#SHE WENT HIGH E ABOVE HIGH C

[lxkeee]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

-PART THREE

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Daddy issues.

Notes: Fun fact... The reason I titled this as two sides of the same coin as I was originally planning on making the reader being Azrael's wife and would be [y/n] Eveningstar as Azrael's last name would be Eveningstar 🧍but decided not to lmao.

PART TWO | PART FOUR | NAVIGATION

Charlie stood nervously at the podium, angels above her already judging her. Her eyes noticed the door to the courtroom opens, a familiar angel she met awhile ago, an angel that looked like her father. Xavier was it? If she remembered correctly. She watched as the boy flew up and took his position on the other side of Sera, Emily on the other side of the woman, the older woman in between the two young seraphims.

Charlie could feel the [e/c] orbs staring at her as the boy looked down on her (literally as he was sitting above her).

The meeting began.

Charlie was really hoping to win these angels over, hopefully her brother could help.

But she was slowly getting more and more nervous as the boy looked like he was getting bored from this meeting, the meeting clearly didn't meet his expectations.

Xavier just looked down, eyes half-lidded as he looked at the girl with boredom. All he could see is a plan without enough foundation to work, baseless claims that the hotel will work.

What annoys him is that this is the very same ambition his father proposed years ago. He wasn't there during the meeting but his mother told him about it.

The idea is ridiculous. Sinners were given a chance to live an honest and good life but decided to mess it up and now they're looking for a way to redeem themselves?

Xavier was close to falling asleep in the middle of it, suddenly something caught his interest. Emily, Charlotte, and Sera were arguing but Lute and Adam suddenly butted into the conversation and managed to slip up and revealed a secret.

“A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month... gotta say I can't wait to... Come down and exterminate you.” Adam says mockingly along with Lute.

Xavier's eyes widened, jaw dropping. Looking around to see if he heard it right and base on the others reaction, he heard it right.

The rest of the meeting went by a blur, another secret was revealed and Vaggie, Charlotte's lover was a former exorcist and is a fallen angel.

Frankly, he doesn't care about that. Xavier can only cover his mouth in shock, still in disbelief that these killings are happening without the others knowing.

Heaven is a lie.

Charlie looked at her supposed brother, a slight surprised look on his face. Clearly in disbelief. She couldn't tell if he's mad or not.

Oh, he's mad alright. Mad that a lie this big has been hidden away.

Beyond furious, Xavier glared at Sera. Charlotte and her lover were teleported back to hell after a snap of Adam's fingers.

Killing of souls, damned or not they have no reason for doing this.

Xavier decided to attend the court meeting, curious what fantastic or foolish ideas his half sister had to show them. He didn't expect that this meeting ended up revealing a very heavy secret.

Currently he is comforting Emily as the girl glares at Sera, “Please, if you start to question... You could end up like Lucifer... Fallen.” Sera says, her voice trembling slightly.

Xavier's glare hardened when the older woman mentioned a certain man he hated, Xavier just glared at Sera as the woman gave Emily a kiss on her forehead, he doesn't like how the high Seraphim is hiding a secret this big.

“Xavier.” Sera calls out to him sternly, the boy just gave the woman a raised eyebrow as his face returns to being emotionless. Sera felt chills running down her spine, Lucifer's face is unfortunately plastered on this boy's face, the fallen angel was his father after all.

“I hope you don't tell anyone about this. Especially your mother.” She pleaded and Xavier scoffs, a slight mischievous smile on his face, “Or what? Gonna cast me out to like what you did with my birth father?” he asked sarcastically, Sera's eye twitched.

“Of course, not. That isn't an enough reason to cast you out. Just... Please don't tell her.” the woman explained and Xavier scoffs.

“I love my mother and I can't bear to lie to her face, she already had enough of that. Just expect that this will reach the seven's soon.” He explained before eventually flying down and leaving the courtroom, not giving the woman a chance to speak.

Sera wanted to reach out and stop the boy but he was already gone, lowering her hand slowly. Sighing. He really is Lucifer's son, stubborn.

After all, the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree.

They're just lucky that [y/n] was able to raise the boy properly and was able to inherit most of his mom's personality. The looks however, are unfortunately from his dad.

Sera sighs again. Mentally preparing about the possibilities of what will happen if the seven virtues' know about this.

Charlie's mind was a mess after that meeting, Vaggie gave her some time and space to process everything of what happened.

She can't believe the love of her life is a fallen angel and worse, an ex exorcist! She hid something this big from her! And on top of that, she has a half older brother in heaven?!

Charlie groans, going underneath the covers as she lies on the bed.

She knows the older boy didn't lie as he literally had her father's face except for the eyes and height but everything else was an exact replica. Charlie can't help but be jealous, she could tell how much better the boy was compared to her, the boy carried an air of authority around him.

She feels guilty, she's not stupid. Her dad had that boy while he was in heaven and obviously with someone else, another angel.

Charlie wonders what kind of life her half brother is living up there?

What she does know is that the boy harbors some kind of hatred for her and her family. The boy didn't fully express it but Charlie could feel it, the bubbling rage beneath his exterior when he saw her.

She'll have to ask her dad about this later, once she's mentally okay.

Xavier returned back home, the mansion empty as his mother is away, and they don't have any servants as they prefer a quiet life.

Walking to the living room, his eyes gazed at the large portrait that was displayed on the wall of the living room—a portrait of him and his mom. Him standing at her side while she sat on a regal chair, both of them matching clothes—their heaven uniforms.

His eyes softened, he felt exhausted. Training with his uncle, meeting his half sister, and a secret Sera hid was revealed.

He can't wait for her to come back home, he needed to tell her all about this.

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If your still taking requests, could you do a Clarisse x Fem Child of Aphrodite reader who was a cheerleader before coming to camp and still has her uniform.

She remembers she has it and trys it on, it still fits and she feels nostalgic so she goes somewhere secluded to practice her old cheers. Doing all the tricks and blackflips.

Meanwhile Clarisse wants to see her favorite girl but can't find her so she goes looking and finds reader doing all that stuff?

Thanks! - Marshmellow🤍

- 1! 2! Ready go! -

Pairings - Clarisse Larue x Fem! cheerleader! Reader

An - this is my last request YALL should do totes send more

You had done cheer since you could remember. Elementary, middle school, basketball, competition and football cheer, even to your freshman year of high-school.

That all changed though when you had been claimed by your godly parent. You figured only a summer at camp would be sufficient and you could go back to your old school and continue cheer! That back fired however After a group of monsters attack a cheer camp you went too.

You didn’t mind at first, giving up the sport. But now sitting on your bed holding your old cheer uniform you couldn’t help but miss the sport. Some of your favorite memories were made in it after all.

An idea soon came to you however. If you put it on and did a few tricks it wouldn’t hurt right..?. Only one way to find out.

A little tight around the chest, and the skirt was much smaller than you last remembered, the uniform still fit perfectly. Throwing on a pair of white tennis shoes and pulling your hair back into a signature ponytail with a bow you ran out your cabin.

——

The arena was empty as most campers were off playing capture the flag, conveniently your ‘ankle still hurt’ so you were allowed to sit out.

You let out a deep breath and adjusted your grip on your pompoms. Mentally prepping yourself before counting off. “1-2.. 1234——

“ Go team! Go team!

Who do we mean?

We'll say it loud,

Because we're proud.

P-A-N-T-H-E-R-S!

Panther pride! Panther pride!

We're steppin' up, so step aside!

We're the best; we're here to win

Panther power's here again!”

The feeling of doing an old cheer brought back an old sense of adrenaline. You shook your pompoms above your head with a wide smile.

“V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!

We're gonna win the game

And you wanna know why?

'Cause we've got spirit

And we're riding high, so

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!”

Tossing the pompoms aside you let out a deep breath. Doing a round off back hand spring while sticking the landing you panted. It had been a while since you had last some the tricks showing you were out of practice.

In the distance you heart a slow clapping. Looking over nervously you saw clarisse sitting on the bench near by you. “Why didn’t you ever tell me I was dating a cheerleader? I mean damn there’s something’s I’d like to brag about” she teased making her way over to you, grabbing your waist and admiring your uniform

“You brag to much as it is you don’t need another thing to add to that list” you gave her a slight unamused look. “And by your good attitude I take it you won?”

Clarisses grin confirmed your suspicions. She kissed you, once again squeezing your waist slightly. “Yeah you definitely won” you smiled.

“Obivously, you really think I was just gonna let annabeth embarrass my cabin again? No fucking way— ” with one final squeeze to your waist Clarisse started to lead you out of the arena.

You tried to stop her mainly because of how exposed you were in your uniform but the other woman didn’t seem to really care.

YN - Clarisse half My Ass is out let me go change

Clarisse - nah it’s fine besides you look cute in your uniform

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 3

PART 1 , PART 2

A/N :

I am speeding because I will have to leave for a few days after this. But inspiration is flowing without a doubt... i need help-- its too early for the romance to ensue, but i headcanon that jingyuan is hella flirty when he wants to be, especially if its someone he knows. so have some fluff before the upcoming dread-- comments to improve are really appreciated ! requests are opened too ! we're gonna get through the xianzhou plot one by one, so bare with me !

"Haha ! That couldn't possibly be true !" a white haired woman laughed as she shared drinks with another.

"I'm serious !" (Y/n) heard her own voice say.

Who...is this woman...? This...beautiful and slender woman, who had strength of a thousand soldiers. Who had lovely moon-gazed hair. And bright red eyes that felt as if they could pierce the heart with a mere glance.

But those eyes were warm and inviting, as the figure sat before her, a small cup filled with clear liquid between her dainty fingers. Her eyes shone brightly, in contrast to the moon that shone soothingly above their heads.

"Jingliu, I'm serious ! Stop laughing !" she heard her past self, (Dan Jia, was it ?) say.

She saw her own fist slam against the table, rocking more laughter from the woman in front of her. The Vidyadhara woman looking frustrated.

"Baiheng ! Help me out here !" She said, looking to her right where there was a purple Foxian lady sitting, leaning against the table with a cup in her hands too.

"Jingliu...it's not nice to torture this poor soul who couldn't even confess her feelings for a man we all know too well..." the Foxian, Baiheng said, tutting like a mother.

Then the two women howled in laughter, loving the redness that spread on (Y/n)'s face. She groaned in return, putting a hand to her blazing cheek.

"That...you're not helping at all." she sighed, feeling her cheeks get red and hot. Then they heard footsteps from afar, and all of them turned to look.

"Having fun I see ? And without invitation ?" A white haired man with warm golden eyes said, nearing the three women. Jing Yuan, she recognized.

And he wasn't alone, as there were another two men by his side.

One side, was a beautiful man with the brightest teal eyes anyone would see, and matching horns perched on his head. Dan Feng, as she recalled from her past memories. And another...was...the master swordsmith.

A man with vibrant red eyes and long straight white hair held up with a hair stick. He looked ever beautiful, with that gracious smile on his lips as he quietly approached the drinking women.

"Psst ! Dan Jia ! Cover your cheeks !" Jingliu whispered and earned a slap on her back by past (Y/n).

"Is something the matter ? You are awfully red, Dan Jia..." the elegant man said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear, noticing a glass hairpin that held up her hair.

"Oh ! You're wearing the glass hairpin I made for you. It looks great on you."

(Y/n) felt herself stiffen, and her face heated up even more. Then she heard a man cough into his hand. "Yingxing, keep your hands to yourself, please." Dan Feng said, looking quite unpleased with the way...Yingxing was touching past (Y/n).

"Protective, huh ?" Baiheng said with a soft laugh. "Don't worry, your baby sister isn't going anywhere anytime soon, High-Elder~"

"The healer for the High-Cloud Quintet...no squad can fully function without a healer like her..." Jing Yuan said, plopping himself down between (Y/n) and Jingliu, taking a cup for himself.

Jingliu protested, shouting at him and the rest of them laughed.

"If only we were still together at present day..." a haunting voice said, before everything went dark.

"(Y/n)...? (Y/n), we're here..." a soft and deep voice called out, shaking her shoulder.

(Y/n) opened her (e/c) eyes as she sat up straight. It seemed that she had fallen asleep on Jing Yuan's shoulder in the starskiff on the way to the alchemy commission. Ah, how embarrassing !

"You slept for centuries, yet here you are, still napping away." Jing Yuan chuckled as he looked at (Y/n) who rubbed her eyes with red cheeks. "I understand. It must've been hard for you to suddenly be up and moving."

As (Y/n) got out of the ship, holding onto Jing Yuan's hand, she looked at the bustling area before her. "This...isn't the alchemy commission, isn't it...?" she asked.

It was way too lively with people and looked like a place for socials. There were even buildings and apartments looming in the area, stalls and shops as far as the eye can see. But as far as she remembered, even all those centuries ago, the alchemy commission had a large crucible.

"No no, this isn't the alchemy commission. I changed destinations. This is the Central Starskiff Haven." Jing Yuan told her, holding her hand as they walked.

"When you were asleep I received a call from the Helm Master, Madam Yukong. I need to head to the Seat of Divine Foresight. I'll also need to see the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan." Jing Yuan said, shaking his head. He put his hand to his head, chuckling softly.

His shaggy bangs moved as he shook his head, something she found very...cute for some reason. She just...wanted to touch his hair a little. Would it be a crime...? To do so...?

(Y/n)...couldn't help it. She was just so entranced by this man. She couldn't help it, he was so...beautiful for a man. Even in her dreams, he was still the same man.

He was indeed tall, perhaps towering over 180cm. And she thought she was already tall with the heels beneath her feet.

But she got closer to him and he noticed, stopping in his tracks. She reached out her hand, and tucked a strand of white hair behind his ear. And as she did, she took the opportunity to brush away his silver locks away from his eyes, gazing into those beautiful honey colored eyes, gasping softly at the beautiful sight before her.

And the surprising part was when he leaned into her touch, a small smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy the attention she was giving him. A light sound rumbled in his throat, as he gazed at her with those alluring eyes of his.

Was that purring...?!

"So, how is my hair, princess~? Soft ?" he purred delightedly, bringing a hand to touch the hand that held his face tenderly.

(Y/n) snapped out of it and pulled her hand back, her face beaming into a bright red. Then only she realized the eyes peering around them, all of them, men and women alike, blushing as they watched the affectionate interaction between the general of the Luofu and a Vidyadhara woman in public.

"It's...it's very soft. Like a kitten's fur..." (Y/n) muttered softly before Jing Yuan laughed heartily, taking her hand once more, turning as they continued to walk down the alley.

"Would you like to follow me to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? You could try jog your memory there with all the documents. You could also read anything you'd like in there." Jing Yuan said, bringing the smaller woman with him.

(Y/n) nodded, sounding quite pleased with the idea of reading articles to try remember who she once was. Since she hadn't died and still had access to some of her memories, perhaps that she could know and regain more there.

And perhaps...she could learn more about herself. The information she so desperately needed. Maybe she could trigger her memories ?

"Jing Yuan...who was I back then ?" (Y/n) asked, recalling that he called her the younger sister of the High Elder of the Vidyadhara. She didn't want to overexcite herself, but was she someone important ?

"In fact, you were quite important back in the day. Before your sentence, you were the Head Healer of the alchemy commission. You were...the main healer of the knights who were constantly at war, fighting the mara-struck abominations." Jing Yuan said as they walked towards the jetty that would lead them to the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"Unlike the High Elder who was actively on the battlefields, you stayed back to heal the wounded. You were...more of the support type, never one to fight unless the other party was down on the ground needing your help. But that doesn't mean you couldn't hit someone if you really wanted to." he chuckled and she chuckled lightly at that too.

She was slowly regaining her former memories. Everything that Jing Yuan told her, felt right and in place. So she knew he wasn't lying. Well, there wasn't anything he wanted to lie about anyway. It seemed that...while her body didn't die, her mind did, granting her...another person with the same body and memories.

"What was I...sentenced for...?" (Y/n) asked softly as she saw Jing Yuan tense up slightly. Then he looked at her with a smile.

