaon

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Assassin's Last Breath

Only one of them will leave the garden alive. Another's heart will water the plants

Terra, a young Nigerian woman who escaped trouble life as an assassin, was tending to her garden. She escaped from a ruthless mafia, from which she is currently hiding. Still, she knew that they would be looking to silence her for good.

Terra was walking around her house to her garden when she heard something… footsteps behind her. a sense of danger washed over her, and she halted. The faint footsteps drew closer, reaching her ears from behind.

With a swift pivot, Terra pressed herself against the cool, rough bricks of her wall, her chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths.

The intruder turned the corner—a pale woman with blonde hair, scantily clad, exuding a sense of innocence had she not been holding a suppressed pistol in front of her. The woman's icy blue eyes locked onto Terra's with a sense of surprise.

Terra’s hand, dark against the other woman's fair skin, snatched at the gun with viper-like speed, wrenching it free with reflexes honed by her past. A well-placed kick behind the knee sent the assassin tumbling to the ground, a gasp escaping her lips.

Terra was upon her in an instant, straddling the fallen woman with the authority of a queen claiming her throne. She pressed the cold metal of the suppressor against the trembling assassin's chest. Beneath her palm, she felt the intensity of the woman’s terror—the powerful beat of a heart racing in the midst of its downfall.

Each breath a desperate bid for life, fear and regret flush on her pallid skin. A strange high filled Terra’s mind, a rush of power fueled by the pathetic flinching mess of a woman beneath her, begging for pity she knew she didn’t deserve. “Please! I’m sorry!” the woman yelped “That’s pretty obvious.” Terra replied

Terra watched the pulsing of the woman’s arteries, in her porcelain, nearly translucent skin. She could feel the desperate splaying of the woman’s ribs between her knees. A shame such a creature found herself in this life. There was a beauty in the terror that glazed the assassin's eyes—a beauty Terra had never known she would appreciate until this moment of control.

Terra knew she had to end it, and she would savor every second. She trailed the barrel of the gun across the assassin's chest, sliding over the rise of breasts, down the valley between them. The obedient girl stayed frozen, her silent pleas for mercy ignored.

Terra's gaze shimmered with a cruel gleam, satisfied by the obedience, yet not enough. The barrel of the gun now centered over her left lung. Terra squeezed the trigger. The muffled pop of the gunshot reverberated through the garden. The assassin's body jolted.

Terra felt the heartbeat flutter desperately under her palm, a drumbeat out of sync in the throes of its final dance. The woman’s chest heaved pathetically now with a soft sucking sound beneath the gun’s barrel growing fainter as the useless lung deflated in its cavity.

Slowly, Terra shifted the gun across the centerline of the woman's chest, teasing it over her heart before it rested above the opposite lung. She watched, fascinated, as every exasperated inhalation lifted the assassin's chest.

"That sounded nice, let's hear it again," Terra cooed as the woman shook her head in a futile attempt to disagree. "Sing for me."

The trigger yielded to her touch once more, another muffled pop and a jerk from the woman’s body affirming her success, another chorus of ragged breaths as the other lung deflated. Terra leaned closer, her senses alight with the scent of fear-slicked skin and the dribble of blood.

The assassin’s once lively features now distorted by an agonizing struggle to keep conscious. Yet, all she could do was lie there, vulnerable and defenseless as a wounded doe caught in the jaws of a merciless predator. Her every breath was a desperate plea for life, each one more pitiful than the last.

Terra's gaze locked onto the assassin's eyes, watching as the woman fought for each useless breath, her chest heaving in increasing futility. And yet this pathetic, broken life continued its amusing little dance. The woman’s heart pounded its hardest in a desperate bid for dwindling oxygen. Her toy had not yet stopped working and she was going to enjoy pushing its limits.

With calculated grace, she repositioned the cold muzzle of the gun, pressing it firmly against the frantic drumming beneath the assassin's breastbone. The heart's wild tempo beat against the suppressor, the last functioning flow of vitality fueling those delicate trembles and meaningless breaths. Terra felt the pulsing life through the metal, the vibrations connecting her to the moment of ultimate control.

The trigger gave way under her finger, and the assassin's heart shuddered beneath the impact. A crimson bloom painted the pale canvas of her skin, a perverse flower unfurling with each weakening throb. Blood, hot and vital, gushed forth in spurts that mirrored the erratic cadence of a heart realizing its own demise.

In the assassin's eyes, Terra saw the dawning recognition of mortality, the helplessness of a creature couldn’t even choose to fight for its life. She watched, entranced, as the woman clung to existence with sheer will, every beat a testament to her determination not to yield.

Yet Terra's amusement was not sated. Even as the woman’s eyes glazed over, her body continued to squirm, her chest still rising, mouth moving in a silent plea for help. Terra’s hand, steady and unyielding, guided the gun lower, tracing the contours of the woman's supple little abdomen with a lover's familiarity. Each shot that followed was an act of intimate destruction, the bullets tearing through organs and spirit alike.

