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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Tolerance | RAPHAEL x gn!Reader 1.4k Words | NSFW | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff Content Warnings: Brief mentions of arguing, descriptions of weapon/magic training, kissing, suggestive thoughts (nothing too explicit but marked NSFW just in case). [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

The defunct armory near the Demon Lord’s castle is a relic of bloody, war torn days from a version of the Devildom that no longer exists. The cold stone walls and dusty floors are neglected from years of disuse, and it’s only your growing familiarity with the building that guides your steps through the dimly lit halls. There are sconces on the walls, but most of them aren’t lit. The ones that light your path glow with a flame no demon or human could conjure.

You asked Barbatos once why Diavolo didn’t have the armory torn down or repurposed. He smiled and gave you a vague answer about the young prince’s sentimental feelings about history, but you know that’s not the full truth. The building feels less like a memorial and more like a reminder - or a warning - of what’s to come should Diavolo’s vision of peace between the realms fail. There are many rooms and narrow hallways in the armory you haven’t had the courage to explore. Some of them still smell faintly of ash and blood as you rush past them.

Your destination is the large training area near the building’s center. There are rows of different weapons hung on the walls, but none of them have been used in centuries. They’re caked with grime and dirt and you doubt you could pull one down if you tried. The entrance to this section of the building doesn’t have any windows, but you can see light flickering underneath the door. The threatening sounds of metal slicing through the air and cracking wood grows louder as you approach, but you’re not afraid. You push the door open and slip inside, and you smile when you see who you came to find.

Raphael doesn’t hear your arrival over the sounds of his weapon striking the wooden training dummy over and over again in quick succession. You can barely track the movements of the spear as he lunges and slices with deadly accuracy. He jabs his spear forward into the target of his frustrations and twists his body at the waist. The wood seems to burst from within and it disintegrates onto the floor in a pile of splinters.

He looks down the row of dummies still standing, all of them completely intact having escaped his wrath until now. He holds his arm out and his fingertips glow with the power of his Grace. His magic summons a large number of spears that hover in suspension near the ceiling. He makes a downward slicing motion with his hand, and the spears whistle as they hurl towards the targets below. The volley of spears decimates everything in its path, and he disappears from view in a thick cloud of debris and sawdust.

When the dust settles, the room is silent except for his panting breaths. He realizes he’s not alone and finally turns to you when your muffled footsteps alert him to your presence. If you didn’t know him better, you might think he was annoyed by your interruption; the warmth that leaks into his gaze tells you otherwise.

He makes a subtle gesture with his hand and with a wordless bit of magic, the remaining spear in his hand vanishes. His magic and physical strength are amazing to witness and you're captivated by him.

“You must be exhausted if you’ve been doing this since classes ended.” When he comes here, there's an endless supply of targets for him to practice his skills on. The training dummies in the building are under a type of enchantment that rebuilds them so they can be used repeatedly no matter how they're battered or worn. The ones he destroyed moments ago are already starting to reform behind him.

His coat hangs from a hook on the wall nearby. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his D.D.D.; he looks surprised when he realizes the time. “I didn’t notice how late it had gotten,” he muses with a bashful tilt to his lips. When you’re this close to him, you can see the sheen of sweat on his skin and the dirt and bits of wood that stick to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You know why he comes here: a physical and spiritual release of pent up frustration. He told you that he has difficulty navigating Devildom life sometimes, and he struggles with the urge to deliver retribution when he feels a great offense has been made.

You don’t have all the details, but you know Mammon said something earlier that infuriated him so much that they nearly came to blows after class. When Satan and Beel pulled them apart, Mammon muttered reluctant, half-hearted apologies and went home. Raphael came here to unleash his frustrations instead, so he wouldn’t be tempted to take out his anger on someone else (especially you).

“The more I think about it, the more foolish it seems,” he admits quietly, busying himself with his coat, draping it over his shoulders and fiddling with his arm cuffs.

You place your hand on his so that he’ll look at you properly. “Your feelings are your own truth, and you’re entitled to them the same as anyone else.” You shrug. “Mammon can take his teasing a little too far sometimes. Is that what happened earlier?”

His hand hovers over your cheek. His fingertips are calloused from years of training with his weaponry, and they’re speckled with dirt now too. The desire to touch you always lingers within him, and he worries that the dirt and blood on his hands might stain you.

He breathes a gentle sigh when you bridge the gap for him and rub your cheek against his palm. “He likes to boast that he's your first, and no matter what sense he means, it irritates me. Sometimes I forget that it holds little relevance when it comes to my feelings for you.” His thumb sweeps across your cheek gently. “I should know better than to let him get the best of me.”

You didn’t expect such an honest answer, and his sincerity makes your cheeks grow warm beneath his hand. You lean forward and brush your lips against his. They’re dry and slightly chapped, but you can’t resist him anymore than he can resist you.

He slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss. His other hand settles on your waist and he pushes against the small of your back so your hips are flush against his. His lips glide over yours lazily, and he tilts his head and slots your mouths together to deepen the kiss like he’s starved for you. He grows hard against your hip, and you moan quietly when his tongue licks into your mouth and teases yours. You clench your hands in his coat and only pull back when his kiss leaves you breathless.

He leans his forehead against yours and hums while you pant lightly. His eyes flicker between your lips and further down your bodies where he’s holding you tight against him. Part of him wants to push you against the wall and take you, and he fights the temptation to rut against you like a beast. He swallows thickly around the lump in his throat and stamps down the desire building within him like an inferno; you deserve so much better than that.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs as he touches his nose to yours. “I won’t rush my affections for you in this filthy place.”

You chuckle and kiss his cheek. “I can help you make dinner after you wash up,” you offer, and you flash him a bright smile when he nods.

He steps back from you and laces your fingers together so he can lead you back to the exit, and you walk in comfortable silence together. He leads you through the corridors that lead out of the armory, extinguishing the flames he conjured along the way.

During the walk back to Purgatory Hall, he glances at you from the corner of his eye. Despite the evening darkness, the Devildom streets are better lit than the armory was. He examines your face and sees the smears of dirt and sweat his fingers left on your skin. You don’t seem to mind in the slightest; you always seem so happy just being in his company.

He’s distracted by the warmth of your body so close to his while he escorts you back to his dorm. His lips are slick now from your heated kiss, and his eyes darken when his gaze lingers on your lips. He wants so badly to kiss you again, but he reminds himself that his patience will be rewarded soon enough. Both of you could use a shower, and arousal churns in his belly when he wonders how he can persuade you to join him.

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taking-a-cupcake · 4 months

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uhmm my masterlist 😅😅😅

(contains both sfw and nsfw, nsfw will be marked)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

nikolai x fem reader (nsfw)

submissive fyodor x gn!reader (nsfw)

chuuya x gn or fem idk (nsfw)

idk what to say for this, uhm nikolai x gn (nsfw)

sub dazai 😹😹 x gn!reader (nsfw)

foursome😅 with fyodor😅 dazai😅 and chuuya 😅 (fem reader, nsfw)

fucking in the backrooms w nikolai ^_^ (nsfw)

fucking in the backrooms w nikolai part 2 (nsfw)

ranpo x gn!reader (nsfw)

shibusawa x fem!reader (nsfw)

fem!beast dazai x fem!reader (nsfw)

fem!dazai x fem!reader x fem!fyodor (nsfw)

dazai x afab/fem!reader (nsfw, fingering)

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OKEGOM

met x fem!reader (nsfw)

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GENSHIN IMPACT

thigh riding with ayato (nsfw)

hate sex/unrequited lover with albedo (nsfw)

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FATE GRAND ORDER

asclepius x fem reader (nsfw)

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OBEY ME

lucifer x male reader (nsfw)

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WITCHS HEART

ashe bradley x fem/gn reader (nsfw)

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YOUR TURN TO DIE (YTTD)

midori x fem!reader (nsfw)

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RESIDENT EVIL

leon x gn!reader

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ALIEN STAGE

ivan x fem!reader smut

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VARIOUS MEDIA

are you ready to become a single parent (various, nsfw, joke) (various male x gn reader)

public/semi public sex (various, nsfw) - diluc, yelan, dazai, yosano, nagito, idate

various fem/masc characters x fem/gn reader (nsfw)

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IMAGINES/DRABBLES/idk ;-;

uhm me abt modern au scara and hate sex

scaramouche choking imagine

rich genshin characters imagine ;-;

heizou imagine (nsfw)

hunting dogs!reader, 3some w fyodor and dazai imagine

me being down bad for mushitaro

xiao… imagine….. (nsfw..)

fontaine women

cop fyodor + nikolai imagine idk

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MY OPINIONS,,,

“KITTEN” as a fucking petname

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tiredly101 · 7 months

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The past can hurt part 2

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, picture done by @kandavers. Hey peeps, I love the art of this person that I tagged so please show them some love because their drawing style of so cute! Alright peeps, ready for more flashback depression?

By the way I apologize for taking so long to update since studies and work have been crazy these couple of months (?)

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M/n and Wally have been married for almost a year now but M/n couldn't get a dream out of his head lately and that dream pictured a lot of things... things M/n could only hope wouldn't happen. M/n sights and quietly gets up from the bed and heads to his typewriter and quietly starts typing away his dream.

Misery befell the town, cries of a past life haunted the insides of the house that lived in the middle and murmurs of friendship flew with the wind as well as true love forgotten in the back of the shadows of said house. Perhaps it was always meant to stay that way? Perhaps it was always meant to be the last man standing with a broken heart and without a live of his own, always like a puppet following the orders in a blind manner? Perhaps so... perhaps the fault alone is of the love that blinded him to said point or maybe it's the fault of the woes that the destiny kneed but alas, the last man standing will stay on his knees in front of a window; cursing the day that his love faded into ash...

M/n looked at the text he wrote and sighted again before gasping in shock when he saw the eye of Home just staring at him without making a peep to communicate.

"I suggest you stop writing... for your own and Wally's sake" Home creek and banged quietly making M/n's eyes widen before silently typing in the paper before looking back at Home who narrowed it's eyes before looking away.

"And so... the love will fade into ash because of Home's greedy rule and the last man standing will have no choice but to obey"

Du-du-da! It got angsty real fast didn't it? I hope this update was good and after this we got two more which are the finale!

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incandescentlysomething · 19 days

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Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 11

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 6881

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

A/N: Only one chapter left!!!! Let me know what you think Thanks for reading! Cross posted on A03

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 P.1 P.2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

The Small Council Chamber

“What of Rhaenyra?”

“The former heir cannot, of course, be allowed to remain free and draw support to her claim.” Otto said.

“You mean to imprison her.” Alicent felt as though her mind was moving through a fog. Hours ago her husband had been alive, and now she was being made aware of plots that she had never known existed.

“She and her family will be given the opportunity to bend the knee and swear obeisance to the new King.” Otto replied.

Aelicent shook her head in disbelief. “She will never bend the knee, which you know. Nor will Daemon.” At her father’s unflinching stare, she sighed. “You mean to kill them. And all here accede to this?”