"There's no need for you to worry about that, princess. That was the sins past you had to suffer. No need to dwell on it now."

As much as he wanted her to remember, as much as he wanted her to recall those lost memories, he couldn't. He couldn't let her bear the weight of what her past self did. Not when she was reborn anew.

And he would do all he could to protect the only person he had from all those times back. Protect her to ensure she wouldn't leave. So she wouldn't leave him like all the others.

The two didn't say anything anymore. It seemed that her question really caught him off guard since he was deep in thought after answering her. And it seemed that it wasn't a good ending too from the way he squeezed her hand.

"Hey...I'm sorry." (Y/n) said, squeezing his hand a little as they arrived at the port, waiting for a starskiff to escort them. She looked really guilty, feeling as if she had ruined the whole mood.

But Jing Yuan looked at her with a warm smile on his lips. He raised his free hand to ruffle her lovely (h/c) hair with a laugh rumbling down his throat. "No need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. It's by nature to want to know, right ?"

"So why are we heading to the Seat of Divine Foresight ? Something about the Helm Master." (Y/n) asked as a starskiff arrived, the guard on post bowing to Jing Yuan and stared at the beautiful woman he brought with her.

"We have some...unexpected guests on the Luofu. And a Stellaron hunter on the loose." Jing Yuan said, before looking at (Y/n), a serious gaze in his eyes.

"He goes by the name....Blade."

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[gunnerfc]

Laia Codina NSFW Alphabet (18+, Minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Laia will have a bath or shower ready the moment you’ve fully calmed down

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Laia’s favorite body part is her hands, for a few reasons but mainly because she loves wrapping her fingers around your throat

Her favorite body part of yours is your legs, she loves having them wrapped around her body when she’s fucking you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

The second she’s done going down on you, she’s kissing you hard so you can get a taste

D: Dirty Secret 

Wants to experiment with having semi public sex, like in the car somewhere

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She’s experienced but not a lot when it comes to being the more dominant person in the bedroom so that has been a learning curve that she has overcome quickly

F: Favorite Position 

Whatever position she can comfortably wrap her hand around your neck works for her

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Both, but Laia was more giggly in the beginning because she was unsure of what to do when she was giving but as time passed and she got more comfortable, she’s become more serious

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

She is very intimate during sex despite some of the harsher acts that happen (re: light choking)

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Will talk you through it & tell you what to do and when, either on the phone or in person

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Choking, either being choked or doing the choking but lightly

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere works for her! if it can happen, it’s gonna happen

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Hearing you speak Spanish, regardless if it’s your native language or not, she finds it very attractive

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She’s not opposed to anything really, if you want to try something she’s willing to try it once

If you both like it, then it is something you can continue exploring

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Laia loves giving, sometimes it’s the only thing she wants to do, and doesn’t care about receiving anything

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

It’s a mix but leans more towards fast and rough on most occasions

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Big fan! you two have had so many quickies that you’ve become a pro at having quick sex when you’re in a rush for something

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is! As mentioned above, if you come to her wanting to try something new, she’s open to it

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two can go for many rounds, sometimes trying to do one more than the time before

T: Toys 

When toys are used, you both love to use a double-ended strap so you both are receiving at the same time

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You both tease each other very often in the bedroom

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Laia will be loud every time unless you’re somewhere you need to be quiet

She knows how to control her volume

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

Laia didn’t know she was into choking (either way) until it accidentally happened when she slid her hand up your body towards your neck and lightly squeezed. She almost panicked but then she heard you moan and something clicked for her

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s high, it’s like she can’t get enough

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends, if you two had a busy day and went for longer more intense rounds, she’ll fall asleep quicker than other times

#woso x reader #awfc x reader #espwnt x reader #laia codina #laia codina x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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Got Milk?

Clark Kent x plus size reader

When Y/N’s milk supply is running too high after Jon’s birth, Clark comes to the rescue.

Warnings: SMUT, lactation kink, established relationship, grinding, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise, size kink (Clark is huge in all the right places), aftercare

WC: 2.4k

Minors DNI

Clark smiled lovingly down at the small bundle in the crib he himself once slept in some 30 odd years ago. Jon’s little lips were still puckered up, even after his dinner. Laying a light kiss to his soft forehead, Clark turned on the baby monitor. Then, he walked to the other side of the room where Conner had set up his own bed of couch cushions and blankets, not wanting to leave his infant brother alone for even a second.

After giving his eldest a once over to make sure he was tucked in and comfy, he snuck from the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. With a quick glance down the hall, he confirmed that his mother’s door was closed and her light off before he crept to the last room at the back of the small farmhouse.

A soft orange glow still emanated from under the door, illuminating the old carpet Martha refused to replace. “You know, I expected you to be asleep by now.” He spoke quietly to her as he entered his childhood bedroom, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere that had settled over the home.

Y/N looked up from her book, her e/c eyes half lidded with exhaustion, wearing one of Clark’s flannels. “Was waiting for you.” Her voice slurred with sleep and if he wasn’t mistaken, a slight tinge of pain. “Uh huh.” He said skeptically, stepping further into the room so he could get ready to join her in bed. 

“And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re obviously in pain?” He raised a dark eyebrow at her, blue eyes flicking down to her generous chest that she was doing her very best not to touch. Y/N sighed, flopping backwards onto the many pillows behind her. Clark just chuckled and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“I feel like Jon isn’t eating enough.” She murmured behind her hands, her plump body wiggling as her husband crawled on top of her, settling between her thick thighs. He rested his weight on his left hand which was planted firmly beside her head, while he cupped her wide hip with his right, rubbing soothing circles into her skin with his thumb.

Y/N relaxed below him, comforted by the familiar weight of her giant husband and the heat that his toned body radiated at all times. Her soft arms wound around his muscular neck, palms settling on his shoulder blades. “No matter how much he eats, I still feel so full.” Clark’s full lips turned up into a cheeky smirk. “Oh shut up Kent, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“I know sunshine.” He kissed her forehead gently and allowed his hips to relax into hers, his half-hard cock connecting with her covered mound. “Is there any way I can help?” A small moan slipped past her lips.

“’m not sure.” She muttered, purposefully burying her head in the crook of his neck to avoid his gaze. But Clark could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and hear the way her pulse picked up in speed, indicating she was lying, turned on, or both. “Are you sure? Because I think you know.”

His voice dropped an octave, near growling now as he let his hand wander up her soft stomach, coming to rest just below the fatty tissue of her breast. “I think you want daddy to help you, take away all this pain hmm.” Y/N gasped as he pressed harder into her, feeling his entire length against her pussy now. Her body thrummed with desire as he went still above her, teasing her.

“Clark please.” His warm lips traveled down her jaw, nipping at her skin. “Tell me sunshine, tell me what you want daddy to do.” Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs, soaking through her flimsy panties. Her back arched up from the mattress and wrapped her legs around his hips. 

Clark rolled his pelvis down into her and felt her wetness through his sweatpants. “Fuck sunshine, is that all for me?” He knew how desperate she was, he could feel it bleeding into the air, feel it in the way she dug her nails into his skin, trying to pull him closer. She was getting lost in the feeling of him against her after so long, her stomach already tied in knots for what she knew was about to come.

Her hips bucked below him, forcing the tip of his cock to brush her throbbing clit. “Fuck!” She cursed, biting down on her lip in a vain attempt to keep quiet. “Please daddy, please.” His teeth sunk into her throat, moaning against her skin as they moved in rhythm. The push and pull of their bodies was exquisite but Clark pulled away, making his wife whine in protest.

“Tell daddy how he can help you, little one.” But her lips remained sealed, refusing to tell him what he already knew she wanted. “Do you want daddy to drink from you? To drain your full tits?” He let her drag his hips back down for only a second, granting her momentary reprieve before rising up once more. 

Y/N clenched around nothing as her mind began to go hazy. “Let daddy drink your milk sunshine, let me fill my tummy.” His lips connected back to her neck, nipping the delicate skin as he spoke, encouraging his perfect little wife to answer him. “Yes daddy yes.” She chanted, taking no notice of how Clark’s fingers slipped into the spaces between the buttons of her shirt until he pulled and the room was filled with the sound of tearing fabric.

“It’s ok sunshine, let daddy do all the thinking for you. Just relax and let me take care of you.” He cooed and placed a quick peck to her lips. Kneeling between her spread legs, Clark cupped her engorged breasts, lightly tracing the darker skin of her areolas with his thumb. “Oh darlin’, these must hurt so bad huh.” 

The usually soft flesh was almost rock hard with milk, the skin straining under their weight. Giving her left tit a delicate squeeze, a droplet of liquid gold gathered on the tip of her nipple. Y/N whimpered to something of the affirmative, her eyelids fluttering shut when his warm mouth finally enveloped her breast.

Clark groaned as the almost almond milk flavour washed over his taste buds. “Fuck.” He growled. “Tastes so good sunshine.” “G-god.” Y/N trembled underneath him, desperately grasping any part of his body she could, finally settling on burying her fingers in his black curls. Her ankles locked across his pert ass as he continued to feed from her, his other hand massaging her other side, droplets of milk flowing over his fingers.

Y/N’s head thrashed against the pillows, furiously tugging at his hair in a feeble attempt to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure. The pressure in her boobs slowly released but she needed more. “Cla-ark, need you in me.” She whimpered, nudging down his sweatpants with her heel. 

He reluctantly released her tit, droplets of milk still clinging to the corner of his swollen lips. “Ok sunshine, lemme prep you first.” She shook her head, pulling his face back up to her own. “Please.” If he had been standing, Clark’s knees would have buckled with the need in her tone, her blind lust for him.

Their tongues tangled together as they took off the remainder of their clothes, tossing them on the floor to be dealt with later. “You ready sunshine?” He asked, needing to double check before he lost all control. One hand was at the base of his dick, tightly squeezing as he tried to keep a level head, guiding the uncut tip to her weeping hole. “Take me daddy.” She sobbed into his chest as he finally pushed into her, his god-like cock prying her apart.

Y/N couldn’t breathe as he finally settled above her, filling her to the brim. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You’re taking it so well darlin’.” Puffs of air escaped her lips. She could practically feel him in her lungs. It had been so long since he allowed himself to fill her completely, to push her body to the absolute limits with just his cock. His chest filled with pride knowing it was him who could bring her such pleasure just by being inside her, unmoving.

“Good girl, sunshine.” He murmured into her h/c hair, resting on his forearms that caged her head against the pillow. She was clenching so tightly around him, he could feel the beat of her heart and it was driving him crazy. But he didn’t move, letting her adjust to his size while his lips traveled back down to her chest, lathering her with delicate kisses, licking up the remnants of her milk that had escaped his hungry mouth.

She whined as the light stubble along her husband’s jaw scrapped her skin, leaving behind a delicious burn that only aided in tying the knot of ecstasy in her stomach even tighter. “Move.” She gasped out, unable to form more words than that. His thrusts were gentle at first, merely a roll of his hips that made Y/N moan loudly into the air.

Clark’s hand slapped over her mouth, ears straining in case they had woken up anybody in the house. When he realised that the others slumbered on, he breathed a sigh of relief. “You gotta be quiet, sunshine. Can you do that for me?” He expected her to agree, resorting to biting her perfect lips to keep her sounds of pleasure contained but she shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Ok, is it alright if I try something?” She nodded at that, trusting him entirely. Resting on his heels, he pulled her thighs over his hips so her lower back bowed off the bed. Her hands shot to his forearms, digging her nails into them as she suppressed a whimper. His cock was pressed perfectly against her g-spot, sending shockwaves through her body.

Clark’s jaw clenched as her pussy fluttered around him, internally cursing. “Open.” He growled, tapping her lips with his index finger. She obeyed him dutifully, letting her jaw drop open and her tongue loll out like she would when presented with his cock. A smirk came over his face, blue eyes sparkling with lust. “There’s a good girl.”

Two of his thick fingers were laid on her tongue and she did not hesitate to suck them down, her lips sealing around them. The bed frame shook as his pace picked up once more, driving deeply into her. Y/N’s nostrils flared, her breath hitching every time he buried himself to the hilt. Confident that she would not make any more noise, Clark let his head fall back to her breasts, this time taking the other nipple in his mouth to resume his meal.

Y/N’s mind went blank. Her cunt burned with the stretch but she welcomed the pain, letting it drive her higher and higher. She held onto his wrist tightly, like an anchor keeping her tethered to reality as she began to spiral. Clark’s sharp nose pressed into her breast, desperately suckling from her, quickly losing any remaining control he had. 

He felt her thighs clamp down on his hips, her heels crammed against his pert ass. He knew she was close, she just needed a little push. Just as his unoccupied hand made contact with her clit, she exploded. Pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, making her eyes roll back into her skull as she continued to cum, her high continuing to build with no end in sight.

Clark groaned and released her tit. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cum darlin’. But do you know what makes you even more beautiful?” She couldn’t answer so he kept going. “When you’re pregnant. You’re positively divine when this big belly swells with my seed as you grow a life we’ve both created. You gonna let daddy cum inside you? Let me knock you up again?”

“Daddy.” She whispered, voice strained and fucked out. “Can we have a girl this time? A little princess to spoil and adore. Maybe twins. Do you think I can cum so deep inside you that I get you pregnant right now? That I can plant a little baby right here.” He rambled on, his hand moved from her over stuffed pussy to her plush lower stomach, pushing down hard enough that he could feel himself moving within her. 

Her vision whited out and she peaked once more, this time Clark followed with a silent howl, his cock twitching violently as he filled her with his cum, giving a few more thrusts for good measure. Y/N gazed up at her husband as she finally came back to herself, watching as the god above her glowed in the moonlight streaming in through the small window beside them.

“What’s that look for?” He mused, running a hand through his curls in an attempt to tame them. “I want our daughter to have your eyes.” He immediately flushed a bright red, suddenly becoming his normal shy farm boy self again. “Oh come on, that’s what gets you? Not the fact that you were just drinking my breast milk?” 

Clark rolled his eyes and pulled out of her carefully, watching his seed drip from her. Y/N winced. “You ripped my favourite flannel.” “It was my flannel sunshine and I have a dozen more you can steal.” He slipped from the bed to pick up a packet of wet wipes from Jon’s diaper bag and pulled a few out. The wet cloth was cold against her hot flesh but soothed the burn she usually got from taking her husband fully.

“You just like destroying my things, supes.” The evidence of their coupling was carefully and lovingly wiped away, the leftover sweat and milk that had cooled against her skin gone with one swipe of his gentle hands. He glanced down at her, a fond smile on his face. “Yes, you’ve caught me. I just adore destroying shirts.” 

“And my lingerie.” “And your lingerie. Now do you want a cup of water or anything?” She shook her heat and opened her arms for him. “Just my loving husband holding me tight and maybe getting up to change Jon when he inevitably wakes up in the next hour.”

Laying down beside her, Clark did what she asked, letting her rest against his chest, winding her arms around his waist as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and a hand on her stomach. “Get some rest sunshine, you’ll need it for round two.” He felt her smile against his skin before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep, him following soon after.

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"I know you're in pain" ─ Teen Wolf ─ Derek Hale

A/N : Hi! My writing isnt the best! This will be a series of stories of our m!reader being in pain and how our Teen Wolf babies would react!

Character: Derek Hale

Warnings: Blood and gore

Y/N had many encounters with hunters. He was rarely scraped in the process of these encounters. Nothing some bandages and a lot of rest (that derek insisted on) wouldn't fix. Today was no different. He hadn't even been seaking out these people. He'd been sat at the bar of a coffee shop talking to the barista. They'd went to high school together a while back. He was a sweetheart, or so Y/N thought. Until an hand met his left shoulder. It was fine until the hand gripped. Hard. Y/N gently swiveled his head to meet the womans gaze. Before he could get a word out she shoved him out of the wooden bar stool on to the hard tile floor. He hadn't gotten a grip of the whole situation until he heard the bar stool hit the floor beside him.

