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#Crimson Deserter AU
hxxsxxngx · 1 day
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JAY 박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY
MINORS DNI
Word Count : 4.1k
Genre : SMUT, AU
Content : dub con, kidnapping, somewhat implied stalking, mentions of blood, almost loss of consciousness, manipulation, vampire, choking, nipple play, teasing, fingering, oral f recieving, spanking, hair pulling, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, probably other things lmk what i missed
Synopsis : After a long night of partying, you end up not making it home. Forcefully taken from the alley way, your night changed for the worse…. or for the better
Authors Note : I would really appreciate some feed back on this, this is my first time writing any sort of alternate universe story. love yall <3
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She's walking through a darkened alleyway, when she suddenly hears footsteps approaching her from behind. She stops and turns around, only to discover that they aren't footsteps, but the sounds of heavy breathing. She looks around, terrified, and realizes that someone has fallen into step behind her.
She picks up her pace, but the footsteps behind her pick up speed as well. She starts to panic, not knowing what to do. She looks around again, desperately trying to spot an exit or a friendly face. She is close to reaching a streetlight when a hand grabs around her wrist and pulls her roughly into a shadow-filled corner.
She struggles weakly against the grip of the hand holding her wrist, but is unable to break free. As she gasps for breath, her eyes adjust to the dim light and she realizes that it is a man who is holding her. She looks at his face and realizes she has never seen him before. His eyes glow red, black hair falling over his eyes, and his fangs glinting menacingly in the starlight, an unmistakable mark of a vampire.
The vampire stares at her, cold and emotionless, his grip tightening around her wrist. Despite her struggles, she is unable to break free. She stares back at him unblinkingly, knowing the futility of trying to get away from him. He leans closer to her, his breath hot on her neck, his fingers tightening around her wrist until they almost draw blood. She shivers, her fear now palpable.
He pulls her roughly towards him, his eyes burning into hers. Despite the threat of pain, she is overwhelmed by the power of his presence. It seems inevitable that he would kidnap her or take her back to his home.
The vampire leads her back to his home, taking her down dark alleyways and narrow streets, avoiding the crowds and the light. She is terrified, but also strangely captivated by him. His grip on her wrist never loosens, his fingers digging into her skin.
He finally stops in front of an imposing looking mansion, looming over the street with its dark shutters and peeling paint. He opens the door and pulls her inside, shutting the door behind them.
Inside, the mansion is as eerie as its exterior. The walls are covered in dusty veils, the air stagnant and stale. The furniture is covered in a thick layer of dust, the floors in need of a good cleaning. Although the mansion looks like it has been deserted for centuries, the vampire appears as if he lives here.
The vampire leads her through the dusty hallways, passing by rooms filled with cobwebs and furniture covered in dust. They come to a stop in front of a heavy-looking door, its surface bearing faint scratch marks. He opens the door and pushes her inside.
Inside the room, an odd smell fills the air, a mixture of musk and decay. The furniture is made out of dark wood, the floor bare. There are no curtains on the windows, so the moonlight spills into the room, creating ominous shadows on the walls. The vampire closes the door behind them and leans against it, watching her.
The vampire stares at her, his eyes burning into her. She is afraid but also filled with excitement. She can feel her breathing quicken, her heart beating faster. He walks closer to her and leans down until his face is just inches from hers.
She flinches from the pain, but despite the pain she feels a strange sensation coursing through her. The vampire continues to stare at her, his eyes straight into hers, his grip on her wrist tightening even more.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" the vampire asks. She glances down at his hand around her wrist, feeling the tightening squeeze. She stays silent, not wanting to answer. She doesn't know what he will do, but she is afraid that it will be something terrible.
The vampire gazes at her,"Oh, I think you know," he says.
The vampire's words send chills down her spine. She tries to swallow her fear, but the thought of what might happen is too terrifying to ignore. She keeps her silence, but her body betrays her with her increasing breathing and trembling. She feels the vampire glaring into her eyes as if he can see past her skin and into her mind.
The vampire tilts his head slightly, his eyes still holding hers. He's studying her, assessing her reactions. "Your fear amuses me," he says in a low, growl-like whisper. She continues to stay silent. Her breath is faster now, her heart beating against her chest. She feels his gaze boring into her, as if he is trying to find something inside of her.
The vampire walks around her, inspecting her, his eyes taking in her body. Her heartbeat quickens even faster, her breath catching in her throat. She is unable to move, unable to speak. She feels like a mouse in the presence of an apex predator, totally helpless.
The vampire's gaze moves over her body, up and down, scanning every inch of her. She feels defenseless and vulnerable. Her breath quickens further, her heart pounding in her chest. She closes her eyes, trying to remain perfectly still and not draw attention to herself. Her fear is growing, and she feels like she could burst into tears at any moment
The vampire comes to a stop, standing directly in front of her. He leans down, his eyes burning into hers once more.
"You're afraid."
His voice is low and gruff, like gravel being scraped together. She doesn't respond, just blinks as a response.
"I can see it in your eyes," he whispers. "Your fear."
His voice has a low, husky growl to it, like a lion about to pounce on its prey. He lingers in front of her, his eyes drilling into hers.
The vampire continues to stare at her. He seems unnaturally calm for someone who has just abducted a woman. He leans even closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Your heartbeat is quickening," he says, his voice low and hoarse. "You're starting to get excited, aren't you?"
"I can feel the heat of your body," he says, his voice a low whisper now. She can feel his breath on her skin. "You're trying to hide it, but I can feel it."
He can feel the tension in the room grow thicker. "My name is Jay, what is your name doll?"
She refuses to respond.
The vampire moves even closer, until his face is just inches from hers. He speaks again, his voice hoarse and low. "I know what you're feeling," he says. "Excited, afraid, aroused... you're trying to hide it, but I can see it all."
His gaze drops down to her lips. She tries to look away, but he catches her chin between his thumb and index finger.
Her pulse speeds up further and she begins to shake. "Please," she whispers. "Please don't. Let go of me..."
Her plea causes his eyes to darken with desire. His eyes burn with an intensity that scares her beyond reason. Suddenly, her entire body stiffens as a violent shudder runs through, shaking her. She tries to scream, but her mouth won't open. The sound of her voice seems muffled and distant, as if she is underwater.
She tries to fight, but she can't get herself to. She feels herself becoming weaker and smaller as Jay continues to tower over her, his eyes blazing with lust and hunger as he leans closer to her. Suddenly, he raises his other hand up, his claw tips grazing against her throat, causing her to gasp involuntarily. She sees his fingers curl around her neck, squeezing, slowly cutting off her air supply. She can taste iron fill her mouth. She gasps desperately for air. She struggles to breathe and her vision begins to swim with darkness. She tries to pull her face away, but his grip only tightens.
Suddenly, the vampire releases her, letting her fall to her knees, wheezing for air. The vampire steps back, arousal building in his pants at the site of the creature in front of him.
Her hands tremble as she attempts to stand, but she collapses onto the ground before she has had time to regain her balance. Still panting, she glares angrily at him, her breathing harsh and ragged.
"What do you want?" she snaps, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
The vampire smiles at her. His teeth gleam in the dim light, sharp and pointy.
"I want you..." he murmurs, his voice deep and dark. He approaches her, stopping right beside her as she continues to glare at him.
She feels his fingertips graze lightly across her shoulder and her breath catches in her throat. She wants to pull away from him, but the fear in her eyes makes her freeze and unable to escape. His fingers slide along her bare arm, caressing her skin, his breath fanning across her cheek.
"I want you," he breathes, his voice full of promise and longing. "All night long, I've wanted you..."
As soon as those words leave his lips, a wave of dizziness hits her, the world spinning around her. Her breathing starts getting heavier and her whole body aches. A dull throbbing starts in her neck, making its way towards her chest. It spreads throughout her body, leaving her dazed and weak. Maybe he was a bystander to her long night at the club, admiring from afar? She has never met this man.
The darkness creeps up on her, closing in on her from all sides, threatening to engulf her completely. Jay stands there staring at her, his eyes bright with pleasure as he watches her struggle for life. He looks so handsome, his black hair curling slightly at the edges, his features soft and delicate. She feels the warmth of his touch on her skin, his warm breath on her ear. The room is so very quiet, the only sounds she can hear are her own laboured breathing and the blood pumping in her ears.
Then everything goes black. He punctures her neck, blood gushing from her carotid artery. The sweet taste of her crimson red blood fills his mouth. Sweetest human he's ever tasted, like honey. He doesn't know if he can stop.
Her body falls limp at a almost loss of conciousness, his fangs still buried deep in her neck.  He pulls them out slowly, sucking her blood into his mouth, savouring the taste. He licks his lips, then looks up at her. There is no emotion on her face, not even surprise or confusion as he stares at her. There is nothing in her eyes. They are blank, void of all emotion.
A smile breaks out across his face. "Do you like it?" he asks her in a soft, silky tone
She remains still, not responding to his question, still feeling woozy from the sudden loss of blood. The vampire stares deeply into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and her heartbeats become erratic.
"Yes, do you like it?" he says again as the corner of his mouth lifts into a mocking grin. "Is it enough for you?"
"Y...yes..." she replies weakly, barely audible.
He grins in satisfaction at her reply. "That's good." His lips curve into a smirk as he watches the human struggle to stay awake and conscious.
"Are you going to kill me?" She finally asks in a hoarse whisper. Her voice wavers as she speaks, and her vision becomes darker.
"I'm going to fuck you" he snapped
He reaches down, pulling her to her feet and wrapping one arm firmly around her waist. Her head hangs limply, barely able to keep it upright, as he drags her toward his office.
She tries to resist, to break free, but her body is too weak, her mind too muddled, too clouded, to do so. The vampire's grip on her tightens, making her moan in pain. He stops when they reach his office. He pushes her down onto the couch, sitting down beside her.
"How did you find me?" she asks quietly, turning towards him and looking at him intently with her bleary, unfocused eyes.
"It doesn't matter how," he says, smirking. "What matters is that I am here now and we have unfinished business."
She frowns, her brow furrowing. "We?"
He nods his head in response, reaching out to run his hand softly along the side of her face.
"Me," he murmurs lowly. "You belong to me."
He leans forward, his mouth crashing against hers hungrily. He kisses her roughly, possessively, licking his way inside her mouth. His tongue dances deliciously with hers, dancing a seductive dance while it explores her. Jay takes his time, tasting every inch of her mouth. He tastes her blood mingling with his tongue, their kiss is fierce and passionate. He kisses her roughly, eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth with such thorough and demanding intimacy.
Her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. He slides his hands under her T shirt, running his fingers gently across her stomach, causing goosebumps to appear on her exposed flesh. Her mouth parts as his fingers brush lightly against her nipple. Slowly, he pulls her T shirt up over her head, revealing what he has been so desperately waiting to see.
