#a lowly filthy mortal

[dearchilde]

beidou didn't like my fuckin food :'(

#–;misc. #how dare me #a lowly filthy mortal #feed beidou a dish she didn't enjoy #what the FUCK is wrong with me #genshin impact #beidou genshin impact

[chuunai]

Dazai kisses you with the reverence of a worshipper. He’s eternally grateful that such a filthy, lowly demon such as himself received the affections of such an angel. His morning and nighty rituals begin and end with the same event—kisses all over your holy body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. They’re chaste and fleeting in the beginning, afraid to defile and corrupt you. But oh, he craves to hear the delicacies of your gentle hums and moans when he gets too messy later on and leaves a pretty mark. He knows mere mortals shouldn’t get too close to goddesses, but he can’t help but follow icarus’s steps and hope to touch the sun, you.

Chuuya kisses you like a man drunk in love. Your lips replace the bottle he used to seek comfort so often from, and the taste of red wine could never hold a candle to the taste of you. And not unlike the glasses full of alcohol, he finds himself asking for just one more kiss. They’re bold and clear to the point that he has given himself to you. He’ll proudly kiss the ground you walk on with the same energy he kisses you. He’s lost so many people in his life, and the one thing he wants is to keep you and your kisses all to himself. The finest wine deserves a knowledgeable man who won’t break the bottle.

Fyodor kisses you with the delicate touch of an artist. Every imprint of his lips on your skin is carefully arranged in an ethereal collage of devotion and intimacy. There’s no overdoing it or under-doing it, it’s the perfect amount. His words are always coated in sugary lies and webbed subsidiary secrets, and he opts to express his love through affectionate gestures such as a mere kiss. Being a man of God, naturally he strays away from anything too provocative and heated. Except sometimes in the dead of night, he thinks of Eve and the apple. He shouldn’t have you, no, but he can’t resist forever.

Sigma kisses you like he’ll lose you. The three years he has known this world has only taught him pain, anguish and anxiety. He’s so inexperienced, and he’s afraid that inexperience will frustrate you to the point of leaving him. There’s a bit of everything in a kiss with him, some tongue (he read about it online on a WikiHow article of how to kiss), the shaky hand on your cheek and hip and so much idolization. You lead most of the kisses by proxy, and he lets you. It’s okay if you use him like a toy. He’ll gladly be used as long as you don’t leave.

Nikolai kisses you with all the wild passion he can muster. The lipstick he wears smears across your skin, painting your Cupid’s bow red. Mutters of ‘pretty thing’ and ‘fucking delicious’ leave him with each deepening kiss. It’s a pity he’s thought about setting you free from this world during such a moment. Your heart bleeding around the knife, wails and whimpers of pain muffled by his lips while he guides you through the end of life. The last remnant of the chains holding him down would be gone if your kisses weren’t so hammering onto his soul. Every peck and smooch only solidifies his connection to you and this universe.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @briars-castle, @little-miss-chaoss, @sinfulthoughtsposts @starrs20

#bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #chuunai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd tag #bsd fluff #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #sigma x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol #bsd sigma #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bsd dazai #bsd

[trendywaifus]

WEEK THREE

↳ double trouble

two masters competing and arguing at each other as they fuck you.

transfem! jingliu & skirk x fem! reader

cw: overstimulation, pwp, double penetration, unprotected sex, mind dumbfication, slight blowjob, slight handjob, creampie, size kink

“ who are you to make an assumption about the way i carry myself, blade fodder? “ jingliu growls through gritted teeth, firmly gripping your hair while your lips are wrapped around her cock, sucking her off. skirk rolls her eyes, calmly crossing her arms as your free hand strokes her. “ blade fodder? how laughable. and why so quick to anger? it was merely just an assumption. but, purposely handicapping yourself while waving your sword around seems rather foolish, don’t you think? “ she speaks with a mocking tone, “ hiding behind a mere veil is weak. regardless of whatever trauma you’ve faced in the past, trying to actively avoid it by walking forward blindly is for cowards. “

jingliu spits, “ i should kill you where you stand for that, you—“

“ and hurt the girl in the process? you wouldn’t to do that, no? besides, we agreed on a bet. we’ll fuck her and have her decide who’s better at giving her pleasure. whoever she feel satisfied her the best, is simply better. “ skirk reasons, casting the taller woman a small smirk. jingliu huffs in annoyance, trying her best to not react as your warm tongue brushes against a vein.

jingliu lightly pulls you away and lets go of your hair. “ on your feet, dear. “ she orders softly, in contrast to the aggression she expressed towards skirk a few moments ago. she takes off her blindfold and places it over your eyes, firmly tying the loose ends into a knot. “ wait, why am i—“

“ for the sake of the bet. that’s all you need to know.”(just to avoid bias!)

after a few sounds of shuffling, one of the women lifts you up into her arms with ease, you yelp, hurriedly encircling your legs around her waist. she lines herself with your weeping entrance and slowly sinks you down on her length. you emit a broken moan as she stuffs you full. she grunts as your pussy clenches around her. hands shifts down to the fat of your ass, what felt like claws, slightly digs into your skin.

she holds you steady and snaps her hips forward, spearing you open with her fat cock. “ bounce. “ she whispers lowly in your ear, and you do as you’re told. as she fucks into you with slow, powerful thrusts, you grip her shoulders, trying your best to be in sync with her. due to her sturdy hips, you failed pathetically. the woman sighs in disappointment but says nothing. she speeds up a bit and repeatedly grazing the spongy patches of your walls. “ just like that please. .” you moaned, filthy sounds of squelching fills the air as your slick runs down her shaft and dribbles down onto the floor in thick globs.

her rhythm was so steady and powerful, it was addictive. it made your pussy ache for more no matter how much she stretches you out over and over again. “ more, more. . “ you whined, drool tickling down your chin, already cock–dumb. her breath hitches when she feels your cunt clamp around her again. just for a second, her pace falters before she swiftly recovers and keeps going at her previous pace.

“ what are you doing, you impatient fool? i’m not done with her yet, wait your turn. “ the woman grumbles as another body presses up against your back. “ don’t you hear her begging for more, you bottom dweller? “ the breathy voice, who you now know is jingliu, barks. skirk, who’s currently fucking you, scoffs, grinding her cock into your cunt. “ hmm, i wonder why she’s begging for more, you poor, miserable mortal. you should of kept that blindfold on. “

“ i’m just itching to strike you down with my blade once all of this is over. “ jingliu says harshly, pushing her long length inside your occupied pussy, stretching you out even more than you’d imagine. you mewled loudly, on the verge of squirting everywhere. “ isn’t this a pleasant surprise? she can take two at once. “ skirk mumbles with amusement, fucking you in her own pace while jingliu’s is aimed and fast. “ and yet, she can take mine better. “ jingliu remarks, snarky.

“ simply perish, mortal. “

“ ah, if only it was that easy, you abomination.”

“ extremely ironic coming from you. “

god, you were so out of it. you have two women at each other’s throats while they fucked you dumb. you could tell skirk was getting increasingly frustrated as her thrusts became fast and unforgiving. cacophony of moans spills from your lips, the overwhelming tension in your belly proved unbearable when jingliu matches with skirk’s speed and intensity. your eyes rolls to your back of your head as you violently squirted all over their cocks and made a mess on the floor.

“ how messy. “ skirks comments, not showing signs of slowing down as she’s too busy competing with the opposing swordmaster. “ just like your sorry excuse of an apprentice. “ the sword master hisses, chest panting heavily from your pussy greedily swallowing her cock. “ is your apprentice just as arrogant and weak like you are? did you teach that boy your techniques with a blindfold over your eyes too?” skirk questions sharply, glaring up at the taller woman in front of her.

due to overstimulation, their voices became a blur. after a few minutes of back and forth, jingliu was the first to finish inside you. she continues to fuck your gushing hole despite thick loads of cum flowing out of you. not long after, skirk releases as well and refused to pull out until she was sure completely she was milked dry.

“ now, tell us who was better. choose wisely. “ jingliu whispers in your ear, sounding almost impatient. after a moment without a response, skirk and jingliu was quick to notice how boneless your body felt against theirs. skirk sighs, realizing you passed out. “ it seems like we were too busy arguing, we forgot about this one. “

well, once you wake up, you’ll give them an answer and this time, they’ll focus more on you.

#jingliu x reader #jingliu smut #genshin skirk x reader #skirk smut #honkai star rail women x reader #genshin impact women x reader #hsr smut #genshin smut

[xxventiswindblumexx]

@hitomisuzuya and I spend all night coming up with the most vile feral head canons for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti! I'll like to add to it and post it for everyone! I'll be making a fic later for it too 🤭

⚠Warnings⚠:Feral activity, predator and prey dynamic, heat/ruts, biting, marking, animalistic characteristics, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, dub-con/non-con, absolutely filthy

𓁹Adeptus Xiao𓁹

The poor Adeptus already had trouble dealing with his feelings, now imagine that but triple the damage.

Zhongli had fed Xiao a type of herb that made him revert into a more animalistic state of mind, he wanted to test a few things out

Of course in this state of mind Xiao is too dangerous not to have in a collar and chain, Zhonglis gloves hand kept a firm grip on the end of it to prevent Xiaos escape, the Adeptus often pulled, growled and scratched at it

Curious on if Xiao could have offspring since he never seen the male try, he would innocently send word for Y/N to come visit him, that he had so em thing important to talk of.

While talking over tea he had Xiao in the other room hidden, he had slipped Aphrodisiacs into your tea, strong ones so I wouldn't take long before your slumped in your seat, face heating up and slightly panting.

"Are you alright Y/N? You look a little.. Sick? " he asked innocently as he sipped his own tea to hide his smile of amusement, once you could no longer give coherent answers he chuckled and place his tea cup down

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm sure your supple body will do just fine with Xiao" pulling you into his lap as his gloved hands trace your now over heating body, panting and whining at his touches

"Yes, you'll do nicely, and if I'm not mistaken you're quite fertile too, I've been hoping to find such a sweet mate for him" his eyes glowing slightly as his fangs graze your neck "I could almost mark you myself but, that would ruin my whole experiment. Come, you must see Xiao"

Bringing you to Xiao and placing you just outside his reach, he thought of tying you down but in this state you had no energy to fight the hormonal Adeptus so be a good girl and offer yourself to him, makes it easier and less painful to have a willing mate" he says as you could only whine, the whine plus your scent was driving the Adeptus mad, growling, biting and clawing at his collar even more, almost breaking lose.

Once Zhongli was situated at his chair with the chain in hand he undid the hook from his collar, unleashing the Adeptus onto poor Y/N

The Adeptus pinned the other down under him onto her stomach, his claws ripping her clothing, exposing her hot flesh causing you to sigh in slight relief

His mouth attacking your neck leaving love bites and mate marking as his claws dragged themselves down her body lightly leaving light marks.

Any time you wiggled rather it was to try getting away or just out on pleasure he would only growl lowly and force you back in place

His throbbing cock slammed into your dripping hole, he let out a loud groan as your moans was drowned out by his animalistic sounds.

Let's just say he wasn't going to let go of you until you become pregnant with his offspring

And once you do he wasn't going to let anyone near you, if Zhongli even attempted to check on you he would his a deep bite on his hand, Zhongli should've expected it, brushing off what normally would be a hand breaking wound for a mortal.

During your pregnancy he would pace around the shared room, the over territorial Adeptus made sure no one came onto his territory or near his mate.

Any whines you made from being sore or over all pregnancy pains he would be immediately by your side, licking his marks and kissing over them in an apologetic manner.

He often 'hunted' food, unfortunately Zhongli still couldn't let Xiao out of this home, he would be too dangerous to the public so he would often leave out food so I gave Xiao the feeling of hunting at least.

He would share his food always, no matter how much you already ate he would always split his remaining food with you

He would often run his fingers through your hair to calm and groom you.

Xiao is over all a very attentive mate, rough at first but will sacrifice for you.

⚡︎Scaramouche⚡︎

Scaramouche was at the mercy of Dottore, after being injected with a strong syrum and let him lose in his testing room, slowly watching the short raging puppet turn into a silent, shaky one.

He needed to test more so he called for Scaras assistant who was confused on where her Harbinger had went to.

"Here you look tired, I'm sure we will find him soon, just drink up and I'll get to it" he said so calmly, you should've known better then to drink anything from the Doctor.

After drinking what you thought was some water your face started to get hotter, your body reacting to the well hidden aphrodisiac

Once your eyes glazed over in lust he manages to guide you into the room before observing in the other room, looking through a two way mirror.

Scaramouche almost ran for you but clenched his fists annoyed, he's straining to hold himself back but once you're up against him, begging for his attention he wouldn't be able to hold himself

Forcing you down as he still manages to degrade you "You're such a slut, it's no wonder you're picked for this. Have you always thought of me with that filthy fucking mind of yours? "

He wouldn't take long before getting his cock shoved into your hole earning an excited squeal

(Head canon for a friend! 🤭) He would pull at your blonde hair harshly as his thrusts showed no mercy. "At least your hair is useful for more then just a damn warning on your IQ" he hissed as his hips rocks harsher

His hands soon gripping your hips as his hips falter, his cock twitching, cursing as he was getting closer.