"What the hell?" Y/N spat at the woman trying to push himself up. Her foot met his chest shoving him back down. Knocking the wind out of the boy. He let out a harsh breath. Y/N finally caught his breath and spoke again, his eyes shooting daggers at the dark haired woman. "Need something?"

"Awww, the wolfy is all mad." Her voice taunted his ears. His heart jumped as those words slipped through her painted red lips. Y/N went to grab her boot but the moment his hand met her shiny boot she pulled out a blade.

"Fuck off!" Y/N growled, his eyes sparked gold before returning to their natural (e/c) state.

"Cute." She smiled, a shit eating smile. A smile that made Y/N's anger rise. The woman slowly leaned down, her knees met the floor on either side of the boys torso. Her blade was waved in his face. Silver.

Y/N tried to move from her grip but suddenly pain throbbed through his upper right arm, she'd dug the blade through his arm making it stuck. He reached his other arm over his chest to pull it out. She clicked her tonuge. Suddenly, in one swift moment she grabbed Y/N's wrist and shoved it above his head. She pulled another blade out slashing it across his chest.

Y/N let out a shriek of pain. What more could he do? This hunter was insane. Before he could speak again her voice filled the silent café. "Your kind killed my family. Your father killed my family, Y/N L/N." Anger filled her voice. "And now I've come to repay you the favor, dear boy. Don't think any of your friend are safe either."

Y/N finally howled, it ended in a scream of pain. The lady laughed at his horrible noise. He watched as one of the workers covered his ears. Y/N was done. He ripped his hand out of the womans grasp. With the violent jerk his whole body moved, throwing her off of him. Though, it did result in the blade that was stuck in his arm cutting him further. Finally Y/N pulled the blade from his arm and threw it to the side.

The door quite litterly flew open and off its hinges. He couldn't even watch where it went. When it met a wall he winced at the horid noise. "Little late, don't you think?" Y/N gave a small, pained smile as he looked back to see Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and his lover boy, Derek Hale himself.

"Sorry honey. Figured you could hold your own." Derek spoke in his usual comanding tone, it was laced with sas and genuine care. Y/N pushed himself up before a new pain met his leg. He looked down at the woman. "Okay, now she's-"

"Really?" Y/N interrupted Derek. "Hun," He knelt down his gaze meeting hers. "I'll meet you in hell! Say hi to Peter for me, will you?" His free foot jerked to meet her face, sliding her back a few feet. "Nice blade too." He pulled the knife out of his leg. Y/N gave the blade a good look before throwing it. The blade met her head.

"Fuc-" Y/N's body finally gave out. Boyd quickly caught him and knelt down so Y/N wouldn't fall on the floor.

The world slowly went black, muffled voices filled Y/N's ears. Some of it was panicked, some was just pure anger.

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Y/N gained consciousness after a few painfully long hours for Derek. He was sat beside the unconscious body of his boyfriend. Derek had insisted that Y/N stayed at his place instead of a hospital.

His fingers were intertwined with the (s/c) boy. Derek didn't want to seem weak in front of the people who needed him. He finally broke down and started sobbing.

Y/N couldn't move, just listen to the chokes that slipped out of Derek's mouth. As he regained some strength he gave a small squeeze to Derek's hand. This was rewarded with a small kiss to his knuckles.

"You're alive." Derek spoke quietly.

Y/N managed to sit up. A spike of pain hit his chest. He let out a gasp and gritted his teeth. Derek's hand met his cheek.

"It hurts." Y/N gasped out. Normally he had a high pain tolerance but his chest was his weak spot. Derek gave a gentle shush like noise.

"I know honey. It's going to be okay. I'm here, Y/N. I'll take care of you. Okay?" Derek spoke sternly. Y/N knew Derek ment well. It was just his way of talking. "You need rest. Lay down. Now."

"Der, I can take care of myself. Ple-" Y/N was quickly cut off.

"No. I love your independence, really. But you need to trust me and rest. You're healing at the speed of a human this time." Derek spoke sternly. His eyes glowed red and a growl escaped his lips. "You need to lay down."

"Okay, okay. I'll rest." Y/N slid back into a laying position before giving a small pat to the bed beside him. "You should rest too. You're stressing to much about me. Please."

Derek couldn't resist your cute face, he loved the small smiles you gave him. Everything about you was perfect to him. He gave in and slipped under the blankets with you. He very, very gently wrapped his arms around you. Like you were fragile.

"Derek." Y/N started. Derek pushed his face into the smaller boys neck, his breath ghosting over it. In response to his name he gently hummed. "I'm not fragile, you know?" Derek moved his face so the two boys locked eyes.

"I'm scared I'll-" Y/N cut him off with a kiss.

Derek melted into the kiss a small smile played at the sides of his mouth.

Once Derek shifted to make both boys more comfortable Y/N was asleep in seconds. Derek loved when his boyfriend fell asleep in his arms. He knew he wouldn't sleep. Derek had to watch and make sure Y/N's chest was still rising and falling.

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It had been a few days sense the incident. Y/N had finally started showing signs of healing. Today was his first day out of bed, against Derek's word. It took him a few tries to get out of bed but he found his footing. Y/N slipped on Derek's slippers, they were a bit big on him but comfortable. He didn't know where his boyfriend was but he'd find him.

Midway down the hall the silence was interupted by Derek's deep voice, "Y/N, why are you out of bed? I'm glad you're feeling better but you need to rest."

Y/N spun on his heels, losing his footing and falling on to his knees. Derek ran over letting out a sigh.

"I wanted to come see you. I was lonely." Y/N pouted. Derek scooped him up bridal style. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back so his head was hanging back.

"You need to heal. You can sit with me but you need to lay down." Derek's gaze sofened.

"Fine." Y/N grumbled, a small growl played in his throat.

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A/N: SOFT DEREK HALE BABYYYYY. I hope you liked it and let me know who you'd like next!!

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Platonic Yandere Tengen Family | Trick or Treat

“I WANT TO TRICK OR TREAT THIS YEAR!”

A collective gasp filled the room and your father crossed his muscular arms. Your burst of confidence seemed to leave your body along with the words that you practically shouted to your parents. 

“Now why would you want to do that?”

It was a genuine question, you wre well into your elementary years to finally ask your parents if you could go. As always you were different. Everyone else didn’t have to ask their parents, they just went. Coming back the next day with countless horrifying stories and lunch boxes full of candy. You couldn’t even be like your friend who just didn’t celebrate.

“Oh I don’t celebrate it. I just got to help mama bake in the kitchen.”

You couldn’t even say that because you didn’t know. You recalled you once asked your Mama-Hina, she smiled and patted your head promising to help you make some pumpkin shaped cookies. While they tasted delicious, you found that was all that was done and it wasn’t much to report when everyone spoke of their eventful night. You did try asking Mama-Makio but she laughed and roughly slapped your back saying, “Yeah but that stuffs for babies, right?”

You asked Mama-Suma and you were worried you’d erupted an ear-drum as she shoved you into her chest wailing all about how, ‘the holiday is too scary for her baby!’ 

You realized you never went to ask your only father. Something about it seemed final, to ask your father who had the final say. At his word everyone listens–for the most part– and maybe as a subconscious rule for yourself you never let yourself think to ask him. Until now.

“I-i want to go and get candy like my friends. I-i don’t have t-to go with them but I want to have a basket full of candy like everyone else!”

Mama-Hina came from behind your father to put a warm hand on your back. 

“If you want candy so bad we can just get you a biiiig pack. Just for you.”

She gave you her loving smile and you could hear your other mothers nod in agreement as they surged closer to you as though you were satisfied. You shook your head pulling away from them to cling to your father’s shirt. You looked up at him as you made your final plea.

“Papa, please! I want to trick or treat like everyone else! To earn my candy by how cute I’ll look in my costume!”

You father looked to the ceiling leaving you everyone in suspense as he gave an audible sigh. Looking into your big beady (e/c) eyes with his own fushcia pair before scooping you up into his arms to hold you high above his head and everyone elses. 

“You can go!” 

“Yay!” 

Focused on giving celebratory hugs and thank-you’s to your father who was all smiles, you were completely oblivious to the horror-stricken faces of your mothers.

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“Why would you agree to that?! Now they're going to want to go every year!”

“And they’ll probably grow-up even faster if we do that!!! Wahhhhh my baby’s going to scare themselves to death Waaah.”

Tengen had been selected for the honor of dropping you off to school today, courtesy of encouraging you in the new adventure that was “Trick or Treat.” Arriving back home had him bombarded with the worrisome and tearful expressions of his wives. Ignoring Suma’s light punches to his chest and Makio trying to pull her away, he tilted his head at Hinatsuru who was lazer focused on folding some clothes. Uzui sweatdropped as he realized she was giving him the silent treatment as she cleaned up after your exciteful mess this morning. Ever since he gave his verdict you’d been joyfully dancing around chanting all about how you ‘were trick or treating this year!’ You were so happy that you were completely blocking out the soft comments of your Mama-Hina both trying to reel you back in from Cloud 9 by warning you of the restrictions that will definitely be set in place. Don’t get her wrong, your smile makes everyone’s heart flutter but the reason as to why puts a strain on their joy. 

If you were asking to go trick or treating now, what would be next?! Going with friends?! Alone?! Going to horror houses!? Leaving home forever?! It seemed as though all the well-driven fears of strangers and monsters no longer dissuaded you. What were they to do?!

“Do you think I wouldn’t, consider what this would mean?” 

The hustle and bustle from his wives (Makio & Suma) immediately calmed to listen to him. Even Hinatsuru slightly turned her head to hear what their husband had to say. He smirked before proudly exclaiming.

“We’ll be there the whole way until we aren’t.”

“W-what?!”

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“Mama, what do you think? Do I look good?”

You posed for Suma who lost the draw in who was allowed to come with on the costume hunt. Apparently they were afraid of too many people making a scene. Anyway you ultimately decided to be a chocolate-chip cookie. She cooed along with the rest of your mothers as you twirled around with your milk themed basket. Uzui looked on with his own smile, relishing in not only the really cute pictures he’d get from this but the steps for his plan to fall into place. 

It wasn’t long before the sun had begun to set and you saw the other costumed children begin to make their rounds. You clutched the finger of your father’s massive hand as you tried to get him to move faster. 

“It's okay, papa you look super flashy! Now let’s go!” 

You figured he was stalling because he was shy of the macaroni necklaces you gave him as a makeshift  costume. You weren’t aware of the final instructions your father was giving to your mothers before letting your tiny body pull him along outside. 

“You’re right I do look flashy!” 

“Now come on Dad! We gotta get all the good candy before it's gone.”

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The night was turning out to be a blast. You were given countless compliments on how cute you were in your costume. Not to mention you got more candy when you pointed to your dad. You figured they must have liked your makeshift costume because they would give you even more candy. 

It was almost like the stories all your friends had told you; not to mention the insane amounts of candy you would get to have once you got home. Your bag was so big it was practically bursting. You beamed at the candy, pausing to yawn before taking in your surroundings. It was darker now, lights were turning off and Jackolanterns were being put out. It was time to go home but when you whipped your head behind you…your guardian wasn’t there.

“Papa?”

Only being met with the silence of the night. Even the crickets weren’t making any sound and you were all alone. You took a deep breath in and out, while trying to keep yourself calm you heard a rustle in the tree above. You looked above in time only to see something black and furry fall on your face. You didn’t scream you didn’t flail as you calmly removed the object from you to find that it was just a spider decoration.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw a string pull it back into the tree as you continued on thinking of where your home is. It wasn’t far but it did seem longer as you had no one to hold hands with. But this was okay. You're a big kid. After all you did go trick or treating today and that was a successful quest in its own right. 

“Awwwwooooooh!” 

You heard a mighty howl that had you scanning the area surrounding you, seeing no one but still feeling alarmed you walked a little faster. You were once again back in silence before hearing a gruff breathing growing nearer. You didn’t stop, you only sped up not enough to run but enough to stay a distance away from whatever had begun tailing you. Still hearing and now feeling whatever this was growing closer, you decided on a plan. 

Breaking into a sprint you let your little legs carry you as far as you could. Getting tired you looked for an opening before seeing an open gate with a dog house. Without thinking you tucked yourself inside letting whatever was following you pass by in a confused state. 

In the dark of the dog house you can see the soulless eyes of a pitbull. 

“Oh sorry for using your space….uh you can have these for payment.”

You reached into your bag fishing out the packaged sliced apples a loud woman insisted you have. Opening the bag and laying the slices on the ground the dog happily munched on the fruit slices as you gave a good scratch to his head. With slight difficulty you shoved your costume out of the doorway before turning around to blow a kiss.

“Bye baby, enjoy the apples!” 

You went along your way remembering the path to your house being sure to look at your surroundings. And as you neared your house you did find something odd: a drying trail of red liquid that started on the sidewalk that led to a patch of trees. You gulped before committing to follow the burgundy splotches in the dirt to an out of place box. It was giant and wooden, surrounded by chains that seemed to have fallen off. As you got closer you made a shocking discovery.

“Pee--yew! This stinks.”

You exclaimed to yourself as you lifted its lid. It was really heavy and you could hold it just enough to see what was inside. It was a mass of something and definitely responsible for the stench you smelt so easily. There were bugs all around and in it, you couldn’t handle it anymore, dropping the lid to wave the air in front of your nose as you walked back to the path, shaking in disgust before making your way back home. 

You had finally made it to your doorway already seeing the familiar silhouettes making frantic movements along with the muffled shouts of the family. You were going to knock before the feeling of being watched took over. Like you had many times before scanned your surroundings falling on the easily missed fellow in a suit. Across the street he looked deep in thought as he stared at your house. So invested that he failed to notice you come up beside him and tug at his sleeve. 

“Hi there Sir, I like your costume.”

You motioned to the red paint on his face. He didn’t respond, he just kept looking at you. You thought for a moment realizing he must be shy and since he was staring at your house he must have wanted to trick or treat. You gave him a sorry look before reaching into your bag. 

“I’m sorry we finished Trick or Treating for the night but here you can have this.” 

Grabbing his hand you open it and close it to hold the candy bar. You pat his hand and flash a smile before skipping back to your house and finally knocking on the door. With hardly any time passing at all the door swung open and multiple pairs of hands came and grabbed you pulling you inside to smother you with hugs and kisses. 

“Waaahhhh (Y/n) why were you out so late!? Why didn’t you come back, right away!!?”

“Were you scared baby? Papa came back without you. I was so worried.”

“(Y/n)...you’ve been through a scary experience, are you sure you want to go ‘Trick or Treating’ again?”

The room falls into a silence as you finish hugging your father who has a hard time letting you go even as you pull away to answer.

“Uhm uh..”

Everyone seemed to lean closer as you thoughtfully mulled over your night. Before coming to a conclusion at which you nodded to yourself.

“Yes! I want to do it again!”

A collective groan sounded from your mothers as your father loudly laughed only quieting when he felt your tiny hand push at his chest.

“But uhm, maybe you shouldn’t come with me since you just left me right after it was over…” 

You weren’t joking and Uzui Tengen took that to heart. It was all a part of his plan and he truly was watching you the whole time. His previously laughing face had turned into one of horror as his wives began to laugh at him. 

Subtly pushing for you to sit on the couch Makio and Suma helped you take off your costume to get ready for your bed-time routine while Hinatsuru fixed you a warm glass of milk. You recounted your adventure as they nervously looked at one another before hyper-focusing on their respective tasks.

“And then I met this one guy who was dressed up as that one singer with the nightmare music video!”

“A singer?” Hinatsuru sent a look to the no longer frozen in horrified shock, Uzui who perked up at your revelation. 

“Yeah, he wanted to come inside but *Yawn* I gave him some candy instead.” 

Carefully handing you your warmed cup of milk Hinastsure let Makio and Suma fight over how to put you to bed. You sleepily waved as you disappeared into the hall with a bickering Suma and Makio. 