Her breasts are small and pert. He can see the tip of her breast poking through her thin bra. With another deep thrust of his tongue into her mouth, he pulls away from her and cups her breast in his hands, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips buck upwards instinctively, eager for more attention from him.
"You smell so good," he mutters against her skin, placing several lingering kisses across her cheek and down her jawline until he reaches her ear, placing gentle nibbles along her neck.
He moves his mouth towards her ear, inhaling deeply at her intoxicating scent, the aroma of her blood filling his nostrils and making him lose control. "You taste delicious," he growls.
"Please." Her voice is a whimper, filled with desire and anticipation. Her body trembles as she moans, begging him to take her now, to fulfill her desires. Her voice is soft and pleading, almost desperate.
"Please," she says again.
He shakes his head, laughing silently in amusement. "No, darling. This is just the beginning."
He leans forward and places open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, leaving trails of hot, burning kisses as his lips move down her torso and over her belly button. He lowers his head, burying his face against the sensitive skin between her breasts. A moan escapes her lips and she wraps her hands in his curls and squeezes.
His teeth sink deeper, grazing the surface of her skin, drawing an involuntary moan from her throat. His tongue swirls around the area, licking it gently, sending sparks racing up and down her spine.
He lets go of her nipple and wraps both his hands around her lower abdomen. He pulls her towards him, bringing them closer together, rubbing himself against her.
His mouth finds her nipple once more, suckling her tenderly as he circles his tongue against it. Another sound leaves her lips as she arches her back. He pulls at her hips with one hand, using the other to unbutton her jeans. His mouth moves lower, teasing, kissing, caressing every part of her exposed skin before settling on her pussy, swirling his tongue around the swollen clit, making her shudder in delight.
His hand slides down between their bodies, pressing his palm over her entrance, stroking and circling it. She gasps in surprise, arching against his hand in pleasure as his fingers rub at the nub of nerves inside her pussy.
Her hands move down to cover his, covering his hand which rests between their bodies, stroking him with her fingers. Their hips grind against each other, their bodies moving in rhythm with each other, their moans muffled by their heated kisses and ragged breathing.
He groans loudly, lifting his head from her chest, his green eyes blazing with hunger as he looks her straight in the eye.
"Touch yourself for me." He orders her, holding her gaze. "Imagine it's me who is fucking you."
She nods her head obediently, lowering her hands to stroke herself, squeezing her fingers inside of her vagina.
"Just for me." He orders. "Just imagine me inside your pussy. Make me come inside you. Let it all spill out. Show me that you want this. Do it"
Tears stream down her face as the thought of him filling her with his seed causes her legs to shake uncontrollably, her whole body trembling. She begins to cry in desperation, her nails digging into his skin as she grips onto him, riding her hand hard and fast, moaning violently.
Jay stands up from the couch, taking the shaking woman in his arms, carrying her into his large master bedroom, setting her on the bed. He kneels between her legs, his mouth finding her pussy once again. His tongue swipes across her clit, her muscles tensing as he sucks on her sensitive nub. He feels himself swelling, his cock twitching impatiently.
As he raises his head, his eyes are wild with lust, as he gazes at her writhing naked body beneath him. She shudders in ecstasy, as his tongue continues its assault upon her cunt. She opens her eyes, staring at him in disbelief. She doesn't understand what she's seeing. The man she knows to be evil, the handsome vampire that had tortured her, was now pleasuring her. It felt surreal.
"Look at me," he commands, grabbing hold of her chin with his hand, tilting her head slightly upward. She closes her eyes as her tears continue to flow, unable to look away from him, unable to stop crying.
He smiles widely and chuckles softly. "Do you like what you see?"
She bites her lip. "Stop it."
He ignores her request and runs a gentle finger down the length of her pubic hair. "Do you want me to lick my way up your pussy? Does it feel nice?"
She whimpers, her back arching involuntarily. She turns her head towards the ceiling, trying her best to avoid looking at him.
"Do you?" He repeats with a playful tone.
She whines.
He laughs again, brushing his knuckles up and down her inner thigh. "Does it feel good?" He repeats in a husky whisper.
She whimpers loudly, clenching her eyes shut.
"Good girl." He praises, running his hand slowly up her thigh once more.
"Please..." She begs.
He stops suddenly, withdrawing his hand from her thighs and standing up. He grabs her wrist and twists it around behind her back, holding it there painfully. She cries out in pain, biting her lip to stifle the sobbing that threatens to escape her throat.
He releases his grip on her wrists slowly, pulling her arms apart so that her hands rest limply against her sides, her elbows bent at awkward angles.
"Turn around," he commands, his voice hoarse and rough.
She obeys him reluctantly, turning around so that she is facing the wall. She sighs in relief when he finally releases her, allowing her to drop her arms to her side.
She wants him. More than anything else she could ever need. All she wanted was him to be inside of her. And he would be. She couldn't imagine having sex without him.
But she wasn't going to tell him that.
She hears the sound of clothes being removed quickly followed by the rustling of sheets.
She bites her bottom lip nervously, watching intently as she hears him walking around the bed.
Suddenly, there is a sharp slap and her body jerks in shock. Her ass stinging is pain. He props up behind her, lining his cock up with her wet enterance. She tenses at first, anticipating the intrusion of his body. But as he pushes himself inside of her, she gasps in surprise at the feeling of his long, thick shaft sliding in and out of her wetness. She can feel him stretching her insides, his balls pushing into her backside forcefully. His hands reach around, resting themselves firmly on her upper arms, keeping her in place as he slowly begins to fuck her. He pumps his hips faster and faster, causing her to gasp at the intensity of his movement.
She moans softly, closing her eyes in pleasure as she feels his hard penis pushing against her ass, penetrating her further. She opens her eyes again, looking back at his face as he fucks her, thrusting himself deep inside of her again and again.
"Oh God..." She murmurs. "It feels good" she cries in agony.
The sound of their flesh slapping against each other soon begins to fills the room and echoes loudly through the house. She cries out in ecstasy as he slams his hard erection against her ass harder and harder, driving himself deeper into her tight core while continuing to rock his hips furiously.
She moans louder. "Jay~~~"
"That's my girl. Scream my name, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good."  He growls. He reaches forward, grabbing her hips and lifting her up so that her ass is facing him. He holds her there for a second before slamming himself even further inside of her. She cries out loud as her walls tighten around him. He keeps thrusting into her, hitting her g spot over and over, driving her crazy.
Jay snakes his hand up her spine and grabs a fist full of her hair, ripping her head back closer to him.
"I want to hear your cute fucking moans, princess" he whispers in her ear. He lets go of her head and throws it back into the mattress forcefully.
She bucks upwards, tightening around him again, moaning loudly. She wants this. She needs this. Needs his touch and his heat wrapped around her body and his hardness buried deep inside of her.
He groans as he feels her pussy clenching around him.
She cries out as he begins pumping himself even harder against her, his cock throbbing heavily inside of her. They moan each others names as they begin to ride each other fast and furious, cumming together. Her entire body shakes wildly as she comes undone. She moans out loud, letting go of everything as her orgasm takes over her body once again, exploding inside her pussy. She trembles around him as her climax hits her hard and heavy, her walls tightening around his dick.
After a few minutes her shaking ceases. Jay lets her go and lays beside her, caressing her hair, placing small kisses on her forehead.
"You're beautiful like this. So soft and pliable."
He snuggles close to her side, hugging her tightly against him, kissing her bare chest whilst leaving bite marks here and there lightly. She presses her nose against his chest, inhaling deeply and wrapping her arm loosely around his torso as she buries her face into his warm neck.
They lay like that for quite some time, contentedly snuggling up close to one another, enjoying the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of their bodies intertwined together.
A few seconds later a sudden thought crosses her mind and causes her to stiffen in his grasp.
"How do you know what happens next?" She asks, her voice wavering as she feels tears well up in her eyes, her body shaking in fear. "What will happen when...when we have sex? I...I want that too. I really, really do...but...I don't know if you...if you'll like me or not afterward. What if...what if you don't?"
His body tenses underneath hers for a moment before relaxing once more. He pulls her closer towards him, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Don't worry about that now, little love. Just relax. You need to sleep now anyway. I am going to keep you here for a while"
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brucewaynehater101 · 17 days
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Red Robin AU: Maximum Angst
Tim left to go save Bruce. It didn't matter that no one believed him. It didn't matter that his loved ones, people he trusted, tried to stop him. It didn't matter that everyone wrote his theories off as some sort of mental breakdown and grief stage denial. None of that mattered.
Tim was right, and he was going to prove it.
Two years after Tim left, Dick gets a phone call. It's from Superman.
During a JL mission, some villain gets away from a large JL team up by mentioning one fact: Bruce died in the timestream waiting for someone to save him. He had left clues, as many as he could given his circumstances, of his continued existence and predicament.
Dick, with the help of Damian and some of the JL, leaves Gotham to gather the evidence. Even after two years, art curators and museums are weirdly tense when he brings up the exact piece he wants to see.
A few months of carefully collecting his dad's last momentos occur before Dick has the realization: Tim was right.
Oh gods, Tim!
He can't believe, with all the responsibilities he had to juggle, that he just forgot about Tim!
This cues another frantic search as Dick retraces all of Tim's steps. The man allows himself a little laugh when he realizes that Alvin Draper is wanted for being an art thief.
Despite the sloppily covered trails, Dick finds himself at a dead end. The last location Tim might have gone to is in the middle of a desert. When Dick arrives at the spot, an LoA assassin is waiting for him.
Batman is glad that he's dressed in his uniform, he's glad that Damian didn't accompany him, and Dick prepares for the attack.
The assassin regards him neutrally.
The vigilante lowers his fists, but he's still tense in preparation. The assassin rolls their eyes and holds their hand out.
There's a com.
"What's that for?" Batman growls out.
Another eye roll from the assassin as they sigh. "Ra's knows you're looking for Timothy Drake-Wayne."
Hesitantly, the retired acrobat plucks up the com. After placing it in his ear, a smug voice greets him.
The Demon's Head cordially invites Batman to dinner.
Great.
Dick, wanting to find out where his brother is, has no choice but to follow the assassin to what's most definitely a trap.
Later, when Dick is haunted by the memories he desperately combs to liberate himself from his guilt, he'll darkly chuckle as he longs for it to have been a trap.
When the doors swing open to reveal Ra's al Ghul lounging at the head of the table, a feast is laid out before the young man. He forces himself to sit at the opposite end and listen to Ra's prattle on and on about how extraordinary Tim is. How the young outcast knew his father was alive. How he had to resort to taking Ra's hand in order to finish his quest.