And with each pull of the trigger, Terra felt the assassin's struggle wane, her breaths became shallower, her resistance crumbling. The once strong body now quivered weakly, each movement a whispered plea for mercy that would not come.

Finally, the last remnants of breath left the assassin's body.

Terra exhaled deeply, the thrill of the kill still humming through her veins, an echo of the heartbeats that had resonated beneath her touch. With a lingering look at the motionless form before her, she wondered if she had ever really left her old job.

#tw death #bad ending #ryona #gun play #cardiophilia #dark cardiophilia #shot heart #prolonged death

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overtaken-stream · 8 months

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Begging for more king the wildfire smut like groveling and sobbing

I'm tearing my hair out bc I have no motivation to do anything besides play genshin and lvl up Wanderer (I am still in Inazuma and had only one interaction with the said man). Also don't think too much about what readers going to wear after this bath, I have no idea. AND THANKS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS GUYS!🥹🥹🥹

Yandere!King The Wildfire x Reader Pt3

! !NSFW! !

Warnings: female reader, invasion of privacy, non-con, bathroom, grief(???).

EVERYTHING IS FICTIONAL! I don't support these actions IRL!

The water felt suffocating against your skin, it felt heavy with the remnants of your old isle, the home you'd grown up in nothing but ash at this point, stuck onto your garb long forgotten on the stainless vanity.

The claustrophobic feeling continued to claw up on your sides as you scrubbed your skin under the watchful eye of your captor, the sponge dug into you, leaving scratch marks in its wake, and the rough exterior failed to bring you the feeling of cleansing you desperately needed, the raw burn marks on the skin made you even more anxious in the face of a monster, who used the same instruments to ruthlessly mutilate the innocent lives, whether or not you knew them didn't matter, their soulless eyes that begged for help still followed you, who saw them every time you close your eyes.

He was the same, whether or not he was under the same roof, the walls had his eyes, his ears, and the haunting aura, even as he sat just a couple of feet away from you, outside the bathtub, his eyes pierced your defenseless self until you could feel every shift they'd make, over your hips, hair and back they'd travel, sizing you up while your hands shook under the warm and dirty water, how could he... How could he humiliate you to such an extent?

(you wish you had a power of some kind, to deny him and get out of his iron grip, let alone the entire ship. His eyes looked down on you as he pulled your stubborn body into the bathroom, with one command.

``Wash up.``

What words could get through a man, a creature that merciless?)

You flinched at every move from him, your every scrub and burn did not relieve the shame and guilt that came from your spare time thoughts, even as you bled from the scrubbing, your people had it worse, so why, why did he drag you into it? what did he drag you into. What could you have possibly done to get the attention of this beast? You already have an answer, Nothing.

The dense atmosphere clogged your thought processes as you sat in the water that lost its heat. Looking down at your reflection, he continued to monitor you. You hated him, you hated how he started at you like a creature whose existence he couldn't comprehend, eyeing you like an animal with an unknown glint swimming in his blood-colored eyes, almost like he was trying to dissect a metaphor set in stone.

You could only bite your moist lips and leave a crescent-shaped mark on your thighs while hearing his footsteps close the distance between your frames. The bubble of simple emotions sways beneath your skin, shaking your resolve under his shadow.

Fright, alarm, loathing, it all made you quiver.

His hand, free of his leather glove, bothers with slow and sensual touches across the canvas that you are, his silhouette is visible in the discolored water, despite not coming into it himself, and that's the last sight you see before shutting your eyes.

You can't stop his arm, long and muscular from years of experience trailing over your ribs and down your belly, into the water, Despite your knees and hands trying to push against it in vain, the limb proceeds to slither without any obstacles until it meets its destination.

Your grip loses its strength, clinging onto his muscle as you drop your head, letting your hair hide you from his unwavering gaze, Your blood boils, yet you take your anger out on your bottom lip.

His thumb hovers over your nether region, pregnant pause from him falls upon you. Has he finally decided to stop his intolerable actions against you?

The thought gets relinquished as soon as he eagerly entangles his fingers with your sex, an unexpected action leaving you breathless as he digs and digs and digs.

Your back arches off of him, trembling knees trying to find leverage as your hands once again tighten around him, though you don't open your eyes, you can almost feel the glare, an unknown emotion rolling off of him in thick waves. Your teeth aren't enough to muffle the groans and panting that escape your bloodied lips.

He rubs and rubs, fast and slow in no particular rhythm, thumb pressing against your clit, he places a pressure you were never able to on that bundle of nerves, before kneading, hard. Whimpers bounce off of the walls as your body shakes. It hates.

His fingers spread your rose apart and you've never felt more caged. More helpless and disgusted with yourself.

The tears slide down your cheeks, combining with the blood gushing out of the bitten lip and it trickles down towards the reflection of the water.

Your body contracts with the pleasure, closed eyes rolling back into your skull as your mouth hangs open, a wave of pleasure leaves you helpless, taking away the shame before it dwindles and handles the pain like a weapon, slamming into you full force as soon as his heat leaves your back, hand now out of water.