“Uhm Uzui…did you see anyone that matched that description?” Her lilac orbs were already ashaken with concern as her husband didn’t respond, only looking cryptically at the sidewalk across from their house. 

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Captain's Log

A/N: A highly self-indulgent piece. Not sure how I came up with this, but . . damn, I needed this after going through some tough times. Let a girl dream alright? ;-; Hope I still could give you a little smile with this. This is kind of a recap to last year and how I learned to love that silly boy Not really prove read

Content: first person pov of Law 'diary style' - him being lovey dovey for fem!reader in his own way

January, 2023

Noticed a new wanted poster hanging around in the towns and cities we dock at. A woman. I have heard rumors of her, (Y/n), but she looks rather strange. The bounty is quite high though - another worst generation rival perhaps?

February, 2023

Her bounty‘s higher now. Even the poster has a new, more clear picture to it. Strange looking. I wonder what her fighting skills are like.

March, 2023

Finally this pink bastard is down for the count. Breaking up to Zou - will be a long journey ahead.

This crazy woman sabotaged an admiral‘s fleet?! Is she mad? How?? She has to be one of the worst generation! At least I heard that rumor from Nami-ya.

April, 2023

Nico-ya mentioned this (Y/n) is headed towards Zou as well. It worries me even more, that she's supposed to bear a mythical zoan devil fruit. People died because of her singing? Ridiculous.

May, 2023

This is not what I expected. Shortly after meeting my crew, this blasted woman appears right around the corner and instantly disappears again? Bepo brought her back, introducing her to me and explaining her supportive acts. She was down right nerve wrecked as she looked up at me.

I'm an idiot for thinking about how velvet like her hand was

Guess she heard of me. Wouldn't be a surprise, she went pale as snow as she saw me.

June, 2023

I hate her. She's nosy, upright, supportive and . . cute. Those terms shouldn't be in a pirate's resume, at least the cute part. Yes she has excellent control of her devil fruit, true she helped out my crew , but it doesn't mean I'll fully accept her as part of the crew.

I learned about her powers. The Sonar-Sonar fruit. It acts like a submarine or bat I believe, using echo location to discern anything in a large radius. In addition, singing melodies, each having a different use, she can either make people fall asleep or lure them towards her. Her epithet 'Siren' sure makes sense.

That's all I know - but there must be more . .

July, 2023

She's part of the crew now. If I'd refuse her, Bepo would cry 24/7, Shachi and Penguin might as well talk my ears full with bullshit and Ikkaku will most definitely sabotage the Tang's motors. So I didn't have any other choice.

Besides that, it's (Y/n)-ya's birthday - if I wouldn't have taken her in . . yes that leads me to everything above.

Additionally, I learned she turned my age yesterday. She's so . . feeble for that age. So insecure and too nice for this world (besides being bold towards the government?) Why even is she in the piracy scene? How did she come this far?

August, 2023

What the hell is wrong with me? I fell for the oldest trick in the book! She merely asked for my help, saying she had something in her eye, so of course I take a look and she goes ahead and pokes my nose??

Not sure what she said, but I think it was: "You should smile more." What? Who does she think she is? Talking to her Captain like that?

God, I will never get rid of that image and her deep e/c eyes staring back at me. Damn it she was close. Or theoretically I was

September, 2023

Damn it, her scent is everywhere! It's outragous, she steals my clothes, Kikoku and even my hat when I'm not looking! I think I took on her odors now too! It's annoying . .

Not sure why, but the fragrancy reminds me of wildrose and chocolate. Maybe because she eats way too much chocolate, which she stashes somwhere aboard the sub. (Note to self - find her candy stash and eliminate it ASAP)

I can't help but think of her whenever wildroses appear randomly wherever I go. And I see them everywhere as soon as we dock on islands? What dumbass is into wildroses that much? I sure am not! They're nothing but cosmetic to me, nothing of use in real medical sense.

October, 2023

I am most certainly NOT giving in to her charms. She's just being nice and gifted me a yellow hoodie, a polar teddy bear and . . god damn tickets to Sora Con. Is she insane? They cost a shit ton of Berry and she just . .

She accidently grazed my hand as she gave me the plushie. How can it be so soft? Not the teddy I mean. She's warm and silky. And again - this forsaken scent of wildrose.

Speaking of which. I noticed how pink her lips are, almost resembling the petals of . . wildroses.

She's weird.

November, 2023

Something's different. She's not as cheerful and overly smiley as usual. I believe there's a private matter going on.

Whatever, she'll get over it.

December, 2023

She didn't get over it. Her mood is really annoying lately, but she's behaving like a totally different person. She truly isn't well.

So I asked her about her well being. It's nothing to get over quickly, that's for sure. It worries me, seeing her this absentminded. She'll get in trouble if she doesn't concentrate on the battles ahead. Her powers can be truly useful, if not crucial if we stick to my plans (which I highly doubt)

To be fair, I'd rather see her happy than all slumped and grumpy.

She's got a pretty smile

I like her, I must see to her after the raid

I think she's going to be alright

Last page of captain's log / Notes barely readable, for he tried to eliminate 'evidence'

She called me 'snow leopard' the other day. I believe her naive woman thoughts got the better of her, perhaps influenced by all the ‚adorable’minks at Zou. If she calls me that one more time in front of everybody, I swear I'll send her heart to the marines.

Anyway, she asked me what I think what kind of mink she would be? She's a human, why should she be a mink out of the sudden? But I guess I'll humor her tomorrow.

She reminds me of a red panda. It's her hair. As soon as the sun rays hit her, red glows from her strands, resembling the embers of fire. Besides, she behaves like one, silly and throwing paws. Plus they're cute. Kind of like her.

I heard her sing together with Brook at the outpost. Her voice sounds nice. Yet, the way she holds the notes, it reminds me of north blue folklore. Is she actually . .?

She hugged me. It felt strange. But I can't deny it was . . heartwarming? I tucked her into my blue feather coat, in hopes to suffocate her, yet her head just plopped right out front and she looked up at me . . smiling

I'm too young to have a cardiac arrest - still whenever she does this I get premature ventricular contractions.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #self indulgent #one piece trafalgar law #first person pov

[zodiyack]

Flowers

Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Request: reader who would always give eddie hand picked flowers because she liked him but once they got to high school they went their separate ways until eddies birthday when he wakes up and flowers are waiting for him outside his door

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

Taglist: @dpaccione, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @sebby-staan​ sorry i forgot to add others, i posted this directly from my drafts

As the little boy brushed the dirt from his knees, he felt a presence looming above him. This presence did not instill fear, but joy. He knew this presence. He looked up to meet the eyes of the girl he'd been thinking about all morning.

She greeted him with a shy smile and reached out to help him up, her other hand behind her back with items hidden. "You're quite clumsy, Eddie."

He chuckled nervously, his cheeks beet red as he avoided her eyes. "I just tripped, that's all."

Her laugh made his stomach churn with butterflies. "Here, I picked these from my mother's garden for you." He watched her move her other arm out with a little bouquet of mixed flowers. Every day she gave him one, different flower combinations each time. Happily, he accepted the gift and thought to himself nervously.

Just as he was about to lean in and peck her on cheek, her mother called her inside, causing her to smile at him softly and walk away after telling him goodbye. Little Eddie beat himself up every day for years for that missed opportunity.

Eddie sighed and dragged himself out of bed, his heart heavy with the love that never died. He fell for her long ago, but she was gone now. The last time he saw her was a week before highschool started. The two were so excited about becoming freshmen, but the excitement didn't last long. She moved away and his heart shattered.

"Eddie... I have to tell you something." She sighed, avoiding his eyes as to not worry him with her glossy ones.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"I..." Her voice quivered for a second, ripping Eddie's attention away from the log he was attempting to balance on. "I'm moving in a few days."

At first he laughed, denial at its finest. But then he saw her face. Nose red from crying, eyes watering to the brims, bags under her eyes. How had he not noticed? "W-what?"

"I don't want to...but my mom...we have to move." She wiped her tears away and reached behind her. Another bouquet. He'd received one every day since they met. Unfortunately he had a daunting feeling that this would be one of the last ones. "Remember me whenever you see flowers, yeah?"

He nodded, staring at the flowers in his hand. She sniffled and moved to go around him, but she was caught off-guard as he pulled her into him, the scent of nature and honey filling his senses, smoke and cologne filling hers. Neither of them wanted to let go, but the time came when they were required to go their separate ways.

Eddie looked into her eyes, her e/c orbs taunting him, her lips tempting. He was about to lean in, when the opportunity slipped by once again, his uncle calling out and him cursing the man under his breath in return. They hugged each other once more and said their goodbyes.

The day of the move came, and all he could do was hug her and receive one last bouquet.

He wiped his teary eyes and got ready for the day to come. As he left the trailer, he began to dwell on the time. It was nearing his birthday, and all he could do was think about the girl who remembered it when no one else did. Just when he tried to think of anyone, anything but her, she clouded his mind.

Hellfire Club was still functional and a great topic for his focus, especially when it came to campaigns. Why not think of a new one? Perhaps one with a cute little maiden who gifts the adventurers flowers after they aid her on a side quest?

'Fuck.' Eddie thought. 'cute little maiden? Flowers?' even in his attempt to drown her out of his mind, she just kept finding ways to peek out and into the spotlight. All throughout the day, she was his main focus. His only thought.

Normally, it wasn't this bad. He had dreams about her, in fact, he'd been having them since the day she left. He couldn't pass by flowers of any type in any place for arrangement without thinking of her. The scent of any flower to exist drove his mind to her. But why was she more active in his mind lately?

Eddie got home and lied on his bed. Still no clue as to why his long lost crush suddenly became the main character of his thoughts. The curiosity kept him awake until dawn, cause and effect taking place the next night, effect having him pass out almost at the exact second his head hit the pillow. She was in his dreams that night, clearer than ever. Her smile shining and warming his heart, her laugh sending butterflies into his stomach and making his head dizzy with how flustered he was.

Reality set in once again when he woke up, shaking his head as he tried to get a grip. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and stretched as per usual. Eddie went through his morning routine, head still hostage by the girl. She was so entrancing, he forgot to eat, and tried to head directly out the door the instant he was finished getting ready.

However,

Something was in his way. Halting all thoughts and actions, Eddie looked down at the object in front of him curiously. He picked it up, closing his eyes as he inhaled through his nose. The scent was more familiar than any other he'd smelt the past few years. He moved the flowers around, the crinkle of newspaper wrapped around the homemade bouquet echoing throughout his trailer as he did so. A note slipped out from between the flowers. Shifting his attention to the loose paper, he read it carefully with a full heart.

He knew that handwriting anywhere.

"I hope these jogged your memory. I missed you." A little heart beside the last word made his own full and begin to beat faster. "Happy birthday, Eddie."

#x reader #reader insert #zodiyack #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #request #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn x y/n #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson reader insert #joseph Quinn reader insert #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Once again want to remind people that the reason Anders blew up the Chantry and not the Gallows is:

A) The Circle is directly tied to the Andrastian chantry. It exists because the chantry exists and is monitored by the chantry

B) his people were in the gallows. Yes, the templars were there too, but so we're 99% of the mages living in Kirkwall. If Anders blew up the gallows, then yes he would be getting the templars, but he'd also be performing the Right of Annulment for them, really

C) we still canonically don't know how High Town was affected by the chantry explosion, and how many of the surrounding buildings were affected and thus created casualties. However, Aveline manages to get the guardsmen/Donic to protect the city while she goes off with Hawke so presumably the explosion was somewhat contained (via magic?) as it didn't hit the guard barracks literally one block over in the Viscounts Keep. So, by Anders attacking the chantry at night he manages to keep the casualties to a minimum compared to the hundreds? Thousands? Of people living in the Gallows

D) going off the above point about casualties being minimised via targeting the chantry; there are literal children, mage children, living in the Gallows. Anders probably wanted to avoid killing children where he could help it

E) people in Thedas...don't actually care much if a circle is lost so it's not actually a great target? I mean, the Ferelden Circle wasn't just going to have the Right of Annulment carried out on it, they were going to lock the doors and leave the templars like Cullen to their fate at the hands of the demons inside. So? Pretty crappy target tactically to get attention/spark a rebellion that people will pay attention to even IF you get all the templars. They'll just ship new templars in. The chantry doesn't care if it loses a circle it DOES care if it loses one of its major cathedrals + a grand cleric

Like just. Regardless of how you feel about Anders actions, please understand that there are very legitimate reasons he didn't attack the Gallows but went for the Chantry instead, and that those reasons are actually very logical from his POV

#dragon age #da2 #anders

[escape-the-real]

The Lost Crown: A Tale of Rebellious Royalty. (Fantasy Au x reader)

Drabble, Characters are 18+

Synopsis: Y/n has been held prisoner by their ruthless uncle. Will they be able to escape tonight?

Word count: 2,128

Includes/mentioned: Toga, Shigaraki, Dabi, Magne, Spinner, Hana, Bakugo.

Key: (T:) - Translation, (e/c) - eye colour, (s/c) - skin colour, (h/c) - have colour.

Warning: Angst and mentions of death.

⚔︎- Chapter One: The Prisoner's Escape-⚔︎

Y/n stood at the tower window, typical, I know. Far down below, the courtyard bustled with busy working people. Unlit lanterns clang gently against the thick stone wall in the swaying motion from the gentle breeze. That same breeze wafted the smell of a whole hog turning slowly on a spit above the fire. An ensemble of performers from the town spun brightly coloured ribbons over their heads. And Y/n knew that inside the castle, players, jugglers, singers, acrobats, and whores waited to do their duties.

The Yami no dōmei (T: Dark Alliance) Stewardess, Himiko Toga, bounced across the courtyard. She threatened a couple of worker boys who were doing more looking than working.

"Hurry up, you useless bloodbags. His Royal Highness will arrive shortly and see you doing absolutely nothing! What do you think he'll do then, huh?" she let out an insane laugh, watching them scramble at the mention of his mere title.

Y/n didn't so much as laugh. Too often they have seen Prince Shigaraki punish those who had mistakenly displeased him. They shake their head at the remembrance of the screams of the punished. Quickly, Y/n thought of safer memories of their mother telling them tales of the great dragons who protect the innocent. Fascinating creatures they were to Y/n, ever since they were a child.

"Today is the day and this time," Y/n thought fiercely, "this time Shigaraki will let me come down from this tower. He must!"

The Maya blue-coloured sky dimmed into a lavender. A shade of pink outlined the black, twisted trees of the forest. Y/n watched the colors of the sky dance together. Looking below once more, the lanterns were now lit. Almost as if they were scaring away the darkness from the courtyard. All was ready. A distant trumpet sounded. A line of ghost-like lights could be seen floating along the forest road.

"He's here! He's here!" shouted Toga.

At the sound of her voice, the drawbridge went down with a low creaking and moaning. The line of lights came closer and revealed torch-lit horseback riders. Some carried torches, while others carried flowing banners. There was a great clatter of hooves and blaring of trumpets as the riders crossed the drawbridge.

Only one man drew his head up slowly towards the tower as the riders thundered into the courtyard. Y/n stepped back so fast that they almost tripped over the rug. As the curtain fell back into place, a shiver racked down their spine before saying to themselves, "I see he has not forgotten me."

The prince came to visit Y/n only once in a blue moon, so every one to two years. And even that was too many times for their liking. During Prince Shigaraki's last visit, Y/n had been denied permission to walk in the corridor outside their room. Remembering this made Y/n hold their chin up high and stubbornly. This visit, Y/n meant to challenge him. They prayed that their courage wouldn't leave them.

Y/n knew The Prince usually stayed for several weeks, entertaining his many guests with brawls, drinking, many acts, and feasting. Then he would return to his court of villains, and what little peace was back to the small palace. Y/n gritted their teeth as they knew that during those several weeks, maybe even tonight, he would seek them out.