As the evening is winding down, Dick had only spoken a handful of sentences. Ra's swirls a wine glass and gazes wistfully into its crimson hue.
"It's a shame, Richard, that it took you twenty-six months to scour for information about Timothy. I'm sure the realization of such would bring him despair."
There's a pause as the Detective's successor runs mental calculations. It has been thirty months since Tim left Gotham.
Emerald eyes, not too dissimilar to the shade of green Dick's son owns, bear down on a man too small for Batman's mantle.
"He died knowing his death would kill his father. It's a shame we lost them both that day."
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thus-spoke-lo · 6 months
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A chill in the air, the crunch of leaves under your feet, danger and romance around every corner--October is for kinks, creatures, and even a little bit of slimeball shenanigans.
Masterlist below will be updated as fics release; all works queued for posting at 9am PST (except on double-feature Fridays). Please review all content warnings thoroughly and read at your own discretion--all fics are NSFW/18+ and feature afab!reader unless otherwise noted. Management is not responsible for resulting thrills, chills, and uncontrollable fits of lust for 2-D men.
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Praise, degradation, watching when you shouldn't be watching, playing doctor with your hot boyfriend--Fridays throughout October are for kinks, fetishes, and fantasies.
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9/29: Dr. Feelgood // Portgas D. Ace Kink: Roleplay (doctor/patient)
10/6: Birthday Gift // Trafalgar Law Kinks: Cosplay + roleplay (hero/villain)
10/13: Double Feature Friday! 9AM Showing: Tables Don't Talk // Roronoa Zoro Kink: Forniphilia [human furniture] ***** 5PM Showing: A Firm Hand // Red-Haired Shanks Kinks: Spanking + daddy kink
10/20: Pretty Little Mess // Doflamingo Donquixote Kinks: p*ss + degradation + humiliation
10/23: *BONUS* Birthday Fic! Sins in Crimson // Doflamingo Donquixote Kinks: period sex + degradation + humiliation
10/27: Double Feature Friday! 9AM Showing: Let Me Help // Sanji Kink: Voyeurism ***** 5PM Showing: In Pursuit // Dracule Mihawk Kinks: Predator/prey + biting
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Demons, werewolves, cannibals, and hayrides in darkened, spooky woods--Sundays throughout October are for the sinister, the scary, and the sexy.
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10/1: What Big Teeth You Have // Freeloader!Toji [Slimeball AU] Synopsis: Your freeloader boyfriend is the Big Bad Wolf to your Little Red Riding Hood for tonight's Halloween Festival. A shortcut through the woods proves perilous, however--it's a full moon, and danger lurks even closer than you think.
10/8: A Hayride for a Hayride // Taxi Driver!Zoro [Slimeball AU] Synopsis: Your date to the Grimetown Halloween festival cancelled on you last-minute, leaving you with nothing to do. Luckily, a certain moss-haired taxi driver lifeguard hayride operator offers you a free ride to get your mind off things, and you're soon in for the ride of your life.
10/22: Are You Afraid of the Dark? // Usopp feat. the Strawhat crew [SFW] Synopsis: A night of scary stories around the campfire with your crewmates on a seemingly-deserted island leave you with goosebumps and the looming possibility of bad dreams. When you're tasked with fetching more wood to keep the fire burning for the night, brave Usopp offers to accompany you--and there's no telling what awaits you in the dark.
TBD: The Devil is a Gentleman // Demon!Doflamingo Donquixote Synopsis: There are plenty of places you'd rather be than sitting alone in a bar on Halloween, watching everyone else around you find someone to take home, yet here you are. When a tall, mysterious man wearing crimson sunglasses buys you a drink, you wonder if maybe your luck has turned around. He’s a real gentleman, one that has a lot to offer you—for a price.
TBD: Mellorine // Cannibal!Sanji Synopsis: Three weeks. Three weeks aboard the Strawhats’ ship was how long it was supposed to take to return you to your home island. Unease begins to settle in your bones as the ship's cook starts to take an interest in you, one that appears to be innocent enough—he only wants to have you for dinner. *contains dark content/subject matter*
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joonie-berry · 5 months
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Twisted Wonderland Au
Rule of Wonderland/Twisted Grounds
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So I made this Au like 6 months ago and had no one to speak about it to. If you remember games of the old horror genre then you might have heard about Haunting Ground and Rule of Rose. Two games of the early 2000s that were female protag centered. Well I made and Au kinda centering both games with Twst ~~mainly Haunting Ground~~ called Twisted Grounds/ Rule of Wonderland.
It’s not gonna fully follow the events of those games, but more on their mechanics. Like the panic system of Haunting Grounds, and the companion system of both games using Grim.
It’s more like a what if Twisted Wonderland was like those old early ps2 games. Without further ado here’s the info of each dorm summarized basically
The Crimson Tyrant and Rose Maze
Riddle Rosehearts: Ruler of The Rose Maze. Nullify
Trey Clover: 3rd highest/ strongest Admin of the Rose Maze. Baker. Ruler’s Caretaker
Cater Diamond: 2nd highest/strongest admin of the Rose Maze. Caretaker of the roses, social media influencer
Ace Trappola: Rookie, sleight of hand, illusionist
Deuce Spade: Rookie, ex delinquent
Charm: Rose Headband
Usurper of Wilds and the Lion's Den
Summary
Leona Kingscholar: King of the Lion's Den. Drought
Ruggie Bucchi: second in command. Caretaker of the Lion's Den albeit not officially
Jack Howl: Rookie, scout
Charm: Leona's choker
Witch of the Sea and The Lakehouse
Summary
Azul Ashengrotto: Watcher of the Lakehouse, Dealmaker
Jade Leech: Second in command, Caretaker
Floyd Leech: Torturer, sadistic scout
Charm: Seashell Necklace
Sorcerer of Sands and The Desert Manor
Summary
Kalim Al Aism: Heir of the Desert Manor
Jamil Viper: Second in command, Caretaker, Actual boss. Hypnotist
Charm: Gold Bracelet
Fairest Queen and Poison Palace
Summary
Vil Schoenheit: Queen of the Poison Palace; Fairest Poison
Rook Hunt: Second in command, Caretaker, Hunter
Epel Felmier: Rookie, Farmer
Charm: Poison apple earrings
Guard of the Underworld and Death's Mansion.
Idia Shroud: Leader of the underworld, Set Match
Ortho Shroud: Scout, Caretaker
Charm: Idia’s Keychain
King of Thorns and the Dragon Castle.
Malleus Draconia: King of the Dragon castle
Lilia Vanrouge: SiC, Caretaker
Silver Vanrouge: Head Guard
Sebek Zigvolt: Rookie, Guard in training
Charm: Dragon’s ring
Charms are items Yuu gets if they wish to travel back to the previous location without being attacked. It symbolizes their connection to the head of each location.
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hanilessa · 10 months
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Loving you is pain and bliss
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` Summary: Loving a person who suffered from unrequited love for another girl can be simply unbearable. You can say it with confidence.
` Childe x Fem!Reader
` Genre: roommates!au, angst, argument, happy ending
` Word Count: 1,2K
` Author’s notes: for you, dear @stxwpid!! i hope you like it ♡ enjoy!
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This has gone on countless times. You have already lost count, each time wringing your fingers and biting your lips to small wounds, when you saw how Ajax returned home late at night, completely beaten, with dripping and clotted blood that was on his cheekbone.
Every time your heart contracts painfully when you see him in this state. Your hands are trembling, salty tears are trying to flow from your eyes, and your lips are trembling in the desire to scream. You want to hug him, comfort him, help him, take away all his physical and mental pain for yourself so that Childe can feel better at least for a second.
He leans against the wall, completely broken and tired. There is a crimson bruise under his eye, fresh blood dripping from his lips, falling on the soft white pile carpet, and you feel like you're gradually starting to go crazy. It's like a vicious circle from which neither Ajax nor you can get out.
Your hands are trembling, your throat is dry — you have the feeling that you're in the middle of the desert without a single drop of water. You timidly take a step closer to him. The ginger man takes a shaky breath and you can literally hear him swallow blood mixed with saliva, making his Adam's apple twitch.
Childe's eyes are closed, he breathes raggedly, and you can feel the pain he feels with your whole being, just looking at him with your big watery eyes.
"You got into a fight over her again?" You asked in a trembling voice as his blue eyes snapped open and met yours. He continued to breathe raggedly, squinting painfully from his wounds, and you understood everything without words.
Your heart was torn apart, but it didn't matter now because the first thing you had to do was take care of Ajax. About your beloved, beautiful Ajax, for which you woke up every day and dreamed about every night.
You will think about yourself later — you have long ceased to put yourself in the first place. But what else can a person, who loves, do if not to put the loved one first?
"Come on, your wounds need to be treated." You speak in a choked voice and gently take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. Childe doesn't resist and follows you, sniffing softly with his nose, smearing bright scarlet blood on his face.
You sat him on the washing machine, then turned to the locker to get medicine chest from there. Ajax leaned his head against the wall, and the dull sound of a blow made your heart clench painfully. Why was you the only person in this house who cared about his state?
With gentle movements, gentle hands, you wash the blood from his hands, forgetting how to breathe when you see the scars of past fights on his fists. You dip a small cotton into the disinfecting liquid and press the cotton wool against his scratches, slowly treating all of his wounds in silence.
He's breathing nervously and carefully watching your every move, you know that he's in pain, but the only thing you can do is to ease his physical pain. Ajax won't let you in on his heartache. When your eyes find his bloodied lips, you swallow hard.
There is blood on the skin of his lips. You gently run the cotton over the cut, hoping you're not pressing too hard on the cut. You continue to tend to his wounds in silence before Ajax's hoarse voice breaks it.
"Tell me, Y/n, why does it hurt so much?" You gasp when you feel this pain, doom and sadness in his voice. Childe pauses in anticipation of your answer, which you hesitate to give him, because you're afraid that you will burst into tears right now.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself and ask in a trembling voice, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I'm almost done treating your wounds."
You brushed the bloodied cotton from his lips, turning to medicine chest to get a band-aid. A medicine chest contained only children's band-aid, which Ajax had brought from home as a gift from his siblings. You took first dinosaur band-aid you could find and carefully glued it to the ginger man's lip.
"Why does it hurt so much? Always be one of many for her when she's the only one for me." He exhales, and you clench your hand into a fist, leaving crescent-shaped patterns on your skin.
It was unbearable. See how he suffered from unrequited love. Feel his suffering with every cell of your body, simultaneously writhing in the agony of your own unrequited feelings. Every time you see him come back after meeting the girl he loved, it was unbearable for you. Because every time after Childe returned, he cried or was injured.