Your release couldn't have come at a better time because Archons know if he would've allowed you to cum after him, a thick ring of white on the base of his cock only served to drive him over the edge, filling you full.

His electric purple eyes would shoot daggers at the Doctor if he dared to try prying you two apart, his more primal instincts would assume he would take his mate away.

Your neck and body littered with hickeys but most importantly his electro mark.

Once you started to show on pregnancy his hands never left your belly, cuddling from behind as they felt your belly swell.

Anytime the doctor came to check on you two or provide food he was always on the defensive, guarding you like an angry cat, hissing and even biting at him if he got too close.

He was a more lazy mate compared to Xiao, instead of making rounds to protect his territory he often just laid with you.

𖤍Venti𖤍

Albedo asked the bard if he could sample a special potion for him, and without asking or thinking of course Venti downs it because nothing can hurt him, he's an Archon so why even bother being careful

Well he didn't expect this effect

After being observed and noted on for almost an hour, his arousal grew, causing the bard to be whiny and annoying to the Alchemist, however he had research to do and couldn't just dismiss him, so Venti dismissed himself!

When the Alchemist looked away for a moment he would notice the bard had disappeared like the wind, he would look for him but of course he wouldn't be able to find him.

Venti is already on his way to find a special someone, this aphrodisiac brought the more feral side of him, he wanted nothing more then to just breed you right then and there when he noticed your soft smile as you spoke to Captain Keaya.

His jealousy grew, if the green eyed monster was a person it was Venti.

Of course he was stride over and wrap his arms around you, whining some as his eyes shared a glare to the captain that was far from his normal behavior

Luckily for Kaeya since he knew ventis identity he wasn't about to just play with his life here, sayo g his goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone

"What was that? I hope I didn't say anything" oh so innocent, not one bit aware of your overly jealous and arousal Archon lover giving the captain the scare of a life time

Oh how he will ruin you tonight

And like he thought out in his mind the whole time he's dragging you home, he would see your beautiful eyes looking up at him with tears as his cock slams back into you, he's already came twice as well as you but his Archon stamina never faltered.

Whining and groaning "oh my muse you feel so good, so tight~"

He praised his mate as he continues to pound into them through the night, only ever stopping once the sun started to peek over the mountains.

When you gotten pregnant it was definitely a shock for him, he really didn't think your soft mortal body could bare a child of an Archon, but he wasn't complaining.

Constantly rubbing your swollen belly, giving your neck kisses and huming tunes to you.

He would always sing you to sleep when you had trouble, always finding the freshest apples and cutting them for you, and whenever it got too hot his winds would cool you down easily

Unlike the other two he didn't have to worry about someone interfering with his mate

However if Zhongli did try to visit on this rare occasion he would definitely keep a wing over you, only ever using his Archon form to try an intimidate the other Archon who honestly could care less on that.

Venti is a mix of the other two, he's very attentive but also very lazy as well.

That's what I have for this part! I can make other parts upon requested! 😌

#genshin impact venti #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact xiao #fatui scaramouche #scaramouche smut #xiao smut #venti smut #feral xiao

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ok vampire hunter!König is hot but how about vampire!Engel with vampire!König who seduced and turned her?

König is the meanest vampire there is.

He never lets his angel become an independent, strong creature of the night; instead, he keeps her in his tower and “teaches” her, telling her she must never venture out because the world is a dangerous place and mortals are more cunning than she can even imagine, and Engel, poor fresh young fledgling that she is, just looks up at him wide-eyed and lips drawn into a thin line and believes everything he says.

And so there’s really no one to tell her that König is shunned by all the other vampires: he has a reputation, he’s more feral than any of them and always keeps to himself, never comes to the balls or burdens himself with the need to charm anyone or even dress properly, he’s like a relic from the past when vampires had to scour their meal from wherever they could get it, filthy docks or poor cottages in the hills, bothering lowly peasants whose blood tastes like dung. König lives in a time of war even though there’s peace now, and plenty of good blood to feast on, he has even killed some of his own – Engel really doesn’t know the full depth of the trouble she’s in... She couldn’t have bumped into a more unfit, berserk, depraved sire.

He always picks her meal for her: always fragile, meek women, dragged to the tower screaming and pale and filled with fear and horror: and he doesn’t even let her feed alone because he likes to watch. No one tells her that this isn’t supposed to happen: that a lamia’s meal is a sacred ritual, it's between her and the sacrificial lamb, and it's also a moment when a vampire is at her most vulnerable... But no: König watches her like a mortal would watch pornography or an obscene play, and Engel thinks it’s perfectly normal, she just wants to please her master, as difficult and hard as it is to do so at times.

And sometimes she feels this odd yearning – she was such a cute, well-behaved mortal, she had her whole life ahead of her, she never did anything wrong, and she never asked to be turned... (yes Engel keep telling yourself that) She just wanted to talk to this mysterious highwayman who walked her home when she got lost in the woods, who gave her the most intense hand-kiss she had ever received and after that, left her a blood-red rose on her windowsill every night... And now she finds herself here, in this ungodly tower with a monster – a monster she hopelessly loves and adores.

Sometimes the need to feed grows too strong and she floats down the stairs, helpless and weak, only to be met with König’s imperious form as he opens the heavy oak door and immediately catches on to what’s going on. His heavenly angel was about to disobey him; clearly, she doesn’t yet understand the danger she’s in (in truth König is getting pale even at the thought of her finding some other mentor, were Engel to leave him he would crawl into his coffin and never come out again).

So into the coffin she goes, without breakfast, and has to stay there alone until he's sharpened his knives. Only when dawn is already about to break, only after the sturdy old pine box echoes with her pitiful little whimpers, König finally joins her, gathers Engel in his arms, asks her if she has learned her lesson now, hmm? She must understand that this is for her own good: he’s just ensuring that nothing bad happens to her. After all, she's his responsibility; it was fated that they met. She’s exactly where she belongs; she has nothing to fear.

Then he feeds her himself: another taboo and a perverse act of him, and even sicker than anyone could ever imagine because König pushes them both to their limits, getting lewd pleasure out of Engel drinking from him until he's near the point of going into rigor mortis, groaning that she needs to stop (secretly wishing she wouldn’t… Not just yet…)

And König never tells her that their kind is supposed to sleep in their own coffins for a variety of reasons. He allows her to sleep in his, never even gets her her own, getting sick satisfaction from the way she curls up and clings to him like a pathetic, helpless human.

The only things he gets her are stunning, gorgeously large white dresses: pompous and flowy and frilly and so heavy she can’t possibly even dream of escaping while wearing those. The only time there’s a slightly more benevolent look in those piercing cold blue eyes is when Engel laughs and spins around in them, fresh blood on her lips, eyes outshining all the night stars...

She’s truly the most innocent, beautiful creature he has ever seen. He almost feels… what was it that mortals called it?

Ah, yes. Love.

#yandere könig #supernatural au #vampire au #vampire!König #könig x reader #yandere vampire #tw: dark content

[eepy2146]

[This is a short story, poem that I made back then for a friend of mine. I've gotten into the Identity V fandom, and i've never really expected to be too into it, though here I am.]

``His Mother had brought light upon his "corpse", to have cherished him, shown him love. She was the reason as to why he had changed, to have done it all for her. Now he'll do it all for you.``

To Bring Light Back Into My Life [Ithaqua Norwell]

His mother. His mother was the reason why he had changed. His mother was the reason why he had become the man he was now. His mother was the reason why he was doing this in the first place. It was all for his mother.

Her sanity, now lost and drowned deep within the sea. Fallen due to the bowel of the Gods. Gods who had taken away his precious, loving mother away from him. The wretched person who proclaimed himself to be a "God". The wretched mortal who looked so alike him, who had a face like him, had taken away the love and warmth that he once felt from his mother.

The proclaimed "God" who had died in his hands. Now a mindless person, nothing but a corpse.The day that his mother's sanity fallen before the hands of the Gods, was the same day that Ithaqua had lost his warmth and love, the two things that had made him feel like he was at home. On that anguish day had he thought he would never feel such warmth and love again.Yet.. Why was he feeling such things from you?

You who had forced your way into his life. You, who had claimed to love him despite your different roles as a survivor and hunter in this wretched game. You, someone, who had profusely confessed such love and affection for him despite the strange, angry and weird looks you had received from your very own acquaintances, teammates.

You, a lowly survivor, who he thought was nothing but a stupid fool for even thinking he'd fall for such tricks. A lowly survivor who he thought was an idiot for constantly trying to get his attention during every match, going as far as to throw the game just so he could notice you.She who he thought was nothing but a trick, a tool that was used to lure him by those wretched Gods.

You who.. he had realized was lonely and motionless by themselves, only to bounce right back to a happy, energetic person filled with such life in a quick of a second once someone had took notice of your strange behavior.

You who he, then later on, had realize such love for him so true, it was idiotic.

...

Yet it was you who had brought life once again upon his life, like how his mother did.It was you who had once again brought such warmth and love to him when he thought he could no longer get it.

It was you, who he thought was a lowly, stupid survivor, who had brought such light back into his life like his mother had once did.So it will be you who he'll change for, change for the better. Just like how he changed into the person he is today for his mother.

Ithaqua Norwell, who had once done it all for his mother. Will now do it all for her, like how she would do everything for him.

He who will change for the better for you. He who will change his ways and try to be more nicer for you, despite not knowing how to, despite struggling to do so. He who will try to love, all just for you. He who will go through hell and back to keep you away from those wretched Gods.

What Ithaqua had once done all for. What he had once lost all for, was his mother. Now he will learn, gain everything back for you. Try and change all just for you.

"I had lost everything. I had fallen and lost who I was from the hands of the Gods.. Yet now, I'm regaining who I once was from your hands. I despise Gods, them and their wretched ways and filthy hands. But your hands are nothing like them.. they're warm and bring me such newfound affection I thought I would never feel again.. My survivor, my dear, will you bring light upon my corpse just like how mother did?"

#idv x reader #ithaqua x reader #identityv ithaqua x reader #x reader #idv ithaqua #i have no clue what im doing #anyways #i hate going against him #but yk

[logicaltips]

SAGAU x Millennium Puzzle!Creator and "Imposter"

The soul of the True Creator rests within a mysterious vision, only emerging to protect the Imposter from harm as they wander Teyvat in the Creator's place.

"Keep an eye on them. If you truly believe that they are the Imposter, bring them and the holy vision to me. I trust your judgement, and justice will be dealt swiftly."

Those were Ningguang's orders, and so far, Yelan followed them to the letter. From where she sat in the dice game room, she heard the bell above the entrance door ring. Looking up, Yelan could see the Imposter walk innocently into Yanshang Teahouse. "This Imposter is as stupid as they are heretical", she thought. Their meek body posture and smile betrayed the rainbow-colored vision that radiated all forms of power into the air. The Creator's vision was a heavily guarded treasure, but it was now worn on a chain necklace by a lowly mortal, who wore the same face as the Granter of Wishes described by the ancient scriptures.

If she wasn't an acolyte, Yelan was sure that even she would be swayed by its aura and their face into believing the Imposter's lies, just like everyone else. After all, all true acolytes knew the true presence of the Creator like the back of their hand, and while the vision did well to emulate it, the addition of a submissive personality was it took to cast doubt in the minds of the Liyue Qixing ever since the Imposter entered the city.

Yelan commended the Imposter's efforts to become a copy of the Divine Creator; changing their face and stealing a holy artifact. But now, as her prey walked towards her, Yelan pushed those thoughts away and replaced them with utter fury.

"Yes, keep walking towards me, you filthy heretic. Walk into my web and as a reward, your head will soon fall off of our shoulders."

The Imposter walked into the room and sat down in front of her.

"Oh?" Yelan raised an eyebrow. "You seem a bit young to be walking around on your own, especially in a place like this. Does your weekly allowance even cover a single bet?"

The Imposter sheepishly rubbed the back of their head. "No, not exactly. I just came here... to play a game with you."

Yelan smiled. "I see. It seems like my reputation proceeds me. What game shall we play? Better yet... what shall we wager? No game is fun without some stakes, after all." Her eyes wandered to the holy vision that rested on the Imposter's chest.

Her opponent immediately clutched their vision and gave a nervous smile. "Sorry, but this is too valuable for me to wager. It's very important to me. Besides, you have one already, don't you?"

A forced laugh was the response. "I see, then how about we wager something different?" Yeah leaned over the table and gazed into the Imposter's eyes. They were so beautiful.

"How about... your life, sinner?"

With a yank of her arm, strings bound the Imposter's legs to the chair they sat on and slammed the door shut.

In one smooth motion, Yelan summoned her divine-gifted bow and notched an arrow, aimed directly at the Imposter's heart.

Their shocked look broke her heart.

"Yelan? Why-"

"Did you really think that your weak aura could be masked by the All-Divine's vision? You reek of it! You have corrupted the Creator's very presence and sullied their unreachable beauty with that false face!"

The Imposter's eyes began to grow wet with tears. "No!" They reasoned. "No, the Creator- they gave me that-!"

"You dare to mention the All-Divine with your tongue?!" Her bow shook with rage. "You commited such blasphemy and yet you still speak of the Creator as if you met them! All who follow the Weaver of Worlds know that they vanished from this realm eons ago! Your lies have dug you a deeper grave, heretic!"

With that final roar, Yelan returned her gaze once more to the rainbow vision.