Waiting, Y/n paced the floor of their bedroom tower. The fine fabric of silk wisped around their body at each turn. Nervously, they played with the lace that trimmed the silk garment. The hours passed. Laughter and music floated up from the courtyard, but Y/n would not go back to the window. They made themselves sit on an uncomfortable padded stool.

They were still there when the door opened. Magne, who was Y/n warden and maid, ducked inside the room. The man behind her was not as tall but lean with narrow shoulders. But it was his face that drew the focus. It was pale, scratch-littered, with sunken eyes that looked like two blood droplets, and a dark expression.

"Well? Stand up and greet your Prince!" Shigaraki snapped.

Y/n stood up and forced themself to hold their head high in defiance. They met his icy look without flinching, which most cannot do. But Y/n could tell that he was not pleased with what he saw.

"They grow more like their mother every day… How could Hana marry an American is beyond my understanding. Look at their h/c and s/c!"

He made a sound of disgust and moved away from them.

"If they didn't bear the birthmark that Hana did, no one would recognize them as one of us!" he said.

Magne let out a laugh, but she stopped when The Prince spun to glare at her. Y/n remained where they were, they didn't dare speak. They couldn't.

"Still, they have the upbringing and bearing befitting one of royal blood. If they went down amongst the commoners, they just might…" His voice trailed off while he scratched at his neck. "But we'll see that doesn't happen, won't we Magne?"

Yes, My Lord," Magne said.

Y/n looked at her maid with eyes that seemed to blaze e/c. Prince Shigaraki inhaled deeply. He turned away.

"Does they not speak? Toga cut out their tongue?" He asked Magne.

"Yes, they speak," she said sourly. "And it's sharp like a dagger too."

"ah, I see. So, they are stubborn then? Willful?"

"Yes again My Lord. For all the time we've had her, you'd think they were the royal highness." Magne said with a sneer.

Prince Shigaraki frowned. He looked back at Y/n. "They grow like a weed. Soon they will propose a threat to my throne. Something will need to be done… It will be decided before my visit here is done."

Magne threw a barbed glance at Y/n. They felt their dislike for their maid once more and knew that she wouldn't miss the long climb up the tower steps if they were gone.

After one last pensive look at Y/n, Prince Shigaraki stalked out as Magne followed suit by shutting the door. Y/n rushed across their room to the closed door and pressed their cheek against the wood. Their heart sank as they heard the loud click as the door was locked from the outside.

"Someday… sometimes," Y/n promised themselves fiercely, "they'll forget."

Then the hot anger Y/n felt left them, and they slid to the floor. What had Shigaraki meant? Y/n wondered. What would he do to them before he left? Y/n shuddered. All their efforts to escape had ended in embarrassingly quick captures by Shigarki's goons. Now, despite the risks, Y/n knew that they must try again.

Deep in thought, Y/n didn't hear the lock click again. The moving door caught them by surprise. Y/n rolled over quickly to keep from getting hit as it swung open. Magne came back in, muttering to herself. Y/n remained where they were, hidden by the opened door. Sudden hope made their heart skip a beat, and they held their breath.

"Oh dear heart, probably on the bed pouting again," Magne complained.

She saw the food tray across the room and went to go grab it.

"No more climbing those stairs, I'm done my leg day for the night. I will be downstairs enjoying my evening of ale!" She called into the bedroom.

When she didn't get an answer, she grunted. A few more steps lead Magne to the arch that led to Y/n's sleeping quarters. Muttering to herself once more, she peered inside.

For a quick moment, Y/n's body felt glued to the floor. Then suddenly they were up and out the wooden door. One good pull swung that heavy door shut. Y/n used both hands to turn the enchanted quirk-cancelling key. They stopped to listen. They could tell that Magne was pounding on the door. They also knew that no one could hear her. Even in the downtime of the palace, it was hard to hear beyond the thick wood. Tonight would be extremely impossible.

Y/n descended the winding staircase cautiously, even though they felt like rushing down with joy. From previous efforts to escape, they knew that the stairs branched out like roots of a tree in many directions. Y/n took one of the left corridors that led to the art gallery that overlooked the great hall. The noise below was deafening to their ears due to hearing little each day.

Y/n hid behind the folds of the monstrous tapestry. The guests and singer were downstairs but Y/n knew that the singers would soon return to the art gallery for their moments break. Quickly, their e/c eyes scanned the crowd.

Y/n saw no one they could trust. Their father was assassinated by Shigaraki's right-hand man and bounty hunter, Dabi before they were born. And their mother died soon after Y/n's birth. "Uncle" or Prince Shigaraki had kept them locked away and hidden in the palace as they grew older. The servants had been chosen for their loyalty to him. Any guest who happened to catch a quick glimpse of Y/n's face at the window thought that it was a gosht haunting the tower.

Toga had taken great delight in passing along that story. Y/n's mouth curled into a smirk of satisfaction as they thought of the punishment that his servants would get in the morning due to their escape. Their gaze left the guests and went to the servants.

"…Servants…" Y/n muttered to themselves. They watched the servants buzz around, tending to guests. Y/n brows creased in thought.

"They are wearing clothes used only for their work in the palace. Nothing can be taken home… They have to change somewhere, downstairs?" Y/n thought.

Ripping down a tapestry and flipping it around, Y/n made a makeshift cloak. It covered their face and only trailed slightly on the floor. They hurried down the steps and into the throng of people in the great hall, hoping that they would be mistaken for a commoner who provided the acrobatic acts. No one stopped them. Y/n walked quickly out of the great hall and down a lower corridor with the same success. Everyone was too busy working, drinking, and or playing to pay attention to them wandering around. Near the courtyard, they found what they were looking for. On one wall were multiple clothes of different sizes on pegs. Y/n searched around until they found a worn frock and rough shoes, they appeared to belong to someone on the kitchen staff.

Quickly stripping off the cloth they had on now, they pulled on the escape disguise. Y/n crept back down the hallway and stopped long enough to put their silk garments in a deep vase where they would not be found. Then, pulling the cloak back around their face, they slid out the door into the courtyard.

Y/n moved around the fringes of the bustling crowd, keeping to the shadows. Only once did they turn aside to avoid running into Toga and found themself looking directly into the eyes fire breather hired as an act. His ruby-red eyes stood out from the painted mask, they seemed to stare right into Y/n's heart. Y/n stared back, unable to move. Then the crowd shifted, pushing them along. Y/n wriggled and thrust their way back into the shadows. When they looked back, the fire-breather was gone as if he disappeared into thin air.

"Hurry," Y/n told themself over their pounding heart. Desperately they searched for a way out without being detected. That's when they saw a wagon off by itself, being loaded with empty ale barrels. Y/n waited until the men finished loading the wagon and prayed that it would pass the drawbridge unchallenged. The men waved the driver a merry farewell, that's when Y/n scrambled into the back and squeezed themself between the barrels.

Y/n pulled the tapestry completely over their face and became a shadow themself. Y/n lay perfectly still, hardly breathing for fear of getting caught. The wagon rattled and jostled across the courtyard slowly. When the challenge came, Y/n clamped their teeth together to keep them from chattering out loud. Then the granting voice of the gatekeeper, Spinner, came ringing out. Along with a few cheerful insults to the driver. The driver yelled back, roaring with laughter, and the wagon creaked onward through the gate.

The wheels rumbled over the boards and onto the dirt road, leading to the dark forest. As the twisted trees appeared, Y/n jumped into action and slipped out the back of the wagon, dropping to the ground. Triumph tingled through Y/n, pushing away all fear that once resided. Y/n started walking through the tree line and that walking turned into a run.

"I'm free. I-I'm finally free!" Y/n called to the night.

Thanks for reading, hope it was enjoyable!! Make sure to stick around for ⚔︎- Chapter Two: The Dark Forest-⚔︎

#bakugou katsuki #bnha x reader #anime fanfic #fiction #bnha #bakugou x reader #anime #Shigaraki #Toga #Bnha fantasy Au #Barbarian Bakugou #Spinner #The Lost Crown: A Tale of Rebellious Royalty #Kiribaku #Dragon Kirishima #MHA #Fantasy #@escape-the-real

[jostystyles]

hi, can you do “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.” for tyson

a/n: this is so much longer than a blurb. i'm not even sorry. also, this is my shitty attempt at smut. apologies in advance for how bad it is. please do not read if you aren't 18+ !

The bar was crowded, but not too much that you couldn't move. The Handsome Gambler was one of his favorite spots so far. It reminded him of a place you'd find out west, with sort of a country vibe. Nightlife in Minnesota was everything he was told it would be, and even more so that he got to spend the summer with his buddies. He got to connect with friends new and old, one of those being (Y/N). They'd met back in North Dakota as freshman, and stayed friends ever since. She lived in Minnesota for work now.

Tyson wasn't physically attracted to (Y/N) at first. He cherished her friendship above everything. Sure, she was cute, but wasn't really like the girls he usually went for. But once she came home from studying abroad, that changed everything. She was no longer the shy, quiet, insecure girl who he became best friends with.

She was fucking hot. He felt guilty for seeing her the way he did sometimes, and how often he thought of her alone in his bed at night. But he was head over heels for her, both in the romantic sense and the lustful one. He knew something had shifted between them this summer, and the sexual tension was such a tightly wound coil, it was bound to snap at any second.

He hoped tonight would be the night. From the moment she walked in the bar with some of their friends, he was ready to drop to his knees right then and there.

(Y/N) was wearing a light blue satin dress, if you could even call it that for how much it covered. It hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her thick hips and putting her breasts on display perfectly. Tyson had a ton of respect for women, more so than the average man he liked to think. But tonight, all that went out the window. The only emotion he was feeling was pure lust.

He hoped he could get a moment alone with her, but before he knew it they were both at least 2 drinks deep. Not enough to be drunk, but just enough of a buzz. He wandered up to the bar for another, and felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with his favorite set of (Y/E/C).

"Hi." She spoke, a sly smile appear across her face.

"Hey, (Y/N). Come to get another drink too? 'S on me. Whad'ya want?"

"Vodka Red Bull. And I also just wanted to get away from Liv. She won't stop trying to set me up with her dumb neighbor."

Tyson hummed, feeling jealous even though he knew he had no right to be. "I'm glad we're alone now. I can finally tell you how good you look. That dress sure was made for you." He flirted, reaching out to squeeze her hip.

(Y/N) smiled, reaching for her drink the bartender just placed. Leaning closer to him, she spoke, "Thanks, Tys. Also, I'm not wearing any underwear. Just thought you'd like to know." With that, she took a sip of her drink and sauntered away.

Tyson stood bewildered for a second, thinking. Did she really just say that to him? Was she being serious? He looked up, meeting her eyes across the room. He felt his cock harden as she made glances toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. Time moved in a blur, and before he knew it she was standing in front of him. Grabbing her hands, he slowly backed her up against the wall before they were face to face, his lips hovering above hers.

"Was I too forward?" She teased, a slight smirk on her face.

Tyson scoffed, using his free hand to grab hers that was settled on his thigh, moving it to his crotch. "No, I think you were forward enough."

"Going to do something about it then, Josty?"

Slamming his lips onto hers, he grabbed her leg and hiked it up around his waist. This wasn't exactly how he pictured their first kiss, but no going back now. (Y/N) let out a high pitched moan and Tyson felt his cock growing harder each second. She was spread open enough that he could feel her wetness on his jeans, and that was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Breaking the kiss, he swung the door to the bathroom open before picking her up swiftly and setting her down on the counter. He didn't bench 250 at the gym for nothing. Locking the door, he moved back between her legs.

"You sure about this?" He said.

(Y/N) let out a soft laugh. "Never been more sure about anything. I've only been dropping hints for like, 4 years."

"You're telling me we could've done this 4 years ago?"

"Shut the hell up and eat me out, Tyson." She said, smiling as she pushed his shoulders down.

"Don't have to tell me twice." He uttered, dropping to his knees. She placed one of her legs on his shoulder, pushing him towards her sex.

Tyson pressed a few soft kisses to her inner thigh, before making his first move. He licked a stripe up her folds, before landing on her clit. He circled his tongue around it a few times before sucking it lightly, then a bit more harsh the second time. (Y/N)'s hand was wrapped in his mop of curls, the other one gripping her breast. Her breathing was heavy, and her head was thrown back against the mirror. She let out a squeaky moan, her mouth wide open in pleasure.

Tyson continued his actions, this time pumping one, two fingers inside her. This caused (Y/N) to wiggle slightly, tugging a bit harder on his hair. Tyson rutted his hips toward nothing, moaning into her cunt.

"Fucking Christ, you're good at this, I'm so close." (Y/N) practically cried.

As if to bring her closer to her orgasm, tyson glanced up at her through his eyelashes, his free hand finding hers and giving it a squeeze. Making kitten licks to her clit and curling his fingers inside her, he could feel her walls start to pulse.

"Oh my god, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, Tys." (Y/N) wailed, feeling the coil in her belly start to snap. She moved to bring Tyson's head off her pussy, but he relented. She came harder than she'd ever before, from any previous partner or toy. A string of curses fell from her lips as Tyson rode it out with her. He licked up every last drop of her sweet juices, before pulling off with a squelch.

His hand still holding hers, he used his free one to wipe his face, licking his fingers that once rested inside her. (Y/N) sat, her back to the wall, breathing heavily and coming down from her high. She shook her head with a smile at his slutty actions, doing that while not breaking eye contact.

"Was that good?" Tyson spoke.

(Y/N) sat up. "Was that good? You literally just gave me the best head of my life and you're asking me that?"

Tyson blushed with a smile. "Just an honest question, babe."

(Y/N) leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. The kiss was sweet, and she knew there were feelings behind it for both of them.

"How's that for an honest answer, huh? Ok. My turn to return the favor."

As she pushed off the counter and started to drop to her knees, and fiddle wit his belt buckle, Tyson was sure he was seeing heaven tonight.

#asks #anon #not sorry for the outer range reference #tyson tuesday #tyson jost smut #tyson jost x reader #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost blurb #nhl smut #nhl imagine

[echantedtoon]

In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch13 A Vow

(Secondly this chapter will span again over the course of a few months and be mostly in Kokushibo's pov. Will have League of Legends references.

Warnings: Death, killing, some gore, blood mentioned, fighting, etc.)

A shriek pierced the blackness. 

Dusk having taken over the skies above and shrouded the skies above ...but glowfles from embers and fires lit up the night's darkness. 

Chaos was had as women clutched their children screaming as they ran trying to protect their young. Men were slaughtered and lying dead on the ground as the monsters rummaged about and pillaged and plundered what they came to get. A cackling monster held up a woman kicking and screaming hitting the creature with six arms no avail. 

"I like them feisty ones!" The girl sobbed and cowered as two others joined the monster's side as it hissed and lashed them away. "She's MINE!! BACK OFF AND FIND YOUR OWN- AAAAHHH!!" 

An inhuman screech went off into the night as a stronger forced ripped away arms from torso. Eyes turned and stared into the bloodlust abyss of six bloodshot eyes. A mix of shrieks echoed out into the darkened night above. So much blood spilt in that night that it might've even spilt into the moon illuminating red down on everything. 

R E D

That was the war paint splattered proudly across his body and coating his skin like a devil from the very flames that he walked through. Blood. Vengeance. C A R N A G E.

"It's not just an ambush.. IT'S THE ENTIRE KIBUTSUJI ARMY!!", a distant voice cried out to the bloodlust driven demon.

Throngs of monsters marched towards hell. Rows up on rows. Harbingers of fear and death towards his smaller glimmer of hope. Death would be plentiful surely. But not for his side..Darkness had come back to claim it's rightful place above these bringers of death.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI, WE SHOULD RETREAT! THERE'S TOO MANY FORCES COMING IN!! WE NEED TO REJOIN reinforcements!!"

"We march to battle."

Stakes were high. Hope fleeting. A redness never before felt cursed ran through blood. Bloodlust demanding the taste of flesh and sting of pain. Destruction of lives. Debowlbent of their very soul. The hands raking through the coals of fires and carving his deadly signature into this moment in time.