You close your knees, the tears flow like a waterfall across your face, wails that don't leave you shake your body in quiet prayer. You're scared to open your eyes. Scared to see the revolted faces of the deceased staring back at you, spewing words of shame you surely deserve.

His footsteps fade, yet his absence goes unnoticed.

#Yandere!King AU #one piece #anime #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece x reader #yandere x reader #king the wildfire x reader #king the conflagration #.my writing.#yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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Your Flaws (Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader)

first vampire diaries fic! some love for the hyrid

word count: 2.2k

content: lil angst, mentions of blood and violence, the originals S3 spoilers, sad boy klaus

summary: after almost losing your life, you confess and show this man that even tho he’s not as loved by others, you’ll always love him

With the ongoing war between the sire lines and Aurora on the loose, your life was in danger as it was being threatened almost every day by the redhead. She had attempted to end your life on multiple occasions but without success due to having Hayley as your bodyguard because of Klaus’ orders.

You and Klaus had known each other for a while now, you weren’t dating or anything, just friends.

At first, you were unknowingly compelled to write his “memoir” but that slowly turned into a poor excuse for a therapist.

Through your talks, which were just him venting about his chaotic siblings and occasionally his upbringing, he began to trust you and felt as if you were the only person who understood him for who he truly was.

You eventually found out about the compulsion and how he was making you forget your conversations as soon as you left the compound.

Nevertheless, you chose to stay and to continue listen to him. You were mad and confused at first but with time you understood why he needed you.

You were the only person who for some odd reason, accepted him. Of course, you weren’t blind or anything, he did awful things, straight up evil acts but that didn’t mean his behavior couldn’t be changed.

You saw in him what others didn’t, not even his brother Elijah. You saw the hidden potential and truly believed you could stir him in a positive direction, for his daughter’s sake and her future. He just needed help getting there and his loved ones by his side.

You were slow to realize it but you had fallen madly in love with the world’s most feared creature. You tried so hard to deny it, tried so hard to push those feelings away in fear of getting involved. In fear of getting caught in the middle of some vampire fight and ending up another innocent human being who fell victim.

However, your fate was inevitable; Aurora coming for you was bound to happen some way or another.

As you grabbed your bag and flipped the ‘open’ sign backwards to say ‘closed’, Hayley appeared with a smile on her face.

“Ready for another walk home, your majesty?” she teased.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have to do this, you know?” you said as you two began to walk away from your shop.

“I hate taking orders from Klaus but he’s right, you’re defenseless against that Aurora chick.”

“Ugh, why am I even a target? Him and I aren’t even together.” you groaned, secretly wishing you were his.

On second thought, you remembered you had accidentally left your notebook at the Mikaelson home and desperately needed it back.

“Hey, instead of taking me home, can we go over to the compound? I left a notebook; I need it for tomorrow.” You stopped in your steps.

Hayley stopped too and replied, “Well, I can just get for you in the morning.”

“No, I want it now.” you quickly said.

“Alright, fine let’s make this quick.”

From there, you two walked from the town square to the Mikaelson home as you hoped your notebook with all your important info wasn’t taken.

You arrived in front the stone walls and as you were about to walk in, you suddenly heard Hayley begin to yell in what seemed like extreme pain.

You whip around confused and yelp as you feel the wind knocked out of you. You fall harshly onto the pavement.

You manage to see Aurora’s fiery red hair and her figure with some witch standing beside Hayley, holding her hand up into a fist, ensorcelling her with whatever enchantment she was shouting.

Hayley held her head as it throbbed with pain and tried to get up and fight but to no avail.

“I see Niklaus has lowered himself and his standards in the past few centuries after leaving me,” the redhead muttered.

“This shall be my small Christmas gift to him!” she exclaimed as she abruptly yanked you up from the ground, threw you up against the wall and ruthlessly drank out of your smooth neck.

You screamed as you felt her sharp teeth sink and tear into your flesh. You gripped onto her shoulders, attempting to push her off with the only strength you had left.

You attempts failed to work and yet you felt determined to keep on trying.

No matter how many times you kicked and punched, Aurora was ultimately stronger and within a few minutes you fell onto the ground again, this time completely unconscious.

With a brisk snap of a finger, the witch put Hayley to sleep and Aurora wiped the corners of her mouth that were stained with blood.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before anyone comes around. I want him to have the surprise,” she took out her small compact mirror to admire herself.

“Oh, and take the wolf girl. She absolutely reeks but I’m sure brother wouldn’t mind showing this one who’s boss.” Aurora ordered as she checked herself once again.

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Klaus had found you outside the compound, lying in a pool of your own blood, body almost lifeless. He instantly dropped to his knees and shouted in agony as he held you, smearing the red matter on himself.

He cried in silence and tightened his grip. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now he had to. All because of the damn Strix and Aurora. He wouldn’t give her the luxury of breathing another second.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he thought.