"I know not of what you are, whether you are a creature from the Abyss, or a lowly mortal, but that vision does not belong to you!" She reached out her hand to reclaim the vision-

"Hands off, hag! Touch it and you die!"

Yelan immediately leaped back from the Imposter, who seemed to mature just from the new confident aura that enveloped their body.

It seemed so familiar.

"This vision isn't something you can just take, Yelan. Remember why I came here? Let's follow through on that. We'll play a game. I'll wager my freedom, my life, and this vision."

Yelan scoffed. "You are in no position to negotiate."

The Imposter crossed their arms in defiance. "I am. This will be a test of faith. Beat me, and you prove that your worship of the All-Divine is faithful and true, and that I am the Imposter. After all, why would the one worthy of the omniscient, all powerful Creator's vision lose in something as... trivial as a game? But if you lose... You'll have to face a penalty game."

Yelan pondered the offer. Penalty game? What could that mean? After all, even if the Imposter wins, they're stuck in this room until she unravels her strings. If they try anything strange, her arrow will fly true, and she'll pry the vision from their cold body. If the Imposter lost... well, they just gave her a reason to believe that they aren't worthy of such a blessing.

The intelligence officer smirked. "Very well. I'll choose what game we play then. Can't be giving you an unfair advantage after all..."

The Imposter nodded. Yelan reached into the drawer of the table and retrieved some rigged dice and cards, and began to explain the rules...

After Yelan missed her daily report, Ningguang grew worried. The intelligence officer never missed a report, and the fact that she disappeared after trailing the Imposter was enough for Ningguang to send a search-and-rescue operation throughout Liyue.

Hours later, she received a written report from Keqing. Yelan was found curled up on the floor of the Yanshang Teahouse dice game room, muttering to herself as she pawed blindly at the air.

"Forgive me. Please. I didn't know. Forgive me. Please, let me out."

That was all she said, even long after she was removed from the premises. Ningguang only had her rage on her mind as she entered her office, prepared to seek the truth of the entity that did this to Yelan, until a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Nice office, Ningguang."

It was the Imposter, calmly sitting in from of her desk. The rainbow vision that sat on their chest was glowing menacingly.

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

#sagau #yelan #yugioh #imposter sagau #creator is like atem #imposter is like yugi #sorry yelan fans #she'll be ok though #season 0 #shadow game

[cilil]

Day 6 ~ Loss & Betrayal

𓂃🖋 Characters/pairings: Melkor x Mairon 𓂃🖋 Synopsis: With Melkor trapped in the Void, Mairon can no longer reach him and resorts to addressing him in letters to cope with his situation on Númenor. 𓂃🖋 Warnings: References to/discussion of sexual assault. Also Mairon is a hater 𓂃🖋 Oneshot (~1.2k) | AO3

Beloved, 

I made it out of dungeons at last — in body, that is. 

In spirit I have long since been wandering and dreaming to distract myself from the miserable existence that I was subjected to. And subjected myself to; you know as well as I do that at times the long, twisted road of deception is a safer path to tread than brute force. 

I had to let them take me. Though it means little either way. 

The mortal king has, as was to be expected, grown fond of me already. He wants the divine secrets that only our kind has to offer, and more important yet, power and immortality. I promised him all of these things, of course, and he might well get at least a taste of some before I seize victory from his greedy, filthy hands. 

There will be a price to pay, however, that much I know already. Not only the shameful matter of allowing mortals to take me prisoner like a lowly incarnate, but also the realm in itself. 

I despise Númenórë, precious. I hate it. 

It is full of foul, indecent Men, crawling all over the island like the vermin they are. They consume lots of slimy seafood, presumably another "gift" from Ulmo and his ilk, and they audaciously serve me these abominations as well, expecting not only that I should eat them, but also praise their odious cuisine. They love the sea and venture out often, thinking themselves great explorers as if anything they could ever find has not been known for ages untold to us, the makers of this world. They worship our father and the vain Valar who in their eyes are nothing but strange gods they have never seen but bow to nevertheless, while they call us hateful names. 

And yet I must smile and gracefully endure the company of the king and those he surrounds himself with. He has named me his advisor now — a decision he will undoubtedly come to regret, though not a second before my designs for him come to pass and he faces his inevitable doom. 

The queen, it is said, was married to the king against her will, and I can certainly see the utter lack of charm that necessitated a forceful course of action. She does not lie with him willingly, and unfortunately his lust has fallen upon me instead. 

He leers at me when he asks me about our secrets. He corners me when I tell him about power. He touches me when I speak of you. He attempts to hold me when I praise your name. 

He has even had the audacity to call me a servant. 

Precious, 

the king has laid hands on me again. In fact he has only just now exited my chambers, satisfied with his detestable deeds, leaving me to bear the shame and impurity of a mortal's touch. 

I try not to see and not to feel when he comes near me. I try not to recoil or weep or destroy him for the crime of despoiling what belongs only to you. I try not to mourn the loss of our intimacy, long ago though it has been: This form was made for you, made for our love and our pleasure. 

Not for a mortal king.

He grows bolder now, having realised that I will not defend myself, and takes what he wants. And I have to let him. I could, perhaps should destroy him, burn down these chambers, the castle, the entire city with him and flee, but alas, I cannot and will not. For such petty revenge is not enough; the entire realm must fall. 

He does not even have the decency to humbly accept the grace that I show him. He treats me like a common whore, demeans and degrades me, handles me roughly, always takes and takes and takes and never asks. He claims I am nothing but a slave and a prostitute, yet it is him whose mind falls prey to my whispers and whose body cannot resist my beauty. 

I hate it. I hate him. He disgusts me, and no amount of gold or ships or crowns could change that. I need not tell you that only you are King of Kings, and no other could even hope to come close to your glory. I need not tell you that I never wanted any other. 

And yet... no matter how desperately I wish to burn those grasping, grimy, greedy hands whenever it comes into his foolish mind that a mortal could possess a Maia and he reaches for me, I must instead endure. I do not want it. I do not want any of this. But the plan must be executed, so that your enemies will be brought to ruin and returned to the doom you designed for them. 

Worst of all is the knowledge that the king will be back soon. I must admit now that the potency of my charms has become a double-edged sword: So very effective, so very strong is the desire I inspire within the hearts of weak mortal Men, yet being the object of such desire is a most undignified position to be in. 

He is insatiable, thoroughly ensnared, and I am... afraid. 

My love, 

I am distraught, more than I have ever been. I know not what to say. I wanted to cry out to you, but could not allow your name to be sullied by being spoken while another takes what is yours.

Beloved, I have committed the most unforgivable blasphemy against you and our sacred union. I saw it coming, knew it would happen, prayed for your forgiveness in advance, yet it did nothing to dispel the horror of such acts. 

I had to let a mere mortal violate my beautiful fána. I had to let a false king take me. I had to betray both you and myself for the sake of our perfect revenge. 

I want to burn my fána. I will burn it once I no longer need it. 

Even so, I weep. This is the very same fána that you touched, the one that bears the marks of your love. I desperately want to shed a skin so defiled, but the thought of losing what little I have left of you is unbearable. 

Forgive me, my love. Forgive me for letting a filthy mortal have me. Forgive me for sacrificing what is yours as well as mine. I swear that I did it only for you, for only the thought of you can keep me in this world — the thought of how you will smile when you behold the ruin of our enemies, how you will laugh, how pleased you will be with me. 

I have been trying to cleanse myself with water instead, but it is insufficient. I heated it until it was boiling, but it was not enough. 

I still feel his touch upon me, and it disgusts me. 

And if I shall burn to be rid of this filth upon me, so too shall the king and his entire realm. My flames shall feast upon mortal flesh as tribute for my sacrifice, and death shall claim all who remain until there is no one and nothing left of accursed Númenórë and its king. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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#mairon #sauron #melkor #morgoth #melkor x mairon #angbang #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #silmarillionepistolary #cw sa #tw assault #tw sa mention

[pearlywritings]

lil disclaimer: i'm writing this in the dead of the night as i can't sleep and my mind decided to make me notice and think about some details that maybe only i noticed, so apologies for any typo and side track :') also feel free to ignore if you're not interested or if it's too long, i know i'm gonna ramble a lot

first of all, hello margo! i hope this finds you well ^^ now, straight to topic, have you noticed how all the characters we got so far that come from a noble bloodline don't have animal feats? like the kamisatos, diluc, eula and many more, they're all human, while the animal-like characters like gorou and tighnari and diona and others aren't noble, but commoners

therefore my thought was: do nobles dislike the idea of having partners with animal feats? do they think it "stains" their "pure" bloodline, thinking that animals are lowly creatures not worthy of such a "honor" like being nobles?

and so i thought "what if in margo's works about diluc and reader's family, reader had animal features? the nobles already dislike her bcs she's a commoner who "stole" the best bachelor of mondstadt, but not only that, she's also a "filthy" animal-like person! preposterous!"

of course other thoughts followed as well: how would diluc and the kids act at the start, being new to reader having ears and tails and probably fangs, with insticts and particular preferences or anything related to the matter? would the kids take after her these traits? just one of them or all of them? what if the one of the twins has animal traits and the other not? (we saw it with lyney and lynette and till they explain how, i hc that these two had a human and an animal-like parents and lynette took after he latter while lyney after the former)

i think i told you everything i thought about so this ends here, but in case you're gonna read this and reply feel free to add anything that may come to mind!

take care, sleep and eat well and get all the love your genshin men have for you ^v^ wish you to win all your 50/50s from now on too!

Hi, dear anon 👋 hope you are doing well!

Wow, that was lengthy! However I am so sorry to disappoint, but I really can't add anything to your thoughts simply because I've never paid any mind to this issue. Not to mention - I don't have any favourite characters with animal traits.

My view on this, however, is very simple - I write humans with humans, hybrids with hybrids (preferably of the same kin) and immortals with immortals simply because I don't want to think or write about all the drama and heartache a human x hybrid or a mortal x immortal can cause. Same about reading stuff.

Hopefully it doesn't need mentioning that I am not against other people writing it - they do what they do.

And as for my family AU - my boys are already perfect in my eyes without any animal traits and I'd like that to stay this way 😁

#✨asks

[airyoubreath]

The Dragon's Slave [Prt. 1 Ep.1]

A/n: Content in this chapter may be distributing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

{Vankyo}

Blood splatters against my armor painting it a dark crimson. The dragon beneath my feet spasms, before taking its last breath. Their life essences leaking out the gaping wound from its head.

I didn't know that name of my victim's, nor did I care. My main mission is to eliminate anyone who stood between me and my goal. Which was to expand the Entros dragon clans' territory, everyone else was a troublesome bug that needed to be squashed.

Yanking my blade from the mangled skull, I take out my handkerchief and cleaned the sword, not wanting the incompetent Geod dragon's blood crusting on my weapon. When I was sure my precious blade was clean, I threw the clothe on the ground, before stamping it with my boot clad foot.

I didn't need it anymore. It was filthy.

It was my least favorite anyway. I had plenty more back home, one less wouldn't hurt. I walked away from the Geod, and looked out at the field that was soaked in crimson, with dragons of different species all dead. All in their different forms.

"Only five dead mi 'lord," My second in command, Qalthis spoke from behind me. I could sense he was in his third form, which was his mortal flesh. "Two injured, and everyone else either has minor cuts or bruises, but nothing we can't recovery from."

A victories shrill travels through me hearing the news. "Excellent. Gather the remaining men and take them to Clerris for food and shelter for the night. We move out in the morning."

"As you wish, mi' lord." Qalthis said, before turning on his heels and leaving to relay my message to the troops.

I was alone once again gazing at my handy work. Was I proud of killing innocent dragons? No, of course not. But what must be done must be done. It was all for the cause. A bigger picture, far grander than this one.

Unfolding my wings from my back, I took flight and headed to Clerris where my men await.

***

"Relax," Qalthis slurred, to me as he took another chug of his ale. "Your permanent scowl is givin the nice folk of Clerris a scare."

I gazed around the tavern to see to see that he was right. The female Entros dragon behind the bar, has wiped the same spot five times, and the other dragon's have deduced their chatter to a whisper. The air was thick with tension. And the reason, was because of me.

Not only was I feared among the other dragon races, but my own as well.

"I'm going to get some air," I said to Qalthis, who only sighed, dinking the last ounce of ale, letting a loud blech and a sigh.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, his golden eyes half lidded.

I stood from my place at the bar, and the whole tavern held its breath. Sighing I exit the stuffy place and let the cool autumn air calm me.

The night is silent besides the lowly croak of the occasional frog and the crickets playing their late night tune. It was peaceful out here. I leaned my head against the wall outside the tavern, closing my eyes.

"You little bitch!"

My eyes shoot open landing on a half-naked female who looked frightened. They then land on an older gentlemen who's face was turning purple from rage. His dragon on the verge of coming out.

"Stay, away from me you fecrur." She cursed taking father steps back away from him, trying to hang on to her ripped clothes.

" Listen here little girl. I paid good for your tonight." The other dragon takes a step closer to her. "So do me a favor and get back in there and do what you get paid to do."

She hissed at him like a cat which surprised me, until a breeze blew through, making her pheromones travel in my direction. Confirming, that she was in fact an Aquanis. A water dragon or serpent.