Lord Orwyle spoke up, his voice grating Alicent’s nerves. “Your father is correct, Your Grace. A living challenger invites battle and bloodshed. And there is Daemon to consider, we—”

“The King would not wish for the death of his daughter!” Alicent cried. “He loved her and I will not have you deny this.”

Things were spiraling so quickly out of control. Alicent had never made plans, had never truly imagined what it would mean for her to support her son’s ascension, but she had not prepared herself for this. The King’s body was not yet cold.

“Time is of the essence,” Otto was saying. “Ser Westerling, take your knights to Dragonstone, be quick and clean.”

Alicent stared in shock as Ser Harrald walked away from the table, refusing to obey until his orders came from the king himself.

She walked from the room as the council was dissolved, heading directly for her son’s chambers. She needed to speak to him, needed to ensure that he saw sense before her father led them down a path of madness. Before her children were—

Her children .

Aemond .

She turned quickly to one of the guards at her side, a Kingsguard who’s name she could not be bothered to remember.

“My father was moving to secure the Keep, yes?” She asked.

“Yes, Your Grace,” He confirmed. “No one shall enter or leave the Keep without swearing fealty.”

Alicent knew what that meant. She could already hear the echo of footsteps down the stairs as servants and courtiers alike were roused from their sleep and taken to either the cells in the dungeons or to kneel before the Iron Throne.

She needed to gain control of this situation, which meant that she needed to ensure that all of her children would cooperate and stand by her. And there was one person in the Keep who could derail all of that.

“Take another guard and go secure the Princess Aelinor.” She ordered. “Quickly and quietly.”

“Secure her, Your Grace?” The knight asked.

Alicent dug her fingernails into her palm. If Aelinor remained where she was, Aemond would go to her. Though she did not doubt her son’s loyalty, she doubted her ability to draw his focus away from Rhaenyra’s daughter. Aelinor would have to serve as leverage in this, whether she liked it or not.

And besides, Alicent thought, this was a mercy. Better she be responsible for Aelinor than her father, who would likely have her confined to the cells.

“The empty rooms in the east tower.” Alicent directed. “Lock the outside, and tell no one she is there.”

“And if she resists, Your Grace?”

“The Princess is to be moved to that tower. Do whatever it takes.”

The knight hesitated only a second before bowing his head. “As you wish, Your Grace.” He marched away, another guard at his heels.

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Aelinor was jolted awake by the sound of someone pounding on her door. For a moment she was seized by fear, unable to remember where she was or what was happening. It was disorienting to hear a commotion not immediately followed by the sound of her brother’s arguing, or Prince Daemon shouting about something.

But then she remembered where she was, at the Red Keep, and she quickly pulled herself from bed. Unable to find her robe without a light, and unwilling to take the time to light a candle, she moved from her bedchamber in just her loose nightdress. The main door to her chambers was shaking with the force of the pounding.

“Jeyne?” She called worriedly, moving through the dark room. “Is that you?”

What a silly question. Of course Jeyne was not the one about to break down her door, especially not at this hour, when she could not even yet see the sun rising over the horizon. But worry flooded through her. Something terrible must have happened, and immediately she wondered if something had gone wrong with her mother’s ship, or perhaps even with the King.

She undid the bolt on the door with shaking hands, jumping back as it was thrown open. Two unfamiliar Kingsguard stood before her.

“Sers,” She greeted, resisting the urge to cover her nightgown with her hands. “Has something happened?”

“Princess Aelinor,” One of them said. “We have been sent to escort you to the east tower. For your safety.”

“For my safety?” She asked. “What’s wrong? Are we under attack?”

“Now, Princess.”

She balked at the coldness of his tone. Never in her life could she remember a guard speaking to her in that way. Perhaps the situation was more serious than she realized.

“Let me just grab my robe,” She turned.

A hand wrapped around her upper arm, yanking her into the hallway with painful force.

“Ser!” She cried, trying to pry his fingers off. “What are you—How dare you?”

The other guard grabbed her other arm, his grip only a touch less painful, and they started to march her down the hallway.

“Stop this at once!” She demanded, struggling to free herself. “What is going on? I’m only in my nightdress and this is not proper!”

They did not answer, dragging her forward until her feet were tripping over each other and she was struggling to stay upright.

Emerging out onto the main stairwell, they all stopped in their tracks, the guards looking both ways as if to be sure that no one would see them. Once they determined the way to be clear, they pulled her toward the stairs and started moving up.

Aelinor glanced down, and her blood ran cold at what she saw.

Dozens of people, some servants, some nobles, all of them in their night clothes, being marched down the stairs under armed guard. Their faces showed the same confusion and fear that Aelinor felt.

Something was very, very wrong.

Aelinor opened her mouth to scream. “Help m—”

A metal gauntlet clapped itself over her mouth before she could be heard, the force enough to leave a bruise on her face. She struggled as the guards lifted her off the floor, carrying her up the steps two at a time.

They climbed for what felt like an eternity, Aelinor’s resistance only serving to earn her more bruises as they tightened their grip. Moving into the East wing, they climbed again, until they were passing stone hallways lined with cobwebs and dust. Aelinor could not recall ever coming to this part of the Keep, and from the looks of things, no one else ever visited either.

Only when they reached the end of the staircase did they stop, one of the guards releasing his hold as he pulled a rusty iron key from his belt and pushed open a heavy door. It unleashed a cloud of dust that made him cough, but then he stepped into the room and held the door open. She was dragged through, kicking and screaming.

“Let me go!” She shouted. Gods, was there anyone around who might hear her? Who might be able to tell her what was happening, and why?

The guard marched her to the far side of the room, and then without ceremony tossed her down onto an ancient velvet settee. The plume of dust it let off was enough to make Aelinor choke, and by the time she realized she was free the guards were already shutting the door behind them.

With a cry she threw herself across the room, her fists landing on the door just as she heard the telltale sound of a lock clicking into place.

“There has been a mistake!” She screamed. “Let me go!”

Their footsteps were fading, and soon she knew that she was alone.

Her entire body shaking, Aelinor turned to examine the room. It was small, as small as her own bedchamber. The entire room was coated with a layer of filth, the only disturbances in the dust from the guards, herself, and some small footprints that looked alarmingly like rats. A chandelier heavy with cobwebs hung from the ceiling, the wax melted down the sides of the dull brass. As it was, even if she did have candles, she had no way to light it. The settee was the only furniture in the room, obviously left behind whenever the last resident moved out. It was worn, the upholstery torn and clumps of the stuffing spilling out from the seams.

She rushed to the window, through which a chilly morning breeze swept into the room. There were no curtains or shutters to keep out the cold. When she leaned over the stone, she peered down and stared directly down into the city. The buildings were tiny specs below her, the people practically invisible. Leaning more, she saw that there were no balconies below her, and thus no hope that anyone would spot her in the window.

She was trembling now. She had been locked away, perhaps to be forgotten, and her family was miles away on Dragonstone, completely unaware of what was happening. Even she didn’t understand why this was happening to her.

Something scuttled by in the corner of the room, and she screamed.

Rushing back to the door, she started to bang her palms against it.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” She screamed. “I need to speak with Prince Aemond! Hello?”

But no one answered.

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Aemond was roused early from his bed and escorted under guard to his brother’s chambers. There he found his sister and his niece and nephew, but no sign of his brother. It was hardly a surprise to find his brother missing, but nothing could have prepared him for the shock of learning that his father was dead.

The King was dead.

It wasn’t that Aemond had ever felt particularly close to his father, who had been old and somewhat frail by the time Aemond was old enough to be interesting. But it was still his father, and Aelinor’s grandfather, and a man who had been a pillar in their family for as long as any of them could remember.

Had someone told Aelinor? She would be devastated, he was sure, for she loved her grandfather dearly. Even he felt a smidgeon of grief, though it was spurred mostly by gratitude to his father for announcing their betrothal only two days before he passed.

He leaned out the window. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and he watched as some guards hurried to lock the main gates to the Keep.

Understanding dawned on him. Perhaps some of his rationality had been veiled behind sleep or the daze of his day with Aelinor, but now things began to make a bit more sense.

The King was dead.

Princess Rhaenyra was on Dragonstone.

Which meant the Iron Throne sat empty for the taking.

Almost as soon as he realized this, the door the the chamber was opening and his mother and Ser Criston were walking in.

“Where is Aegon?” Alicent demanded.

Helaena looked up from her embroidery. “Not here.”

Alicent sent Ser Criston out to confirm whether Aegon was within the castle, and she began to pace back and forth.

“Mother?” Aemond asked quietly, speaking low as to not disturb his sister. “Is Aegon to sit the throne?”

Alicent stared at him for a long moment, before nodding. “It was your father’s dying wish.”

Aemond didn’t much care what his father’s dying wish was. It had never been a secret that their entire family did not wish to see the throne pass to Rhaenyra and her pack of bastards, and as far as Aemond was aware, that had never changed.

“Has Aelinor been informed?”

Alicent looked away. “Do you have any idea where your brother is?”

Aegon shook his head, frowning at the change in subject. “I have not seen him since the day before yesterday. Mother, has Aelinor been informed?”

But Ser Criston was striding through the door. “Prince Aegon is not to be found within the castle walls, Your Grace, Your father has sent Ser Erryk into the city to find him. And Ser Erryk knows Aegon, so he has the advantage.”

His mother’s hands were shaking. “Then I trust to you, Ser Criston. Aegon must be found, and he must be brought to me. The fate of the Seven Kingdoms may very well depend on it.”

Ser Criston bowed. “I will not fail you, my Queen.”

There was shouting from outside, and Aemond watched as an unfamiliar lord was hauled off of his horse before reaching the gates. The Keep was being put under lock and key.

He walked past his mother. “I shall go see to Aelinor.”

“No, Aemond!” His mother demanded. “You shall not.”

He turned slowly. “She is my betrothed.”

“She is the daughter of a false heir,” Alicent took a deep breath. “And so she is, at this moment, an enemy.”

“An enemy?” Aemond hissed. “What have you done to her?”

“Aemond, I—”

But he was already rushing from the room, hurrying through the Keep and dodging scuffles and whispered conversations as he went. This was madness. Aelinor was not an enemy, and his mother was a fool if she thought she could ever convince him of that. And she would be even more foolish to harm Aelinor, knowing the wrath she would face from her parents.

But when he reached Aelinor’s chambers, the door hung ajar, and she was nowhere to be found.

With a frustrated cry, Aemond turned on his heel and marched back to his family. His mother still stood in the center of the room, trying to make a plan with Ser Criston.

“Where is she?” He demanded, interrupting their conversation.

“Aemond,” Alicent began calmly. “Aelinor has not been harmed, and she—”

“Where is she!” He shouted, the volume making his sister flinch. “Where have they taken her? To the dungeons? She isn’t a traitor!”

“She is the daughter of a potential threat,” Ser Criston said. “Securing her was necessary.”

“Securing her?” Aemond demanded. “I swear, if you—”

“Aemond!” Alicent reached for his arm, but he recoiled from her touch. Hurt shone on her face. “I swear to you, Aelinor has not been harmed. But her safety depends on us being able to quickly secure Aegon’s place on the throne. This means we must find him, quickly.”