He had never felt this much anguish for anyone but his siblings. You meant so much more to him than he let on. He fell for you and didn’t need you to know, for all he knew he was a dangerous being and you deserved someone better; a man unlike himself.

He also found it hard to believe you would ever reciprocate his feelings. It was quite unlike him to feel that way, usually he prided himself in knowing all kinds of people fall at their feet for him. But once he met you, his charms never seemed to work. He learned to respect you and consider you off limits soon as he fell for you.

You woke up gasping violently out of nowhere. You looked everywhere in confusion.

As he felt what he thought was your corpse, move, he remained still as he let the relief wash over him but now it was his turn to be confused.

He wondered how you survived and who’s blood was in your system if not his? He hadn’t healed you recently.

“What the hell happened?! No, how the hell am I still here?!” you questioned, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“What do you remember?” he demanded.

“Aurora and some witch took us down right before I could come in,” you spoke rapidly, the memories all flowing back.

“I obviously didn’t have the strength to put up with her.” you sighed.

He looked at your neck and noticed the bite had begun to heal.

“You’re healing. You’re in transition now.” he picked you up abruptly and took you to his room before you could say anything else.

As he gently placed you on the soft sheets, he began to question you.

“What do you remember from earlier today? Anything unusual?” he sat on the bed in front of you.

You tried to think, tried to think about what had happened before you closed up tonight. Then, you felt the memories appear left and right, you could vividly recall everything that happened. You suppose it was wiped before.

“Today, I had an accident in the back of the shop and cut myself on a few shards of glass,” you closed your eyes as you pictured it.

“The..the new guy! Chris! He heard me yell and came to see what was going on. He noticed the blood and saw the mess then told me to calm down before practically shoving his arm in my mouth and telling me to drink.” you finished, still in shock.

“Chris saved your life today.” Klaus said as he looked at you.

“So, that’s how you become a vampire? You have to get hurt and drink blood?” you asked.

“You must die with vampire blood in your system in order to turn. Getting hurt is not a necessary step.” he explained.

“Am I like you now? Do I get the cool speed too?” you giggled.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he smiled in surprise before saying, “Is that what you want? If so, you won’t be exactly like me, love.”

“Right, minus the whole original thing, I’m immortal now.” you nodded, accepting your new fate.

You weren’t opposed to vampirism, just didn’t want to get involved with the petty fights. Your new strengths seemed pretty cool to you too.

“Not proud to admit but you had me quite worried back there.” he confessed as he looked down.

“Wow. The Klaus Mikaelson confesses to feeling fear!” you joked.

He briefly chuckled before meeting your eye again, “I’m being serious. I don’t think I could stand to lose you like that.”

You smiled warmly at him for caring for you. You appreciated how he looked after you. You could tell he probably felt something for you too but was unwilling to say. You noticed the lingering stares and the way he was so protective over you even though he knew you could handle yourself.

“Soon you’ll start to feel a massive hunger and you won’t be able to fight it for long,” he started.

“I’ll find some lowlife for you to feed on.” he said nonchalantly.

“Bold of you to assume I want to eat someone. I thought vampires could survive on just blood bags?”

“When you first turn, in order to complete the transition, you must feed on a person or else you die.” he explained further.

You huffed in disbelief. Okay, you were definitely opposed to the feeding on people part of vampirism, however your life is on the line and if you don’t do anything then this second shot at life you’ve gotten would have been for nothing.

“I hate this..but I’ll do it.” you released a sigh.

When you realized this was the perfect opportunity to say what you so badly wanted to say, you felt this sudden rush of confidence. You let the intrusive thought be carried out.

“I’ll do it for you, Klaus. Well, I live for myself, but I want to live for somebody else for once too.” you admitted as you met his eyes.

Surprised when the expected smug smile didn’t show, you began to get nervous. Oh no, maybe you made the wrong move. Maybe you misread, maybe he’s not into you at all. At least, not in the way you thought he was.

“Fuck it, I already started so I’m finishing this. I’m in love with you, okay? I couldn’t help myself.” you confessed.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are the light in my darkness, and I’ll always be drawn to you. But a person such as yourself does not deserve a bastard like me.”

Your brows furrowed and you sprung up from where you were laying down and looked at his face more closely.

“Well, I think otherwise. I see past the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve me because I love him regardless.” you cupped his cheek.

This was so unlike him. He was supposed to be bragging about how he could take you all over the world and buy you the finest things even though you never cared about any of that.

He brought his hand up to hold yours and whispered, “You are worth so much more, love.”

“I know you’ve never really had a happy ending. Never had a stable relationship. And because the world perceives you as a monster, you think you’re not worthy of being loved but trust me Klaus, you are so incredibly wrong.” you assured him, your other hand holding his.

“Do you not see me as a good for nothing? Do you not see what my father hated so much about me?!” he questioned exasperatingly.

“You’re not useless, Klaus. You’ve done bad but you’ve done good too. In the end, you care for your loved ones and you're the one saving their asses. You’ve saved me more times than I can count!” you told him.

He remained silent before you began to beg, “Please just believe me. Does what I have to think not mean a lot?” you looked at him for an answer.