The smell of fresh rain, and ozone, mixed with watercress, fills my nostrils stirring something within me. My dragon to noticed her, and that's how I found myself walking their direction.

"Hey!" I shouted causing them both to look in my direction. The female eyes flashed with relief while the older male became angrer.

"Mind your damn business," he growled, his eye turning black. He was a death dragon, part of the Entros dragon clan. "She's mine."

I smirked coming to a stop when I'm standing in front of the Aquanis female. "Oh really," I began turning me gaze on her checking for injuries, or significant marks. "Because I don't see a musu mark on her. No bond was created so she doesn't belong to you."

The older dragon seethe, letting out a growl. "Get out of my way yougin if you know what's good fur ya."

I took a step towards him letting out a growl of my own. My dragon was near the surface but I was still in control, I let some of my power seep from me, my eyes turning red, and a few black scales scatter across my skin.

I watched as his whole face changed in pure fear. His dragon recognizing who I am.

"Y-your, h-him." He stuttered taking a step back. " Y-your t-the, t-the..."

"The Black Nightmare," I was in my mid-transition form, so it sounded more like a growl, than an actual sentence.

"I'm sorry to offend you, I'll be on my way," He turns on his heels tripping on his own feet as he ran down the street away from the whorehouse. When I was sure he was long, I closed my eyes turning back into my human form.

"Now, that is over with, mind telling me your name-" I stopped in pure shock only realizing now that I was speaking to air.

The Aquanis female had disappeared and her scent along with her.

***



A/n:

Dragon's have three forms

1. Reptilian [ Down on all fours]

2. Mid-transtion [ on two legs, has scales, dragon head, claws, snouts, and wings (Varies on race/ species)]

3. Human form 

#dragon #fantasy #slave #animalia

[globofhoney]

Tastes of flesh

(WARNING: blood, biting, violence, a bit of not SFW(?), ugh! idk what to tell y'all! it's damn sickening alright?)

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For followers of the light...she is nothing more than a filthy wench who should be put to execution for the treacherous sin she committed, tainted by creature from kingdom of darkness...is only the beginning of her journey down the path of unholy bonds.

She is only a fragile little toy, in hands of the insatiable demon, general of Lokheim. The day she bound herself to him, was when she realized it was too late to escape from death grip of this insane demon.

"Do not fret my little lamb, im not going to hurt you...much~"

His touch is harsh, callous, and full of cruelty, yet, it filled with strange sense of compassion for the wretched being such as herself, or maybe... it's only her who is completely blinded by the dark desires she has for him, to be with a demon is like hanging oneself's on a thread, after all...

"S-stop teasing me!"

For a lowly and weak human, she is such a brave, young soul. Spoke back to him in that manner, not only once, but quite a lot. Despite the horror tales of this carnage lord, he spared her life, and given her a new purpose, to become his plaything, through and through.

He always look at her with those red, abyssal blaze colored gaze, observe how (y/n) timidly move around and about his den doing her own business, like predator stalking prey in the dark. Surely, her skull could be a fine collection in his trophy room, but no...Omen has another plan, after all...a skull of a non warrior wouldn't worth his time to clean and keep.

They shared many moons together in heated and messy nights, Lokheim could be cold sometimes, but of course...little miss (y/n) refuse to be rot away in the unpredictable, freezing wind of the abyss. She begged, and made a demand from him, but also trying to be tough and unyielding in front of a maniac warmonger, Oh...what a cute little thing.

"Indulge my curiosity, little one, how do you feel about me?"

He asks the same question once again, and for a mortal whose actions based on act of folly, (y/n) could not say a single, not even foul curses she should say right in his face.

"I...I love you"

Sweet words rolled out of her tongue like a glob of honey, oh how much it strokes his ego and lift his spirit to ecstasy. He could sees through her clouded heart and mind, and craves it more.

"Show me then, show me how much you love me"

Softer fleshes and bones are considered as a good meal for Omen, he could just rip her apart and devour her literally like he did to any weaklings who stray too close to him, but she has more worth than that.

"Please...d-don't bite me too hard, it's- hurt!"

His violent adoration is always too much for her, anyway. But despite her futile resistance, her body always welcome him with warmth, it is alluring and making him hungry at the same time.

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It is all about lust for him, his little plaything knows how to lift his spirit indeed, Omen could not help but drowned in (y/n)'s lovely scent, and her mortality. One day she will die, whether it be by old age or fatal wounds, then...faded from his memory.

For now, he will indulge in scarlet paradise a little longer, the place only him and her existed.

"you're gorgeous my little human, all these lovely fleshes and blood...mine to take"

ferocious and swift, he always makes her scream in pleasure everytime he filled her.

"You look prettier with those marks on your body, i hope you like them~"

He is (y/n)'s scarlet paradise...

and she is also his...

#arena of valor #Omen #reader #demon and human #smut #afab reader

[mochi-peaches]

we are in charge of [rosy] cheeks and needing more sleep 🍑💕

i was tagged by this cutie @abunny-l (um you’re so cute i’m gonna boop ur nose) 💖💖

i’m tagging some more cuties!!: @suhlo @suhoslady @zyxjs @kjm-l @kjmyg @hakmyeon @songgyu @chanyeolly @sweetjunmyeon @byunrelatable @byunbread @pinktwinkleo @yeoreum @witchyeol @zkdliin @suh0-l @lgbtsuho @honeybeeloey @bloomingdaes @soohuns 💖💕💗💞 [also pls don’t feel you have to but know this: i love you and you’re all cute. if you disagree you’re wrong and i shall prove it]

#selfie #me realising i only take like 1 good selfie every 3.7 years and have hardly any: Heck #also i do not feel worthy... of putting my face... beside... mr kim junmyeon... the prettiest boy in the whole universe... #and me... a mere mortal... a lowly filthy goblin... #also: hate that i can't take a selfie without the tatas insisting on having spotlight. i'm tired #nothing like posting a selfie looking for that sweet... forbidden... validation... mmhhmmmmm yes validate me #sovnodfjnfc i'm kidding i'd only invalidate myself more yikes can i calm down

[knchins]

Bride of the Fairy King - Oikawa T.

Summary: After suffering a vicious assault, a maid goes on the run to seek the help of the Great Fairy King. He agrees to help at the low price of marriage.

Collab: The Underground

Pairing: Fairy!Oikawa x Reader

Reader Type: Female

Rating: M

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: referenced/implied sexual assault (no graphic depictions), murder, insecurity, Oikawa is a widower, consensual breeding, consensual arranged marriage, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cream pies, multiple orgasms, fluff, a lil implied reincarnation, mentions of pregnancy at the end.

Notes: The length kind of got away from me lol. Anyway, enjoy. I took inspiration from a French story about Oberon - King of the Fairies.

Thorn swept branches and jagged stumps tore at your delicate skin, ripping tiny lines of red into the soft flesh of your face and arms. The body hadn’t been found yet, you had time but for how long? How long until another lowly maid found the crown prince dead in his bed-chamber? How long until they figured out it was you who killed him?

Your judgment would be swift and your death even swifter.

Tears mixed with blood and dirt, leaving trails in the grime on your face. Would they be able to follow your trail? Would they even figure out that you had fled into the forest of the great and powerful fairy king? The elven lord was known for his unseeliness. His court was not one that aided humans typically. They were shrewd, vengeful, tricksters.

Despite this, there was no place safe for you on this continent. There was nowhere else you could possibly hide. Your fellow humans would rat you out for a few grubby coins and a pint of ale.

There was no one on your side here. No family to take you in. No friends that wouldn’t betray you. Loneliness never felt so suffocating before this day, and it only grew more gripping as the day began to fade into the night. The trees began to whisper, each leaf telling of your presence to the fae folk that lurked in the woods. They kept out of sight, perched high or hidden low. Always just out of the realm of mortal visibility.

The sound was deafening. Languages you couldn’t begin to comprehend swirled along with the evening breeze. In the distance, you could make out a lone yellow light and you prayed to anyone listening that it was a friend and not a foe.

You pushed your already tired legs to move faster, lungs burning from the gasping breaths of cold air you were intaking rapidly. Maybe if you got to whoever the light belonged to, they’d offer a bath and a warm meal. They’d show you kindness instead of wretchedness.

Maybe it would be the great king himself. The true ruler of the lands, an elven lord whose name was unknown as names were a powerful thing. No law trumped his law and if he ever so demanded it, he’d wipe out humankind from this cursed land. You wondered why he didn’t just do that if he hated your kind so much. Perhaps torturing them one by one was too much fun.

The light grew bigger, a flickering lantern outside a small two-room hut. Your dreams of a night of pampering after making your escape vanished with the remaining sun. The sounds of the forest grew with nightfall, becoming almost unbearable to listen to. The sensation of being watched had every hair on your body standing on edge. Something would come for you certainly if this stranger did not take you into their abode.

But what if they were just like the prince? A charming smile with wandering, forceful hands that held you down and took your purity. Your cries were seemingly unheard as no one dared come to your rescue. What if the only escape you’d ever have from the likes of evil men was death?

As you stopped in front of the door, everything came crashing down. You crumbled to your knees, legs giving out from having run for miles to what you hoped was safety. Sobs left you faster than your tears could keep up with. A filthy, weak little human with no aid in sight, no reprieve from the worst day of your life. You thought for sure that this was the end.

The old wooden door that held many splinters and cracks slowly creaked open. Inside a fire was burning in the hearth, keeping the hut pleasantly warm and keeping out the biting cold that had settled onto this half of the hemisphere.

In the doorway stood a man, not a particularly tall man but not a short one either. His black hair spiked with twigs and bits of leaves entangled into it, clearly having not been washed in ages. A scowl was on his face, though the air about him was light and calm. It was an expression that didn’t quite meet his olive-green eyes.

You looked up at him, tearful and sniffling as he crouched down to be closer to your level. His muscular arms resting on his knees. While he tried to keep the disgusted expression on his face, there was something more behind it. Something closer to curiosity. His shabby tunic clung to him, torn and dirtied. He had every appearance of a hermit, one that had been fabled to be allowed to live in the woods amongst the other fae folk without any harm being done to him.

“You need something?” He asked though he knew the answer was yes. It was very rare for him to have mortal visitors.

In an attempt to put yourself together, you wiped away your tears with a torn sleeve. “Might I come in?” You asked timidly, “to get out of the cold?”

“You’re not one of them damn fairies are you?” He asked with a grumble, clearly not wanting the company but not denying you outright. “If you are then you can leave, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“No! No, I’m a maid at the castle on the edge of the forest. I got into some trouble and I had to run away. I don’t want to burden you but the forest, it’s-”

“Very loud, I know.” He said in an amused tone as he stood. He stepped aside and you used the door frame to stand up and limp inside. He closed the door behind him and suddenly the sound seemed to stop. The only thing that could be heard inside the hut was the crackling of firewood.

“Thank you very much. I’ll be gone by morning, I promise.” You stammer, ringing your tired and aching hands together as you make your way to the fire to warm up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and you gave it to him freely. There was no point in keeping it secret.

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” He replied, stirring something in the pot that hung above the fire. “Most people just call me Iwa. Take a seat, dinner is almost ready.”

You nodded your head, calculating the risk in your head anxiously. There was a various array of weaponry hanging on the walls or discarded haphazardly on the floor. They could be used for self-defense but you figured the hermit was also a trained fighter. If he were to get a weapon as well then he could easily overpower someone as inexperienced as yourself.

The situation with the prince had been different. The only weapon in the area was his dagger which you took from his pants as he was getting redressed. It was easy to simply stab the life out of someone when they are caught off guard and defenseless. Things would have been much different if he had another weapon in his possession.

Iwa ladled several spoonfuls of stew into an old chipped bowl before handing it to you. “So you said you got into some trouble? What did you do?” He asked curiously before making his own bowl of food.

You brought the warm ceramic to your lips and took a sip. It was deceptively delicious. You hadn’t been expecting anything as rich and savory as this was. It was almost the same level of cooking that the chefs in the castle made for the royal family. Suddenly there being a lack of a bath for you to soak in didn’t seem so bad. At least the food he had so graciously given you was amazing.

“I…hurt the crown prince in self-defense.” She admitted, not wanting to go into any more detail than that.

Iwa snorted, “that asshole definitely deserved anything that came to him.”

“He’s dead.” You murmured, feeling as if you were breathing it into existence. A shocked look crossed your face when you realized that you had said that out loud for Iwa to hear you. “I-I mean-”

Iwa gave a cheeky, mischievous grin, “As I said, he definitely deserves whatever he got. You know this forest is dangerous, you shouldn’t have come here.”

“I need a pardon from the Great King.” You said, desperation shining in your glassy eyes. “That is the only way I’ll be safe.”

The hermit visibly stiffened at the title. His back suddenly went rigid and the humor washed from his face. “That would be a mistake. Do not seek him, do not go any further into these woods. You need to leave the way you came and find another place for refuge.”

“There is no other place!” You replied, not liking what he was telling you. “If I go back then it is certain death.”

“If you run into him then you’ll be bound for worse,” Iwa said cryptically. “He is not hospitable like he once was. Trust me, do not go to him.”

The hermit, granted to live in the mystical wood by the Great King himself, was no stranger to the arrogance and callousness that the royal housed within. After his queen died two and half decades ago, he had become a cruel tyrant bent on destroying himself and those around him. His people were dying. His forest was withering. His power was waning.