His face must have shown his reluctance, for she continued.

“Once Aegon has been crowned, and with Aelinor in our custody and treated with kindness, Princess Rhaenyra will have no reason not to bend the knee.” Alicent implored. “We must use reason in determining our priorities.”

Aemond did see some logic in this. If Aegon was not found, if things were allowed to descend into chaos, then Aelinor would become an incredibly valuable pawn. And not all parties would treat her as well as they would.

“Where is she?” He asked again.

“Safe.” Alicent repeated. “And once Aegon is found, you can see her.”

Frustration grated at his bones, but he finally nodded. “Alright. Then I will go with Ser Criston. Ser Erryk is not the only one who knows Aegon’s haunts.”

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“You’ve been here before, My Prince?”

Ser Criston’s voice was grating, making Aemond wish that he had insisted on coming alone. His tone was full of judgement, matching the look of scorn he had been wearing since they entered the Street of Silk.

Aemond glanced up at the pleasure house, watching as two whores shook out a blanket through a window, not hiding their open curiosity. Even with his cloak and the rags Criston was wearing, they would draw attention if they took too long.

Criston knocked on the door again.

“Aegon brought me to the Street of Silk on my thirteenth name day.” Aemond started, not sure why he felt the urge to share this story with Ser Criston. “It was his duty as my brother, he said, to ensure I was as educated as I was. At least, that’s what I understood him to mean.”

“I don’t follow.” Ser Criston said, far too moral to catch the innuendo.

Aemond leaned forward. “He said, ‘time to get it wet’.”

That night was very clear in Aemond’s memory. It had been less than a year after he lost his eye, after he claimed Vhagar. He had thrown himself into training, determined to become the best dragon rider in his family, and Aegon had been making what he now realized was a genuine effort to bond with him. It was not Aegon’s fault that his interests lay more in perversions and drink where Aemond cared only for dragons and training. But he had gone with his brother, not aware of where he was being taken.

The whore that Aemond had hired for him had been at least ten years older than him, and when she had stepped forward clad in nearly invisible blue chiffon, Aemond had wanted to run for the hills. She had been blonde, nearly light enough in color to be white, and he had known why Aegon had selected her.

He felt some shame as he remembered that moment when he had looked at that woman and imagined that she could be Aelinor. He was thirteen, a young man with a young man’s passions, and unable to exercise the restraint needed to understand why he was so drawn to that whore.

He had done it, of course, and it was not the only time. He was not so stubborn as to rebuke the pleasures of the flesh, especially when those at court so frequently turned their backs on him. But he had never been able to let himself go in the same ways Aegon did. He went to the Street of Silk for momentary distractions, not for any true satisfaction. Eventually he had grown enough that he no longer required Aegon’s escort, and that brief attempt at brotherly bonding had resulted in no change to their relationship.

The sting of shame made him tense as the door opened. What would Aelinor think if she knew that he had been here before, that he had once fucked a woman just because she reminded him of her.

He shook his head, forcing those thoughts from his mind. They had far bigger things to worry about at the moment. He needed to be focused on finding Aegon so that he could be reunited with Aelinor.

They’d watched the guards hang a man on their way out of the Keep, and he did not like the thought of Aelinor alone and unprotected as his grandfather staged his coup.

The woman who answered the door — the madam of the establishment, if he was remembering correctly — had not seen Aegon in some time. Her words about Aegon’s tastes confirmed the rumors that Aemond had been hearing for years, and ultimately only served to tell him that it would not be so easy to track down his brother.

The madam eyed him, and he saw recognition in her gaze. He could dimly remember her being there on that night several years ago, leading him down a smoke-filled hallway to a private room, whispering promises that she had selected only the best for him.

“How you’ve grown,” Her lips curled in amusement.

Aemond nearly smiled at her audacity. He was not the same boy he had been when he first visited this place, and he was no longer one to succumb to temptation.

“It seems you were mistaken as to Aegon’s habits,” Criston said as they walked away.

Aemond just sighed. King’s Landing was the biggest city in Westeros, and there were a thousand places for Aegon to disappear to. “He could be in the hands of mercenaries, on a ship to Yi Ti.”

“He could be dead,” Ser Criston said sternly. “Let us hope, for your mother’s sake, that is not the case.”

They spent hours combing the city, checking every house on the Street of Silk before venturing to inns and taverns that dotted Fleabottom. Hardly places that a prince should be hiding, let alone a king.

“We shall find him, Prince Aemond,” Ser Criston tried to calm him when he kicked at a sack of straw.

Aemond was deeply frustrated. Every second that his brother was gone was a second that he was parted from Aelinor. Aegon did not deserve the throne, he did not know what it was to do one’s duty, to value lineage and ancestry and protect those that he loved. He treated his marriage to Helaena like a joke, belittling and insulting their sister at every turn. How could he expect to be protector of the realm if he did not even have the good sense to stay out of trouble.

“Here I am, trawling the city, ever the good soldier in search of a wastrel who’s never taken half an interest in his birthright,” He glared at Ser Criston. “‘Tis I the younger brother who studies history and philosophy, it is I who trains with the sword, who rides the largest dragon in the world. It is I who should be…” He caught himself before he spoke the treason on his tongue. “I know what it is to toil for what others are freely given.”

“Prince Aegon is not clever,” Ser Criston said. “If he is still unfound, it is because he has been taken, or waylaid somewhere by his drink. If we must turn over every stone in this city, we shall find him.”

“Hmmm,” And how long would that be? Aemond’s patience was wearing thin. “His secrets are his own and he is welcome to them. I’m next in line to the throne. Should they come looking for me, I intend to be found.”

An image flashed through his mind, a fantasy so vivid and enthralling that Aemond stopped in his tracks. Himself, seated on the Iron Throne, Aelinor by his side, a bright smile on his face. The crown was his, the result of a lifetime of devotion to his family. And below them, their families celebrating their ascension, Aelinor’s great hope was realized as they ceased their fighting. At his feet, Jacaerys and Lucerys knelt, finally bowed in humility.

Aemond as King, with Aelinor as his Queen .

But that was an impossibility. Aegon would sit the throne, as soon as he was found, and neither of their families would set aside their differences in his name.

No, he was the second son, after all. It was his job to find the king, not to be crowned himself.

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Aelinor was not sure how many hours she had been confined to this chamber. The sun had moved through the sky, passing high noon and dipping into the afternoon, and yet it did nothing to ease the chill. She sat in the corner, unwilling to touch the filthy chaise, her arms hugged tightly around her knees. Her nightdress was thin, nearly transparent, and did little to keep her warm. Parts of it were stained with blood after she had torn loose two fingernails trying to claw one of the hinges from the door.

Part of her hoped that this was all a grave misunderstanding. Soon someone would be coming to free her, to apologize for her treatment and assure her that it would never happen again. But with every hour that passed without someone rescuing her — without Aemond coming for her — the sense that something was horribly wrong grew worse.

She heard rats scuttle on the other side of the room, the pests fleeing only a moment before she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Aelinor leapt to her feet, hearing indiscernible voices and the fumbling of keys.

When the door swung open and she saw Aemond standing there, she nearly wept. He wore an unfamiliar black cloak, his hair ruffled as if he had recently been in a fight.

“Aemond!” She cried, launching herself into his arms, ignoring the two guards at his back. The same two who had locked her up in the dead of night.

“Lina,” He breathed, pulling away to look at her. “What are you—how long have you been here?”

“She was escorted here shortly after the King’s death, Prince Aemond.” One of the guards said.

Aelinor’s breath froze in her lungs. “The King…he is dead?”

“He passed in the night,” Aemond whispered.

A tiny sound escaped her throat, and she shivered violent. Gods, her sweet grandfather, he was gone. She could only pray that it had been peaceful, that he had not suffered as he left this world.

“Why are you in your nightdress?” Aemond asked.

Aelinor crossed her arms in front of her chest, suddenly very aware of just how undressed she was. “I…they woke me from my bed in the night.”

Aemond turned to glare at the guards. “These men did?”

The guards both bowed, not in apology to her, but in deference to Aemond. “It was the Queen’s orders, My Prince.”

Aemond stepped forward, his hand reaching for his sword. As much as Aelinor wanted to see the guards answer for how they had treated her, she did not want to be the cause of violence. She grabbed his arm. “Aemond, I want to leave.”

Aemond turned quickly, removing the cloak from his own shoulders and draping it over her. “Come, we must get you warm and fed.”

She let him wrap an arm around her waist and lead her from the room. Her bare feet were cold against the stone, but she did not complain, all too aware of the guards at their backs.

“Aemond,” She whispered. “What did they mean, it’s the Queen’s orders? And why were they moving people in the middle of the night? What is happening?”

He just squeezed her. “I shall explain, but we must get you to my rooms.”

“I must return to my rooms,” Aelinor shook her head, unable to imagine the scandal if she were caught in Prince Aemond’s chambers. “I must find Jeyne. She is probably so worried.”

“Jeyne?”

“My maid.”

“All servants have been secured in the dungeons, My Prince.” One of the guards said, clearly thinking that he was being helpful.

“The dungeons!” Aelinor exclaimed. “Aemond, what—”

“I have been told to take you to my chambers,” He said. “I will explain there, Lina. I promise.”

Whatever explanation he intended to offer, it was not one that he wished for others to hear. Aelinor relented, following him through nearly empty corridors until they reached his chamber. At the door Aemond turned and ordered the guards to send someone for her clothes and a meal.

Once the door had closed behind him, Aelinor turned. “Aemond, what is happening?”

“First we must tend to you,” He stepped forward, opening the curtains and casting light on his surprisingly sparse room. A desk piled high with books, a neatly made bed, and some tapestries showing the mountains of Old Valyria.

He lifted her hands first, frowning at her bloodied fingernails, before moving to her face. His fingers traced her jaw, a look of rage clouding his eyes at what he saw there. “Did they strike you?”

“What? No. They…” The events of that morning seemed an eternity ago. “They were covering my mouth.”

That did not seem to alleviate his anger. “My mother assured me that she directed that you be treated well. They will answer for this.”

“Aemond, what do you mean your mother ordered this?” She pulled away, letting him keep her hands in his. “Is my grandfather truly dead?”

He nodded solemnly. “He is. I am sorry, Lina. I know you cared for him deeply.”

She did, and she would grieve greatly in the coming days. But her grandfather’s health had been a constant pain to him, and she was sure that every day was an agony for him. He was a great man, but perhaps this could be a mercy.

She nodded slowly, swallowing down her tears. “And when will my mother arrive?”

Aemond didn’t answer.

Aelinor pulled away and paced to the window. “Gods, this will not be good for her. With the babe, and she has only just returned to Dragonstone. There will be so much to do, and she—”

“Aelinor.”

“Yes?”

She could not identify the expression on Aemond’s face as he studied her. “Your mother has not been sent for.”

“What cause for delay could there be?” She gasped. “I understand the Queen will wish to mourn, but she must—”

Aemond just shook his head.