He hesitated before finally saying, “It’s difficult for me but I’ll try. I’m going to trust your words,” he said your name. You loved how it rolled off his tongue.

With that you removed your hand from his cheek and gave him a shy peck. You were unsure if a full first kiss would be fit for a moment like this so you waited to see what he would do.

Klaus being Klaus leaned in until he was inches away from your face. He admired you for a few seconds, thinking carefully about all you had said. His heart melted knowing your words had to be sincere, but he was ashamed of letting you know that.

You watched his eyes and what his intentions were, trying to read him. He pushed his lush lips against yours and it felt as if time itself had stopped to preserve this moment.

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mirrorpriest · 11 months

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cw: yandere, dark content, no explicit violence

Monster-behaviorist Reader who goes out of their way to see the good in everything and everyone. Who is perhaps naive but good-hearted. Perhaps Reader travels around Teyvat, never feeling at home or at peace, studying all the varying unique creatures. Independently publishing research on monsters, asserting that they’re not as simple as people seem to think they are. Particularly defensive of hilichurls and gets flustered when trying to argue with people.

This, of course, leaves them desperate for connection and friends. :)

Aether is quickly taken with your impassioned pleas for lighter treatment of his usual foes. It doesn’t stop him from doing what needs to be done, but after going into the Chasm with Dainsleif, he has a different outlook on Teyvat and the creatures he thought he once understood. Every time he fights all he can think of is your disappointed face, your soft reprimands, your gentle hands. It curbs his more aggressive impulses when it comes to enemies, but eventually he starts to think of you even when he’s not fighting. He thinks about how defenseless you are, so willing to trust, and how you are probably out there somewhere in the countryside putting yourself in danger for your research. Don’t mind him if he ‘runs in’ to you out of nowhere. He wasn’t looking for you, but now that he’s found you Aether might just have to stick close by. He’s willing to share your attention with creatures who could never return your affections, but if anyone else becomes too interested in you he may just have to strong arm them into keeping their distance. You’ve monopolized so much of his attention, the least you could do is give him yours in return.

Kaeya is enamored with your sweet, open demeanor. It’s not often someone is so disarmed. Even the most defenseless person has their guard up some of the time, but you want so badly to see good in the world you’re willing to put yourself in danger for it. He can see the way you mourn the distance between yourself and others, othered by your own soft heart. It’s something Kaeya admires and intends to take full advantage of. While he comes across as sly and opportunistic to those that know him, you are more willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. It makes him want to devour you whole. He will take you along on missions just to have some alone time with you, giving you time to study the creatures you spot along the way and listening patiently to your long-winded, breathless explanations on their behavior. You feel grateful to have someone who will humor your interest, all too willing to put your life in his hands because you trust him. He’s so helpful, willing to go the extra mile for his companions, there’s no reason to be suspicious of him. Kaeya is so good and kind and respected, he would never abuse your trust. He wants you to remain naive and understanding, open to outsiders, just not where other people can partake. Perhaps it’s selfish of him, but he wants your wordy lectures and passionate diatribes all to himself. He wants to swim in your words and feel your arms around him, ever so gentle and benevolent. You’re such a breath of fresh air. Surely, if he sucks up all your time and energy you won’t hold it against him.

Jean feels so incredibly protective of you. Of course, she was born to protect. Blessed to defend the innocent. But you’re particularly special. You’re far too soft and selfless, all tender touch and big heart. At least that’s the way she sees it. Who else would go out of their way to defend even the most wicked of creatures? As she sees it, your heart is full to bursting with love for all. Which is both admirable and annoying. If only you would put your own safety first, stay in Mondstadt where it’s mundane, never leave her line of sight. She doesn’t mind if other Mondstadters don’t appreciate your efforts, in fact it’s better for her. The more space between you and others, the safer you are. No one else can influence you if they can’t even understand you. Jean makes it a point to mention the library is always open to you, no matter the time of day. She doesn’t mean to push and pry, but she’s anxious to have you near her at all times. It’s safer, she reasons to herself, and she trusts Lisa to take care of you and report every move you make to her. She tries not to spend too much time seeing you personally, though, because Jean can’t keep the flush off her face and the affection out of her voice. You’ve affected her so intensely. It’s only right that she might be a bit overprotective of her future spouse. <3

Amber thought you were fussy and high-strung at first. Why should she care to spare hilichurls when they’re so aggressive and wild? She’s not cruel by any means, but Amber thinks everything you advocate for is just to be contrary. It takes her but a short time to warm up to you, seeing the way you so painstakingly wait and watch even the most ordinary of hydro slime go about their day. You look so comfortable observing Teyvat’s creatures, so nurturing as you note even the smallest of differences between the hilichurls you see today versus the ones you saw yesterday. You might be a quack but there’s something so warm and compassionate in your expression, the barest of smiles upon your lips. Amber is suddenly overcome with the desire to run her fingers over your smile. It only gets worse from there. Your research is at least helpful when it comes to keeping citizens safe, helping the Knights predict where hilichurls will move next and what to routes are safest to traverse. Amber can’t help wanting to be just a bit… uncomfortably close to the nutty researcher keeping Mondstadt safe. As an Outrider it’s certainly not weird if she hangs around your apartment balcony, checking for easy access. Your room overwhelmingly smells of you, your desk covered in half-finished documents and wilderness journals. She’s so tempted to visit at night and crawl into bed with you, if only to see your peaceful sleeping face up close.