The last conversation about this ended with the biggest argument. For the first time, you two — childhood friends — quarreled so much. You begged, you were ready to fall on your knees and ask him not to torture yourself anymore, not to go to the girl who only used Ajax's love, smearing his feelings on the floor like real trash.
Loving a man who loved another girl and whose feelings were razed to the ground was a huge burden for you. Even if he never returns your feelings, the only thing you wanted was for him to never suffer because of her again.
"It’s even harder to love someone who is the only one for you, knowing that you will never be the only one for him." You answered, raising your tear-stained eyes to him.
Ajax's heart fell on the heels as he saw tears streaming down your beautiful face. It felt so wrong, Childe was sure you were never supposed to cry. And he was the reason for your tears now. This fact, like a wild animal, devoured him from the inside.
"Please…" You sobbed, wiping away your tears with trembling hands. You felt so small and sad at that moment. "Please stop torturing your soul. Seeing you unhappy is what hurts me the most."
You covered your face, wet from tears, continuing to tremble and sob when you felt warm hugs. It seemed that Ajax didn't care at all about cuts and wounds, because the only thing he had to do now was calm you down.
"What a big idiot I was." The ginger man chuckled as you looked at him. His blue eyes shone with tenderness and warm that you loved so much. Ajax's words caught your attention. "Constantly hoping that the girl who did nothing but use me will return my feelings when you were next to me. Someone who really cares about me."
Your heart fluttered with happiness when you heard those words.
"I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but if you'd given me this chance, we could…" Childe didn't have time to finish his thought when you pulled him closer to you, connecting yours and his lips in a kiss.
A sense of relief spread throughout your body as Ajax hugged you back and deepened the kiss, marking the moment when your and his suffering was finally over.
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kynimdraws · 4 months
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Top lane diff standoff TFW my obsession with an au pairing spills over to the main Runeterra hc-verse despite these characters not having actual interaction voicelines LOL
If you actually wanna read about this hc of Yone and K'sante meeting please read the TL;DR under the cut
The defeat of the Cobra-Lion and his meetup with Tope (in "Everything We Should Have Said") closed an important chapter in K'sante's life. Despite this, he still desires to further improve himself as Nazumah's greatest warrior-hunter. After all, he always is open for learning.
His brief conversations with nomadic tribes/merchants that pass through Nazumah and tales of the wandering Icathian weaponmaster (Jax) motivates him. With the blessing of the leaders of his homeland, he sets out on his journey.
He travels past the familiar sands/oases of the desert and the fringes of the remains of Icathia. This is how he meets other champion characters like Jax, Sivir, Akshan, and specifically Taliyah.
Taliyah tells about her mentor Yasuo, who had hailed from a distant land called Ionia. He had been fairly directionless with his travels, so this suggestion is taken to heart.
This journey to Ionia of course was very fruitful as he sees other lands and their cultures. He passes through the dense forests of Ixtal (Rengar), the technological marvels of Piltover/Zaun (Jayce, Camille), the wild streets of Bilgewater (Nilah)…and finally Ionia.
K'sante luckily is able to get audience with Sett by just boldly participating in his fighting pit just a few days after reaching Navori. The two strike a friendship after their fight ends in a tie (K'sante still thinks Sett is an immature boy but that's another conversation). After hearing K'sante's purpose of his trip, Sett suggests visiting the Ionian temples/monasteries, the centers of martial arts.
It is a given that through this entire trip, K'sante always stops to help anyone that is in trouble. His trek in Ionia doesn't change any of this, but he does notice that some of the things he is fighting are more…spiritual/ephemeral, a contrast to the more physical monsters/vagabonds he has known for so long. Due to the Shuriman Empire's history of rejecting spiritual beliefs, Nazumah was still slowly trying to regain that school of thought. K'sante cherishes this oppurtunity.
In one of the Ionian villages he stopped by, K'sante volunteers to help hunt down some demons. The chieftain of the village briefs him on what he can do, and remarks about how a mysterious masked man had been stalking around the area when these demons started appearing.
"We do not know much about this figure, but he has always appeared with the presence of the demons and azakana…it is possible he is the cause of it all. His masks may be summoning the malevolent spirits to make us suffer. Beware of lone man with many masks, stranger."
K'sante accepts this precaution well enough. After all, he was an experienced warrior. If needed, he will just fight and defeat this masked man. That night, he goes on patrol as he planned. Suddenly he senses another presence following him.
Turning around sharply, K'sante sees what he assumes is the supposed masked man that had control over demons. The man had a red mask with glowing eyes, and exuded a strange aura. Before K'sante can move, the mysterious figure runs his crimson sword through him. K'sante gasps and thinks he is dead, but feels no pain or sees blood....just coldness. He hears the masked man murmur something before withdrawing the sword. Soon a mask materializes from the masked man's hand.
"A small azakana, significantly weakend over time." the masked man simply speaks before he starts to walk away. Confused but wanting to know what the hell happened, K'sante grabs the masked man's arm, demanding what that was about.
"I simply am purging this land from azakana. Your spirit had actually mostly overcome the nightmare that had threatened to overwhelm you...but I thought it would be good to finish the job for you myself."
Hearing this, K'sante demands the masked man to teach his technique of hunting down this...supposed "azakana." The masked man tries to pull away saying this is a task only he can do, but K'sante is more stubborn and refuses to let go. Yone could have disassociated from the situation by having his spirit be unbound, but a part of him is intrigued by this stranger's strong will...a will that could weaken azakana without his help.
"I suppose I can teach you a few things. What is your name?"
"K'sante, a warrior-hunter of Nazumah."
"...Yone. Just Yone."
To be contd... here
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spinningwebsandtales · 11 months
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Imagine Vampire Vash Fighting To Keep From Hurting You (Vampire AU)
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Vash the Stampede X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Blood, horror, a little bit of gore, suggestive themes, y’know all that good vampire stuffs
Word Count: 811
(A/N:) Like the AU I wrote for Nicholas I had to do one for Vash. And him being the vampire seemed like the most logical thing to do. So enjoy my little AU in my vampire and Trigun Stampede rotted brain. Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
Your mother had warned you over and over to stay inside during the evening hours that drenched the desert landscape in shadows. You had heeded that warning for years as the creatures that roamed the landscape at night had nothing to keep them at bay. But one night you found yourself trapped out of the village as the daylight began to dim and darkness began to swallow your surroundings.
Your errands had kept you out far longer than you intended. While the others of the town you visited had offered you a place to stay until the morning, you refused thinking that you could make it back in time. Your thoughts had been foolish as the dark was quickly taking over the desert. Your whole body trembled as you stood there alone with your feet in the hot sand.
It didn’t take long until you were snatched away, helpless and alone in the grip of a vampire. He cackled gleefully, drooling profusely at the thought of your sweet blood. You whimpered, hoping for a hunter to be around so you could be rescued. But no other being was in sight and you were left at the mercy of the horrific creature that kept a tight grip on you. Almost back to the vampires lair he was suddenly tackled, sending you both sprawling onto the sand.
The vampire who had taken you, hissed viciously towards his attacker. You blinked sand from your eyes to see a different vampire, his blond hair standing out against the dark. He hissed back, his eyes darting towards you before going back to stare daggers at his opponent. All you could do was lay there and watch as the two vampires clashed. Blood sprayed the sand and pieces of vampire landed at your feet with wet thuds. The sight, sound, and smells made you nauseas but you couldn’t run away. The fall had twisted your ankle and all you could do was lay there waiting for fate to take it’s course. The new vampire finished the fight quickly his large claws dripping crimson, fangs gaping from his mouth as he panted. You stilled, trying to will him away as you hoped he had forgotten about you. You couldn’t get that lucky though as he immediately turned towards you. A growl welling in his throat as he stalked forward. Red flecked blue eyes rolled over your form hungrily causing you to whimper. He leaned over, breathing deeply at your scent. You could feel the puffs of air tickling your sweaty skin making you weep.
“P-please don’t,” you begged as tears flowed down your grimy cheeks.
He paused his whole body trembling. One fang pricked your skin causing a little bubble of blood to well up. His tongue quickly darting out and licking up the crimson bubble. He moaned deeply, tongue laving at the tiny wound.
“I’m sorry,” he said his voice shaky as he continued to tremble above you. “I don’t want this.”
You glanced up shocked as he spoke with such conviction. “You don’t have to. Please just let me go.”
“I can’t,” he sobbed, “I’m so thirsty I can’t take it.”
This vampire wasn’t like the others as bloody tears ran down his face. He fought so hard against his craving that you could feel the pain radiating off of him. You touched his cold pale cheek carefully. He jerked, unused to such a gentle touch.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he continued but the taste of your blood was fueling him towards tearing your throat out. You were terrified but you didn’t back down. Raising up closer you placed your wrist against his dry lips. He licked at your skin, tasting the salt and sand. He glanced back up towards you and you nodded. The first vampire that had taken you, surely would have killed you and left your body in the sand. But this one seemed different as he hated the way he was. You couldn’t just let him suffer in starvation.
“Are you sure,” his voice quivered. Once again you nodded before hissing in pain as his fangs penetrated the veins in your wrist. His throat bobbed as he drank and moaned in bliss. You tried breathing calmly as he took what he needed. You wanted to believe that he knew when to quit and he did as such as he had taken his fill. Closing the wound he dropped your hand. You felt a little woozy and he caught you before your body hit the sand.
“I’m sorry I took a little too much,” he apologized.
“It’s okay,” you answered breathlessly. You laid in the arms of the vampire until he carefully picked you up and carried you to his home where he wanted to keep you. Safe from other vampires and to taste your sweet blood if you allowed him.
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berriethewizard · 8 months
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Parley - Champion of Blood au
Masterpost
The parley is set in motion at noon. The pitiless desert sun beating down upon their backs, sand kicking up and battering their cheeks, squinting their eyes - they stand opposed on this canyon cliff, mere metres from each other. Zelda and her two dozen knights, the best of the best, facing lone Ganondorf, leaning up against a boulder ever so casually.
Meeting his gaze fills her with the dread of being outmatched anyway.
The fiery beams of noon light catch the gold pouldrens on her shoulders, the clasps of her prayer bracelets, and the decorated limbs of her bow, resting in her hand with an arrow nocked but not drawn. He holds no weapon at all. Nothing but his own arrogance.
“Surely this is overkill, Princess. This is a peaceful meeting.”
“Behind enemy lines, it will always treat you better to be prepared, Ganondorf.”
His face twists into a smile.
“As you see fit. Now,” He dismissively waves his hand, “Lay out your terms, and I shall see if they are agreeable.”