She felt terror like she had never known flood her veins as she realized what he meant. Rhaenyra, the rightful Queen, had not been summoned. She had been dragged from her bed in the night. People were being imprisoned in the dungeons.

“Who has done this?” She breathed.

Aemond ignored her question. “The rightful heir will be crowned by the end of the day.”

“The rightful heir?” She demanded. “Surely you do not mean Aegon? My mother is the named heir. All of the houses of the realm swore fealty to her!”

“Aegon is the King’s eldest male heir, and the crown will pass to him.”

“Aemond!” He sounded like he was echoing his grandfather. “You cannot mean this! What will happen to my family? What will happen to us? Gods…” She held a hand to her mouth. “We’ll all be killed.”

“No, No!” Aemond stepped forward, reaching for her hands but she flinched away. “Lina, I will not let this happen. Don’t you see, this is a good thing.”

“A good thing? How could this ever be good?”

He reached for her again, his fingers grasping the edge of the cloak she wore. “If your mother were ground it would throw the realm into turmoil. A Queen has never sat the throne, and there is the question of Jacaerys as her heir. Aegon succession is less likely to be contested, and he already has an heir.”

Aelinor though of those two little children, and just shook her head. “You expect my mother, my father to just lay down their arms and accept this? The other houses.”

“They will,” Aemond insisted. “Because we have you.”

Aelinor’s breath shuttered. “I am a hostage.”

“No, you are to be my wife.” Aemond promised. “But your family will not risk war while you are here, and it can all be resolved peacefully.”

Aelinor just stared at him. “I know you do not believe that.”

He did not deny it.

Aelinor turned from him, going to lean on the windowsill. How had things gone so wrong, so quickly? Her family would suffer for this, and he was pretending that there could be a peaceful resolution. When she knew that both he and his brother would celebrate her family’s fall.

A choked sob escaped her, and she bent over, her head in her hands.

“Lina,” Aemond’s hands were at her back. “I swore to protect you, and I will not break this promise. You must trust me.”

“How can I?” She sobbed. “How can I trust anyone after this?”

“You must.” A voice from the doorway startled both of them, and they turned to find Queen Alicent standing there in a dress of deep emerald. Aelinor thought the Queen looked exhausted, and yet she felt loathing like she had never known rise up in the back of her throat.

“Usurper!” Aelinor cried. “How could you do this? You were once friends with my mother, were you not?”

Alicent glanced down at the floor. “Aemond, I must speak with the Princess. Alone.”

“Mother, I do not—”

“Just go.” Aelinor said, straightening as the Queen approached. “Just go.”

Aemond gave her a look of regret, but he obeyed, closing the door behind him as he left.

“I am sorry that things have transpired this way, Princess.” The Queen said.

“No, you are not.” Aelinor shook her head. “Your son ends up on the throne.”

“It may be difficult to believe, but it was my husband’s dying wish to see Aegon succeed him.”

“Your husband, who broke tradition to install my mother as heir and never once wavered?” Aelinor demanded. “How dare you invoke his name for your lies. For your treachery.”

“You shall be treated kindly, Princess and I—”

“Kindly! I was dragged from my bed in the night and treated with anything but kindness. And now Aemond says you mean to use me as leverage against my family.”

Alicent sighed. “It is necessary.”

Aelinor was disgusted. “You all have fallen into madness.”

She was alone here, here family gone, and her father had been right. This was a snake pit. Whether Aemond believed in his brother or not, he would not betray his family, which made him a usurper too. She had no allies here, no one who could—”

“Where is Princess Rhaenys?” Aelinor remembered. “Has she been imprisoned as well?”

“The Princess Rhaenys has been confined to her chambers.” Alicent said. “As were you.”

“Then I have great sympathy for her.” Aelinor sighed. “What is to become of us?”

Alicent stepped forward suddenly, grabbing Aelinor’s hand with surprising force. “Aelinor, it does not need to be this way. There is a way forward where we can all find happiness.”

“Happiness?” Aelinor tried to pull her hands free. “How?”

“The way the King intended,” Alicent insisted. “You will wed Aemond, show your support for Aegon’s ascension, and your mother will see reason and the realm will finally be at peace.”

Aelinor succeeded in pulling her hands free. “I was not aware that the realm was at war.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Aemond entered, holding a bundle in his hands that Aelinor recognized as one of her velvet day cloaks. She assumed that within the bundle was something for her to wear that wasn’t a nightdress.

“Aegon will be crowned in two hours’ time,” Alicent said. “It is for the best that you be there, with us. That you stand in support of the rightful King.”

Aelinor met Aemond’s gaze, saw something like pleading shining in his eye.

She turned to Alicent, holding her gaze steady as she spoke. “Do with me what you will. But if you put me in front of a crowd, I shall declare your treachery for all to hear.”

Disappointment flashed across Alicent’s face, but she nodded. “Very well then. You shall remain here, until it is decided what is to be done with you.”

She turned, touching Aemond’s arm as she left. “You will be there, Aemond.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyway. “I will, Mother.”

The Queen left, leaving them alone once again.

“How can you do this, Aemond?” Aelinor demanded. “To my mother, to me.”

He set her clothes on the bed, walking forward. “I am doing what is right, I only hope that you can understand this.”

“Understand?” She scoffed. “Did you not hear your mother? They are going to decide what is to be done with me. If your brother wills it, my head might be on a pike tomorrow!”

“No, you shall be safe.” Aemond assured her. “We will marry once all this has blown over, and all will be well.”

“It cannot be well when a usurper sits the throne.”

Aemond took her hands in his, leaning down until his forehead pressed against hers. “I am begging you, Lina. These things are unsavory, and I know you to be too goodhearted and gentle to bare them, but we must do our part. Do you not wish to marry me?”

“Of course I do.” She promised, lifting her hands to touch the sides of his face, her thumb tracing the side of his eye patch. “But I could not bare to see my family hurt.”

Aemond pressed a kiss to her lips, and she tried to let some of the tension leave her body. “We can only do our own part, Lina. Mine is to defend my brother, and yours is to be your mother’s best advocate at court. An advocate for peace.”

“And how do I do that?”

“You marry me. You keep the peace. You stand beside me at my brother’s coronation.”

Aelinor closed her eyes, picturing it. Clothed in a gown of deep green, standing at Aemond’s side as Aegon knelt to receive the crown. A show of unity that would force her mother to yield. It could bring about an age of peace.

Or it could be the cause of a war.

“I will marry you, Aemond.” She said quietly. “I love you too dearly to wish for anything else.”

He smiled, moving to kiss her again.

She held up a hand. “And I shall not try to leave King’s Landing. I would not give the less rational members of Aegon’s court cause for retribution.”

Aemond nodded. “You will be safe here, under my protection. I swear it, my Love.”

My Love .

“But Aemond.” Aelinor stepped away. “I will not be at Aegon’s coronation, not unless you drag me there bound hand and foot.”

His face darkened. “And you will not change your mind?”

“I shall not.”

He nodded, stepping back and assuming a false calm that unsettled her. “Very well then, have it your way. You will remain here until I return. I will have someone escort you back to your chambers.”

“Thank you, Aemond.”

He looked like he wished to say more, but he just bowed and left her alone to change. After escorting her back to her rooms, he left her alone without another word.

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Aelinor spent the following hours pacing her chambers, worrying over Jeyne and the Princess Rhaenys. As she had promised Aemond, she did not intend to try to escape. If she were caught it would give the Queen an excuse to throw her in the dungeons, or worse, and that would only result in spurring her mother into war. No, she needed to keep her wits about her if she were to survive this.

Through the window she watched the masses of King’s Landing be herded into the Dragonpit for the coronation.

She had Aemond by her side. Aemond who, while she did not doubt that she was loyal to his family, would never see her hurt. And though she was itching to wring his neck for supporting Aegon, she was not ready to turn her back on him either.

Perhaps he was right. If she stayed here, played her part, perhaps she could contribute to bringing about peace. If she stayed long enough, the other lords would muster to her mother’s cause and force Aegon from the throne. Her mother would be merciful, her father could be persuaded, and she would still be allowed to marry Aemond. There was still a way forward for them.

She climbed into the window, leaning against the wall and studying the city. The tiny buildings that leaned against each other, the harbor sparkling in the distance, the Dragonpit standin tall above it all.

Did her mother know what had happened yet? Surely someone must have made it out of King’s Landing, must have shared the news. She would be worried, probably furious with herself for leaving Aelinor behind. It would not be good for the babe, for her mother to worry so. Aelinor chewed on her fingernail. Her father would be itching for war, and she hoped there was a small part of his desire for vengeance that stemmed from care from her.

Jacaerys and Lucerys, they probably would have already flown back on dragon back, to try to rescue her on their own. She imagined her mother locking them in their rooms, and the thought made her laugh.

With a sigh, she leaned her head back against the stone. The bells tolled, signaling the start of the coronation. Somewhere, beneath the Dragonpit, underneath Aegon’s very feet, was Darrax. She wondered if she would be allowed to visit him soon, as long as Aemond accompanied her. But then she realized that Aemond would not have time to accompany her anywhere. This was a coup, after all, and they would have much work to do to consolidate their power. He would not have time for her.

She closed her eyes, whispering a prayer. They just had to weather this storm. One way or another, Aemond and her would be together. She just needed to have faith, and to keep her own strength.

An unfamiliar rumble reached her ears, and when her eyes opened she saw the crimson streak of Meleys crashing through the doors of the Dragonpit. Underneath her feet people were trampled, hundreds more running for their lives.

Aelinor began to weep.

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Chapter One: A Name Like a Death Knell {Series Masterlist | Series Playlist ♫}

Series Summary: A prince, a priest, a warrior, and a huntsman. They serve the god of the wood, and they have no choice but to obey when the Master demands a queen.

Pairings: Josh x Reader, Sam x Reader, Jake x Reader, Danny x Reader | Chapter Word Count: 2k | Warnings: blood, violence, dark magic, possession, religious themes, elements typical of a dark fantasy au

A/N: What a day to meet the master, huh? This au is based on the MTM music video, and it's a complete wild card for me. I'm using it as a place to explore all kinds of dark fantasy elements. I'm very interested to know what you think, and I hope you like it! ♡

Joshua awakes in darkness.

A breath is drawn from his chest like the string of a bow, taut, trembling; the sound of it mixes with the hum of the forest, the crickets and nightingales and the voice of the river. The air is cold, colder than he remembers it being when he fell into his dreamless sleep. He knows the prickling of his skin, the sudden shivering, the way his breath curls upwards in thin clouds — he knows these things like an old friend now.

“Samuel.” He reaches out in the darkness. “Samuel, I need you.”

His brother is awake in an instant. Even in sleep, Samuel is attuned to the sound of Joshua’s voice; he listens for the change of it, waits for when it will turn cold, dark, hungry.

For now, his brother’s voice is soft. “He’s coming.”

Samuel doesn’t ask if Joshua is certain. He can feel it too, that familiar shaking in his hands, and wills himself to be steady. He rises, moving sure-footed through the darkness; a lonesome wolf howls far in the distance, its cry made hollow in the trees.