Lisa finds you rather cute. Not many people in Mondstadt can keep her interest, they’re admittedly not educated enough for her, but you are well-versed enough in all her favorite topics. Speaking with you just comes easy and it helps that you are of a sympathetic nature. It’s easy to waste hours with you simply talking, her tired eyes soaking up your soft face in the evening sun. Your compassionate position towards monsters is rather troublesome, but that’s what makes you so endearing. Oftentimes, she comes across as more patronizing than anything, but she’s one of the few Mondstadters to give you the time of day. In fact, when it comes to you, Lisa is more than willing to give up all the free time she has. She’s unafraid of laying a friendly hand around your arm at lunch, letting the pointed toe of her high-heel skim your ankle. She’s friendly with everyone, flirtatious even when it comes to her closest friends, but there’s something truly salacious when she looks at you. Like you’re a delicate mille-feuille presented to be picked apart and devoured. When it comes to your pursuers, Lisa is rather bold and quickly dip into immoral practices for you. You’re just so adorable, she may even have to dig up an amatory potion recipe just to keep you by her side. She and Jean often team up to keep you close to Mondstadt, promising you that she can give you just a peek of private documents regarding the nature of elemental beings and their origins. Not open to the public, but you have permission from the Acting Grand Master. Aren’t you lucky? Lisa is more than ready to remind you of such should you start speaking about traveling to Liyue or Sumeru for your research. Don’t go running off before you can repay Jean for her generosity now.

#genshin impact x reader #reader insert #txt #yandere genshin impact

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hopeforkitten · 5 months

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Mizora just lost Zariel's favor and was saved by Raphael at your request. Oh, how long you'll owe him for this adventure. Raphael was nice to her when it was necessary, but when she lost her patron, the need for this disappeared. You were often afraid for these two, a quarrel would only mean bad things for everyone.

Nevertheless, you managed to achieve sufficient formalization of their conversations. Mizora was a valuable ally and source of information, and she and Raphael spent a lot of time discussing politics.

When you appeared in the conversation, it became dangerous. Mizora restrained her swagger in such situations, Raphael would have been extremely strict, but at your request he ignored many of her words. In fact, he believed in the reliability of Mizora, and in her common sense.

They got along well with Haarlep, the main thing is not to allow these two to unite against you. (oh gods, what will happen) And yet Mizora was closer to infernal creatures in relation to love, and not succubi and humans. She never let go of her hands and the range of feelings that she could give you with a wave of her hand was much wider than Haarlep's.

When Raphael's war for the throne of hell begins, she (and Haarlep of course) will have to calm you down a lot. Especially if the news finds you outside the House of Hope, but in one of the newly conquered fortresses. Tav does not reach Mizora's neck, so he desperately clings to her torso. For the first time, the she-devil is completely discouraged by such behavior. Is this strange mortal really so worried about Raphael? Yes, Tav is not himself, just silent and trembling. Mizora's heart skips a beat from this sight, and that such a cry for help is directed at her, it turns out she really means a lot to her rescuers.

While she does not know what to say, she can only hug this little mouse in response and wait for new news.

She was even more surprised how you met Raphael then, ran to him with hugs. That's when she realized how alien you are to this world. In a dark fortress that was recently a battlefield, in the company of demons, you are as small and defenseless as children. Raphael did not stop for hugs, only pressed Tav with his hand and continued walking forward. Tav couldn't see it, but then for the first time he smiled kindly at Mizora, he recognized her help and importance to you.

Nevertheless, when a new order is established in one of the hells, Mizora will be happy to be a useful ambassador carrying the will of Raphael. In the future, with more employment, she is always ready to break her routine to spend time with Tav. (of course Raphael will not punish her for this) She will always be the best companion to walk through the wastelands and fortresses of Averno to talk to you and dispel your worries.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #mizora bg3

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invaderzia1 · 1 year

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Thinking of waking up to find Eddie sitting on the couch in his boxers and rings, eating cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons. All is right with the world.

thinking of having a bad dream, something about some supernatural creatures and another dimension that leads to Eddie’s dying. shooting up from bed, your breathing is uneven as you desperately try to calm down, your mind still not fully awake yet. your eyes slowly start to concentrate on your room, the other side of the bed empty and the heat from it slowly growing cold. your mind, still recovering from the nightmare, immediately goes to the worst as you tip toe out of bed and through the room.

it’s faint, but you can hear the tv from down the hall. slowly, you make your way down the hall to find Eddie sat in his boxers eating a bowl of cereal, still alive and breathing. his eyes light up when he sees you standing there, the blanket from his bed still tightly wrapped around you, he happily pats the space next to him on the couch for you. you don’t care what he’s watching, you don’t care that hes half naked in the middle of his living room right now, all you can focus on is that everything is alright. you waddle over to him, opening the blanket up as you sit down, letting him into the warmth of it.

you spend the rest of the morning cuddles up tightly with him, comforted by his strong arms and his soothing voice as your dream fades into your memory.