She retrieves a scroll from her right hand knight - a newer addition to her ranks, but suitable - and begins reading from the script upon it. Most of these are terms laid out by her father, and she can tell in the endless specifics and caveats and compromises that litter it. If it were truly her prerogative, she would throw away all acts of diplomacy and run the Demon King through here and now. But with their recent loss of… weaponry, they cannot afford to be rash. As such, here she is, borderline pleading with the unreasonable.
Half of the way through the scroll, she hears the clashing of metal, and pauses her reading immediately. Only a whistle of the wind greets her ears in the silence.
“Is there a problem, your highness?”
“...no.”
“Then please, stop wasting my time.”
She hesitantly continues on, ears up to catch anything more. Nothing but the whistling.
When the scroll is finally read through, Zelda returns it to her knight’s hand and faces Ganondorf once more.
“If you do not agree to these terms, Hyrule will commence a total blockade of the Gerudo deserts immediately. No trade will come through your canyons until either you surrender to our terms, or you die of starv–”
A shadow rounds the edge of the boulder behind Ganondorf. A short figure, lithe and graceful, draped in the same garb as the Demon King. When his face enters the light, she chokes on her words.
The sundered hero stares, cold and unblinking.
He stalks to Ganondorf’s side, welcomed by a smile that is too small to be anything but sickeningly genuine, and a hand trailing down to his hip that is borderline intimate. He's near dripping with blood, from his hands to his hair far longer than the Hyrule Military approved three inches, like he'd dipped them in the crimson like a child over eagerly playing in a pool of water. The Demon King pays it no mind as he gently tucks the half white, half blonde strands behind his ear, ensuring the scar stretching the length of his face and cutting through his eye is plainly visible to Zelda and her men.
The sundered hero does not break his eyes away from her once.
“It seems, Princess, that your preparations for this meeting were in vain. I do not agree to your terms, but you will find in the canyons no blockade that harm my people.”
The sundered hero takes a step forward.
“I suggest you turn tail and run, before you have no men left to save you. I’m very reluctant to deny my Champion of Blood much of anything - and least of all revenge.”
She gapes for one single moment more, before very quickly remembering her place both politically and physically, and taking her only chance of survival while she still can. Zelda bows to the King.
“We shall be seeing each other again, Ganondorf. Do not doubt this.” She retreats with her knights circling her completely, back to the path that will surely lead to a pile of bodies.
Zelda only feels the eyes of the Champion of Blood leave her back when there’s the ever so gentle smacking of lips that meet her ears.
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asingleietsist · 7 months
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"A Green Queen" AU
Daisies
The yoshi leapt and bounded as it tried its best to keep up with the floating ship.
"C'mon, we're almost there!", She exclaimed. "Just a little bit ahead"
The yoshi huffed only to skid to the side and run to the left. "Wait, no! The ship is that way!"
She tried to steer its reins to the right, but it yanked its head back again and sped towards the open desert.
It looked up and leapt once more before an array of crimson blocks appeared, leading up to the sky.
"Oh..", she noted. The yoshi looked back at her unamused. "Hehe sorry.."
It nodded then crouched down and jumped up onto the blocks. The two came onto the final block, the ship passing it quickly, and as the yoshi bounced towards it Daisy held in her excitement.
As the foot of her ride hit the edge, the two got knocked back by a huge boulder-like figure, falling into the sand below.
"No!", She yelled as she watched the ship leave. Daisy stood up, widened her stance, and faced the stagnant rock ready to fight it.
Several Ganchans broke off from their fused boulder form and rolled past her feet towards a figure behind her. The yoshi looked over to it and hid beside Daisy once it saw him.
"Leaving without a present-" the voice coughed.
Daisy's eyes widened as she turned towards it. "Ugh, not you again!"
Prince Khufo grinned, his fur pulsed with electricity causing him to twitch and jitter uncontrollably. "Y-You know, if I didn't know any better. I'd let you go, like my poor old father did."
"Out of mercy.."
"Hah! He did it out of pity, but I know better.", He clapped his paws together and out of the ground, several Ganchans stuck to her and the yoshi, imprisoning them in stone all the way up to their necks.
"You little shi-"
"Ah! Mind your tongue there, I'm not afraid to cut it off~", he snorted. "Besides, I have a proposition. As you know, running an empire is quite boring and I'm in the mood for something... entertaining. Without the King of Koopas to play with and most of my parties being put on hold, due to the damage done to my castle. I'd like to strike a deal."
Daisy blinked then started to laugh, leaving the Prince bewildered by her reaction.
"H-Hey! Im serious!"
Daisy sniffled, "Sorry, sorry. I can't help it. All I see is a little immature kitten getting into something over his head. You don't even realize the severity of this, do you?"
Khufo's chest puffed, "Y-Yes, I do! I'm well aware of the Koopa Troopa and Bowser's army, b-but they have no king so they're weakened.", He hissed "Besides, you haven't even heard what I wanted yet. If you're so adamant about NOT listening, there's always the forcing you."
She moved her head away as his light purple claw grazed her cheek, "What do you want?"
"Simple, I want you to spy on the Queen for me."
"Queen?!"
"Yes, Bowser's husband."
"Husband?!"
"How long are you going to do that?"
"That?!", She exclaimed. He squinted his eyes as she held in her laughter.
"....By the stars, my father should've-"
"I'll.. do it. But I want to know why."
Khufo sighed, "It hasn't clicked yet? Geez, you're both stupid and ugly."
"Ugly?!"
"SHUT UP!", he yelled. His fur stood on end as he did. "Look, I know you're after the little red human. However you won't be able to catch up to them without assistance, so I'll help you get to him and you can help me find out more information on the Queen."
She looked down at the yoshi. It would take at least a few weeks and possibly a month to not only figure out where the ship was heading but also to catch up to it on time.
"Sure, what the hell.."
"Excellent! While we're here anyways, any questions?"
"You said there was a Queen? I did hear a koopa yell his name, but I didn't know Bowser took on a partner."
"It was rumored amongst his allies, but I saw it with my own eyes and they seemed...fine."
"What does he look like?"
"..... Tall, fair skin, pretty hefty, blue eyes, facial hair."
"Could you be a bit more descriptive?", She groaned.
"You'll know him when you see him", Khufo smiled. He flicked his wing, to which the Ganchans released themselves from the two captives. "Now, I'll get you a small balloon. I'll cloak it for a few hours, but after that you're on your own. Get on it before getting caught."
Daisy checked the small cuts on the Yoshi and nodded. "And medical supplies."
Khufo blinked, "what for?"
"You injured this yos-"
"He'll live. It's a few cuts, get over it."
She stood up and aimed a punch at the Prince only for a shock of electricity and magic to shock her off of him.
"Ugh..."
"Like I said. Get over it."
She glared at him as he and the Ganchans headed back towards the castle.
"C'mon, you'll need to get on before sundown."
Daisy stood up slowly, the yoshi slightly nudged her to get on but she shook her head, "I'll be fine. You on the other hand..."
She ripped a few strips of clothes from her cloak and tied them around as many cuts and gashes as she could.
The yoshi beamed at the bandages then turned to her wagging its tail. She nodded and it gave her a quick lick to the face, causing her to laugh.
"You're welcome! Now, let's get going..", she sighed. Her eyes looked over to the Prince who was waiting for them to follow.
Both exchanged a glare, but she simply walked towards him, gripping the reins tightly. Her hands shook violently, upset she couldn't do anything further.
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saltsicklover · 9 months
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I've Always Dreamt of You (Unknown Soulmate AU) 
Part One: Blue
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 
Word Count: 3365
Rating: T
Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, mention of Blood, mention of Vomit, Mention of Character Death.
-- To be continued. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :) --
Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.
I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.
You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.
The way Icarus dreamt of flight doesn't even come close to rivaling the way I dream of him. I can still feel the touch of his hands on the cold of my skin, fingertips warming trails like tepid wax down the plains of my neck, dripping from the hallows of my collarbones and down my chest like a whisper. 
He first came to me in glimpses, blurry and burned around the edges. Teasing my senses, never allowing me to catch more than just a piece or two before he faded away again, my heart leaping from my chest and jolting me awake. I guess, over all of these years, I still haven't been able to piece a full picture of him together in my mind. 
He has been visiting my dreams since I was sixteen. He's always been there, in my mind's eye as I drift each night; his presence, his touch. Then, slow and treacherous, fragments started breaking through the darkness of my mind. Every image, sound, scrape of skin against mine seemed to disappear upon awaking, but as the years passed, they lingered like tart whiskey and the stench of cherry cigars. 
I remember the first time I saw something I could recall about him for more than a few minutes upon waking; the color of his eyes, ocean salt blue and trench deep. I began seeing that color everywhere, in the depths of the sky and the cold water beneath my feet as I sat on the bank of the creek listening to the songs of sparrows. 
The color was the only thing that stuck with me for three years; over the time I collected a list of items in the same color, pieces of him that snuck into the real world. Bluebells and feathers, trinkets from nature. I saw it in the jack of my playing cards and the paint of my neighbors truck. I felt like the color was surrounding me, and I welcomed it because I craved him, devouring each sliver I could find, worried that if I continued to let him slip through my fingers I'd never have a complete picture. 
The next time I saw something I could remember, I was nineteen. Bloodied hands never left my brain. The image haunted me like an apparition. The way the crimson leaked down his palms made my stomach twist, queasy and aching. The way his veins bulged beneath his pale skin and the callouses marking themselves over experienced hands. The fact that his hands never quite matched each other, like they weren't both flesh and blood made my stomach turn. 
I vomited the morning after that dream. 
Today I am twenty six and the broken images of him still leak though my subconscious into my conscious mind, interrupting my work day. Sometimes I can smell the strong scent of his cologne in the air, or feel the brush of his fingertips on my skin, up and down my arm. I try to push all the thoughts away, turning back to the files set out on my desk. I scan over the lines again and again but none of the words seem to stick in my head and at this rate, if I can't finish payroll I'm screwed. 
Yet, the only thing I can think of is the bit I saw of him last night, a new bit this time. The faintest five o'clock shadow surrounding desert rose brushed lips. I can almost remember him speaking to me, and the way his tongue would dart out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip, but all of the details are much too disjointed and blurry. 
Most of the encounters I have of him are lovely. Going to sleep and dreaming of him, his hands, his touch, the feeling of occupying the same space; it feels like coming home. He never ages, and the changes that come are small, few and far between. 
He seems to be a combination of both hell and heaven and I am painfully torn between them, the waking hours like hell with the inability to conjure up his image or the feeling of his presence, body pressed up against my own- but at night, whether it be called a dream or heaven, he is there in front of me, and I don't need to see him to know the way me soul yearns for him. 