“Hurry,” Joshua says. His voice is thinner now.

A third brother, a broken one, limps soundlessly from his guard post into the circle of trees where Joshua and Samuel stand. The sword at his hip is heavy, and the cold twines bruising fingers against his frame.

“What is it?” he asks. His eyes are the only thing left, the only part of him that he can trust; he watches as Samuel strips to almost nothing before pulling a long white robe over his body.

“God’s hand,” Jacob mutters. He whistles once, sharply, into the dark; a pair of glowing eyes opens and shimmers in the branches of a nearby oak.

“He’s coming,” Jacob says, watchful as the bright-eyed figure alights from the branch and lands like a cat on the ground, silent, graceful. He studies the figure’s shadowed face. “Are you Daniel?”

Sharp fangs show in a crooked smile. “Guess again.”

Jacob sighs. “Never mind. They’ll need a fire.”

The fanged creature hides its teeth and blinks once, twice, three times to rid its eyes of the feline glow. Soft brown takes its place, and worry finds a home in the curve of the mouth.

“What’s happened?” Daniel asks. Even his voice is different.

Jacob nods to the circle. “They need a fire. Your friend declined to help.”

Daniel shakes his head and bites the mark on the side of his hand, adding to the scars from teeth he’s set there before. “Not my friend.”

He gathers wood for the fire, broken ash and birch limbs cracking like ice across the surface of a frozen lake. Joshua flinches at each sound, his ears ringing, his head pounding; he hopes that the pain will not be as harsh tonight.

Daniel steps away when the fire is steady, flames curling and licking over the dead wood like serpent tongues. His eyes flicker again in the firelight.

“The hemlock,” Joshua urges, a creeping, frantic dread writhing like a living thing in his chest as the flame grows. He can feel it like a clawed hand around his heart, squeezing against the tender flesh.

Samuel ignores his brother. He knows which herbs he needs, which tinctures he must use; he mutters incantations to himself in a tongue that only he knows, a ghostly sort of song that makes it hard for Daniel to stay rooted. Everything must be perfect, and Samuel takes his time; he takes the herbs in his red-gloved hands, rolling dried flowers between his fingers until they crumble into a fine powder.

Jacob sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. “He’s nearly here.” The pain is always worse when he comes, and it webs over his hip, his chest, his shoulder. He knows if he traced it with his hand it would follow the path of the white scars etched into his skin.

A shadow passes overhead, blocking out the light of the moon and a thousand trembling stars. Each breath comes in silvery tendrils now, and the forest grows quieter with each passing moment.

“Samuel,” Daniel says quietly.

“Silence.” Samuel’s voice is harsh. “The wine.”

Daniel brings him the wineskin in perfect obedience, watching as Samuel pours a draught into a silver cup. He mixes a portion of herbs into the syrupy wine and hands the cup to Daniel.

“Make him drink,” Samuel says. “Cut his hand, this time.”

Joshua is silent, still, closed-eyed when Daniel comes to him. Daniel touches a gentle hand to his cheek, and Joshua startles.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Daniel.” He studies his brother’s face as Jacob did. “You are, aren’t you?”

Daniel presses the cup into Joshua’s hand. “Watcher doesn’t like this part. It’s only me.”

Joshua takes the cup, and Daniel pulls his dagger from its sheath; the blade catches the light of the fire and glints back against the flames. Joshua drinks the wine, swallowing down the bitter mix, and extends his arm to Daniel.

“I’m glad,” Joshua says, and there is enough softness to his voice to know he’s still there, at least for a moment. His entire arm is trembling, from his fingers to the crest of his shoulder. “I’d rather it was you.”

Daniel takes Joshua’s hand and cuts its swiftly, drawing the blade across his tender palm. Joshua gasps with the pain of it; blood wells in the hollow of his hand, and Joshua closes his eyes and turns his head when Daniel holds the cup underneath to catch it.

Daniel kisses Joshua’s bloody palm. “I serve the god of the wood.”

Joshua’s eyes sting with tears. It’s harder to breathe now. “Your service is counted as merit to you.”

Daniel takes the cup to Samuel and leaves Joshua’s blood smeared on his mouth, a blessing, a baptism. Joshua holds his hand awkwardly, blood dripping to the forest floor, and each drop sizzles where it meets the soft, springy undergrowth. Acrid smoke rises from the places his blood has burned the forest.

“Jacob,” Joshua rasps. “Your turn. Quickly.”

Jacob limps into the circle of trees and kneels before his twin, leaning heavily on his sword. He pulls roughly on the collar of his shirt, exposing the top of the long, winding scar.

“The pain won’t last,” Joshua says. “Remember this.”

Jacob grits his teeth. “Just do it.”

Joshua paints his brother’s scar with his blood. Jacob groans and flinches away from the touch as every nerve along the jagged scar comes alive with pain; he bows his head and rides the wave of torment with an anguished cry.

When the worst of it has passed, Jacob looks up at his brother, his blood- and sweat-slicked chest pumping with greedy breaths.

“I serve the god of the wood,” he gasps.

Joshua feels little distress at his brother’s display; the cold is too hungry now to give space to the warmth of pity. “Your service is counted as merit to you.”

When Jacob rises, his pain is gone, and he walks to Daniel’s side without a limp. His body is mended, for now, blood and bone knit back together until the magic runs thin again.

Blood on the mouth, blood on the chest; the last brother receives a streak of red on either cheek, and Samuel offers his pledge with solemn dignity.

“I serve the god of the wood.”

The ringing is unbearable now, Samuel's voice merely a thread of the cacophony weaving through his head. Joshua answers the way he must, and his voice has teeth.

“Your service is counted as merit to you.”

Samuel spreads the herbs over the fire, and clouds of smoke rise from the flames in a sparking blue haze. Joshua comes close to the fire, breathing in the fragrant smoke; the pain is gone, the ringing silenced, both rising to a crescendo before they vanish as sudden as death.

Then, like a thumb nail in the tender flesh of a ripe fruit, Joshua feels something else come in with the final breath of smoke.

“He’s here,” Jacob says.

Joshua’s hand raise of their own accord, one bloody, both shaking. His breath is sporadic, choking. His eyes roll back in his head.

“Don’t let me die,” he gasps.

“Be at peace,” Samuel tells him.

Everything goes black.

—

The shuddering inhale is torn from Joshua’s chest like the breath of a drowning man. Everything is spinning; he sways and only stays upright with the help of ready hands.

“What did he say?” he rasps.

He feels the rim of a cup against his mouth. “Drink, first,” Daniel says.

The water is cool, soothing the grit of another voice in his own throat. He’s lowered to the ground; one brother holds him, another tends his wound.

“God’s hand,” Joshua curses, shaking his head to rid it of the blinding dizziness. “Samuel, make it stop.”

“Be still,” Samuel says, panting and breathless. “I cannot help you. Have patience.”

Joshua squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm his breathing. After a long moment, he opens them again.

His brothers sit with him beside the dying fire. The sky is lighter now, well past the dark of night, pale fingers of sunlight stretching over the cool gloom of morning. He knows he was gone for hours, and feels a residual shiver race across his skin.

“Are you well?” he asks, looking over his brothers. Jacob sits beside him, supporting him with a steadiness Joshua has missed in his twin. Daniel is the one mending his hand, rubbing salve over the wound, bandaging it with a strip of cloth. Samuel sits just across, peeling his gloves off, sweating despite the cool of dawn.

“Well enough,” Jacob says. Even in his voice, his brothers can tell that his pain has subsided. They all dread its return, but for now, he is hale and whole as he ought to be, as he was before.

Samuel accepts the waterskin Daniel gives him, taking long drinks to slake his thirst. Joshua knows that the visits are just as hard on his brother as they are on him, perhaps moreso; Samuel stays awake, and it is he who must ensure that the ritual unfolds as it should.

Joshua puts his head in his hands. His head is woozy still, full of incense and ringing like a death knell with one word, one name, over and over.

“Corinne,” he says.

Samuel nods. “Yes. That’s her name.”

Joshua feels ill. “Who is she?” He cannot bear the thought of dragging anyone else into this Stygian nightmare with him, but a hunger that does not belong to him aches in his chest.

Daniel’s eyes flicker until they are not his, gold and fire-bright. “A little queen for the god of the wood, perhaps?”

Jacob scowls. “No one asked you, Watcher.”

Fangs show when Watcher snarls, but he doesn’t dare speak back to Jacob. Not now, not when Jacob fairly glows with strength and vigor from the blood-blessing he's been given.

“Let him go,” Samuel tells the sprite. He takes Daniel’s hand and presses against the sigil in his skin. “Now, Watcher.”

“No fun,” Watcher says, sullen. He makes Daniel shake all over, a great heaving shudder like a dog shaking off water, and leaves.

Daniel groans and touches a hand to his head.

“I could feel him,” he says. “I tried to keep him quiet, but it’s getting harder.”

“You need rest,” Joshua says, gentle.

Daniel’s smile is thin. “You need rest.”

Sam shakes his head. “No time for it. We’re going today.” He looks to Jacob. “Do you know where it is? The place he spoke of?”

Jacob nods. “South.”

“Warmer,” Joshua says tiredly. “Of course.”

He looks up at his brothers. “Who is she?” he asks again. He doesn’t want the answer, but he must know.

Jacob grimaces. “Watcher was right. She’s... she’s meant to be your wife. He's chosen her.”

“My wife,” Joshua breathes. “No. His wife. My body.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Does she know? Or am I to snatch some girl from her home under cover of night?”

“You are to do as he commands,” Samuel says, wary and serious. “You must obey.”

“We all must,” Joshua says bitterly. He studies the bandage on his palm, lets his gaze travel to the scars that shine white all over his hands, his arms, his shoulders. “I serve the god of the wood.”

“Your service is counted as merit to you,” Samuel says, trying to comfort him.

Joshua sighs heavily. There is very little comfort to him now.

He stands, and his brothers stand with him.

“Very well,” he says. “We'll go south, and there we shall find a queen for the Master.”

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Closer

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Part of the "Invade Me Chronicles" - A project where some wonderful writers assembled to create a collection of stories based on The First Avengers Loki.

Summary: Loki is only steps away from completing his invasion. Until you walk back into his life. Pairing: Loki x Asgardian Avenger!Reader Warnings: Spice. Wall sex. Fingering. Slight Dom!Loki A/N: Also can we all just agree that we've thought about him railing us to this song. (No pun Intended) Only me...that's ok 👉👈

Loki was reaching the top steps towards the roof. He was so close. Closer to finishing this blasted invasion. Closer to victory. Closer to you. He had not seen you since he fell off the Bifrost on that wretched night.

They promised him that as soon as he was done with this whole damned business, he would be free to pursue you again. Free to find you and stay with you. You were the only and constant thought in his captivity. The only thing that kept him alive was the hope of seeing you again in his arms.

“Stop!”

He would recognize that voice anywhere! He turned only to find you running up the steps to catch up to him. His eyes grew round and innocent as he beheld you for the first time since that awful night.