"FOLLOW ME INTO DESTRUCTION! I OFFER YOU VICTORY!!"

Deathly smiled directed at him offered nothing but death unknowing that it was they that met their death bringer..Their DEATHS tonight. A fate he was more than happy to give whether it be by bare handed flesh or stinging of steeled sword. He'll still taste the sweet copper red.

"COME. TAKE YOUR VENGEANCE!! TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THEM! BE THEIR WORLD ENDER!!"

The beasts had taken so much from them already. So much time lost. So many lives taken. The very land they walked up on was sucked dry of nutrients from their dark presence. So much already taken that will never be saved. Preserved. Grown back. They shall learn that there was things darker than their hearts with the abyss he would become. They would take back the innocence lost and stolen by them.  

An innocence filled smile came to mind to perfectly represent that innocence. Sparkling turquoise colors dancing his reddened vision.

"THIS IS YOUR DESTINY!! LET BLOOD BE OUR SACREMENT!! FIGHT OR BE FORGOTTEN!!" 

R E D 

The color clouded vision beyond reasoning. Inhuman yells of pain and murder carved way by him. One by one. Body by body. Life by life. Flesh torn from bone. Blood cleaved from muscles. Arms from torso. Limb from limb. He was a beast tonight. The thirst for blood was not just a want but a need. For tonight he was not a man. Not a demon. Nor anything else comprehendable by human thought.

F O R   T O N I G H T  H E  W A S  D E A T H   A N D  H E  W A S  B R I N G I N G  H E L L  W I T H   H I M. 

The darkness both swallowed him up and closed off the ways both in front and behind him making each end of the pathay difficult to see with the already limited vision he had. Heightened senses were one thing he had been thankful to have retained from years of harsh training to his body and mind. Closing off all senses to be more enlightened to one's world in a different light. Each echo of his footfalls ringing in his mind as the airways of his body forced himself to absorb more oxygen out of the air and each heart beat thudding against his ribcage. Throbbing sensation reaching from his head to his feet with every passing second he was surrounded by the buzzing swarm of danger. Enlightened by the stings of fear. Danger. Dread. Doom. Like many wasps penetrating his most basic human emotions and swelling them up to the point of combusting dangerously all over the peeping, teasing darkness. The soft silk touch of his yakata met his hand. It was hard to move...Hard to will it to move running along the soft fabric to something more smooth and hard. Both basic instinct wasps forcing him to do something so familiar to combat the combustible feelings. To grab at which to protect him and cut it away like a sickeningly sweet cake of misery and despair. Instincts wailing to protect himself from dangers he had yet to see. Had yet to reveal themselves to him. Hopefully to be chased away by the sounds of the silver blade being unsheathed and held out into the darkness to cut it's tainting self down a notch. That his willpower will always prevail over it. Each burning home slowly passing a tainting gateway. Each with a promise of safety behind it and perhaps even it had occupants inside using it. taking up it's offering of safety from the darkness now dead asleep highly unaware of the sword wielding warrier just roaming outside arm outstretched and staring down the one that dared teased him the most with it's fake promise of protection. 

And that promise he would soon come to learn was broken and not even promise to one individual soon enough. As sweat formed on his skin in an attempt to cool it from the harsh tainting from the moment he was face to face with the door that broke it's sacred promise. At first glance to one in the dark it was as taunting as all the others he had just passed, but if one took time to see it's true mockery and failure hidden by the teasing darkness they would've seen it. The remnants of a beast. Looking as though it had clawed and kicked it's way at the door's sacred locks to be allowed entry inside the room beyond it. In it's wake leaving the door in misery and ruins. A slight opening between itself and the wall where one could look into the room beyond it and see nothing but more darkness laughing back at you.

It begged for him to open it further, to peek further into the darkness beyond the door that should have protected the occupant inside. The surprising unburnt home was still, quite, far too quite for his liking. The broken splintered door only left so little to memory, and with cautious pushed aside he shoved the door open to reveal the horror to his eyes. His eyes widened. There where obvious signs of ransacking, evident by the turned over coffee table and the furniture pieces that lay toppled on their side as though someone had carelessly kicked it over in its rampage. The demon treaded carefully inside the ruined home, his shoe crunching on the remains of a picture frame that had been knocked over, its broken shiny cover a perfect match of the doorway half hanging from its hinges - the cover to what lay beyond broken to bits

What once was undoubtedly a very nice-to-stay-in room inviting for visitors was now reduced to what might've been a break in sight following the discovery of a murder. Which made the situation even more worse. A small gasp noise left his throat as his foot caught onto something. And the something that dared to trip him up happened to be a piece of fabric. MANY pieces of fabric in the form of clothing strew about in the darkness of the floor he hadn't seen at first among the shattered frame glass. Heart throbbing sensation still hammering his entire body as he turned and twisted his body around the room. 

CCCRRREEEAAA-

 In just one second his body reacted on it's own. twisting his body and holding his arm out to defend against the intruder...Only to let his nerves relax when discovering it was just the poor broken door slowly closing back to it's original poor position he had found it in. Internally cursing to himself at the overreaction it had caused him. At least...That was until he saw what was on the other side of the door he had missed upon initial entry. The gleam of a familiar metallic silver caught his eyes in the limited darkness he was able to make out and the shock at seeing it at first melted his sight and his mind raced. The door being the only thing to answer his shocked mind as it finally creaked back into place. 

The demon approaches slowly, one hand still gripped at his sword, fingers strumming against the wooden handle as if his nerves where itching to use it. Yet he remained stoic despite the clouds that where casting gathering to add to the storm inside his head. Upon closer inspection the knife in the door was too purposeful for this to be an improvised job, this job - this attack, this entire army had been planned from the start just as his father said. His eyes narrowed, other hand ripping the knife free from the blade that held it in place against the doorframe. The shining metal reflected the red staining his body and the eyes strained with hatred..

A inhuman scream tore through the night. An already broken door kicked off it's hinges as the demon walked back into the night seeking answers.

"What is the progress report?!"

"Lord Tsugikuni, Sir! All the survivors are rounded up as you asked!"

"The women! Did you check their eyes!?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Sir!," the soldier quivered and shook under the beasts drenched in blood. "N-No l-living woman has the eyes Y-You described."

"Did you even check the DEAD?!"

He ducked from fear and nodded. "Yes! Yes! Everything! We checked everyone! Everywhere! She's not here! I-If she was s-she must've fled already!"

A broken door was grabbed with an inhuman screech. Flown across the old pathway and into the remains of a still burning house. He was panting heavily... but he forced himself to relax. Now was not the time to lose his mind. Now was the time to think. Rationally. Logically.

"It does not matter now." Eyes much calmer from the heat of battle beforehand looked at the general. "Round up the men and send a message to my father to send more reinforcements here. In the meantime gather all the dead and bury them all. Does these flames. And begin tearing down the town. We'll rebuild this as a new in my own vision."

"And what of the survivors?"

"...I shall decide after I see them."

The demon turned casting the feeble blade to the ground as he marched off to a different area of the ruined town. A small clearing of grass filled with frightened people. Surrounding them were his men making them stay in place until they were ordered to do something with them. Most survivors were women and children. Most of the men in the village were killed protecting their families in the raid before he had arrived. They should be grateful to him but instead the children screamed and clung to their mother's and women cowered in fright upon seeing the demon dosed in the blood of their shared enemies. What few men were left stared in horror at him. Of course he was already expecting this but didn't care.

"Sir, it seems none of the women or children of the village were killed in the struggle." The demon's head snapped to the nearest soldier who flinched.

"Is that so? Why?

"Apparently according to a prisoner they were ordered to be taken in unharmed by one of Kibutsuji's general. General Akaza Hakuji. "

So she wouldn't have been killed. A  quick scan around told him she wasn't there. So where was she?

"Send a message to my brother that he will be receiving more survivors of war. Immediately." The demon turned back to the scared crowd of people. Pathetic. "I am looking for a woman who lived amongst you all." A hand stained with red pointed at his own terrifying eyes. "A woman in her early twenties with turquoise eyes. She's not here...Where is she?"

Terrified people did not speak other than the sobbing of women and the crying of children who clung to their parents and grandparents in desperation.

"I assure you no harm shall come to anyone who wishes to speak up. I only want to know the location of one person. She answers to the name of Y/n."

"The sick girl?" 

It was not but a whisper. No normal human would've been able to hear it, but the demon did. The bone cracking sound going off as he snapped his head to one young man sent the town doctor jumping. In a blink of an eye the demon was on him grabbing the front of his coat sending another wave of screams and fear through the crowd. The doctor yelled out as he was pulled mere inches away from the shifting eyes.

"This 'sick girl'. Where is she?"

"I-I don't know!" His grip tightened making his face pale like the corpses from battle. "I-I SWEAR TO YOU TO THE GODS!! I-I REALLY D-DONT KNOW!! N-NO ONE'S SEEN HER F-FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS!!"

A widening of surprise the eyes gave. "Two months?"

The absolutely frightened man nodded completely fearful. "S-She came to me four months ago after getting constantly sick!" He slammed his eyes closed and turned away as he was pulled closer. "Shortly after she was diagnosed pregnant she disappeared and n-n-no one's seen her since!! I swear to you that's the truth!! I don't know what became of her!!"

Silence rang supreme.

The whimper and crying around him went silent as a ringing sensation filled his ears and one by one slowly every eye blinked at the shaking, crying man who was on the verge of tears now. 

"....What..was her diagnosis?"

"Pregnant! S-She was two months p-p-pregnant! S-S-She must be near four o-or five by now wherever she is! P-Please.." a sob left his mouth. "Please D-Dont kill me.."

Thud. A body was dropped to the ground...The lumbering form of the demon stepped away numbly. Stiffly. Staring at nothing as the world went quiet and a ringing went off through his mind.  The word ringing around his head and being unable to wrap his mind around the concept.

Pregnant 

The concept was lost. The word not having no meaning but yet...A deep feeling of pride and hope swelled in his chest that had him clutching the flesh hard enough to draw blood to his fingertips. The woman he had come to love and want..was carrying the next chapter of their lives together. And yet...The reality of the situation hit him harder than any enemy's sword. She was gone and she had their children. Vanished without a trace.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI!!," a desperate man ran up to him with a horror filled expression. "We just received word back from the east! The ambush here was just a distraction!! The real army is making their way through the east riverbank towards your city!! Your father's been killed!!"

The demon hardly flinched. Hardly moved at the desperation in his voice.

"LORD TSUGIKUNI WHAT IS YOUR ORDERS!?"

"....Send the survivors to Yorichii. Tell him to send reinforcements." The demon turned back towards the whimpering women. Eyes locking onto three individuals. "... Except those three." A hand pointed out three people. A terrified old woman, and a middle aged couple. "Take those three to one of the prisons. They are to be sentenced to the hardest labor until their dying breaths."

"Sir, where will you be going?"

"I tire of this endless war. If they insist on pushing them I shall end it once and for all. Even if the ground runs red with blood."

The white snow ran red with blood. Many lives were lost during the heats of battles. Many others lost at his terrible hands. Clawing and clawing and tearing and tearing until they had no choice but to flee ..to retreat. To wave the white flag and finally it was over.

Three bloodied years of conflict and pain. And it was over in a matter of months by his hands instead of following any of his father's plans. His mind was in a haze for so long. His father's body was recovered in the middle of the battlefield and taken back to his home to be buried. His mother wept for days following after the funeral but he didn't shed a tear. He was too busy with the whirlwind of responsibilities thrusted upon him. As his father's heir, he was now head of his family. He did not have time for useless tears and feelings concerning one who was already dead. During this time Yorichii was silent and kept distance from him which was a blessing. Knowing his brother he must've sensed the tension shrouding his form and wished to give him space as he sorted out everything there was to be taken cared of. He'd still have to see the Kibutsuji head of clan to see where they would go from here. His mother urged him to seek peace finally ...For her sake (and what was left of his sanity's sake) he would go that route. But one thing kept revolving around in his mind. One thing he wanted. One thing he NEEDED most of all.

"I vow to find her. Even if I have to dig my way to hell and drag  her from the flames. Even if I have to claw my way to the heavens and fight the gods for her. I will find her and bring her back to me......I love her."

His mother had been concerned about his state of mind and for once he confided in her. Burdening her as he held her frailer form close and buried tear stricken eyes into her shoulder.  

"I knew there was something deeper to this." Her soothing voice shushed him as her weak hands gently held him. "There, there. Everything is going to be alright."

"I should not have left her. I should have stayed."

"You were being followed. If you had stayed and they found you there then she would have been in more danger. You were only trying to protect her," Akeno 's words did little to comfort her son.

"They did follow me! That's why they attacked that village! The end results would not have changed! She must think I have abandoned her! She has my child!....And for once...I am lost for an answer. I do not know what to do."

"The answer is simple, Michikatsu."

Soft hands gently reached out to pull the tearful face from her shoulder. Six eyes lost staring at the stern look of the woman who looked firmly. Spoke sternly.

"You pull yourself together and you go find her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Months passed since the bloodshed that had unknowingly spilt on the other side of the mountain.

Spring was the first season after a harsh long winter's nap. The second month into this season was already producing little buds blooming amongst the tree branches and pretty little flowers pushed their way from the once cold ground from a long deserved slumber. A single cottage with its doors and windows wide open was already welcoming in the warmer air as the occupants were hard at work cleaning the home after a long winter stuck inside. A series of bubbles were thrown out of a soapy bucket of water. The woman handling the bucket paying no mind as she cleaned the hardwood floors beneath her. The bubbles flew through the air hitting the light of the warm sun making them sparkle as they flew through the air and towards the sanctuary of a pile of blankets.

Eyes filled with wonder stared up at the sparkling floating objects. Wondering little hands reaching out to them as if they were some gift from the skies. A small noise of curiosity being given as the biggest bubble missed the hands and stopped in front of the wide eyed..And popped startling the big eyes.

".....Aaaaaaahhhaaaahaaaa-"

"Oh, Yuichiro. Not again." Two hands reached out to pull the infant from the bed he laid up on and began to lightly bounce the crying baby. "Shh. Shh. It's just a bubble. You shouldn't be afraid of such a harmless thing."

Despite his mother's comforting words, the baby still cried startling his brother's sleeping form awake and whimpering confused at the sounds of his brother making their mother sigh.

"Not easy having twins is it?" Their mother shot a glare at the man who chuckled. "Just kidding."

Rolling her eyes their mother looked back to the whimpering baby who sniffled staring at her with the same turquoise eyes. "Silly boy. You're going to be a troublemaker when you grow up."

#kokushibo x reader #yandere kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kokushibo #kokushibou #yandere kokushibou #yandere michikatsu x reader #yandere kokushibo x reader #yandere michikatsu tsugikuni #demon slayer michikatsu #michikatsu x reader #kny michikatsu #michikatsu tsugikuni #Kny #kimetsu gakuen #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #in the moon's shadow

[opalsdarkreadings]

(YOUR BLOG LOOKS SO LOVELY OML!) I was wondering if you could write H/C or an x reader story where Y/N is lost and ends up finding Alucard's castle. She tried to reach out for help, but Alucard don't give none no more. So, she ends up in a dangerous area and our pretty boy decides to save her and maybe gives her a chance?

Alucard x black! reader

Warning:none

Notes: I’m typing all this over my phone so some features aren’t on all on here. I’m also gonna break this up cause it’s getting long! Please come back for part two!

The air felt so thin, your lungs so desperately gasping air as you pressed your weaken body into the harsh and rough bark. Lines of sweat rolling off your skin, sliding down your features as your gulp whatever air that came to you.  

You couldn’t even decipher whether your hands were shaking due to adrenaline, starvation, or lack of garments. Either way, the freezing temperatures was relentless in its pursuit, nipping at any sort of expose skin. Causing that very area to turn numb with your blood running cold. Yet, your spirits still flicker brightly amidst the harsh storm. The twinkle of determination burning under the frigidness of the outside world. However, the same couldn’t be said for your physical body. Your muscles felt like stone, each weighing more then a ton while you push through the the blanket of white under your feet. The flimsy cloaks that rest over you, shuttering in the high wind. Threatening to be carried away if weren’t for the vice grip you had over the torn and ragged cloth.