BUT ALSO

it’s far too late in the day to consider this morning, Wayne’s already left the trailer for work by the time Eddie emerges from his room. he doesn’t even care about how may be looking through the windows as he makes himself a bowl of honeycombs in his boxers. he turns the tv on to find something to watch while he eats.

once his heat is gone from the bed, you are quick to wake. you had gotten up and ventured into the living room to whine at him for leaving you alone and defenseless (in your words, not his). except you are met with the sight of Eddie, shirtless in his boxers comfortably relaxing on the couch. and suddenly, every complaint you had disappeared. not when you could see so much of his beautiful body like this.

you made your way over to the couch and cuddled into him, stealing some of his cereal as you let your body wake up. nothing else seemed to matter in this moment, the outside world seemingly not existing to the two of them. everything felt right in the world as you enjoyed each others company.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #maddy answers #maddy replies #anon

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Hi I’m back this gladiator conversation is so fun

Bruce makes his choices. He spares lives and is punished for it, he is marred by every life he saves. He learns to associate kindness and mercy with pain and maintains it anyway, at great personal cost.

He has not experienced kindness without pain, ever. If his handler gesture for a kill and the citizens to not comply, the next games are full of more desperate people, often pitted against wild animals, equally desperate. Less satisfying fights. Even the most casual and cruel of viewers don’t want to see a child die by lion.

And so Clark comes. He is kind and soft and secret, and Bruce is afraid. The fear makes him flinch away from these soft things called kisses, makes him go still and tense when Clark comes, even when the news is good. He is afraid. Maybe not that he will be punished, maybe that Clark will be punished. Maybe that the children in other cells, the ones who still cry after punishment, maybe they will be hurt.

Clark sees how the darling creature burrows down into himself when he approaches. And how the great kindnesses put him on guard. It’s the little kindnesses - sneaking an extra spoonful of broadbeans into the pot they pull from to feed the gladiators, hiding a date in his pocket and passing it to one of the children (it’s the first time they’ve had something so sweet.) - those are the kindnesses his darling creature will tolerate. The ones that paint his face with wonder. The ones that go unpunished. Bruce sees his actions as common decency. He sees Clark and learns that it’s called kindness.

You are NOT wrong about Clark; The Pit harshly teaches him that no good deed goes unpunished. Not when you're under King Luthor's oppressive boot.

Especially since the public loves Brutus; He! They love him more than their king! that filthy, dirty, mangled monster doesn't even understand it. Isn't worthy of it. Especially not from refined, educated men like Prince Kent.

It's one thing to love a gladiator; Lex isn't new to dragging one in his bed every now and again. But battlespawns? It's preposterous. Unorthodox. It simply isn't done.

Lex will teach Prince Kent the ways. He'll teach him to enjoy what he enjoys, -- what superiors enjoy.

That's why, among simply wanting to delect in the lovely scars of Bruce's back, he has his champion tied up on an Andrews cross. Defenseless and numb.

" He is beautiful, for a monster. And you deserve a present, my dear. I must leave for a few hours. I expect Brutus properly whipped until I get back."

Bruce doesn't make a SOUND, but he does shiver when Clark gently kisses his back, slow and deep and salty, seasoned with his tears,

, "...what are you doing, sir?"

" don't. Please. Please, sweetling, I'm not lex. "

" ...Clark. what are you doing to my back?"

" I'm kissing you."

" what's that?"

#bruce :<#i want the press to know bruce does get flogged but clark makes it as enjoyable as possible and bruce cries for all the right reasons sjsjs #gladiator au #anon am kissing u on the mouth rn #text

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Alcina is a giant (But motherly) Vampire bat - Drabble: Y/N gets kidnapped by villagers

Really excited to return to this AU! This one’s kind of angsty, but don’t worry it will ultimately be okay. It takes place a little before Ruby is fully grown. Let’s get into it!

You’re having a blast. You and Ruby are out for a little adventure today and the weather is gorgeous. You happily cling to Ruby as she flies you around. You’re just so grateful she always lets you tag along.

Ruby decides to explore an area you two have never been to before. It’s got pretty stones lying all over the ground and when Ruby lets you down, you eagerly go and investigate them. You love being able to feel the different textures of the rocks with your little wings.

But… For some reason, Ruby feels the need to look around and see if anything, or anyone, is nearby to cause trouble. She just has a weird feeling… It’s probably nothing, but she wants to make sure. “I’ll only be gone for a second, squirt. I just want to scout out this clearing and make sure it’s safe. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” Ruby tells you.

There are so many pretty rocks. You are mesmerized. You nod distractedly at Ruby’s instructions.