“Loki! What are you doing?” He could only stare at you. What were you doing here? You should be safe in Asgard. Not here, where he was set to take over through violence and mayhem.

“I – I…What are you doing here?” he stammered. You caught up to him and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. He smelt of ash and smoke. The hot leather of his armor singed the parts of your skin that were exposed.

He let go of his staff to fully embrace you. He lowered his head to your shoulders, and let out a silent tear. The memory of your jasmine soap had not done the actual scent justice as he took a lungful of air. The feel of your body so close to his was all he dreamt about the past two years in confinement.

“Whose got eyes on Loki?” you both heard through the earpiece you had on.

“You’re one of them!” He pushed you away as you grabbed his arm to keep him with you.

“He’s on the south side of the building. Thirty-second level. Heading down.” You relayed in your mic before you took it out and crushed it within your palm.

“Why did you lie to them?”

“To buy us time.” You said as you lunged towards him and kissed him. “I’ve missed you, my prince! My days and my nights have not been the same since you’ve been gone.”

Loki returned your kiss with as much fervor. His tongue glides inside your mouth, a prelude to one of the many parts of your body he wishes to reconcile with. He pushed you up against the wall. The steps made his right leg higher than his left. He used this advantage to rub his muscular thigh against your aching heat. The leathers forming your armored skirt gave way to his ministrations.

Your fingers fumbled against his trousers. Your hand reached inside, feeling the soft velvet skin you’ve missed and dreamt about. Loki let out a guttural moan as you pumped his erection, causing him to buck further into your hand. Your name was plucked from his lips. He hasn’t felt anything this close since you. He was shaking with lust at having the chance to do this with you again.

With a heady moan fleeing from your lips, he stepped back into a familiar role. His muscle memory kicked in and his body reacted and responded to your ever-growing need.

He placed two fingers by your lips. “Suck.” He commanded. And you obeyed without hesitation. He felt your tongue glide in between his fingers, coating his long digits. When he pulled out, a thin trail of your saliva still connected with his fingers as he brought them down and plunged them into your aching heat.

“Gods! Loki…” You screamed out. The sound of his name coming from your lips was like a sweet symphony. He continued to rim his fingers around you, adding a third. He circled your clit with his thumb, bringing you to that sweet edge. You were so close to falling. So close to screaming his name.

He drew his fingers away and used your slick to coat his length. In one swift motion, he entered you. The tightness. The heat. It was enough to make him convulse right there and then, “Norns, I’ve missed you, pet.” He grunted as he slammed himself back inside you. “All those lonely nights. I’ve thought of nothing but returning home to you. To find you waiting for me…unhh…just like that…” he whimpered. He felt you tighten around him at his words.

You could feel him slam your hips against the cold wall behind you. You grabbed hold of the descending banister to help keep you up as your legs spread further apart for him. “My prince…” you said breathlessly. “We don’t have much time.”

Loki grabbed your chin as he looked straight into your lust-blown eyes. “I will take my time enjoying you.” He said as his lips touched yours. “You will take what I give you and you will thank me. Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Say it.” He growled as he bottomed into you.

“Thank you.” You cried as your brows narrowed together from the sheer bliss.

“Again.” He grunted as he took out his length, leaving the tip, and slammed back inside.

“Ahh…fu…th-thank you, my prince.”

“That’s a good girl.” He said as his hips continued the onslaught of pleasure. “To feel you around me again. It’s a dream I wish not to wake up from.” He set a devastating rhythm. You felt every ridge. Every pulse. You heard every cry and whimper. His face set to the most exquisite indulgence you’d ever seen.

“Will you take what I give you?” he said with his eyes closed and his mouth set to yell his release. “Will you take what’s rightfully yours? What belongs to you and only you?” he whispered to your lips.

“Yes! Yes, my prince. G-give it to me.” You moaned as his pace got deeper. Harder. “…pl-ease…”

Loki let go. His loud climax was carnal and echoed off the walls of the stairwell. You followed soon after with a torrid mewl yourself. You squeezed tighter, not wanting him to leave you. Wanting to keep him inside you.

His pace slowed. Catching his breath, he found your lips and latched on. Your lips were ripe and juicy. You tasted like the strawberries in Asgard. Like home.

A loud explosion could be heard on the roof. Loki looked up annoyed. “That would be my army.” He said as he softly pulled out of you. You felt bereft and alone once again.

“Please don’t do this love. Come back with me. We can make this right, together.”

“They will not stop. He will not stop until he gets the stone. And I will not let him get to you.” He claimed as he sheathed himself back inside. He held your face in both of his hands. “You were to stay in Asgard till I come for you. Why are you here?”

“After I thought you had died. Thor had taken me here to Midgard to start a new life with the Avengers.” You answered as Loki’s face turned into a scowl. “I couldn’t stay at the palace any longer, where everything reminded me of you.”

“So my idiotic brother decides to put your life – my heart – in danger?! He shall pay dearly for this. Loki stormed the last few steps towards the rooftop. Murder on his mind as he sought out Thor.

“Loki, darling, be nice. They’re my friends. And you know your brother means well. He only brought me here because I asked him to.”

“You are to stay hidden. Away from the fray. Until my business is done outside.”

“Loki. Don’t make me hold you down.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I finally have you back. You don’t think I’ll do everything in my power to keep you by my side.”

“Kitten! I’m doing this so He doesn’t find you!”

“And I’m doing this so you don’t lose yourself!” You growled as you clasped metal cuffs on his arms.

“I have an army!”

“And we have a hulk!”

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sheep-from-rad · 1 year

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Your obey me x filipino reader is just *mwah*

Also imagine Beel opening those cookie boxes only to find sewing tools

Sewing tools in cookie boxes aka the time Beel got bamboozled (Filipino Reader AU) Note: I saw the notice and my brain went into overdrive. The amount of times I got fooled by those things. I think our Spanish counterparts do this too! Warnings: none Masterlist: [obey me]

The first time he was a victim was the cookie box that was located at the back of the cabinet. Beel’s stomach grumbled as he entered the house of Lamentation. He was the first one to reach home because he didn’t have any practice. Satan is probably lounging in the library again, Lucifer is one overtime, and the rest of the brothers are nowhere to be found. Belphegor was in the attic for sure. He came home in the afternoon earlier because his last class got cancelled. He could join his twin right now but that’s not one of the options. Beelzebub is hungry.

“Oh you’re home”, your voice echoed behind him. Beelzebub quickly turned around to greet you but his stomach managed to beat his mouth in making a sound first. You let out a snort before pointing at your room. “There’s snacks in my room. You can go eat them before and wait there until Satan starts tonight’s dinner.” Beel watched you watch towards Lucifer’s office, probably ordered by Lord Diavolo to deliver more papers. He excitedly skipped towards your room and settled in your bed. He wondered what snacks you have in your room this time.

Most food in Devildom is acquired taste and they can be really weird. It was a blessing not just to you but also to him that Barbatos stitched a pocket dimension in your room and equipped it as a mini kitchen. Seeing that you’re still not present after 10 minutes, he stood up and made his way to the stitched room. There are red eggs in the fridge, he recalled that those are the salty ones that are good with tomatoes but there are no tomatoes in the fridge so he’ll skip those for now. There are also a lot of canned tuna and sardines on the shelves but those are only good with freshly cooked rice.

There are vegetables on the small table but he wants a small snack and cooking a whole meal will take so much time. He continued on searching for a snack inside the cabinet until his hands brushed on a metal container. It was a round cookie tin in blue with the label partially removed by rust forming at the edges. A small frown formed at his face, feeling betrayed that you hid a whole cookie tin from him. The tin is light but he can hear some things hitting the tin from the inside. The thought of it being a cookie makes him lick his lips in anticipation.

He placed the tin down the counter and carefully pry open the lid. Instead of the fragment smell of chocolate chip, what hit him was the tangled threads and needles that were glinting in the low light. There were no cookies inside the tin. Instead they were buttons, threads, and needles. It was a sewing kit. He got sad again. Why would someone put sewing materials on a cookie tin and keep it here?

He placed the cookie tin back to the original place and leaned on the counter with the water bottle that he procured from the fridge (he loves the human world water better because it doesn’t taste like ash). Maybe he should just ask you to cook at this point.

BONUS:

Beel walked into the kitchen one fine morning to prepare for everyone’s breakfast. Mc had recently gone to the human world and returned with tons of products from their country that includes fresh vegetables and assortments of meat and fish. He could settle for something with meat but he remembered that Satan’s cat, Gray, loves to linger around and wait for Satan to finish eating so he decided on making a fish dish instead.

He prepared the other ingredients such as fresh kamias and the salt and on the other pot, he started making the rice. Ever since MC joined the household, mealtimes are never complete without any rice on it. Sometimes even snack time involved rice and now all of them are craving it to the point that MC had to go every month to the human world to get a sack or three. He washed his hands as he took the knife to slice the tomatoes. He would like to cook it step by step but he finds it easy to prepare the small things first before taking on the bigger ones.

He stepped away from the cooking counter and into the fridge. The main ingredient of the dish lies salted in the freezer, the Galunggong fish as what MC called it. He took the ice cream container out and set it to the counter, carefully following each of his steps with a rug to wipe off the melting ice. As he opened the container, instead of fish it was the smell of vanilla that greeted him. Inside the container was actually ice cream.

Beel closed the container and brought it back to the fridge. He stepped out of the kitchen and shouted, “MC, did you bring any fish back with you?”

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 year

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Company Property

for Angstpril, Day 1: Liar

cw: manipulation, electrocution, violence, mentions of death/dismemberment

masterlist ///// next

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He shrunk back from the light when the door opened, by now associating any shift in the darkness with pain.

But the silhouette in the door didn't belong to a guard, and it didn't even step forward, instead setting something heavy on the ground, nudging it further into the cell with a foot.

"Morning, scum."

(Thrum, hum, drum.) Lex raised his head, taking in the thing that had been sent towards him. Two identical items, long and metallic. They looked almost robotic, almost like…

Hands? Arms?

He looked up at the man in the door, a question silent on his face. The man grinned.

"Wanna get revenge?"

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"How many?"

"Four or five. We aren't certain."

"And you want them all dead?"

"Dead or alive makes no difference to me."

"Dead then. Location?"

"We'll give you coordinates before you depart."

(Coordinates, bore-dinates, get down on the floor-dinates.)

Alexei Wilder sat stiff-backed in the leather chair, flexing new, inorganic fingers and staring towards the man he was speaking to without quite looking at him.

Overkast had gone rogue---or so Corporate said--- and they wanted him to take care of it. Become Cinder again and burn the hero who'd destroyed him.

Today was… his gaze flicked to the corner, where a calendar was tacked to the wall. A picture of a tree frog below an all-caps 'JUNE'. (Dune, noon, moon.)

Today was June the something, then, and it had been either one month or thirteen.

Both were far too long a time to spend in the dark.

But now he was unchained. Out of the cell, out of the darkness. He'd been fitted with a shock collar, but he couldn't fault these men for being cautious. After all, he was still a weapon, wasn't he?