As if your feet were on autopilot, they carry you forward. Eyes squinting in hope to clear the flakes of white that sprinkle over your lush lashes. Each crunch like a clock ticking away off your energy. Your vision doubles splitting off as you stumble along snow, legs trembling as you body felt heavier. Your body reacted before your mind could resister, you had walked into a stone step. Cold and ice over, yet still firm enough for you to climb upon. You could make it up the first two before collapsing into the stone steps, face only inches away from the door.

“Someone. Please help..” y/n mumbles weakly darkness consumes your vision, as your body shuts down

When you awoke, heat was the first sensation you felt. It engulfed you in a soft blanket not to the point of causing harm but enough to bring in comfort. Slowly your vision returns, e/c scanning over the area as you take in the environment. You were seated near a fireplace, the roars of flames and cackling pop of fire wood burning slowly fill your ears. You had thick blanket over your body. Wool, and warm like soft clouds, engulf you. You would have stayed there and went back to see if it weren’t for the gruff and deep voice that called out from the dimly lit room.

“You’re awake, good you can leave afterwards.”

The voice, a man, was gruff and held little emotion as he spoke. As though your very existence annoyed him.

Nearly jumping out your skin, you sit straight up. Eyes wide and searching frantically for the person. Yet not a single silhouette was shown.

“W-who are..” you stutter out gripping the blanket close to your frame as you frantically searched the dark.

“No need to know who I am just warm up and leave.” The voice answer back coldly. You blink looking around. From what little light shown in the room it seems this home belong to a very rich person. But confusion first came to mind.

Didn’t he bring you in here? Surely he had good intentions

“You surely don’t seem like a bad person, but you have quit the attitude.” You mumble the last bit under your breath barley above a whisper

“I heard that.” You felt someone presence near your ears as the word was spoken and you turned around. Face shrouded in confusion and amazement as a man stood next to you. Slightly bent to reach your ear.

He was beautiful to say the least, but that scowl over his face never did leave even as you faced him.

“I-I…how’d you..” you trail off, eyes racking over the man before you. His features being illuminated by the cackling fire before you. Blinking, you grip the blanket tighter worried that you may have gotten into something far more worse. His sharp yellow diamond eyes piercing through you like tiger watching over their prey. It was unnerving but strangely alluring all at the same time. His features were soft yet still held an edge to them to not be entirely feminine. Like a craved Greek statues.

“Are you done gawking?” He asked, elegant brow raised a he filled the silence that over took you. Finally breaking your eye contact you fiddle with the blanket edge.

“Please may I ask to stay here till..”

“No.” He interrupted, eyes glaring. Baffled as he didn’t let you finish a fury of anger bubbles in you for moment.

“Well that’s quite rude of you to not let me finish.” You snapped back glaring back to him as you huff. You were tired, hungry and barley clothes. Haven’t spent nearly three days on foot with barely any food and water with hunters on your back. You’ll be damned if you allowed some brat to treat you like shit.

“I could care less about your-

“I could care less about your attitude, you brought here, clearly you have some heart and I won’t be bullied back into that frigid hell.” You interjected glaring at him as you cross your arms

“I don’t know what prissy life you’ve had since then but all I’m asking is for the storm to pass over and ill leave.” Finally getting out all you wanted. Your e/c fall on his lemon colored ones. He stayed quiet, analyzing you again with eyes like predator scanning his prey before he scoffs.

“Very well, but you are only allows to stay in the front of my home no walking around and doing as you please.” He answered. Feeling pleased with yourself, you give him a small grin

“See was that so hard?”

“Don’t push it.”

#castlevania #alucard tepee #alucard x black reader #black reader x castlevania #castlevania alucard #castlevania x reader

[karskilledme]

Vets Test - Kars x Fem!Reader

Kars decides to test an interesting human he found to see if she is worthy of joining the pillar men in their new world. 

Female reader - SFW - Mentions of kidnapping, animal injury (non-graphic, no death), kissing, hair pulling, biting. 

3028 words! I love Kars; he needs more content! >:)

Minors and ageless DNI, 18+ only!

Sweat began to bead along my brow, my tongue pinched tightly between my teeth. It was agonizing work but somebody had to do it and why not me? I finished up the sutures on the small pup in front of me. The cruelty of humans never ceased to amaze me; how could we be so cruel to such innocent creatures? It was cases like this that made me reconsider my stance on humanity. I brought the little guy back to his crate and gently laid him upon the sterile bedding. 

“Rest up buddy, you’ve got a long road ahead of you.” I whispered, giving him a soft ruffle as I did. Suddenly a chill ran up my spine causing me to snap my head towards the open window behind me. Seemingly there was nothing there besides the now rising moon and the chirping of crickets. Still put off, I shut the window and drew the blinds. 'Seems it’s past my bedtime, I’m imagining things now!’

-

Unbeknownst to you there had indeed been someone outside. Concealed within the shadows stood a rather imposing figure. A 6’ something man made of little else but muscle had been watching you. Humans made little sense to him; their simple brains bred cruelty into the fiber of their being. Seeing you break that mold and show what appeared to be genuine, unmotivated goodness was something that intrigued him. Compassion was rare amongst humans especially towards animals. 

As he watched you work with great speed and precision an idea formed in his head. A test would be performed. He would test the limits of your care, see if you really were what you portray yourself to be. Humans usually only went so far and usually not any farther than their own comfort. It was decided. He would bring to you any injured animals he found and if he deemed you worthy he would find a place for you in the new world he built. As he came to his conclusion, he’d watched you slam the window shut. Turning to leave he threw one last glance towards your dwelling and spoke, “Prepare (Y/N), for I will see if you’re worthy or nothing more than fodder for my kind.”

-

I awoke to a sharp knocking. It could only be what, 5 in the morning judging by the still set sun. What could someone possibly need that’s so urgent? Begrudgingly I stepped into my slippers and made my way to the front door. 

“Hello, what is it?” I muttered out whilst rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My heart lurched as I saw the injured pup thrust in front of me. I looked up to see an actual giant before me. His head was wrapped tightly with a black cloth but his face was unobscured. 

“I heard you’re in the business of helping animals. A couple of low lifes were kicking this fellow when I found him. Can you be of service to him?” He spoke. His voice was deep and monotone, his pronunciation and cadence led me to believe he wasn’t from here, maybe not even from this time. I swiftly but carefully scooped the puppy from his outstretched hands and cradled him in my grasp. “Of course I can sir! It would be my pleasure!” Without another moment wasted I brought him back to my makeshift exam table. He was conscious but clearly in pain. I hardly noticed as the tall man entered beside me and loomed in the corner as I was quickly to work.

-

I watched with great attention the small hands of the woman in front of me. I could smell the combo of anxiety and adrenaline releasing from her pores. Her brows were tightly knit and her tongue poked slightly from her plump lips. Despite the high levels of stress I could read from her she moved with a level of precision and care that was far above most. (E/C) eyes darted from tool to dog and back again as she used every tool in her arsenal to repair the helpless creature before her. 

It only took an hour for her to finish doctoring the creature. As she wiped her brow, I rose from my seat to stand beside her. 

“Fine work, you’re skilled indeed.” I spoke. Blending in with society was a necessary part of my plans and thus human dialogue was necessary. She jumped slightly at my words, had she not even noticed my presence? Typical human, always so unaware and careless. Her eyes met mine, unaware that she was looking the ultimate being in the eye. 

“Thank you, I’m just glad I was able to help him. He seems like a good pup!” She paused briefly to glance at the now wiggly thing. “You said you found him? He must not have a home then…” 

I hummed in affirmation while studying the clearly conflicted look on her face. She gripped her chin and stared at the floor. “And I don’t suppose you want to take him?” 

At that I couldn’t help but chuckle. Sure, I was fond of living things non-human but the only pets I would tolerate were those of use, usually vampires or pliable humans. “Unfortunately not, I’ve no time for creatures who demand so much care. I did stay to introduce myself however.” I paused briefly, holding my hand to my puffed chest, dipping my chin towards her ever so slightly. “I am Kars, you may address me as Lord Kars.” 

Her face softened ever so slightly; her frown replaced with a small smile. She curtsied, “A great pleasure to make your acquaintance Lord Kars.” Electricity ran through my spine as my name rolled off her tongue. Her (E/C) mooning up at me through her lashes was no help either. There was nothing quite like a beautiful human that knew its place. 

She straightened and turned back towards the dog with a sigh. 

“I guess I’ll just have to find a home for him in town. Until then he can stay with me.” She packed the puppy up in a spare crate and turned towards me once again. 

“Thank you for bringing him to me, you likely saved his life! I’m sure he’s very grateful.” As she said this, she took my hand in hers and placed a chaste kiss upon it. My desire to be served and worship benefited greatly from the unexpected action so her familiarity with me would be excused for now. 

“It was no trouble for me. I’m glad to protect nature and its creatures from vile scum when I can.” I mused. “However I must be going now, the sun will rise soon.”

-

A few weeks had passed since my initial encounter with Kars and nothing had been easy since. A new animal seemed to appear at my doorstep every morning, always before sunrise and never with an owner. Fixing them up was the easy part but homing them proved to be a challenge. Luckily, I had housed all but one, an elderly cat with no eyes and one and half ears. I called her Grammy as I figured she’d likely not be leaving for awhile and to exist without a name was quite a sad thing. When Grammy was delivered to my doorstep she had a familiar black fabric wrapped around her head eye patch style. The fabric led me to suspect the sudden influx of animals was due to Kars. While I was very touched to be trusted with such an important job it was wearing thin on me financially. Thus I decided to wake up extra early to catch the man in the act. 

My alarm began to ring at the ripe hour of 4AM, Grammy meowing right along with it. Turning it off before I hopped into my slippers and ran to my front door, swinging it open upon contact. ‘Nothing yet’ I stepped out onto the dimly illuminated stoop and sat. ‘Surely I’ll catch him’ I thought to myself as my hand idly ran along Grammys spine. 

Only about 20 minutes had passed before I saw the imposing figure approach. As I watched him, I noticed a flight of butterflies in my stomach. His body was chiseled, his skin was a warm brown similar to the color of my morning coffee. ‘And I would drink him up just the same’ My jaw flew open at my own intrusive thought. ‘(Y/N) oh my god where is your brain!?’ I shook my head but couldn’t shake the thought of how suddenly attractive I found him. 

As he reached me, I noticed he was lacking a sick or injured animal, he was empty handed actually. Standing at his arrival I did an obnoxious curtsy recalling his requested title,

“Lord Kars, I thought I would see you.” I chirped. 

Kars smirked at my words, standing tall and regal before me. 

“So, you’ve figured me out human?” He said, his tone low, almost dangerous. Human? His words caught me off guard, what could he mean by them? Not wanting to cause a stink by what might be a simple misunderstanding I continued on. 

“I believe I have. You’re the one who's been dropping off all the poor animals.” 

He leaned against the awnings pole and chuckled. 

“And if I told you I was and that this was all a test, what would you say?”

I pondered this briefly. A test? What kind of test would require me to patch up and rehome so many animals in such a short amount of time? 

“I’m not sure I would understand what you mean if I’m being frank.”

Kars stopped leaning on the pole, closing the distance between us. His strong calloused fingers grabbed my chin. He turned my now blushing face from side to side before he was seemingly satisfied. 

“Simply put I was testing you.” He pointed at himself before continuing. “You see you and I are entirely different beings. Unfortunately you were born human, a disgusting species of selfish filth. Fortunately however, you seem to be a very rare exception. You’re unlike other humans who are clouded with greed, plagued with ignorance.” He paused again and opened his arms in a grandiose fashion. “You are someone I deem worthy of evolving! Evolving in my image to be greater than your wildest dreams. What would you say to that?” He finished, his arms returning to his side. 

His words sank into me but my brain could only spin with confusion. Was this guy being serious, different species? He looks human to me albeit a very sculpted and god-like one but nonetheless human. My lips parted slightly but the thoughts were yet to transfer to words. I met his piercing gaze. 

“You say you’re not human? I… I don’t know that I believe you.” I spoke, my words softening as they went. Kars smirked before seeming to materialize behind me. His breath was warm against my neck, a stark contrast to the cool blade that now tickled against my throat. His lips brushed my ear before meeting my neck sending a shock of electricity through my being. He whispered “What do you say about this? Do you know any human who moves as I just did?” 

I gulped as the blade retracted into his arm and craned my head to look at him. 

“I suppose I’ve never seen anything at all even close to that. I don’t know what to say at all, really.” I paused and bit my bottom lip. His red eyes narrowed at me piercing through me much sharper than his blade ever could have. His gaze wasn’t angry or malicious in nature but I could sense the danger of his very existence, the power of his being and in a way, it excited me.

My eyes felt heavy looking into his, a feeling of both sensuality and submission taking hold of me. He smirked before moving in towards my ear. 

“I can smell your excitement (Y/n).” he whispered. His hot tongue flicked against my earlobe before I was met with his eyes again. I couldn’t help but to look at his thick lips and imagine what they’d feel like against mine. Slowly I inched in closer, flickering my eyes up in a silent plea for permission before I felt Kars lips smash into mine. My eyes shot open in shock before easing closed. His large hand grasped my waist while the other cupped my head. The kiss was cut short when suddenly he gripped my (H/L) hair and broke me away from him at an angle that exposed my neck. I was sure he could see my pulse by the way my heart leapt. A sharp pain ripped through me as he bit down into the crook. My eyes began to twinkle with static whilst my fingers dug grip into whatever parts of him they could. Soon the pain subsided and was replaced with a rush of cold before my vision left me. 

.

My head pounded and my body ached. Unable to open my eyes, opting instead to groan and place my hands over them. I felt a soft dip beside me before a familiar old meow graced my ears. Turning to peak just as much as I could force myself to, I was met with the familiar sight of Grammy. A welcome relief. I rolled my sore existence over and stroked her. My brain was suddenly alive with the events that unfolded this morning. My hand shot to my neck where he bit me before quickly pulling it away to look for signs of blood. Nothing. I stood from the bed, which was certainly not mine, and ran to the ornate mirror that hung on the wall. There were no signs of what had occurred. My (S/T) skin was actually the nicest it had ever looked, there was virtually no signs of the weeks of stress I’d just endured let alone the injury.

“What is going on?” I softly questioned.

I turned to the room behind me and saw him, Kars. He was seemingly very amused by my awakening as he wore a shit eating grin whilst leisurely lounging in a grand velvet chair. 

“So, you’re finally awake.” He stated, lifting his chin from its resting place on his palm. I stared at him with uncertainty. 

“What exactly just happened?” I croaked. 

At that he sighed softly. “Humans never just roll with the punches do they? I simply made you the best version of yourself is all. Though you’ll never be quite as elite as myself.” He boasted.

I looked down at myself before shooting a glance at Grammy. “Ok… Well, what do you want from me? Why am I here, where is here?”

Kars stood from his spot and sauntered towards me, a slight sass to his movements. I noticed now, as he approached, a different scent to him. Something very alluring. 

“(Y/n), you worry too much. I’m the ultimate being therefore I only make right decisions. All you need to do is relax and tend to your cat as you would have at home. The only difference being that you’re mine now.” His fingers threaded through my hair as he spoke, the world's smallest smile pulling at his lips. I looked at him, a knot growing in my stomach. 

“Yours? Is that what you did to me? Are you some kind of vampire?” I questioned. He was putting this much too lightly. Just because he was some attractive god didn’t mean I could just accept being kidnapped. His fingers withdrew from my hair and found their place on my chin once more. His grip pulled me to meet his face directly. 