Lately, he has been coming in flashes- even while I am awake. I can see the the crinkle of skin around the corner of his eyes when he squints. I get hit with whiffs of cologne and the smell of conditioned leather. I feel a cold finger run it's way down the side of my arm, from shoulder to elbow; the whole ordeal making my hair stand on end, goosebumps encapsulating my skin. 
The shrill ringing of the phone manages to pull me from my thoughts, I clear my throat before answering. "Hello, thank you for calling Charred Ambrosia, how can I help you?" I ask over the loud music that is rumbling through the walls.  Seven in the evening on a Thursday night and people are already starting their weekend off at the bar, my bar. 
"Hey, Scooter, is that you?" A smooth voice asks through the crackling of the land line. I grimace at the nickname but a smile still tugs at the corner of my lips. I've always hated the fact that I like the nickname, but I could never tell Scott that I do in fact like it- couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing. 
"Hello, Scott, yeah, it's me. What's up?" I question, pulling the coils of the phone cord through my fingers, letting each one of them bounce carefully through my fingertips. 
"You keeping busy tonight, or do a few friends need to stop by to keep you company?" He jests, I can hear the joy leaking through the line. I roll my eyes, though he can't see. 
"We are plenty busy, thank you very much. But I wouldn't say no to seeing you, or your friends, you know that," I inform him, closing the paperwork in front of me. I slap the pen on top of the files, creating a problem for future me. 
"Happy to hear it, Scooter, because some new work friends and I are on the way over right now. You better be behind the bar when we get there!" The line goes dead and I can't help but laugh before setting down the receiver. I head out of the office and head back behind the bar, attempting to make myself as busy as possible as I wait for Scott and his buddies to get in. 
After a handful of checked ID's and served drinks later, Scott comes barreling into the bar, his throng of friends in tow. They stick out against the regulars, their eyes too trained, movements calculated as they position themselves with their backs to the wall. Maybe old habits die hard, or maybe it's because they've come close to death one too many times not to play it overly safe; it's like their scapula's are drawn to the studs in the walls. 
Scott pushes up to the bar, his mudslide iris's bleeding with light unbridled joy just as they always do. A wide smile adorns his face, cheeks beginning to go red. He slides himself into a barstool, the rest of his friends confining themselves to a booth against the far side of the bar. 
"Hey Scotty, what can I get you?" I ask, running the towel in my hand over the counter in front of him. I try and return the smiles he gives me but I know it doesn't quite crest over my eyes. If Scott notices, he doesn't say anything. 
"A round of tequila shots for the table, so that will be six please, Scooter," He taps his hands against the warn and scratched surface of the bar top as he speaks. I swear I have never seen Scott not fidget. 
"If I counted right when you came in, there is only five of you," I chuckle, pulling the shot glasses out from underneath the bar. I line them up carefully before pulling out the salt to rim each glass. Scott furrows a brow at me before turning back to his group of friends to count. I can't help but laugh as he counts each of them on his fingers. 
"Oh right!" He exclaims, turning back to face me, "Bucky isn't here yet, but he will be, so six shots please." I roll my eyes but rim one more shot glass with salt before putting a wedge of lime on each of them. 
"Go sit with your friends, Scotty, I'll bring these over when they're ready," I inform him, shooing him away with a wave of my hand. He goes to protest but keeps quiet when I raise my eyebrows at him. He knows better than to challenge me, especially after all of our years of  friendship. Scott wanders over to his friends and I pour each shot before placing them carefully on a tray. I pull the tray carefully from the bar before rounding the corner to their table. 
"Good evening, gentleman and Wanda, how are we this evening?" I ask, a smile spreading over my lips. I have met only Wanda, which happened to be by complete accident when she came into the bar with her brother, Pietro, when they were still new in town. She came around a lot after his passing and we became friends somewhere between then and now. 
I know of the men sitting with Scott, being that they are Avengers, but I haven't met them officially. The large blond sitting next to Scott cracks a shy smile, sending a look my way and the older man next to him shoots a knowing glance across the table towards Wanda. He earns a hard elbow to the ribs from the black man sitting on his other side. I pretend not to notice as I place the shots down in front of them. 
"I'm Steve," The blond speaks as he looks up at me from his seat, "We've heard so much about you, from Scott, it's nice to finally meet you," 
"Hello Steve, it's nice to meet you as well. Thank you guys for coming in to visit little ol' me," I chuckle, tucking my tray under my arm. I lean into Scott's shoulder with my hip, bumping him playfully. 
"Scooter, this is Clint, Sam, and you know Wanda," Scott introduces the rest of the group, each of them nodding and offering a kind smile. 
"What brings you guys to this little hole-in-the-wall this evening?" I question, my eyes roaming around the table. 
"Scott says you make the best drinks," Sam answers as he spins his shot carefully on the table.
"And we wanted to meet you! Sometimes it's nice to talk to normal people, you know?" Steve speaks and I can't help but laugh at his choice of words. Scott laughs too, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. 
"Normal people what's that supposed to mean?" I jest, looking Steve dead in the face. A blush beings to form under his collar, spreading up his neck and over his face quickly like a wildfire taking over. 
"You know, civilians, not super people, just normal!" Steve tries to save the interaction but the blond next to him, Clint, shoves an elbow into his ribs again. 
"Quit while you're ahead," He mutters, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. Steve just slouches down a bit in his seat, trying to make himself disappear into the upholstery. 
"Don't worry about it, I'm just fuckin' with you, that's all," I chide. The group erupts into laughter, and I can't help but feel grateful that Scott drug his friends here tonight. All of this is better than trying, and failing, to fill out paperwork. "Scotty told me you have another friend joining you this evening, is that right?" 
"Yeah, Bucky should be here any moment," Sam informs me, checking his watch for good measure. 
"Well, considering the fact that he is late, I think this shot here belongs to me," I pick up the glass carefully, taking the lime off the rim. "Shall we?" I ask and each person grabs a shot. 
"To drinking with normal people!" Scott toasts, shooting a wink in my direction. A chuckle escapes my lips as I tap the bottom of my glass against the table before bringing it to my lips. I lick the salt off the rim quickly before taking the shot. The alcohol isn't as unpleasant as it could have been, but I hastily shove the lime into my mouth anyway. 
"I don't think I'm meant for shots," Wanda grimaces, shaking her heads. Her body vibrates, goosebumps pilling over her skin as she shoves the shot glass away from her on the table. 
"I don't blame you," Sam laughs, the sound full and rich coming from his lips. It makes me smile.
 It's nice having actual joy radiating through the bar. More often than not, there is always someone here drinking away some sort of grief or thought they cannot outrun. Others are here to get into some trouble or someone else's bed for the night. Joy seems to be in short supply and I try and soak it in as Scotty and his friends laugh whole heartedly. 
I let my eyes run around the group once more, the hodgepodge of personalities seem to coexist is a natural nature I've never seen from a group before. Each one seeming to compliment another, the group more tight knit than most I have ever seen. The pure definition of chosen family. When I zone back into the conversation, they are making bets of if their friend Bucky is even going to show.  
"He is definitely coming," Steve assures the group, rubbing at the crease in his forehead. He looks tense, like he is trying to convince himself with his words. 
"I doubt it. You know he never leaves his apartment," Sam counters. 
"Shall I get another round?" I ask, placing each of the empty glasses on the tray. I am looking for an escape from what seems to be a tense conversation forming. 
"Yeah, I'll come with you!" Scott smile, looking a little uneasy about the group conversation. We walk back to the bar, Scott following close behind me until I round the corner.
"Same thing? Shots? Or would you guys like something else?" I question, moving each of the empty glasses over to the sink. He orders beers on tap, the local stuff the team came to try. It's apple forward and sweet, pouring the drinks makes me wish I could have one myself. 
"How have you been Scooter? How's your Dad?" Scott asks, plopping himself down one of the tall stools. He shoots me one of those looks, like he is trying to get into my head and dig around. 
"Are you asking or is it just an opener for the question you really want to ask me?" I set two of the freshly poured drinks on the tray before grabbing another glass. 
"Well, I do want to know how you and your Dad are. But I guess I'm really asking, how have you been lately? Any new dreams?" He doesn't quite meet my eyes at the last part, instead opting to look over my shoulder at the rows of liquor behind me. I curse under my breath, wishing my Father had never told Scott about my dreams in the first place. 
"I am doing fine. Dad is still in prison, just where he was when you got out. You know that. But I do get letters and he assures me that he is doing well. He misses you." I tell him, working on the fifth drink. "I still have dreams. Lately, though, it feels like he is coming in flashes and feelings even while I'm awake. I can't shake the feeling of his fingertips on my skin," I shiver at the thought. My voice comes out somewhere between longing and desperate but Scott doesn't let his face faulter. "But I am all good, Scotty, I promise. I just wish I could figure out if there is something more significant here or if I am meant to be tortured by this phantom my whole life," I place the last drink on the tray, smiling sadly at Scott. 
Scott leans across the bar, taking my hand with his. "You know if there was anything I could do, I would," He reassures me, his thumb running over my knuckles. "I know you don't want to talk about it anymore, and I said I wouldn't, but I'm sure if you came by the facility Bruce would run some tests-" I cut him off with a tight squeeze to his hand. 
"Scott, I know you are concerned, and I really appreciate it, but," I shake my head at him, my hair falling into my face, "I am perfectly okay. I don't want to be poked and prodded just to find nothing. Plus, they are just dreams, very vivid dreams," I say in an attempt to sound convincing and I squeeze his hand for good measure, but I know he doesn't believe me. Hell, I don't believe myself.
He drops the whole thing and I pull my hand from his. "Lets get these over to your friends, huh?" I grab the tray and pull it carefully from the table. Scott nods at me, leading the way back to the corner of the bar where his friends sit. When the table comes into view, there is a large man sitting in the chair Scott was sitting in previously. His hair is dark, cut short around the sides but the top is longer, tousled back away from his face. A well worn leather jacket is slung over the back of his chair. 
Scott scoots into the wrap around booth, sitting himself down next to Wanda. I move next to the mystery man, who no doubt is Bucky, the friend they have been waiting on. Scott is to my right. I Bucky's face is obscured by the tray of beers in my hand. I begin sliding each person at the table a beer, the honey colored liquid sloshing around in each of the glasses as they slide across the table. 
I grab the last drink in my hand before tucking the tray under my arm. I turn to look at Bucky, a smile on my face- one that quickly melts into a look of surprise and absolute bewilderment when his eyes meet mine- no one else seems to notice the glint of recognition that flashes through his eyes and mine. The cool blue of his irises send a volt of electricity through me and the beer in my hand quickly slips from my grip, the glass shattering when it hits the floor. 