The office was simultaneously too bright and not bright enough. He wanted to bask in the light as much as hide from it, to drink in the sunshine, the sky out the window, even the damn wallpaper pattern. He wanted to lie on the wooden floor and run his hands along the grain, to blow out the cinnamon scented candle on the desk and drink in the smoke.

But he didn't.

He sat still and pretended he wanted to obey the man at the desk. Uriah Fox, or so his nameplate read. The big CEO, head of Titanium, one of the companies that dealt in Hero contracts. The kind that would hire Lex to do their dirty work one day and call for his arrest the next.

"I am glad you decided to take my offer, Alexei," Fox continued, and Lex wanted to bristle at the casual use of his name. Whether Fox owned the tower that had kept him prisoner or not, he clearly had the power to take his life in his hands any time he wanted. Not someone to like, and certainly not someone to trust.

"We understand that there's some bad blood between you and Overkast. I trust that will serve to motivate you. Fan the flames, so to speak."

So there was. Overkast had taken his arms, left his body broken. He'd barely survived that fight. But the Corporate-run Tower, made for imprisoning bad guys like him, had taken the rest.

Everything that had once been normal, that he'd taken for granted, now felt strange.

Yesterday he'd had his first hot shower in a year. His hair had been cut, he'd been able to shave, brush his teeth. He could move his arms, flex his fingers, grab things, touch things. And he couldn't feel any of it, but ghostly memories of how it felt to hold something remained, and he could pretend.

Lex was given new boots and clothes to work in---the weight of the cloth and leather felt odd now, but he welcomed feeling almost human again---and was sent on his way at dusk. The collar stayed on, and a handler stayed with it, assigned to keep an eye on him. Make sure he didn't try to run.

The coordinates brought him to an unassuming apartment building.

By the end of the night, he'd have it reduced to ash.

He'd been given leave to improvise. To do whatever it took to take out the rogue team. Something he was good at. He'd be rusty, sure. A year in the dark, a year without use would do that to a tool, no matter how sharp. But he would prevail. He always did.

"Almost always," he reminded himself aloud, curling his new fingers into a fist. He was still getting used to the arms, the replacements for the flesh that had been taken from him.

The building seemed largely empty, aside from a single lighted window on the third floor. Lex circled the complex once, just to be certain, then began to scale the fire escape. The ladder made a soft tinging sound beneath the metal of his fingertips, singing like a wind chime as he climbed.

Even that scant amount of exertion was enough to make the muscles in his back ache. His body wasn't used to this amount of movement anymore. It wasn't used to the freedom of being able to walk more than a few paces. It was already tired, but he ignored its plea for rest. Years of training had left him able to push himself past his limits.

On the other side of the third-story window, a stout young woman sat on a beat-up sofa, reading. A pair of glasses rested on top of her head, above a round face and large brown eyes. Vision impaired. If he acted quickly, he'd have an advantage.

She certainly wasn't Overkast, but Fox said there were other teammates who'd sided with the rogue hero. This woman could easily be one of them. He considered finding another window and sneaking in, snapping her neck before she had time to scream. It would be easy.

But something gave him pause. She was too human. And sure, he'd had no problem with that in the past, but now it halted him where he stood.

What was stopping him? The way she had her legs curled up on the couch? Her laser-focus on the book, the way a few strands of her dark hair had come loose from her ponytail?

It occured to him then, that this was the first person he'd seen in over a year who didn't want to hurt him, or use him, or hate him. She was just existing. Knowing he was about to change that almost saddened him.

He'd strike quick, then. Non-lethal. Use her as a hostage if needed.

The window was locked from the inside, but Lex had no problem forcing it open, summoning his fire and feeling a rush of energy as it connected to the left cybernetic, the metal heating to a molten orange.

The woman was on her feet in an instant, throwing the book at him with an aim that would almost be impressive, if Lex wasn't able to catch it mid air with his activated arm, setting it aflame.

"Shit— Firebrand!" the woman shouted over her shoulder, taking hasty steps back as Lex advanced on her.

"I don't need to hurt you," he said, reaching out to seize her wrist with his cool hand when she turned to run. "Tell me where to find Overkast."

"What the hell— you— you're Cinder, aren't you?" the woman stammered, then, without warning, delivered a hard kick to his shin, trying to pull away.

He barely felt it. "Where is he?"

"Overkast is dead," she said through clenched teeth. "Who sent you? Was it Uriah? He's playing you. He just wants to get rid of us without getting his hands dirty."

Dead? Not possible. Overkast was at the heart of his mission. His vengeance. Fox had even said he didn't care about anyone else. "Bring them back dead or alive."

"You're lying," he growled. A quick footfall sounded nearby; someone rushing down the stairs. He pulled the woman into him, wrapping an arm around her throat and readying for an attack.

"It's the truth, I swear," the woman protested, her voice coming out strained. "Fox lied to you to get you to play attack dog."

"He didn't—"

"Bullshit, I saw your collar."

(Holler. Dollar.) He clenched his jaw, trying to swallow the shame that threatened to rise in him. It didn't matter. He'd wear a collar if it kept him out of the cell.

The steps drew closer, and the door across from them swung open. A girl stood on the other side, firelight in her clenched fists, glinting off of the beads that had been woven into her thick, braided hair. She couldn't have been more than fifteen, but there was murder in her dark eyes.

"Let her go," she spat, raising a glowing hand. She was still in her pajamas. Despite the threat she presented, despite her affiliation with Overkast, she was still very much a kid.

He wasn't all that surprised at the notion of Titanium employing children as heroes. For all their posturing, they really weren't so different from the Underneath.

"Tell me where Overkast is, and I will," he replied.

"Try six feet under," the girl shot back, but didn't try to close the distance. Lex raised his burning arm, holding it near the woman's head.

"Last chance to tell me the truth."

"He's dead," the girl snapped.

"How?" Her insistence was starting to seed doubt. "Who killed him?"

"Who do you think?" the woman in his grip said. "It was Titanium. Fox. And now they're after us too."

"Got enough brains to believe us, cyborg?" the girl in the doorway snarled. "Or are you just another one of their puppets?"

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Getting away from the pair was easy enough. He'd shoved the woman forward, sending her crashing into the girl, and even when the kid was quick enough to send a stream of flame his way, it meant nothing. Fire couldn't hurt him, didn't she understand?

He ignored the onslaught, ignored their shouts for backup, ignored the objects flung at him as he took hold of the sides of the fire escape ladder and slid all the way to the ground.

His handler was still waiting in the alley adjacent to the building, looking puzzled and alarmed as Lex stalked toward him, hand flying defensively to the remote at his hip.

"Cinder— is the mission complete? I didn't see—"

"Where is Overkast?" Lex asked, towering over the other man.

"Did—Did you not see him?" the man stammered, voice pitching higher with fear.

"He's dead, isn't he?" If there had been any doubt left, it fled as a look of panic crossed the man's face.

"No, he's— he's alive. His team must be hiding him. If you—"

Lex didn't let him finish, dealing a swift backhand across his face that sent him sprawling.

"I didn't realize Titanium was full of liars," he muttered, closing in on the man. But before he could strike again, the handler remembered the remote, quickly pushing the center button.

Electricity surged through Lex, stopping him in place, locking out every muscle, burning him in a way that fire never could.

The man held it as Lex dropped to the ground, convulsing, unable to breathe. He didn't let go until his vision had gone dark.

When he was finally able to open his eyes, the man was gone.

"Tsk tsk. I expected better from you, Alexei," a voice crackled from the collar. Uriah Fox. He wondered if he'd been watching the whole time, if the thing had a camera as well as a comm link.

"Y'... lied to me," Lex mumbled back.

"I also got you out of the Tower. Is this how you're going to repay that kindness?"

Blindness, he thought dizzily. Any strength he'd gathered for the mission had been sapped by the shock. He didn't even have the energy to pick himself up off the pavement.

"What do you say we forget this little outburst?" Fox continued. "Come back to HQ and we'll talk. Re-evaluate. I still think you can be an asset to us."

"And what if I don't? You'll kill me?"

"If you don't, I'll put you back in the Tower."

His mouth went dry. "I'll die first."

Laughter on the other end. "You think I'd let that happen? You're company property, Alexei."

Lex tried to ignore the words. Pretend they meant nothing to him, that they were just a label that would keep him out of the dark, but they made him feel nauseous. Trapped.

"One way or another, you'll be useful to me."

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3 No transphobia, homophobia or racism is tolerated here. That also includes if you're a weirdo/pedo you'll be immediately blocked and reported.

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side note: I do not mind women/female aligned people on my account but keep in mind one thing. This account is mostly for the male audience and non binary/ gender not conforming people. I have decided that I'll not write for women since I'm not comfortable with it and it makes my dysphoria a big problem. Please do not ask me for it and search for someone who will do it gladly.

IMPORTANT: I've stated this before but I'm gonna remind you. Fem aligned people are welcome to my account, after all I mostly do gn reader but what I'm not that comfortable is with them liking posts DIRECTED towards cis men/ trans men. I do understand that it might be good written for you, but please, these are for them. Not for you. I know I don't have the power to tell you what to do. But I can block you. So understand that if I see someone like She/her - she/they (with also lesbian on their bio) liking my male reader posts I'm gonna be uncomfortable.

redacted + other art stuff twt acc ⁉️

content I'm okay with writing!

⊹ NSFW, fluff, angst, crack, common/ mild kinks, character x character, reader x multiple characters, monsters, vtubers (not making it like it's real), one shots, head canons & series about character x reader

content I'll not touch!

⊹ Adult character x child reader/character (as in a romantic aspect), real people (I'll only take vtubers online persona), incest, non-con, really explicit kinks, disturbing ideas that people might ask, furries (monster fucking doesn't count I guess), pedophilia, hate speech towards minority groups

specific exceptions :

✂ dub-con but only if people are okay with it (my other account has dark content if you're interested), heavy kinks only if I'm comfortable (somnophilia for example), monsters (like fucking a tentacle monster, a werewolf, etc) and I think that's it.

some fandoms I've written for:

☕︎︎ MHA:

- Boys Headcanons

- Deku (Angst/Fluff)

- Tamaki (Appreciation Post)

- Boys (Small details)

-Izuku (With Love)

- Let me be (Izuku 1)

- Let me be (Izuku 2)

- Let me be (Izuku 3)

- Let me be (Izuku 4)

- Let me be (Izuku final)

☕︎︎ GENSHIN IMPACT:

- Zhongli (messy outcome remake) 🔞

- Tighnari (Cursed fantasy) 🔞

- Tighnari (Silhouette) 🔞

- Dainsleif (Aimed to Kill)

- Kazuha (Fluff)

- Pantalone (Teasing) 🔞

- Zhongli (Dom Reader) 🔞

- Kaeya (Heacanons) 🔞

- Diluc (Flames) 🔞

- Xiao (Angst)

- Xiao (Brat tammer) 🔞

- Albedo (Body Open) 🔞

- Albedo (Fluff)

- Albedo (Succubus) 🔞

- Thigh Riding 1 🔞

-Thigh Riding 2 🔞

-Thoma (Is that so) 🔞

☕︎︎ MYSTIC MESSENGER:

- 707 (Stargazing)

- RFA Eyes

- Wounds 1 (TW sh)

- Wounds 2 (TW sh)

- Late Confessions 1

- Late Confessions 2

☕︎︎ LUXIEM / SHXTOU:

- Ike (Killer High heels) 🔞

- Ike (4 am)

- Luxiem hot 🔞

- Vampire Luxiem 1 🔞

- Vampire Luxiem 2 🔞

- Needy Shoto 🔞

- Mysta (Brat tammer) 🔞

- Kyo (Slow your grind) 🔞

☕︎︎ REDACTED AUDIO:

- Gavin Fanart 🔅

- Gavin Fanart 2 🔅

- Redacted Headcanons 🔅

- Redacted Headcanons 2 🔅

- David Fanart 🔅

- David Fanart 2 🔅

- Redacted Art Dump 1 🔅

- Redacted Art Dump 2 🔅

- Oc's reunion (Darlins) 🔅

- Red Redacted 🔅

others I'm interested in include ── kimetsu no yaiba / attack on titan / obey me / nu carnival / ouran high school / saiki k

ෆ Hope this clears up any questions you have! ෆ

#izzuku #masterlist

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vyloy · 2 years

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Masterlist

Twisted wonderland

Special services || Adult photographer Epel x bottom model male reader [short thirst]

Mahoyaku

Seems empty at the moment...