While no mortal outside knew of this, a fairy king is powerless without a queen by his side. As it was written at the dawn of time, as it still stood today. His grief was limitless and no other fae folk had any luck in consoling him. They may have warmed his bed at night but it was nothing more than a means to an end. A chance of a high he once felt but no longer could seem to manage.

With danger behind and danger ahead, there was nowhere else for you to go. “I can’t stay here.” You said aloud and Iwa nodded his head in agreement. He preferred his life of solitude. He didn’t want you there for longer than the night. The forest was the most dangerous after sunset. No human would ever survive without the touch of magic that he happened to have been gifted as a babe.

“If you must go to him,” He drawled, guilt creeping up at the thought of telling you this, “follow the turquoise and white toadstools. They’ll lead you to him. Do not touch them, if disturbed they will put out a neurotoxin that will leave you dead and it won’t be quick or painless.”

A small smile broke out on your face as you finished your meal. “Thank you, Iwa. I don’t know how to repay you for your kindness.”

In the light of the hut, he was able to see you more clearly. There was something familiar to you, something that he felt like he had seen before. Your beauty could have you mistaken as one of the elven fae folk that inhabited the woods. He hadn’t noticed before but now a red tint had adorned the apples of his cheeks.

Iwa cleared his throat abruptly to end his thoughts. “You can have the bed, I don’t sleep much these days anyway. It’s hard as a rock but it’s better than dirt.”

You nodded, bowing your head as you thanked him once more. He stood, taking your bowl and showing you to the only other room in the hut, a small bedroom that only housed a bed made of compressed straw and a few ratty blankets as well as a beat-up dresser that had seen better days.

He left you alone with your thoughts and fears in the dark room, the only light coming from the fire in the entry room. Somehow it wasn’t much colder despite being so far from the fire. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it tightly around you, closed your eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke to find Iwa asleep sitting up against the wall with a small wooden instrument in his hand that he had been whittling. Not wanting to disturb him, you silently walked around him, feeling bad that you had no way to repay him. Your stomach was still full from last night, though you weren’t entirely sure how. Normally you were starving any time you woke up in the morning but then again the thin watery soup and stale bread you were used to eating were hardly filling.

You found a roll of parchment and a quill, dipping it into ink and writing a short thank you note. Suddenly the lessons in learning how to read and write seemed like a godsend.

Outside the air was crisp and damp with morning dew. While it was nowhere near silent, it was much quieter than the night before. You wondered if the fae folk that had been watching you were sleeping or if the trees simply didn’t speak until after the sun began to set. Either way, you were thankful for the soft chirping of birds and the light crunch of dead leaves under your feet.

Another curious thing you found was that all your wounds seemed to be healed. Your muscles did not ache as if they’d been overworked the day before. The cuts, abrasions, and bruises all seemed to be gone though there had been no mirror in the hut for you to actually check. You had always heard about curious happenings in the forest, things that defied all logic, however, this was out of the realm of your imagination.

Maybe if the king was willing to hear you out, he’d let you stay and serve him instead of the cruel royalty you had been under. Despite the hermit’s warning, you still had some inkling of hope that everything would be okay.

Your eyes scanned the forest floor, seeing a trail of small turquoise and white toadstools in varying sizes. You hadn’t noticed them the day prior, but there were probably a lot of things you didn’t notice.

They seemed to only be growing in one small area and leading North, further into the wood. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before starting to follow along with them, careful not to step on one by accident.

You did your best to keep track of the sun in the sky. At times you wondered briefly what horrors await you if you did not find the king by nightfall. If you’d be torn limb from limb or eaten alive by dozens of tiny creatures like the old storybooks said. You hoped that either they were wrong or the elven lord you searched for would protect you.

After walking two miles along the path of mushrooms, the scenery not changing in the slightest, you began to worry about your fate. The sun was past its peak in the sky and seemed to be lowering faster than you could keep up with. Already it seemed that the plants had begun their nightly whisperings even though it was only the mid-afternoon.

Even worse, the trail you were following suddenly stopped. The pretty little mushrooms had ended in a strange ring. It was a perfect circle in a small clearing. It did not seem as if they continued anywhere else and you were at a loss of what to do now.

Suddenly, as you were about to turn to go back, a beautifully white leucistic buck leaped into the ring from what seemed like thin air. You hadn’t even heard him coming as he stared at you with dark black eyes that were full of both life and mystery.

The buck snorted, throwing his head back and letting out a chilling bark before looking back at you once more, turning and stepping towards the east. A sense of comfort washed over you, and while you couldn’t explain it you knew that you were meant to follow the immaculate creature.

As you stepped forward, you didn’t notice how close you had gotten to the ring. Your dirt-covered shoes stepped on one of the delicate fungi. It released a hiss and puff of yellow powder, a breeze bringing it up into your nose and mouth as you looked down. Terror swept over you once more as you looked back to the buck, eyes pleading to be saved as you felt the world spin before going black.

It was night when you awoke, a deadly chill in the area as the cold stirred you awake from the deep sleep you had been in. Surprised to find yourself alive, you sat up quickly to see the abnormally large white deer lying next to you in an attempt to keep you warm. It stood, shaking the sleep from its head and body before stretching almost like a cat.

The clearing was lit with dozens of lanterns that hung in the air with the aid of magic. They were floating all around, creating a warm yellow glow that allowed you to see clearly. In the middle of the small field of clover and wildflowers was a large throne made of shed antlers, old tree roots, and the same two-toned mushrooms you had accidentally stepped on.

Didn’t Iwa say that you’d perish if you harmed one? How is it that you were still alive?

The deer moved slowly but gracefully, passing behind the throne only to morph into an antlered man when it came out of the other side. A large cape made of white deer hide flowed behind him, his tunic pristine and without a speck of dirt. His dark brown eyes were curious, contemplative as he sat down in his cushioned seat with a lazy plop.

One leg was thrown over the arm of the throne as he held his head up with a closed fist. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A filthy little human in my forest? Do you have a death wish?”

His tone was callous yet somehow playful. He didn’t look particularly threatening, though the pair of antlers that still resided on his head could easily gore you. The sharp prongs would no doubt eviscerate you without much resistance. The smirk on his face made you take him a little less seriously, though he was still quite intimidating.

“Great King,” You said in a hushed whisper, getting down on your knees to bow lowly. “I come seeking your aid. I’ll pay any price for my safety. I’ll serve you until the end of my time without any complaint.”

In truth, he already knew his answer. He knew what he’d ask for in return. He knew it the moment he saw you leave the hermit’s hut. The way you carefully avoided not only his poisonous mushrooms but almost all of the plant life. Unlike the day before when you ran through carelessly without thought to the trees and brush, today you had felt that perhaps the noise came from your tear through the wood. Perhaps if you made the least amount of damage possible, the forest would spare you come nightfall.

It seemed you hadn’t been wrong in thinking that. That didn’t mean that he’d show mercy on you, however. It just meant that you were somewhat different than the other intruders into the forest.

“State your crime.” He said in a bored tone. While he seemed totally uninteresting in helping you, the fact that you were still in one piece felt like a good sign. Clearly, if he wasn’t considering it then he wouldn’t ask, right?

You stared down at your shaking hands. “Murder, your highness. I killed the crowned prince of the mortal southern kingdom in self-defense. The king will show me no forgiveness if he were to catch me.”

A bemused look crossed the king’s face. “You mean the same crowned prince that shot fireworks into my wood during the last holiday and started a fire? The one who pleaded for his life that he even agreed to give me his firstborn for my forgiveness?”

You hadn’t known about that particular agreement, but you had known about the small forest fire that had to be contained during the last winter solstice festival. “Yes, your highness, the same one.”

He couldn’t help but burst out into boasting laughter. The universe sure had a funny way of righting itself, didn’t it? The man he wanted nothing more than to kill for scorching his enchanted trees merely six weeks prior was now dead at the hands of a simple maiden. Whatever gods had blessed him on this day were sure to receive a bountiful offering during the next full moon.

You wondered what he was laughing at exactly. The prince’s twist of fate or your own. Maybe you should have pleaded with Iwa to let you stay with him. Would he hate the company that much? Perhaps he preferred being alone? You couldn’t imagine being by yourself, isolated from everyone else for however many years.

“I’ll help you, little dove,” He said as a wry smile spread across his lips. “I’ll protect you from that idiot human you call a king and all of his men. I only ask for two things in return.”

Your head lifted just enough so that you could look up at him. A million ideas of what he could ask for payment ran through, most of them horrible and resulting in death. Would it be just as bad as what the terrible prince had put you through? Your legs and arms that no longer held the bruises and soreness between your legs were gone for now, but would they just soon return?

“I’ll pay any price.” You repeat yourself, pausing before adding, “as long as it’s not death.”

A soft chuckle fell from his lips. “Quite the opposite, little dove, I want you to bring in new life. Become my bride and bear me a child. You will be a queen but you will be doomed to never leave this forest or my side.”

A tense silence fell as you wondered if he was joking or not. He was truly beautiful. The most handsome man you had ever seen. He hadn’t seemed particularly cruel and he was asking you instead of forcing you. But still, the knowledge that you were no longer a virgin weighed heavily on you. “I am impure, your highness.” You mutter weakly, tears filling your eyes and glossing them over.

A look of anger crossed his face as he sat up correctly, “is that the prince’s doing?” He asked, needing to know the truth. You didn’t seem like the type to work in a brothel. There was a purity about you that he couldn’t quite place. Not that he cared whether or not you had had sex before. After all, by human standards, he hadn’t been pure for centuries.

You nodded your head weakly in response, not wanting to breathe it into existence. It was better if you never had to talk about it again. Would he still protect you? Marry you? Let you bear his children?

There was a swooping sound as his shadow suddenly moved over you. He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently, an oddly soft expression on his face as he felt sympathy for his new betrothed. Sympathy and anger, though the latter he did not feel necessary to show. “Virginity is a human construct, that does not matter here.”

He held his hand out to you and you took it, bringing you up to your feet as he stood. “We do not allow such behavior here, no one will ever touch you without permission again. No one would ever dare. Do you understand?”

Relief brought on a fresh set of tears as you nodded to him, “yes, sir.”

He cupped your face in his hand, thumb brushing away the tear. “I hope you never know fear again, my queen.”

The king took you through an archway of branches and the trees morphed into a grand palace made of the most exquisite stone you had ever seen. Lush plants were everywhere, flowering out of season. It was a pleasantly warm temperature as if the bite of winter could never reach this realm. It was all so overwhelming, everything happening so quickly.

Other fairies bowed as you and the king passed them. They did not speak to him, something you found a bit strange but also wondered if it was simply a respectful thing. It wasn’t as if you knew very much about fairy culture. In fact, you didn’t really know what being the queen of them even entailed. Suddenly the beat of your heart grew loud in her ears as anxiety washed over you along with a cold sweat.

The antlered king looked down at you, cocking his head to the side. “What’s the matter? Not looking forward to being royalty?” The last part was obviously a joke. In his mind, who wouldn’t love to be royalty? To sit side by side with him as an equal.

“I’m just a poor servant.” You murmured to him, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the tattered rags you were wearing. “I’m not fit to be a queen.”

“Oh?” He countered in a curious tone. “You doubt what the Great King says then, do you?” Mock anger rose in his voice as he pierced you with his deep brown eyes. “Are you calling me dumb for wanting the hand of the woman who killed my latest adversary?”

“No! No, your highness, I trust you know what is best for your kingdom.” You stammered, tripping over your words. “I just don’t understand.”

“Some things are not for you to understand.” He replied, straightening back up. “You know, the last queen died twenty-five years ago. I have been in mourning since that day. I still would be today had I not laid eyes on such a peculiar creature like yourself.”

“Why is that, my lord?” You dared to ask, eyelashes fluttering as you blinked away tears that had welled up again at the thought of him discarding you as everyone else had.

“You hold an uncanny resemblance to her.” He said, voice softening incredibly as he cupped your face once more. “I thought my eyes and ears had deceived me. That I had finally gone mad. Tell me, dove, how old are you?”

“Twenty-five.” You replied, not seeing the connection.

A warm smile crossed his face as he sent a silent prayer to the gods above. “Of course, now enough questions. It’s time for us to wed.”

Your face heated with embarrassment as he led you to his bed-chamber. “Someone will be in to put you in something more appropriate. I’ll be right outside. No one will mistreat you here but if they dare, call for me. I’ll hear you no matter how far apart we are. Understand?”

You nodded your head, a weak smile on your lips as you looked over the lavish bedroom. It was even grander than that of the human kingdom. In fact, this one made theirs look like a commoner’s quarters.

You wondered if maybe the mushroom had killed you and you were simply living in the afterlife. However, at the memory that you had killed someone, you quickly thought otherwise. You had always learned that murderers didn’t have a paradise to go to, only darkness and pain.

A small elven maid came in with golden hair and pointed ears. “M-Miss?” She asked, her voice timid. “My name is Yachi, I’ll be your personal servant.” She said as she bowed. “Please, follow me to get washed up.”

With a nod, you followed her into the attached bathroom where a tub was already filled with hot sudsy water. Yachi helped you undress, your muscles sore again and feeling unsteady from having not eaten since the night before. It was dark outside still, and you figured it must be in the middle of the night by now.