Ruby smiles at how cute you are and kisses your head before flying off.

You happily giggle and try to decide which rocks you want to take back to the cave to show your mama.

But suddenly, uninvited guests begin to flood into the area you are currently in.

“There’s one of those fucking monsters!” A harsh voice spits.

Your excellent hearing picks up on multiple people surrounding you from all sides… Just in time for you to realize you’re trapped.

The malevolent figures cast eerie-looking shadows all around you. This is scary. You look up and realize that Ruby is nowhere to be found. Where is she?! You begin to cry and whimper fearfully.

The mob is angry and some members make jabbing motions at you with their crude weapons, trying to taunt you.

You flinch at their actions.

However, an unsure man in the crowd voices his concern. “Umm… This one looks like a baby. I don’t even think it can fly yet. Maybe we should just leave it alone,” He tries to reason.

“You idiot! This disgusting creature will just grow into one of those blood-sucking leeches! Maybe if we torture and kill it we’ll teach all of those damn bats not to fuck with us!” The same man from before shouts. He comes closer, towering over you and making you shiver as you sob in terror. “Aw, what’s wrong? Miss your mommy, hell-spawn?!” He questions sarcastically and roughly grabs you by the scruff of your neck.

You flap your little wings and struggle against his hold. You try to bite him, but your tiny teeth don’t do much damage. You’re completely defenseless.

Not much of a fair fight…

“Get me a bag or something to stuff this little fucker in!” The horrible man shouts.

Someone from the group tosses a burlap sack over.

Your tormentor grabs it and begins shoving you in. It’s so dark. You can’t see anything and it’s hard to breathe in this confined space. You wail in terror. All you want is your mama, but Ruby can’t be too far away. You chitter desperately, hoping she will hear you, however… Your best friend is facing troubles of her own.

It seems the mob had broken off into two different groups. The other horde has begun to relentlessly attack Ruby. She is making quick work of a couple of the assholes blocking her, but she’s getting slashed at and cut brutally. There are simply too many of them.

As Ruby continues to fight and tries to clear a path, she hears a sound the just about crushes her. It’s you. Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your little chitters and how frightened you are. Her poor little Y/N. She grits her teeth and roars ferociously. What is she going to do? She continues to fight, but concentrates on her hearing, hoping to get an idea of what is happening. It seems the villagers who have taken you are idiotically shouting out all of their plans.

They want to bring you to the middle of the village and make an example of you. To put you in a cage and inflict pain in any way possible. They want to hurt you and make you suffer. All just to send a clear warning message to your family.

Ruby’s vision turns red as rage consumes her. She wants nothing more than to come to your aid, but she’s not quite fully-grown yet herself. She knows she needs help.

As much as it kills her to leave you behind, she decides to hightail it back to Alcina’s cave. Her grandma will know what to do.

Ruby can barely see as tears pour down her cheeks. She’s beating herself up. Why did she leave you alone in the first place?! It was her job to protect you. She promised Alcina she would take good care of you and now… This.

Meanwhile, Alcina is taking a much-needed nap, but she quickly awakens at the sound of feverish wings flapping her way…

Something’s wrong.

Ruby all but crash lands into the cave before she rushes over to Alcina.

“Draga, what is-”

“Grandma! They have Y/N!” She bawls. “They have Y/N and they’re going to hurt them! We need to do something, please! Anything!” She pleads.

Alcina’s eyes widen. She takes in Ruby’s battered form and feels her blood run cold. Who could have done this? “Draga, draga. Are you okay?” She asks looking over her granddaughter’s injuries.

"I’m fine, grandma! But we have to get Y/N! They attacked us both!” She growls, feeling nothing but hate for your captors.

“Okay, draga. Try to breathe. Tell me who has Y/N,” She says, trying to stay calm. Her heart breaks as she hears of what happened to you both. Her instincts are going crazy knowing that you are out there all alone. She needs her baby. You are so precious to her.

“Villagers took Y/N! Some mob that ambushed us! They’re crazy! They want to torture Y/N! Oh, grandma, Y/N sounded so scared!” Ruby breaks down as she remembers your pitiful calls for help.

“I will bring Y/N home, draga, don’t worry,” Alcina says and hugs her granddaughter. “Go get your mother and your aunts. Tell them to come find me,” She directs. “I think these villagers need to learn the dangers of messing with my babies,” She seethes, a cool darkness overtaking her features. She quickly flies off to find you.

Ruby feels relieved to know that Alcina is now on the case. Her grandma is a badass.

Ruby wipes her eyes and tries to center herself before she heads out to find Bela, Cass, and Dani. Her nerves settle a bit as she realizes that with all five of them, those villagers don’t stand a chance. They will get you back.

Oh, yeah… This mob has definitely pissed off the wrong family.

Note: Poor li'l Y/N :’( Don’t worry, Alci will rescue them in the next part. I hope you enjoyed!

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #age regression #nonsexual age regression #re8 shitpost #breastfeeding #lactation #batcina au

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