That shade of blue- somewhere between cerulean and slate- hits me for the first time outside of my subconscious and the color is beyond entrancing. Everyone around us seems to jump and begin asking if everything is alright, but I am stuck in the depths of his eyes and the way they seem to glimmer in the low amber light of the bar. 
He looks at me too, in a way no one has ever quite looked at me before; like he could see right past the flesh and blood of my being, straight into my soul. A small smile blooms over his lips, dusty rose and plump. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as my eyes dart back up to his. 
Scott grabs me around my upper arms, moving me a couple of steps back away from the broken glass that now decorates my floor with sharp slivers. 
"Scooter, what the hell was that?" He asks me, stepping into my field of view, blocking Bucky and I's shared eye contact. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" 
"More like a dream," I whisper, "Maybe a nightmare."
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mehoymalloy · 2 months
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An Imogen/Otohan "drabble" (it's actually almost 2k)
Entitled:
"Imogen and Otohan Do the Silly Spider-Man Kiss But the Author Takes It Way Too Seriously"
(all because @inomakani gave me a silly prompt and I just kept working on it whenever my brain was too tired to focus on other WIPs. I'm posting this only on tumblr because I refuse for for my tenth published Imogen/Otohan work to be this bullshit lol)
EDIT that most probably won't see: I forgot to mention that this is set in my Let Me/Won't You AU (which, If you keep up with this rarepair at all, you likely already know; if this is your first glimpse of the ship, allow me to apologize in advance).
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"So you're the reason I woke up with a racing heart," Imogen mutters.
She gingerly leans back against a short tree, mindful of rough bark scraping her skin through the fabric of her sleep shirt. Tired eyes sweep across her surroundings, squinting to try and discern more shapes in the darkness.
A small camp has been set up in a copse of small trees and scraggly shrubbery. The remains of a fire smolder nearby, set in a shallow scrape dug into the dirt and cleared of any surrounding foliage that could catch fire.
The glowing ashes provide far less light than Ruidus: the ruddy moon sits ominously in the sky, close enough to give the distinct impression of lurking over one's shoulder rather than perched on the distant horizon. Gently undulating ley lines sprawl across the sky, converging at the bright beam of energy that leashes the moon to Exandria. Judging the distance, they can't be too far from the Key. Imogen glances down, gently dragging a sock-clad toe against the Hellcatch Valley's signature dry and craggy earth. Crimson moonglow filters through the sparse foliage, dappling the dusty ground like blood splatter on skin.
Imogen raises her gaze to the only other person present: Otohan is not far from the fire and a deserted bedroll, half stripped of their armor as if they had considered getting at least a little comfortable before abandoning the notion entirely. Their cloak and extraneous bits of armor have been removed, leaving Otohan in hide leggings and a fitted, padded tank, clearly meant to protect vital organs from injury. They look like they had every intention of getting some rest, but they are the furthest thing from settled. Instead, they're doing honest-to-gods push-ups in the early morning hours.
Otohan barely spares Imogen a glance as they push themselves back up from their near-prone position, palms protected from shale and grit by their customary fingerless gloves.
"And you're the reason I couldn't sleep to begin with," they huff. "Anxiety plagues you even in sleep, you know."
Imogen can't help but snort slightly at that. "I'm well aware—nice to know someone else suffers with me, though," she mutters.
Otohan gives no response as they push themselves to stand, adjusting their stance and sinking into a squat.
Imogen shoves herself off the tree, strolling to the campfire and prodding the embers with a nearby stick. Otohan's gaze is heavy on her as Imogen turns and plops down onto Otohan's bedroll. She reaches for a crumpled sheet at the foot of the bedroll, likely kicked aside at some point.
"What're you doing out in the middle of the desert anyway?" Imogen shakes the blanket out, watching as a cloud of dust falls from the rough-cut hemline. "Last I heard, you were the moon's guard dog or somethin'," she says snidely, folding the cloth in half and over itself again neatly simply to do something with her hands. When she glances back to Otohan, they have not paused their routine, though they hold Imogen's gaze with a level stare.
"Is there a specific reason you're still gracing me with your company?" Otohan asks, ignoring Imogen's jab.
Imogen sets the sheet aside, considering why she did choose to sit down rather than simply leave. Otohan stands fully, shaking their legs out one at a time before lifting their arms over their head. They bend one elbow to clasp the opposite, leaning into the arc their arm creates to give their side a long stretch. Then, they swap arms and do the same with the opposite side.
Imogen admittedly watches, trailing her gaze from Otohan's fingertips down their arms, tracing over flexing biceps to broad shoulders.
It's strange to see a glimpse of Otohan's routine—to know that the person who ruthlessly killed Orym coincidentally has a similar habit of doing push-ups when they can't sleep.
"I guess it's sort of, I don't know, novel to see you just existing," she mutters, a subtle frown twisting her features.
Otohan audibly snorts. "Did you think I spend all my time standing around ominously?"
Imogen rolls her eyes as Otohan turns away, striding toward the largest tree (which really isn't saying much) in this patch of scraggly foliage. They swing their arms in a few wide but controlled arcs, then abruptly leap upward.
It's interesting—during that awful day in Bassuras, Imogen had assumed Otohan darted around the street using some modified form of flight, or maybe even with the contraption on their back. But without the heat of battle to distract, Imogen can plainly feel the source of Otohan's enhanced ability.
Imogen's own powers always come with a strange sort of lightness—a skin-tingling sensation that accompanies every arc of lightning and telekinetic shove. It's a feeling that races through her bloodstream and sparks on the back of her tongue, raising the hairs on her arms as all that power seemingly strains to escape her.
But with Otohan, their power has a palpable weight. In the second before Otohan jumps, when both their feet are planted on the ground, Imogen leans forward ever so slightly against her will, pulled in by a subtle sense of gravity that seems to originate from Otohan themself. When they launch themself upward, all that gathered force expands, sweeping over Imogen like shockwaves, burrowing into her bones and reverberating through her form. Otohan isn't weaving a spell with the mysterious magic assumedly shared by all Exaltants; they're shaping their will into a concentrated force and physically exerting it.
It's subtle, but in the late night quiet, every little nuance and fleeting sensation strikes like bells in Imogen's skull before ringing throughout her frame, leaving her strangely dizzy from the feeling of powers so different from her own, shared through the strange connection between them.
All so Otohan can cover an unnatural height in one leap and grab hold of one of the tree's thicker branches. They adjust their grip, and then they start doing pull-ups.
As Imogen shakes off the subtle, lingering sensation of Otohan's magic, flexing her fingers and swallowing as if to expel or smother it. She admittedly studies Otohan. She trails her eyes over markings her fingertips had already been acquainted with, matching the memory of how they had felt beneath her hands with the sight before her now. Twisting crimson scars splay out from beneath the straps of Otohan's shirt, spreading across their shoulders and climbing up the nape of their neck, shifting and writhing as the muscles beneath contract. Shrouded in darkness and dappled with moonlight, the markings glint like raw wounds against Otohan's dark skin.
"Now you're just showing off," Imogen drawls.
Otohan actually huffs a laugh at that. "This isn't showing off," they toss over their shoulder.
They hang there and adjust their grip until their hands are spread further than the width of their shoulders, and then they lift their legs, curling their knees up to their chest. Arms flexing, they slowly lean backward, rotating like a wheel and bringing their knees up through their arms. Extending their legs, they securely hook their knees over the branch and let go, keeping their elbows tucked close to their sides as they steadily lower themselves until they fully hang upside down.
"This is showing off," they say pointedly, tone flat even as the faintest smirk curls at the corner of their lips. They then do a literal sit-up, engaging their core and keeping their back as straight as they can as they slowly curl upward until their chin nearly touches their knees.
Imogen snorts aloud. "You're ridiculous," she says, vaguely bewildered by just how true the statement is as Otohan lowers themself and arches an eyebrow at her. Silver curls hang freely, exposing more of those crimson markings along the sides of Otohan's neck that would otherwise be concealed beneath their cloak and armor.
Otohan only shoots Imogen a subtle, shockingly playful smirk as they do another sit-up, then another. Imogen watches with furrowed brows, repressing a rebellious grin. Otohan's shirt shifts and falls little by little with each crunch, soon exposing their belly button, which protrudes ever so slightly.
"Oh my god, you have an outie," Imogen exclaims before she can stop herself.
Otohan pauses (still upside down), staring at Imogen in confusion as they stretch their arms and arch their back. "Yes?"
"Weird," Imogen murmurs—not that Otohan's belly button is weird, more so that knowing about it is oddly unnerving. It's yet more proof that Otohan is a person as much as they are a monster. "You can stop showing off now."
Otohan's bemused expression morphs into a smirk as they pointedly do another sit-up.
When they do yet another, Imogen exerts her own power, holding Otohan in place.
Otohan's eyebrows raise in surprise, but their smirk takes on a challenging tilt—that feral edge Imogen finds preferable simply because it's predictable.
As Otohan tries to push through, Imogen clenches her jaw and twists her fingers in the worn fabric of Otohan's bedroll, leaning forward slightly as she focuses on keeping Otohan held fast.
Slowly but surely, Otohan steadily curls upward. Abdominal muscles strain to fight the added pressure, and Otohan grits their teeth and breathes sharply through their nose with the effort. When it becomes apparent that Otohan will eventually break through, Imogen abruptly releases her hold over them.
Otohan grunts as they snap upward, nearly knocking their chin against their knees and losing their balance enough that they have to grip the branch with one hand to catch themself.
Imogen barks a surprised laugh and shoves herself upright, only to bend over when she can't quite stop laughing, stifled chuckles escaping between each lungful of air.
That invisible force, that strange sense of gravity, suddenly reasserts itself, clamping down around Imogen's navel and nearly yanking her feet out from under her as Otohan drags her across the short distance between them. The only reason she doesn't trip is that Otohan hastily catches her, hands momentarily unsure where to land from their odd angle but assuredly gripping her biceps once they do find purchase.
"You think you're so funny," Otohan huffs, and Imogen grins despite herself as she meets their weak glare, noting the way their eyes crinkle from a barely repressed smile.
"Says the one who's smiling," Imogen points out. She reaches out to tug one of those dangling curls before she can think better of it, and then she immediately wants to slap herself for doing something so stupidly silly.
"Now who's ridiculous," Otohan mutters. Yet they loosen their grip on Imogen's arms, fingers skimming up to weave through the ends of her hair. They don't tug, though they might just consider it, Imogen thinks, as Otohan's gaze darts all over her face, lingering on her lips.
Again, Imogen acts before she thinks. She leans in and gives Otohan a quick peck on the lips.
Otohan's vaguely amused expression falls into absolute bewilderment. Imogen's playfulness dies at the expression as reality rushes back in: yes, they are both ridiculous, but that fleeting, practically innocent kiss is downright preposterous.