You thanked Yachi, making her pale face turn a light shade of pink as she simply nodded. She had just been assigned his position and didn’t find herself worthy. Despite your grubby appearance, she knew you were to be her queen. You deserved respect despite how you looked. Your show of appreciation was unexpected but definitely not unwelcomed as she began to wash your hair for you.

The soap smelled like fresh flowers and herbs, nothing like what was used back at your previous home. It was incredibly fragrant but somehow light at the same time. Yachi gently finished cleaning your hair as you scrubbed every bit of dirt you could reach from your body. If you were going to be a queen then you damn well wanted to smell like one.

Once rinsed off, the water from the tub was drained and a large plush towel was wrapped around you before Yachi helped you step out onto the absorbent rug just outside the tub. She dried you off much as you had done to the crown princess when you were a servant. It felt strange to be in a position that you had dreamed about since you were orphaned. What person in poverty didn’t want to be rich with servants to wait on you hand and foot?

And all you had to do was bear his child.

The price was hefty but somehow if it kept you alive it was all the more worth it. You felt that you were actually getting the better end of the bargain. While stories said that the king was cruel and unkind, he hadn’t particularly been either with you. In fact, he had agreed to save you and protect you and make you royalty. Was he that desperate for a queen and child? Did it truly mean that much to him or his people? You never did really grasp castle politics in the human world and it would seem that things weren’t much different here in the fae kingdom either.

Once she was sure you were completely dry, Yachi brought out the most stunning white dress you’d ever seen. She helped you slip it on, lacing it up the back so that it fits you like a glove. You were in awe at just how will the garment fit you, had they somehow known your measurements? Even if they did, you had only just arrived. There was no time to make such an intricate dress in only an hour or so.

Yachi had you sit down at the elaborate vanity that was housed against the wall. She dried your hair with the use of magic and styled it in a way that had you looking like a goddess. Your reflection rendered you speechless as Yachi smiled softly at your expression. “You look so amazing, my lady.” She murmured as she admired her work. “The king will be pleased when he sees you.”

The king? Your heart began to flutter. The king was the most handsome being you had ever set eyes on and now you were to be wed to him? You felt faint suddenly, overwhelmed by the prospect of getting married to someone within hours of meeting them. Sure it was to save your own life, but were you ready to be a queen to an entire race of elven fairies? Would he be a kind husband? Or would he become cruel as soon as you were his for the taking?

“I hope you never know fear again, my queen.” His words rang in your ears. Did he truly mean that? Fairies were known to be tricksters with devilish ways. They’d take and feast on your children if you weren’t careful. That was what you’d be told as a little girl to keep you out of the woods.

You swallowed thickly as Yachi watched you curiously. She wanted to ask questions, but she had been taught not to pry into the lives of the royals. She was to be seen and not heard, though speaking when giving direction to someone new was permissible. It wasn’t like you knew anything about this place or what the proper etiquette was.

“Yachi,” You asked, your voice shaking, “is the king…” You paused. Trying to find the least offensive way to ask your question, “Do you think he will treat me well?”

The small fairy girl had never been asked what her opinion was. Not by the king or previous queen. Not by anyone of any nobility. No one superior to her had ever cared. She was quiet for so long that you were sure you had offended her. That she was maybe angry at you for whatever reason.

Then, she finally spoke, “the king used to be very kind when the previous queen was still alive. He treasured her and spoiled her. He doted on her day and night. The queen is the source of the king’s power. Without her, the forest has been starting to die. His fear of losing everything has made him cold and bitter…I hope that you can change that. I hope you and my lord will be happy together as he and her highness were before.”

You took in her words, mulling over them as she placed a circlet of flowers and silver on your head. He had said you looked like her, would that be enough for him to treat you like her as well? You could only hope.

“Come now, it’s time,” Yachi said, helping you stand. “The ceremony is private, no one else can bear witness.”

“What do I have to do?” You asked, knowing nothing about fairy marriages.

She smiled softly, “you exchange your names. Your birth name. No one else is to know.”

The blood seemed to drain from your face, “but plenty of people know my name.” You breathed out. The entire human kingdom would once word got out about what you’d done.

Yachi chuckled, not meaning to laugh at your naivety. “It works a little differently for humans. You will be blessed with a new name of your choosing. You’ll be born again on this night, my lady. You’ll no longer be human after the marriage is consummated.”

You let out a sigh of relief. Though it was still a lot to take it, it was good to know that the deal wouldn’t be voided because people knew your name. It was still a little confusing, however. “I’ll be a fairy? Like you?”

Yachi’s face turned pink once more. “Oh no, my lady, much greater than me. I’m just a servant. You’ll be a queen. You know my name but I will never know yours. You hold that power over me.” She corrected you, though you didn’t quite see what the difference was.

“I must go fetch the king, please do not leave this room.” You nodded and she quickly left.

As you fidgeted with the sleeves of your dress, you wondered what he’d think of you. If the Great King would still find you suitable to be his next partner. If you were no longer human, then did that mean you’d live as long as he will? How did the previous queen die in the first place? Would you share the same fate after so many years? A shaky sigh left your lips as the door opened slowly.

He stepped in with all the grace in the universe, dark eyes roving over your appearance as he frowned. As he moved closer, you instinctively stepped backward, making him cock his head to the side in a way that had him looking like a curious child instead of a ruler. “You look lovely, my dove.” He said, taking your hand into his and bringing it up to his lips as he bowed to you. “Beauty fit for a queen.”

You grew hot with embarrassment as he stood back up, a smirk on his face. “Did little Yachi explain how this was going to go?”

“Kind of.” You murmured, “She said we’ll exchange names and that I’ll choose a new one.”

He nodded, “It can be any name you dream of. You are starting new tonight, dove. If you wish to keep your human name, you may, but I advise against it for your safety. Is there another name you wish to be called by?”

You thought hard, trying to think of another name you could use. A few came to mind but one seemed to stick out more than the others. Your eyes met his and you nodded your head quietly.

“Good, no one knows my true name except for one other living person, the captain of my guard. I will whisper it to you, we fairies have sensitive ears and I can’t have anyone eavesdropping on us, now can I?” he asked, voice playful as you shook your head. You wished there was a pause button you could press, then slow down the turn of events. Yachi mentioned the marriage would have to be consummated but did it have to be tonight? The thought of having sex again had your heart racing and breath hitched in your throat.

He leaned in, though sensing your nervousness he knew that he needed to continue on. “My name, my queen, is Oikawa Tooru and I am the king of the fairies.”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine as your hand shook in his. He remained bent down so you could whisper back the new name you had chosen into his ear, “that is my new name, my king.” You murmured softly, a tear escaping down your cheek again. You felt foolish for crying even more foolish for tensing when you felt soft lips kiss the drop away.

“What are you afraid of?” He asked outright, “I will never force you to do anything you are not ready to do, your highness. We do not have to share a bed right away. I will wait for your mind and body to heal fully. You are my wife, my partner, and not my slave.”

You let out a breath of relief, crying happy tears now before embracing him tightly. Oikawa was caught off guard at first but smiled softly as he hugged you back, holding you in the warmth of his arms until you decided to pull away. “When you are ready put this dress back on again so that I will know to make a move.” He patted your head affectionately. “Do you wish to have the room to yourself until then?”

You bit your lip before nodding, wanting some alone time. Though you did feel bad about him not being able to sleep in his own bed. “I’ll be in the room next door if you need me. There is a small bell on the bedside table you may ring if you need Yachi. Rest now, food will be brought in shortly. I have some formal matters to attend to, announcements of your arrival to make. Do not worry, you are safe here.”

He let go of you, kissing the top of your head with a happy smile before leaving you there alone. Once he was gone you laid down on the bed and sleep quickly overtook you. That night you dreamed of fae folk and the forest. The unknown language of the leaves suddenly made sense to you as the wind blew from a slightly ajar window. It was peaceful, calm, and most of all happy.

After three weeks of blissful marriage, you decided to once again put on the dress gifted to you on your wedding night. You had heard whispers among the court about how promiscuous your husband had been before marriage and overheard the complaints of some of the women he had bedded before you came along. Oikawa had ended all sexual contact with others, saving himself for his new bride.

No one knew for sure why he wasn’t sharing the same room as you, but it was speculated that you hadn’t given yourself to him yet. When you brought this up to him, he assured you that he was not upset. That good things were worth waiting for and not to listen to the gossip of the trees. He had been the model gentleman and while you figured he had to be frustrated simply by the longing looks he gave to you at night before you parted ways, you knew he’d never admit it to you.

“Yachi, can you let his highness know that I’d like to see him in our room?” You asked after she finished helping you into the intricate dress.

An excited giggle left her, “of course, I will fetch him right away for you. Are you sure that you are ready?”

You nodded, a bashful look on your face. “I think I’ve kept him waiting long enough. He’s held up his end of the bargain, it’s time for me to hold up mine.”

There had been reports of knights entering the forest, only to be cut down by the creatures within. You were officially wanted in the human realm, but time and time again the Great King would put your fears to ease. The woods were well protected. You wished to repay him for his kindness.

Minutes after Yachi had left, there was a familiar knock at your door. A smile graced your face as you called out a carefree “Come in.” The door opened and there stood your husband, dark eyes going black with desire as he saw the dress you were wearing.

He stepped inside, immediately closing the door behind him. Tiny branches grew over the knob, entwining together to form a lock so that no one else could enter. “Are you certain about this, dove?” He asked as stalked forward. “No one has influenced your decision, have they?”

You chewed on your lip, unsure of how to answer that. While you have found yourself lusting after him, the gossip has also grown fears of him seeking someone else’s bed. King Oikawa didn’t seem like the type to cheat, however, you had seen the human king sleep with many mistresses over the years and the queen never could say anything about it.

“Not exactly,” You murmured before telling him your fears. How your previous king acted and how some of the other fairies of the court had talked openly about his past sex life. By the time you had finished a frown formed upon his soft features.

“I’m loyal to only you, my love,” Oikawa said, taking your hands gently. “You should revel in the fact that I could have anyone in my kingdom and beyond. No one would ever turn me down, however, I chose you. Out of all the bachelors and bachelorettes, I wanted you. You are my queen and I would never betray you.”

You smiled as warmth flowed through you at his words. You freed your hands from his grasp before raising them up and holding his face, bringing him down for a passionate first kiss. At first, Oikawa was caught off guard, having not expected you to make the first move. He quickly recovered, tongue moving across your lips until you opened them for it to probe into your mouth for exploration.

You allowed him to take the lead, not really knowing much about what you were doing anyway. While the two of you had shared some emotionally intimate moments over the past few weeks, you had never done anything physical. He acted just the way he had promised which only made you trust him all the more.

Oikawa walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the pelt-covered bed which sat perfectly made on its ivory frame. He pushed you gently, making you fall back onto the plush bear fur that lay on top of the bedspread.

His hands ran down your arms slowly, pulling away to murmur a spell that had your dress disappearing before your eyes. A foreign mix of embarrassment and arousal flooded you as you moved to try and cover your breasts and mons pubis with your hands. The king let out a low chuckle at your attempt at modesty, taking your wrists and forcing them back by your head so he could enjoy the full view of your body.

While he had appeared so patient on the outside, Oikawa was going mad with lust on the inside. He kept himself composed until he was alone in the room at night, fucking into his hand over and over but never quite feeling satisfied. You were wed, a binding vow was made, and day by day his desire to breed you was growing harder to resist.

He doted on you, praised you, admired you, all while thinking of all the things he wanted to do to that sinful body of yours. Spring was coming, the trees were already budding with new growth, and the need to bring new life with it was always present in the back of his mind.

The king sat up, discarding his clothes in the same way, and watched with a watering mouth at how your curious eyes widened at the size of his cock. His ego only seemed to inflate more as you mumbled how he wasn’t going to fit. How he was too big.

“I have faith in you, my queen.” He said in a sultry tone as he pressed two fingers against your clit. Already your lips were slick with want, a small moan leaving you at the tiny jolts of pleasure his rubbing gave you. While Oikawa wanted nothing more than to fold you in half and fuck you hard into the mattress, he knew that you weren’t ready for such treatment. After all the only sex you had experienced was against your will and he knew that you had taken no joy in it.

His eyes seemed to gloss over, no longer that beautiful honey brown but now a deep endless inky black. Your hips buck on their own, and when you felt how amazing it was to do so, you kept doing it until the tension was building rapidly in your core. Your husband was singing your praises all the while: that’s my good girl - look at how great you’re doing - cum for me, dove, don’t fight it.

When you did finally hit your peak it was the most mind-numbingly beautiful thing you had ever felt. Ecstasy crashed over you like waves and you hadn’t noticed Oikawa position himself between your legs to lap at your sweet juices. Only when you felt his tongue move into your folds did your breath hitch with uncertainty.

“T-Tooru,” You tried to murmur but it came out more like a greedy whine. He finished cleaning you up, raising up, and sliding a single digit into your hole. Again it was a new feeling, it didn’t hurt like your last experience. Your hips were angling to find the right position as he slid in a second. You gasped at the stretch but it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was a need for more, for him.