“Exactly, you are mine. I transformed you and marked you as my own. And while you are very close, no, I’m not a vampire though I can show you some.” He paused, seemingly reading my reactions before continuing. “I’m what humans call a Pillar Man. Powerful, near immortal, and more intelligent than the smartest of humans.” My face scrunched up as I took in this new information. His grip loosened but our closeness remained. Though still shaken I couldn’t help but study him. From what I knew of him, he wasn’t so bad despite kidnapping me and turning me non-human without asking. I mean anyone who has compassion for animals was a keeper in my book and he had helped me rescue more animals in the last few weeks then I had helped in the past couple years. Not to mention he was very, very attractive. 

I pulled away and sighed. Kars seemed to frown at this and trailed behind me as I absentmindedly walked back to the mirror. I could see him looming over as I looked at myself. “Are you not flattered to be chosen?” He questioned; a hint of irritation evident. I met his gaze in the mirror and shook my head. 

“It’s not my intention to insult you, but you’ve got to know that this is a lot to take in. Besides, I barely know you, not to say you seem like a bad guy or unlikeable but still!” I looked at Grammy who seemed to be trying to get a sense of the room. “And what about Grammy! Will she be safe here?” I pointed. Kars glanced at the ancient cat. 

“Of course. You’ve yet to meet anyone else here but know that I am the leader and what I say is law. Everyone is under order not to lay a finger on you or the cat.” 

A small sense of relief washed over me with that new information and a sense of ease with the man began to grow. Turning to face Kars I pressed my hands to his unclothed chest and looked up at him. The smell I noticed earlier now fully invading my senses. My lids felt heavy again and I found my hands gripping the black wrap he adorned, using it to tug him down. His lips twitched into his signature smirk before finding themselves ravaging mine. I think I could make this work. 

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐

☽︎𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚☾︎

Ch.21 - Ch.23

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Alan was in the living room when he heard the door open. Assuming it was Y/n he started talking to her. "Y/n, I thought you'd be staying at Lydia's tonight."

"Alan." Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled, making him look up in worry. She was leaning heavily on the wall. "I... I did something." She started to collapse from exhaustion and he leapt up to catch her before she made contact with the floor.

"Y/n. Y/n, look at me." Her head lolled back but she managed to look at him with heavy lids. She was pale and her skin was coated with sweat. Her eyes flickered between e/c and purple, her magic trying to help her but she's burned herself out. "How much of your energy did you use?"

"Almost all."

"Come on. You need to rest." He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the couch where he laid her down. She couldn't keep her eyes open. Alan quickly went to work to help her, making a drink that would help her regain some of her spent energy. When he put the cup to her lips she drank the liquid despite it being bitter. "What did you do?" He asked when she was a little rested.

"I used a spell with blood magic. I helped bring back Peter Hale." She tiredly admitted.

"Why would you do such a thing?" This isn't like her. She's insisted she wasn't ready for such powerful magic, why would she suddenly practice it?

"He spoke to me. He said it would prove to everyone that I'm not weak. That I was a powerful witch."

"Y/n." Alan sighed. "You don't need to perform such a dangerous ritual to prove your capabilities. You don't need to prove anything to anyone because you are powerful."

"I'm sorry."

Alan shook his head and gently ran his hand over her hair. "What's done is done. Just rest now."

"Derek. He's still at the Hale house."

"I'll take care of him. Rest." She slowly nodded and easily fell asleep. Bringing someone back from the dead was tiring. Meanwhile Alan went to the Hale house to help Derek.

Derek was unconscious, floating in a white nothingness. A voice started calling out to him. "Derek... can you hear me?" The voice was distorted, sounding normal one second and then painfully slow the next, overlapping each other. "Derek... can you hear me? I need you to answer me Derek." A high pitched sound slowly faded into his ears following the voice. "We don't have much time." It suddenly became too much and Derek squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his hands over his ears.

Derek gasped awake on the floor of the Hale house, Alan crouched near him. He slowly got up. "That sound... What was it?" Alan held up a dog whistle and smiled making Derek scoff. Derek stood up and stumbled, Alan quickly helping to steady him.

"You're gonna be weak for several hours."

Derek looked at his arm where the puncture marks still reside, his and Y/n's blood still staining his skin. He then noticed the hole in the floor, the memory of Peter bursting through it replaying in his mind. "It actually happened."

"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one." Alan put the whistle over his neck.

"Why did she do this?"

Alan knew who he was talking about. "Peter was haunting her. His spirit was connected to her and it seems he wormed his way into her head, convinced her to go along with his plan. He preyed on her insecurities and her need to protect those she cares about."

"Where is he?"

"I wish I could tell you."

"How about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me."

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother."

"You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're a... Kind of advisor?"

"She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities like he did to Y/n. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"I don't trust anyone."

"I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me... It's going exactly the way he wants it to."

...

Scott and Stiles had went to Noah and told him that Matt is the actual killer. When they convinced him to go to the Sheriff's station and look at the evidence they figured out that Matt can be placed at all four crime scenes. One's an incident, two's a coincidence, three's a pattern, and four is enough for a warrent. Scott called his mom to the station so she could give a statement since she had seen Matt at the hospital where the wife was killed and Stiles had went to let the front know to let her in when she arrived. But the officer at the front is dead and Matt is there with a gun. They go back to the Sheriff's office where Noah tries to talk him down but he's not having it. He makes them leave their phones on the desk and then takes them to the holding cells where he makes Stiles cuff Noah to the wall above the bench. Matt leads the boys back to the office, they pause at the sight of three dead officers in the adjoining hall. When Scott asks if he's going to kill everyone in there, Matt responds that that's what Jackson's for, he thinks about killing them and he does it.

Matt holds them at gun point while Scott shreds the paper evidence and Stiles deletes the files from the computer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first- whatever that means I think we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima." Stiles tries to get him to let them go when car lights shine in past the window.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt comments.

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt." Scott tries to plead but the front door squeaks signaling someone's entry.

"If you don't move... now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom." He makes Scott and Stiles walk to the front. "Open it."

"Please."

"Open the door." He commands more firmly.

Scott reluctantly does so, although instead of Melissa, it's Derek on the other side. "Oh, thank God." That thanks is short lived when Derek falls onto his back in front of them. Jackson half shifted behind him had paralyzed him.

Matt leans over to look at Derek. "This is the one who's controlling him? This kid?" Derek asks unbelieving.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's- that's right." Matt straightens up and looks at the teens with a grin. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, witches, Hunters, kanimas. It's like a fricken' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable Snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Matt gestures with his head and Jackson nicks Stiles.

"Hey!" Scott protested. When he went to move Jackson held up a finger, waving it side to side, warning Scott.

"You bitch." Stiles complains as he falls right onto Derek.

"Get him off of me." Derek demands.

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt crouches down.

"I have a girlfriend, not like you'd know anything about that." Stiles' remark is muffled by Derek's shoulder. Matt ignores it.

"It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles is ignored again.

Another car pulls up drawing Matt's attention. "Is that her?" He stands and faces Scott. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Matt rolls Stiles onto his back and presses his foot into his throat, cutting off his air.

"This work better for ya?"

"Okay, just stop! Stop!" Scott yells, watching Stiles' face turn red.

"Then do what I tell you to."

"Okay. All right. Stop!" Matt finally lets up and Stiles coughs as he's suddenly able to breathe again.

"You, take them in there." He instructs Janima. "You... With me."

…

Y/n sleeps on the couch, seemingly peacfully. Suddenly her brows furrow and she frowns.

Her breath hitches like she's trying to take a breath but can't. She stirs restless, hand coming up to clutch at her throat. Suddenly she sits up, gasping for breath. "Stiles!" Something is terribly wrong. She quickly jumps up from the couch, catching herself on the arm and forcing the dizziness aside. She has to get to Stiles.

…

Melissa has shown up to the station only to find Scott being held at gunpoint by Matt. Matt suddenly shoots Scott in the stomach and Melissa screams. Scott tells his mom he's okay and to just listen to Matt. She's locked in a cell near Noah as Matt and Scott go to the office where Derek and Stiles lay on the ground. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?" Scott asks him.

"You- you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, l-I want the book."

"What- what book?"

"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this." Matt lifted up his shirt to expose his side which now had kanima scales slowly spreading across his skin. Matt texted Allison for the bestiary from Scott's phone and left Jackson to watch over the paralyzed two while they waited for it in another room.

"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered to Derek.

"You know, the book's not gonna help him." Derek whispered back. "You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Universe balances things out. Always does."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?"

"Killing people himself."

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?"

"Balance."

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?"

"Not likely."

"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"

"Yep."

Stiles sighs. "All right, so what do we do? Do we just- do we just sit here and wait to die?"

"Unless we can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process."

"Wha- oh, what are you doing?" Stiles manages to look down and see Derek digging his claws into his own leg. "Aw, gross." Stiles sounds like he'll be sick.

Scott ends up getting Matt to tell him what happened to him, why he was killing. When he was younger he had gone to Isaac's house to make a comic book trade with the youngest Lahey, he didn't know the swim team had just won state and that Mr. Lahey was letting his favorites celebrate with drinks. Some jumped in the pool, and Camden, Isaac's brother, grabbed Matt and tossed him into the pool too, ignoring his yells that he couldn't swim. He was drowning and they were laughing. Then he's suddenly by the pool, Lahey over him.

"-Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says..."

"You tell no one!"

"He says, 'you tell no one'!"

"This, this is your fault!"

"'This, this is your fault'!"

"You don't know how to swim?"

"'What little bastard doesn't know how to swim'?"

"You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!"

And he didn't. Matt kept this horrible secret since then. He'd see them at school and they wouldn't look at him. He'd wake up gasping for breath in the middle of the night. His parents thought he was an asthmatic and gave him an inhaler. They didn't know he was drowning everytime he closed his eyes. Suddenly at the Argent's funeral Lahey accidently got in one of the shots. Matt was filled with rage and he wanted to see Lahey dead. The next day he was. He compares it to Greek mythology, to the furies who would swoop down and exact vengeance. If there was a crime that went unpunished the furies would do the punishing. Matt says Jackson is his fury. The next night a bond had been cemented between the two. Matt knew Jackson killed Lahey for him and he knew he'd do it again. He went to Tucker's garage, paid for an oil change, and took his picture when he wasn't looking. Hours later Tucker is dead. He took more pictures then. The Hunter, the husband and the wife, the promoter for the secret party. All he had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.

"So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked Derek.

"I think so. I can move my toes."

Stiles sighs. "Dude, I can move my toes." Suddenly the lights go out, emergency lights turning on a moment later with a siren blaring. Matt panics and asks Scott what's going on but he doesn't know either. Car lights shine in and the windows are blown out with gunfire. They take cover while the several clips are being emptied. The Hunters are there for Matt, the kanima, and Derek. They throw in smoke bombs and Scott uses it to ram Jackson out of the way and get to Stiles and Derek.

"Take him!" Derek orders as he moves more. "Go!" Scott puts Stiles' arm over his shoulder and carries him away. Jackson pursues them. Scott closes doors after him to slow down Janima but he kicks them open just as fast. One, two, three doors kicked down until Scott gets to a fourth that is made of metal with a sliding lock. That seems enough to deter Jackson.

Noah pulls on his restraints, trying to pull the metal from the wall. Derek manages to get to his knees, using a chair to help. He shifts and he growls. Y/n leans against a door and pants. She shouldn't be moving so soon, but she needs to get to him. She pushes herself off of the door and uses the wall to steady herself as she follows her invisible string that would lead her to him. She found Scott just as he set Stiles in a chair in an interrogation room.

"Don't move." Scott says to him. Stiles gives him a look. "You know what I mean." Scott leaves the room and runs into Y/n.

"What's happening here?" She asks.

"A lot. Just stay with Stiles. I'll explain later." He rushes off and she lets him. She goes into the room and closes the door behind her.

"Stiles!" She kneels next to his chair and holds his head up so she can look at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She didn't really know what she was apologizing for. For bringing back Peter, for not being here when he needed her, possibly all of the above.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I felt you. You couldn't breathe. I was so worried." She put her hand on the back of his neck. She shouldn't use her magic but she has to help him. Her eyes flash as she pulls some of the toxin from his blood and heal the wound. It was painless, she made sure of it. She would never hurt him. She droops a bit, sweat coating her skin again, but she holds herself up so he won't worry.

"What happened to you earlier? You disappeared, where did you go?"

The memories of what she did flashed through her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head to be rid of them. "I'm sorry. Stiles, I'm so sorry. I did something. But I'll make up for it, I promise."

"What- what are you-" She cuts him off with a kiss, rushed and desperate. She pulled away with a frown.

"I'm sorry." He furrowed his brows in confusion when she presses a kiss to his forehead, gently letting his head back down before she leaves, ignoring his call of her name. Y/n finds Derek and he lets her help him. He understands her motivations of helping Peter, no matter how misguided it seemed to be. She used her magic to push the rest of the toxin from his system. It was painless for Derek too. Seems Peter was right about her having better control of something like this, even with just one spell.

Noah has almost pulled the metal from the wall, Melissa encouraging him. Stiles has made it out of the room and struggled to crawl his way towards the holding cells, barely getting to peek around the corner. Noah has successfully gotten free, but it doesn't last as Matt comes up behind him and pistol whips him, knocking him out. Melissa screams.

"Matt?" Melissa calls. "Matt, please, listen to me. My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son?"

"How totally clueless are you people?" He asks when breathing catches their attention. Derek, still shifted, emerges from the hall, eyes glowing angrily. Y/n leans on the wall behind him. Derek growls and snaps at Matt. Hissing from the other hall makes them look to see the fully shifted kanima. The two creatures roar at each other and then attack.

Derek blocks a swing from the kanima and throws it onto a desk. Matt runs while the two fight. Y/n can't do anything to stop him, she can barely stay upright. The kanima hits Derek in the chest and makes him fly back. Derek flips into a crouch. They growl and hiss again. The kanima swipes, but Derek ducks under its arm and grabs the metal chair, using it against the kanima. The kanima also grabs the chair. The two struggle until the kanima pushes back and makes Derek flip and fall over the desk. Derek gets back up and rushes it, but the kanima grips the cell bars and kicks Derek back into the wall, stunning him.

The kanima dangles on the bars and hisses at Melissa who is terrified. Scott runs up, shifted, and impales the kanima in the back with his claws. The kanima screeches in pain. Scott throws it aside and crouches protectively in front of the cell. The kanima skitters away with Derek hopping over the desk to chase it.

"Oh, God, Scott?" Melissa calls. "Scott, are you okay?" She cries. "Scott?" Scott slowly looks back at her and she sees that he's not exactly human anymore. She gasps and slowly starts to move away as he stands to face her. She cups her hands over her mouth. "No!" She starts to cry, freaking out about what she's seeing. Scott looks down before he runs off.

Y/n stumbles to her knees next to Noah, her eyes flashing as she heals him. He'll be fine with some rest. And that's it. That's all her body can handle. She collapses from over exertion.

Scott runs into Gerard in the hall, now back to normal. "What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Scott says.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that." Gerard responds.

"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson-"

"And leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!" Scott steps around him when something falls. He bends down and picks up Gerard's pill container.

"You dropped this." He offers it to the man.

Gerard takes it. "Go!" Scott runs off and right past Derek who was hidden right around the corner. He heard everything. His head picks up when he hears Melissa calling to Y/n in worry.

"Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?" Melissa had seen her eyes, had seen the wound on Noah heal before her eyes. She's scared, terrified after everything she's seen tonight, yet her nurse instincts kick in to tell her to check on the very pale girl. Melissa kneels as close to the bars as she can and reaches through to check Y/n's pulse through her wrist. It was there but slow. Worryingly slow. Y/n was coated in sweat and her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Melissa skitters back again when she sees Derek approach. His face was back to normal but she could still see his wolf-like features in her mind. Derek crouches down and lifts Y/n into his arms, straightening up and carrying her. "What are you doing?" Melissa blurted despite her fear.

"I'm getting her help." Is all he said before he walked away with the unconscious witch. He took her back to Alan where she can be treated.

Ch.23

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