Imogen flushes in embarrassment and starts to pull away, only for Otohan to slip their hands up and around to the back of her neck, tangling their fingers in her hair and tugging her back. Lips meet clumsily, slotting together rather awkwardly from the unfamiliar angle. Noses bump against chins as the two of them expel twin huffs of surprise—Imogen at Otohan and Otohan at their own actions, apparently.
Imogen automatically reaches up, fingers finding purchase in silver curls, thumbs swiping across the sharp hollows of Otohan's cheeks. It only takes a moment of adjustment before awkwardness morphs to assurance, before hands grip tight and lips move with purpose. It's ridiculous, and Imogen doesn't allow herself to linger on that fact as she kisses Otohan back.
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no one asked, but here we go:
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every spop-centered AU i have so far ( most of them are not public and just live in my brain or in some discord chat )
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Virtues Universe - A universe that centers around Adora and Catra's ( positive ) sisterly relationship, Catra joining the Rebellion alongside her sister. Includes Adonnie and Catfuma ( Adora x Lonnie, Catra x Perfuma ) and Adora becoming a Rebellion Leader before becoming She-Ra ( in s2 ). I think this is the one AU I have where Catra isn't a bad person, lol.
Her Heart Universe - A universe where Adora is an alien on Earth, and is in the care of Mara and Razz. Includes learning values, social struggles, and episodic stories turning into a serialized "we gotta get our shit together or die" story.
Two Suns Universe - A universe where the key sibling relationship is Adora and Kyle, rather than Adora and Catra. Includes loving siblings, redemption arcs, Crimson Waste Kyle, and Kyle x Rogelio x Bow. Lots of Kyle love.
The Wilted Flower Universe - A universe where Adora's 'dead' ( bc Catra ), but her spirit resides, and She-Ra has taken over her form, desperate to keep her wielder alive. Includes a lot of violence, arguing, and blood, as She-Ra is unhinged in this universe and I love it. Not self-cest or a She-Ra x Adora AU, don't be weird.
Pearl Of The Sea Universe - A universe where Adora is a mermaid and Entrapta finds her in her boss' lab. Includes lovers to enemies to ??? ( entrapdak ), found family, and typical corrupted workforce.
Until It Ends Universe - A universe where Adora suffers from amnesia, She-Ra is an unknown entity, and the only thing she remembers is the Sword of Protection and is meant to serve it and its legacy. Includes folklore, forming friendships, ??? to enemies ( catra ), and discovering lost memories. Inspired by BOTW.
Ready To Go Universe - A modern universe where Adora and co use social media to boost their cafe's reputation. Includes Angella being Adora's mother figure, long distance relationships, found family ( again ), and cutting ties.
The Ghost Of Her Universe - A universe where Adora is a ghost, and a friend of hers tries to figure out how she died. And Glimmer and Bow are there too. Includes abusive background, manipulation of the higher-ups ( SW and Catra don't talk about why she died ), and friendly, but sad ghost.
To Be Loved Universe - A universe in the process of being reworked, but is essentially a s5 rewrite ( with some rewritten details of previous seasons ), and Adora is allowed to swear. Incluces Catra being a cunt and getting told to fuck off, rebuilding friendships, and an unexpected pairing.
Can't Sleep Universe - A universe focused around my c*tradora kid, Elizabeth Randor ( Izzy ), who is very bitter and angry with her parents ( mostly Catra ). Includes abuse, divorce arc ( that's a thing, apparently ), and healing.
The Whispering Woods Universe - A universe where Adora is raised by Madame Razz and Light Hope and is a fierce protector of the Whispering Woods, setting up traps and making spells. She-Ra most likely doesn't exist in this AU. Includes learning about the past, Grandma // Grandkid dynamic, and Adora being a nerd.
Desert's Flowers Universe - A universe where Entrapta raises Adora instead after the little one runs away from the Horde. Includes loving mother, family to complicated, strangers to allies to friends to ??? to enemies ( entrapdak again ), and Horde Prime being a douche.
The Lightning's Song Universe - A universe where Adora was locked away in the Prison Dimension for 100 years, and is considered a 'corrupted heroine'. However, Glimmer and Bow decide to unleash her, hoping she'd be their best bet against the Horde. Includes discovering the truth, unhinged rageful Adora ( we stan ), and earning trust.
The Soulmates Universe - A more historian universe where Adora and Bow have to fake-marry for social reasons, and struggle with internalized queerphobia as they fall in love with people that aren't each other. Includes best friends, what love really means, and identity metaphors.
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Cross-Over Universes
Danganronpa - Adora is the Ultimate Warrior, who may be considered the 'second Mukuro', depending on who you ask. Is best friends with Sakura and Hina ( including others ).
Teen Titans - Adora gets involved in a freak accident and is sent to the TT universe and joins the group. Adora x Starfire is a thing.
Sonic the Hedgehog - Light-hearted fun, mainly just Adora thinking Sonic is really cool and vice-versa.
Mario - Again, simply light-hearted fun, Adora thinks Peach is amazing and has her as an idol.
Voltron - I know. I know. But she'd be best friends with Lance, and that's all the reason I need.
almost all AUs feature Catra getting her ass whooped.
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akatsuki-shin · 1 year
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Fall of the Crimson Flower: Act VII Cast Preview - Xie Wang
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Leader of the "Scorpions," a mysterious tribe said to live deep in the desert of Huangsha and the most dangerous of all.
They are feared not only by the people of the Central Plains, but also by their fellow Barbarians.
Much like nobody knows his true name, nobody knows how the presiding Scorpion King could've known the Qingya's Minister of Revenue, whom he always addressed as "Yifu" in an infatuated manner.
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"Fall of the Crimson Flower" is a " A “Word of Honor - WenZhou War Lords AU” collaboration project between @brilcrist​ and @akatsuki-shin​
You can also follow our updates here on Twitter.
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ladyanaconda · 5 months
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Don Alessio Carouso
This is from an AU I thought of while chatting on Discord. 
The circumstances of his rise to power are tragic. Having served Crimson faithfully for almost two decades, the Imp repaid him by killing his beloved wife Bianca because he thought she'd made Alessio weak. Of course, Alessio killed Crimson on the spot when he found him over the body of his wife. As if that wasn't enough, a few months later his mother and children were involved in a car accident caused by a rival mob. Giulia, who was five months old at the time, was the only survivor.  
Since Crimson had no heir, as Moxxie had deserted, Alessio took over the organization. Under his leadership, the Carouso Family recovered and went into a golden age—not sure if it's possible in real life, but here he changed the Knolastname name to completely cut ties with Crimson. Unlike his 'predecessor', Alessio was patient and didn't lose his temper over the smallest things. He's a severe but just leader.
The loss of his wife, mother and older son changed him. Alessio became more ruthless, cold and seemingly emotionally detached. However, there's a softer side to him that only his daughter ever sees—he's a loving, devoted father. Giulia's the only light left in his life, and as such Alessio is quite overprotective, even more than in the Helluva Dad AU.
Let me know if you'd like me to explore this AU more
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humankarkat · 1 month
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Monster Of The Week bullshit please 👀
Oooooh MOTW is a really fun one with a whole lot of lore, buckle up.
It's a full AU my girlfriend and I are fleshing out, that's set like a 90's monster of the week style tv show, a la X-Files or Buffy The Vampire Slayer or something. But, see, the twist is that the entire ghost crew ARE the monsters.
Hera is a real ass space alien who has a cloaking device to disguise herself as human. I felt like the standard twilek alien design wasn't extreme enough for this AU, though, so she's like. A big ol' bug alien, six limbs, chitin, the works. When she has her glamour on, though, she's like, a 5'3" little ginger in pigtail braids. Chopper is her robot assistant, disguised as a corgi. Kanan and Ezra are mediums who can see and talk to ghosts. Sabine is an escaped government super soldier experiment who has super human strength. Zeb is Bigfoot. They all live in an RV called the Ghost and go on adventures across the continental united states in the mid-90's, all while trying to avoid the dedicated FBI agent on their tail, Agent Kallus.
There's a whole lot of fun swaps and modernization that we've been working on, like Attolon being an abandoned military test center in the middle of the New Mexico desert, or Maul being Mothman, or Grand Admiral Thrawn being a real-ass vampire. The Phantom is a Mini Cooper. Lyste is a small town cop from Ezra's hometown. Ahsoka's a park ranger in the middle of West Virginia, and also a different kind of space alien. There's a government conspiracy to use mediums for military experiments. It's a hoot.
Speaking of Attolon and Vampire Thrawn, every time I write a snippet of him, it ends up getting very horror-y, which I think is rather appropriate for him. At Attolon, I felt it would be very thematically relevant and a lot more high-stakes for Sato's self-sacrifice to go... a little differently.
“I can get you that opening,” Sato said quietly.  Hera looked over at him. There was a look of resolve on his face that suddenly made her very nervous. “Sato, what are you doing?”  He stood and peeked around the doorframe that was his cover. “Whatever you do,” he said, his eyes set firmly somewhere on the line of feds in front of them, “make sure Ezra gets out.”  “Jun, wait,” Hera called, but he'd already stepped out from his cover and started towards his target, gun drawn. “Jun!” “What's he doing?” Called Zeb, firing a few shots off to try and cover him.  As Sato approached the barricade, the gunfire paradoxically slowed, the officers hesitating at the bold-faced confidence and single-minded purpose of the man walking towards them. The setting sun glinted off the hilt of his gun as he raised it, and, with a single resounding shot, fired one bullet directly into Konstantine’s head. The General's body seemed to fall in slow motion as every soldier in front of them fell silent.  Silent enough that the crunch of Sato’s windpipe was audible when the Admiral seemed to appear out of the darkness itself to latch his jaws around his throat.  Silent enough for Mart’s strangled cry of despair to ring in the air, Zeb too slow to shield him from the scene.  Sato’s gun slipped from his grip with a clatter. His eyes were wide and glassy as the color drained from his face and out through the gaping wound in his neck, painting Thrawn's uniform a gruesome crimson. The two tumbled to the ground, and through her haze of disbelief Hera realized that Thrawn’s attention was now solely focused on the twitching body beneath him, and the soldiers surrounding them were too stunned to fill the gap left by Konstantine.  “Ezra, go now!” Hera hissed into the radio.
Anyways I have so many thoughts all the time about MOTW, there's so much more to it than this and it's nowhere near something postable but I'm always willing to talk about it lmao
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raticalshoez · 1 year
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Something about the desert.
Aka; Desert Duo in an AU I’m making because I am excited for the next life series
Also drew fanart of @seanagtala​‘s Crimson Trails AU because it makes me insane
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