You didn’t last long, already sensitive from your first orgasm. When you came on his fingers you were finally able to notice the devilish smile on his handsome face. If only you knew the things going through his mind. If you did then you wouldn’t have such a blissfully calm expression on your face as his cock smacked against your lower belly when he leaned down for a kiss.

His tongue mingled with yours once more, a distraction as he spread your legs and positioned his tip at your entrance. He moved at a snail's pace, entering you only after you gave him a gentle nod. The pads of your fingers pressed firmly into his back as you bit the inside of your cheek. While it didn’t hurt as much as it had during your assault, it was still uncomfortable.

You fought the thoughts of that terrible night away. This wasn’t the cruel and terrible prince, it was your kind and loving husband. The Great King who had shown you nothing but kindness and generosity. He promised to never harm you and so far he had always held up that end of the bargain. There was no reason to not trust him.

You relaxed with a deep breath. Oikawa was shaking with restraint. Your plush walls were tight around his cock. Did you even know you were clenching around him? He groaned as he felt your grip slacken, a sign that he could finally move. He dragged his hips back, dick sliding out with ease before slowly pushing back into you.

He pushed all the way to the hilt, making you feel positively full. Suddenly a piece you didn’t know to be missing was in place and the joy of it had you whining for more. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around her waist to adjust the angle. Now he could hit a sweet spot that you hadn’t even known existed. It had you moaning out his name in a way that made him almost go mad with want.

He only sped up at your beckoning, and soon it was at a speed you were certain was not possible for a human. Your ankles ended up on his shoulders as he pounded into you, mouth on your jaw planting light fluttering kisses between the filth that began to flood from his lips. You like that, don’t you? My cock pounding into your tight little pussy? I bet I’ll get you pregnant on the first try, my little slut.

Pressure began mounting once more as his words ignited a fire within you. It was different from the horrible things the prince had said. You knew Oikawa’s words weren’t a reflection of who you truly were. You were on cloud nine, getting fucked by your very own guardian angel. What else could you possibly ask for?

Oikawa was grunting, close to his first orgasm as you tightened around him suddenly. “That’s it, cum for me again, little dove.” He practically growled as he rammed into you harder, heavy balls hitting your ass with a loud slap.

You hit your peak once more, this time it was the most intense orgasm of all as your walls fluttered around him and your hips jerked wildly. Oikawa was cursing, moving your knees to your chest in a mating press as he made sure to be as deep as possible when he came. A large load of hot white cum filled your still trembling hole.

The afterglow was nothing you’d ever felt before. You both were panting as he pulled from you, kissing your forehead gently. The impossibly loud thoughts of defiling you now quiet in his head as he moved to lay beside you for a brief rest.

He called out your name softly as you turned to bury your face into his chest. He hummed as he rubbed your back to soothe you. The gravity of your new life began to weigh heavily. Not only were you now a queen but surely after that, you were bound to be a mother as well. Overwhelming feelings of anxiety had you crying, though you were trying to hide it Oikawa picked up on his instantly.

He understood that having sex for the first time could be scary for anyone, especially someone with trauma. He wasn’t offended or angry, instead, he continued to soothe you gently as he might a child. Lulling you into the sweet embrace of slumber.

You woke up to your face being pepped with tender kisses. A sleepy giggle left you as you opened your eyes to see the smiling brunette fairy on top of you, waking you the best way imaginable. “Guess what, dove?”

“What, my king?” you asked, giggling again as his breath fanned your ear.

“I’m all yours the rest of the day.” He said happily, having taken the day off from his royal duties to be buried into you for hours on end.

You had grown used to him having a busy schedule, it wasn’t very often that he wasn’t patrolling the forest for intruders or meeting with the captain of the guard. Sometimes he had to serve judgment on crimes within the kingdom or against the kingdom, such as the recent intrusion of human knights trying to search for you. You felt guilty but he told you that this was actually a common occurrence he dealt with.

Now that he once more had a queen to boost his strength, the forest had recovered the outer beginnings of decay. The growth could be seen at nearly every tree you came across. Toadstools in different colors and wild animals flourished. It was the healthiest it had been in twenty-five years thanks to you.

To say you were elated was an understatement. Love was in the air as you were happy to find that you were in no pain from the night before. You held his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss as you pressed your naked body against his. Oikawa chuckled into the kiss, giving in to temptation easily as you felt him starting to harden against you.

His hands roved over your breasts, squeezing them before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. The sensation had you mewling into his mouth as you ran a hand through his soft brown hair. He pulled away so that you could catch your breath, face flushed as his hand traveled lower to tease your clit with a light pinch.

“Are you sure you’re ready for another round?” He asked, his tone teasing as you whimpered out a helpless yes. He lifted your leg up, putting it against him as he positioned himself at your entrance once more and plunging in with no restraint whatsoever this time.

The sudden intrusion was uncomfortable for a second before you quickly adjusted. Oikawa leaned down to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips as he started at a brutal speed. Lewd sounds filled the room as he rubbed your clit in tandem with his thrusts, wanting to see just how fast he could make you cum now that you knew how wonderful sex could be.

You practically screamed at the roll of the orgasm, hips pressing upward to try and feel more of him as he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He grabbed your hips and raised them upward before quickly shoving his cock back into you. You let out another cry, surprised at how deep he was reaching inside of you as his hips smacked against your ass.

The undeniable sounds of sex could be heard in the hallways, having young elven fairies blushing and older ones smirking. Your voice carried, sounding sinful and heavenly. It would seem the king really had found his queen after all.

“That’s it, dove, cry for me louder. Let everyone here who you belong to. Careful, don’t say my name so others can hear it.” He teased as he managed to ram into you even harder.

“My king!” You changed it up to prevent his name from being echoed throughout the wing of the palace. “Please, have mercy,” you began to whimper at the threat of a second orgasm, already overstimulated at how unforgiving his thrusts were.

Oikawa tsked, “no mercy for my queen.” He groaned, uncaring who could hear him as you clenched around him at the title. His hand came down to give your ass a slap, the stinging sensation enough to send you over the edge again.

He worked you through your high, voice cooing sweet nothings as his rhythm softened until he finally came. You could feel him pulsating as he filled you with cum once again, fucking the white liquid into you for a moment until he was soft again.

He pulled out and laid down your hips gently before kissing your temple. “That was amazing, your highness.” His voice was light and airy, still dizzy from his own orgasm. “Would you like some breakfast now?”

You smiled, glancing at him with a slightly embarrassed expression as you nodded. “I would love that.”

That night there was a grand banquet in honor of you no longer being human. While you still weren’t entirely sure what it meant, nothing felt any different, Oikawa had assured you that the process was painless. He had said that you had awoken that morning as a fae folk and not as a mortal. The physical changes, if any, would be extremely gradual.

All night people came up to you both, congratulating you on the marriage, and the few that had heard the consummation even gave their king a wink. He’d merely smirk in response, proud of himself for being able to please his new bride with ease.

There was a massive feast of food you’d mostly never seen before. However, everything you tried was delicious beyond imagination. It made the stew in the woods pale in comparison. Your thoughts drifted back to Iwa, you had yet to ask the king about the man but were uncertain how to bring it up. You wondered how he was able to stay in the woods without being harmed.

You wanted to find a way to thank him because without him you wouldn’t be here right now.

Oikawa noticed you lost in your thoughts and assumed it was just because of all the new faces you were meeting. Fairies from all over the kingdom had come to finally meet their new queen, to dance and drink and celebrate all night long.

Only a few hours had passed by when a frantic messenger ran up to the king, bowing quickly before speaking, “Your highness! Fire on the Southern border, humans are trying to infiltrate the forest. I fear they are looking for the queen.”

Oikawa had felt something off about the forest. He had a deep connection to it, which is why it had started dying slowly through his grief and loss of the magical conduit that had been his late wife. With his new love by his side, the trees and plants had been growing stronger every day. It wasn’t just the season changing that had brought new growth, but your budding love for him had too.

“No need to stop the festivities,” Oikawa said plainly. “I’ll have reinforcements sent to the Captain. They’ll deal with the intruders once and for all.”

He called over two men, one tall with short bushy eyebrows and dark hair and another slightly shorter with blond hair. “Take your strongest men to aid the captain. Make sure no one who enters the forest leaves alive.”

Both nodded and gave slight bows, though it was easy to tell that they were both eager to fight. Matsukawa and Hanamaki went to handpick the team that would be joining them in their trip through the gateway and into the woods.

You gave your husband a worried look to which he planted a kiss on your forehead. “No one will ever hurt you again, my dove, didn’t I tell you that before?”

“The animals in the forest, and the hermit…” Her voice trailed off, “he helped me my first night. Kept me safe and fed me. He even told me how to find you. I owe him everything.”

A curious look crossed Oikawa’s face with perhaps a hint of jealousy. “He means so much to you?”

Your eyes widened, understanding his implication, “no, not like that, my king. I mean if it weren’t for him I would have never found you, my love.”

Your answer satisfied him enough to have him chuckle. “Iwaizumi is the captain of my guard.” He admitted, “He’s not a fairy, but he is a powerful sorcerer. He prefers to live in the woods alone, guarding all that live within. I just sent him help to fight off the knights, I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“He’s the captain?” You muttered in surprise and Oikawa nodded before plucking a berry off a nearby plate and eating it.

“Did you think I let just anyone live in my territory?” He asked in a teasing tone. “Yes, he is. And don’t worry about him, my queen, he is probably going to have the time of his life tonight.”

You nodded, a smile etching its way onto your face as you nibbled on some of the food that was in front of you. It would seem that everything had come full circle. There truly wasn’t anything to worry about. You were married to a man you were sure was the love of your life, you were a queen of such an amazing race of people, and it would seem that you had everything you could ever ask for, everything you ever dreamed of.

Two months later there was another celebration, but this time it was for the announcement of your pregnancy with your first child. It would seem that you had held up your end of the deal as well and neither you nor your king could be happier. Nights were filled with adoring sex, days with amazing food and dancing and plays of all sorts. There was never a dull moment in the kingdom, and best of all there had been no attacks on the forest since that night eight weeks ago.

Everything was perfect and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ANYTHING with Subaru Sakamaki (preferably male reader if you don't mind)

gentle

pairing: subaru sakamaki x male! mortal! reader

summary: gentle is a foreign word to subaru, but he's a gentle boy.

category: fluff

warning(s): hemophilia(?), anemia(?), blood, biting, hickey(?), syringe (for prescribed medication)--i have no medical knowledge originally a oneshot but two more parts planned

word count: 2728

key:

italicized - flashback of christa's (subaru's mother's) words or thoughts

subaru sakamaki's mother wasn't present for much of his childhood, and the few memories he has of her are tainted by her often erratic state.

although he knows his mother wasn't stable and would be considered by most as abusive, she was important to him, and he took everything she said to heart.

"filthy"

"dirty"

"monster"

"something on your mind?" a gentle voice asks subaru. he feels nimble fingers gently wrap around his right hand, which is tightly gripping onto a pencil. it's on the verge of breaking, and that would've been his fifth pencil gone this week if the stranger hadn't intervened.

"gentle..."

subaru responds to the foreign word by abruptly pushing the stranger against the closest wall, his powers adding to his swiftness.

"agh--" the stranger, who turns out to be a boy who looks around subaru's age, grunts as his body slams into the wall. "sorry, you just looked like you were about to break your pen--"

subaru punches the wall next to the boy's head with his free hand.

"i'm sorry!" the boy flinches hard, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"gentle!"

subaru releases his grip and lets the boy fall to the ground.

he picks up his pencil and is about to leave when the stranger's voice stops him.

"hey, i'm really sorry about interrupting you. it was my bad to sneak up on you like that," the clueless idiot says sheepishly.

subaru only scoffs before taking his leave.

"they're so pretty, aren't they, subaru?

if you provide the special care they need, they'll flourish and stay beautiful forever.

but just one mistake, and their pretty petals will wilt away and perish."

subaru becomes consciously aware of one of his classmates. he's never bothered to pay attention before, but it's as if this guy's presence demands subaru's interest. it was the way that he so swiftly changed from being terrified of subaru's violent demeanor to brushing it off as a natural reaction to being caught off guard. is he really that naive? what's wrong with him?

so far, what he knows is that his name is y/n, he is a new student, and he is incredibly stupid.

"hey," y/n smiles.

subaru isn't sure how this happened. did researching a boy so idiotic make his unawareness rub off on him? he's been staring directly at y/n, and he clearly saw that y/n noticed and was approaching him, yet he's still startled when he snaps out of his trance with y/n's face right in front of his.

subaru scowls at the boy and sits further back in his seat.

"what's up?" y/n asks as he sits in the empty seat next to subaru's. the seats around him are always empty. his temperament and sour personality aren't exactly a secret.

subaru tries to punch his desk hard enough to leave it on the edge of shattering as a warning, but y/n doesn't seem to want to take it.

"you've been staring at me a lot lately. could it be that the popular subaru sakamaki has taken an interest in me, the lowly commoner?" y/n jokes.

subaru's glare falters.

"what?" he hesitates.

"i was just kidding," y/n reassures. "is it because of last week? when i snuck up on you? because i'm really sorry about that. you just seem down every time you break a pencil, so i thought i could save that one."

what a talkative guy.

"yeah, i guess i am."

subaru didn't mean to say that out loud, and his face starts to burn.

"i don't give a damn about pencils," subaru immediately spits, averting his eyes and trying to ignore the way his face was heating up.

"yeah, my bad," y/n says dejectedly before getting up and returning to his original spot in class.

subaru waits until he knows y/n isn't nearby before allowing his eyes to wander to the back of the boy's figure. he almost feels bad for treating him so coldly.

his gaze moves toward the pencil in his hand as class starts.

---

the school courtyard is surrounded by rose bushes, which subaru recently found out is y/n's favorite spot to spend his lunch at.

he wouldn't say he started spending more time in the courtyard because of y/n. perhaps he too enjoys the presence of roses, which serves as a painful reminder of his late mother. who's to say otherwise?

lunch starts with his cheek resting against the palm of his hand, staring at y/n as he eats sunflower seeds at the table in the middle of the courtyard, where he always sits.

as a vampire, he's never thought to eat sunflower seeds before. subaru rarely eats human meals because there isn't really a need for it, and when he does, it's grand meals. sunflower seeds simply don't fit into that category.

he doesn't care much for sunflowers in general. the roses that surround his peripheral vision catch more of his interest.

his vision subconsciously focuses on the roses that are next to him. his seat is at the edge of the courtyard, and a few stray roses are closer to him than they should be. the groundskeeper would probably snip them off as a punishment for their disobedience later.

subaru reaches out to touch the closest one to him when he suddenly becomes aware of a presence right next to him.

"the roses are really pretty, aren't they?" y/n asks as subaru's hands reach the rose.

the rose crumples in his tight grip.

"ah, careful!" y/n says as he pulls subaru's hand close to him. he pries open the fingers and lets the scrunched up petals fall to the ground. "that looks painful."

subaru looks at his hand to see what y/n is talking about. there is a rose thorn buried in the palm of his hand.

"let's go to the infirmary--"

"mind your own damn business," subaru growls, taking back his hand from y/n. "there's an infirmary?"

"right..." y/n rubs the side of his arm. "well... if you don't wanna go to the infirmary..."

y/n pulls out a first aid kit from his bag. it's a foreign object to subaru, as vampires doesn't need such things. he only vaguely remembers seeing a human have one when he was out in a civilian city years ago.

y/n gingerly takes subaru's hand once more and uses a pair of tweezers to pull out the thorn. he carefully drops the thorn away from them and finishes it off by smoothing a bandaid over the wound.

subaru knows he should've teleported away from this inconvenience, seeing as his powers would have healed the small prick on its own, but he stays.

"and the finishing touch is a kiss to make it all better."

subaru's clenched jaw can only slacken at the sight and feeling of y/n's lips brushing against the palm of his hand.

"what are you doing?!" subaru asks when he overcomes his shock, snatching his hand back again.

"a kiss to make it all better?" y/n repeats as if the answer is obvious.

"that stupid human saying..." subaru scoffs as he gets up from his seat and leaves.

yet, he still can't help but stare at the place where his skin met y/n's lips when he gets back home.

---

as the weeks go on, subaru notices that y/n is often alone. he isn't like subaru, the infamous lone wolf. he speaks with others and usually sticks with a group of low ranking half-blood vampires in class.

subaru wants to know if y/n is a half-blood.

his speculation of what species y/n is is interrupted by y/n falling to the floor.

"what happened?" one of the half-bloods asks as he hops off of the desk he was sitting on.

"sorry," y/n lets out a timid laugh. "i just felt really dizzy."

"dizzy?"

"yeah. guess i need to get in better shape or something."

"okay..."

dizzy? subaru frowns. that rules out vampire.

---

subaru had forgotten that stupid pencil y/n saved that one time in the classroom, so he goes back to get it. he refuses to admit to himself that the pencil holds any sort of significance, even if he's going out of his way to stay after school to get it back.

as he nears his classroom, he hears a racket.

his ears tell him that there are desk legs scraping on the floor, small objects scattering across the tiles, and someone being shoved against a wall.

he's contemplating whether or not he should involve himself with something so troublesome when the luring scent of human blood catches his attention.

he isn't even sure why a human is on the school premises, but he doesn't have time to care about the trivial facts. he breaks through the door to the classroom, blind with desire. he freezes at the sight laid out in front of him.

y/n is pinned to the wall by one of the half-bloods he's usually around, his teeth buried in y/n's neck, and another sits on a desk watching the ordeal.

the half-blood with his filthy hands on the collar of y/n's shirt drops him and turns around to face subaru.

the two disappear into the air before subaru can hurl himself at them, knowing fully well that the power of two half-bloods is no match for one full-blood with temperament issues.

"subaru," y/n smiles faintly from the ground.

there is no doubt about it. the cause of his temptations is y/n.

subaru feels an impossible rage building up inside of him as his eyes find the source of the smell. the half-blood had already taken a bite. he digs his teeth in over the mark, sinking as far down as they can go.

he closes his eyes in bliss at the delightful taste of fresh human blood. it tastes better than he remembers it being.

"shot... the shot..." y/n says weakly as he slides his hands across the ground, clearly searching for something.

subaru opens his eyes and sees something that looks like a syringe. there's already liquid inside of it. that must be what y/n's been searching for.

he panics as he feels y/n go limp. his prey have all fallen before but never this soon. he laps at the flowing blood, but it just doesn't seem to be stopping.

he grabs the syringe and jabs it into y/n's arm, unsure of how to revive a human or what the purpose of the syringe even is.

"damn it!" subaru shouts, punching the wall next to y/n's head once more.

---

"subaru?" y/n calls. "is that you?"

ah.

he's been caught.

by then, the news that a human was attacked by vampires on school grounds is spread all throughout the school. subaru was about to punch the next person who mentioned a human when he overheard that the said human was in the infirmary.

nobody even knew that there was an infirmary at the school before this happened. there was no need for one. every student--well, all but one--had the ability to heal themselves.

well, he only came by to see if he was still alive.

not that he cares or anything, as clearly shown by how he's skipped all of his classes to roam the school grounds, trying to find the infirmary.

"thanks for yesterday," y/n smiles as subaru reveals himself.

subaru is more than confused.

"you did a pretty terrible job of giving it to me, but you still gave me the shot nonetheless. you saved my life."

once again, subaru's face burns, and he can only scoff at the statement.

"i wasn't trying to."

"okay, i believe you," y/n laughs.

subaru stands there for a bit, just watching.

"aren't you supposed to be in class?" y/n asks.

"none of your business," subaru huffs.

"well, if you're not going to class, why don't you take a seat?" y/n gestures to the chair next to his bed. "this room gets lonely after a while."

"you've been here for a few hours. human hospital stays can last for days," subaru rolls his eyes but takes a seat anyway.

"this is my room."

subaru isn't sure if this is supposed to be a joke or not. on one hand, it is pretty peculiar that an infirmary not known to most has popped up out of nowhere.

on the other hand, why would his room be the infirmary? well, that also leads to a million other questions including: why is a human attending ryoutei academy?

"this is like boarding school for me, i guess," y/n shrugs when subaru doesn't respond. "when school's over, i just come back here. my father gives lots and lots of donations to the school, so they made this place for me to stay at."

"must be boring," subaru says, more just saying his thoughts out loud than responding to y/n. it's a small room with a bed with curtains that could surround it, a door to the restroom in one corner, a small refrigerator--the bare necessities that he can think of for a human. yet, there's nothing to do for fun. there's no television, no damned books like reiji's room has, no music player like shuu does.

"it is," y/n agrees, leaning back on his bed. "when i'm not at school, i'm in here, bored and lonely."

"go spend time with those disgusting half-bloods you're always with then," subaru rolls his eyes.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were jealous," y/n teases, earning a glare from subaru. "even if i wanted to, i can't really do that now. since yesterday and all..."

subaru turns away. he had done the same as the half-bloods, so why is y/n letting him stay in his room?

"i'm not allowed to leave this room outside of school anyway, so i guess yesterday doesn't really matter," y/n tries to laugh off.

"says who?"

"my father," y/n plays with a loose thread on his blanket.

"flourish"

subaru grabs y/n's hand.

"what--"

before he can finish his sentence, he's in a gothic style room.

"so vampires really sleep in coffins," y/n laughs a little. "is this your room?"

"yeah..."

"can i get in it?" y/n asks.

"i don't give a damn."

subaru turns his head, but he can still hear y/n opening his coffin and get inside.

"there's padding in this thing. wow," y/n feels around the foreign thing. "it's more comfortable than i thought it would be."

"so who's this pretty thing you have in your bed?" laito suddenly appears.

"woah--!" y/n jumps when laito appears right next to him in the surprisingly roomy coffin.

"no need to be scared, little birdie," laito laughs lightly. "or maybe you should be."

"get out," subaru clenches his fist, trying his hardest to contain his anger.

"why so angry, little brother? sharing is caring, don't you think?" laito turns to y/n and holds his face in his hand.

"i... i'm sorry, i don't really know who you are," y/n tries to back away, but he doesn't get far from laito's grasp.

"get out!" subaru yells, fist punching through the wall.

"i'll leave if i can take this one with me," laito leans his face close to y/n's neck. "his smell alone is inviting."

laito licks a long stripe from y/n's jaw to his adam's apple before a fist is swung his way. he teleports away just in time before subaru can punch him.

"you're always so sensitive," laito sighs before leaving fully.

"thanks," y/n smiles.

subaru looks at him for the first time since they've entered the room.

"what?" he asks when subaru just stares.

the top of white hair is the only thing he sees when he feels a warm mouth on him.

"wait, subaru, if you bite me now--"

"just one mistake, and their pretty petals will wilt away and perish."

subaru retracts his teeth, but he stays latched on.

they stay like that for a while, and subaru is sure that this is supposed to be awkward. he's on top of him, closer to him than he ever has been to anyone since his mother's imprisonment, and he's attached to his neck for a reason that isn't feeding.

the useless thoughts leave his head when he feels a hand on his head, gentle fingers stroking his hair.

"but that won't be a problem for you, will it, subaru? since you're such a gentle boy."

a/n;

req from tumblr

i wrote the first part of this a year ago and then the only note i left for myself to carry on was:

"idkk y/n has anemia and hemophilia lol and then that's why subaru has to be careful and mortals are like roses because if you're not careful they will crumple wilt and die"

hope you like it anon!

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Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa... 

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

 You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

 "You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

 "Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

 Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

 He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further. 

 "I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

 You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

 The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

 "You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

 You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

 The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

 "I'll become your God."

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[infernalrevenge]

Hi! I'm the anon who was telling you previously about the different translations of 'manthing' in other languages. I'm submitting a post because, unlike asks, there's no character limit to them.

I'm going to take the one scene where she tells Ethan 'Stupid manthing! You won't live long, even if you run!' while chasing you in the corridor right after you take the Mask of Rage on the roof as a common reference.

In Japanese, she says 'この人間風情が!' (Kono ningen fusei ga) meaning 'This mere human!' (Kono: This, ningen: human/mortal, fusei: used as a suffix it means 'the likes of..' or 'lowly people such as..' and is generally translated by 'mere')

In French: 'Stupide mortel!' & in Spanish: '¡Estupido mortal!' both simply meaning 'Stupid mortal!' 

(Contrarily to what @countdraluka was saying, I'm French, I've first played the game in French before doing a second run in English, and watched several of the most popular French streamers play, none of which really seemed to get the clue that she didn't like men. The only French RE fans who know are the ones who played the game in English.)

In Italian, which has probably my favorite insult, she calls Ethan a 'Stupido omuncolo!' (which means 'homunculus')

In German: 'Lästige Missgeburt!' Lästige: Annoying + Missgeburt can mean deformed baby/person, abortion, failure, or freak.. This one wins the award for the most savage and insensitive insult. 

In all these languages, she also simply accuses Ethan of laying his filthy hands on her daughters, but doesn't specify that they are filthy because they are male hands (although emphasizing on that aspect wouldn't be a hard thing to do, grammatically and all, at least in French). In French, the one and ONLY time when Ethan's gender is mentioned is when Bela smells him and says 'Mmh, du sang d'homme' (literally 'Mmh, the blood of a man!' but then again, the French language has the exact same confusion as the English language between 'man' as in 'male gender', or 'man' as in 'mankind'..)

I can't tell about Russian and Brazilian Portuguese versions as I don't understand these languages enough, but there we go for the translations of 'manthing' in most other localizations. As you can see, the emphasis is more on the fact that she sees Ethan as a low excuse of a mortal human than on the fact that he's a male individual. As @countdraluka says, the Room of Ablutions' puzzle and the note saying that her staff was exclusively female remain, but all the misandrist insults against Ethan are lost in translation (or, rather, they're something that the English localization was the only one to add).

My guess is that the writers wanted to convey the idea that Lady D sees Ethan as even lesser than a human (honestly, 'humonculus' seems like the best translation of what the Japanese version originally wanted to say, which is more along the lines of 'that thing over there who vaguely resembles a man') but in the meantime, Lady D being a huge misandrist is always so entertaining to witness/joke about that I'm also very attached to this aspect of her personality. 

Hope this helps, and that you guys will find that interesting!

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This is really interesting! I kinda like too how this branched off to a discussion about different localizations of the game script. It may have made sense though that the original script was in English then translated accordingly, given that a lot of the performance capture did happen with English-speaking actors. Still, it's cool to see how those who did the scripts for their respective languages added their own thing to the mix.

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