Nu carnival

Eiden Trans Headcanons

"My little vixen" || Kuya x bottom male reader

Reward || Eiden & Quincy x botttom male reader

Quincy || bottom male reader

Obey me

You're disgusting || Leviathan x dom bottom male reader

Alice In Borderland

Seems empty at the moment...

Genshin Impact

Kaveh || Thirst

Dottore || Thirst

Scaramouche || Thirst

Xiao || Male reader

Honkai Star-Rail

Seems empty at the moment...

Monster

"Perfect as your husband" || Johan Liebert x Dilf reader

Link click

Seems empty at the moment...

Mo dao zu shi

We finally found you || Lan Wangji x male reader x Wei Wuxian

Jujutsu kaisen

Seems empty at the moment...

Death note

Seems empty at the moment...

Black butler

"Your tits are delectable~" || Sebastian Michaelis x Male reader

Ash Landers || Thirst

Moriarty the patriot

It all started with a ball || Moriarty brothers x Male reader

Louis James Moriaty || Gn reader

Albert James Moriarty, Von Herder || Male reader

Omniscient reader's viewpoint

Fucking the Protagonist || Male reader x Yoo Joonghyuk

Danganronpa

Look pretty for the audience || Male reader x Hagakure Yasuhiro

Look pretty for the audience || Male reader x Hagakure Yasuhiro pt. 2

Ikemen Vampire

Seems empty at the moment...

Ikemen Revolution

Seems empty at the moment...

Ayakashi(game)

Seems empty at the moment...

Nightmare Harem

Seems empty at the moment...

Balance Unlimited

Seems empty at the moment...

Seiyuu Danshi

Seems empty at the moment...

Word of Honor

|| I'll be one for you || Wēn Kèxíng/温客行 x Male reader

The Divine Speaker

Seems empty at the moment...

Chess of Blades

Seems empty at the moment...

Hashihime of the old book town

Seems empty at the moment...

Character

Seems empty at the moment...

Dramatical Murder

Seems empty at the moment...

To read other fics, head to:

100 Followers Event

Limerence

Where i wrote fics exclusively for the events.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint x gn reader #x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #obey me x male reader #male reader #masterlist #gn reader #twisted wonderland

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mikwaa · 1 year

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Pairing: Zhonglix f! Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, enemies to friends to lovers.

Lenght- 3,544

Here is the masterlist of this series!

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Since Xiao said he would be in charge of the patrol, you decided to go to the research site to get more results. But as soon as you arrived at the entrance of the place, you noticed that it was a little different. It was messy, not that it was a tidy place, but it was full of small debris.

As soon as you entered you saw the damage that had been done, all the dead monsters, and the place completely shattered. There wasn't even a Hilichurl tent left, everything had been broken.

You already suspected who had done it, for sure it had been Morax, but it became even clearer when you saw the golden tone that the monsters' bodies had.

It was a sign he wanted you to know it was him. The moment you saw, your blood boiled, how could he have the nerve to come here and do this? Of course he wanted to show dominance, to show that he would be obeyed no matter what.

That's how Morax was, he wanted everything to follow the standards and rules he had imposed, and he knew you wouldn't stop that, so he did. But one thing was for sure, he would be very aware that you didn't like his attitude, and you would make it very clear.

There was nothing left for you to save, so you stepped out of there, and the feeling you had was to beat the first being that came your way, preferably one named Morax.

You left at dawn walking through the dark plains, trying to cool your anger, you killed a group of monsters that you found in front of you, and you killed them with the greatest brutality you could imagine.

Your spear bathed in blood, your expression hidden behind your mask, and your voracity to kill any being that was a threat, this was one of the aspects that was most striking about you, there wasn't an enemy of yours that had come out alive from a battle with you, and if there was a possibility of them coming out alive, you would end that possibility in the next second.

Approaching the Wangshu Inn, you could see Xiao fighting with some abyssal beings, it didn't take long before they turned into ashes.

"I've been noticing that these monster groups are getting more frequent." You say as you approach him.

"Yes, actually as far as I can tell they are on specific occasions." He says as he removes the mask from his face.

"An influx of people, isn't it? I thought so too, whenever the inn is full they always show up."

He nodded.

"Do you think that's something for us to worry about?" You say with a little trepidation in your voice.

It was only a few days before the lantern rite, so there couldn't be anything that would disturb or hurt the people who would be staying at the inn, at this time of year there were always many people staying here.

"I believe not. They are small groups, I can handle it."

"Hey, you don't have to handle this alone. I'm here." You say, taking his hand.

"You've been so overworked lately, you think I don't see when you come home at dawn? I often see you coming from far away." He says in a more serious tone, even if you were strong and could handle many things on your own, you knew Xiao always kept an eye on you.

"Still, it's no trouble to help you."

He took a quick look at your little scratches. "Have you been fighting?"

"Just an oversight, don't worry."

He gave a slight sigh.

"I want to collect some Qingxin, will you come with me?"

"Fine."

Then he started to follow you. You were heading towards the Jueyun karst, it was the closest and most practical place to find some Qinqxin, besides getting some that you would use, you would also take some to Ganyu, it was her favorite food.

"Is that enough?" Xiao asks with a basket full of Qinqxin.

"Yes, thank you. I'll take some to Ganyu, are you coming?"

"I'll meet you there. I have other things to do first."

He started to walk away and take his course, and you also started to head towards Liyue's Harbor.

Whenever you went to Liyue Port, it was a mixture of sensations, but the one that prevailed was to see the city that you had fought so hard to make work succeed and prosper quietly.

Still, the way people looked at you, some in a respectful way, but the majority looked at you with fear, was still uncomfortable. The Yaksha, Adepti, were always very respected by all, this I can affirm without a doubt. But not every story about us was good, or pleasant to hear, just as there were people who did not like Morax, there were people who vehemently feared the Adeptis.

We were not always the heroes, sometimes we made serious mistakes, and these mistakes were told in very popular stories, such as the story of Qiqi, a child weed picker who was killed by the Adepti, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Soon after, the Adepti used a portion of their power to revive Qiqi, which worked, but Qiqi could not control the power flowing through her body, after all, no mortal could handle the Adeptis' power. She was sealed in an amber stone, and after years, was taken out of there, but returned as a zombie, suffering from memory problems and barely having feelings. She can only follow orders she receives.

This is one of the stories one hears about us around here, but if they knew about other atrocities that were committed during the wars, they would fear much more.

Since you had come to town, you decided to go to Bubu's pharmacy, it was a place where they sell a lot of things related to medicine, and you wanted to buy some medicinal herbs.

"Good to see you here. How are things going?" Baizhu says with a brief smile.

"It's going well. I came to get some herbs, do you have any?"

"Qiqi went to collect some just now, if you can wait a bit, I can sell some fresh ones to you."

"Right. I'll take care of a few things and as soon as I'm done I'll be back."

"Before you leave, I'd like to know how your progress is regarding your research." He asks directly.

"I've made some small progress, nothing too important to talk about." You say sneakily.

In fact, you always deprived yourself of talking about the things you did with Baizhu, not that he was the kind of person who would get in the way or discourage you. Baizhu had an illness that made him physically weak, and this awakened his interest in caring for and studying people, which is exactly why you didn't talk about the remedies you did.

It turns out, the remedies that are made by Adepti have a deadly effect on humans, but if they worked, they could be the answer to many diseases. That is why you would not dare mention the ones you had already made, because it might arouse his interest in trying to make the remedies less strong, and usable on humans. But even the wrong handling of these components can be lethal to life.

Besides he was very intrigued by Qiqi's condition, he helped her, but with the intention of understanding her mortality, which was doubtful for you, not knowing if it was a mere ambition to live longer, or if it was some ambition with malicious intent behind it. In view of this, you preferred not to say anything to him, besides asking him for some medical advice.

"I see. It must be really hard to understand how some things work." He says trying to get your attention.

Which was in vain, because you just nodded and walked away. After all you really had a lot to do, no time for idle chatter.

As you walked towards the Yuehai pavilion you noticed a strange movement around, until your eyes caught sight of Morax, who was accompanied by a tall ginger guy with a fatui mask on his head.

What quickly alerted you, what Morax would be doing talking calmly with a Fatui? The Fatui were always a threat regardless of the situation, so if he knew that, why was he allowing it to happen?

Even the Millielith were aware of the situation. Which frankly makes you wonder, why instead of trying to protect Liyue, he always seemed to be risking Liyue's safety?

The more you tried to understand the situation, the worse it got. Then you started toward Ganyu's office, knocked on the door and entered.

"Hi, do you need something?" she says in a helpful way. Ganyu would always deliver what she promised, no matter what.

"No, no, I came to bring you some Qingxin." You say, handing her the basket.

You took a closer look at her face, she looked tired and sleepy, which was very common, since she had a huge workload. The Qixing of Liyue say they can manage without the protection of an Archon, and that mortals are more than enough.

If they don't need it, why are they still keeping Ganyu here? Not only her but us too, and of course she was also here because of her contract with Morax, but she could fulfill it in another way, or Morax could end this contract, which you would doubt would happen.

"How am I going to maintain my diet if you bring me these things?" She says with a frustrated tone.

You can't help but giggle a little. "You're fine, really."

"You think so?" She says with a slight twinkle in her eye.

"Sure, don't worry about it."

"Next week is the lantern rite. I'd like you to come this time.”

"You know, I've been pretty busy lately. Besides, these crowds are a nuisance to me." But still, you knew that deep down, the mortal interactions were at least interesting.

"I'd love it if you came. But it's okay if you don't want to." She says with a light sigh.

"I'll try. I'll manage." You say, patting her on the back.

And she answers you with her sweet, gentle smile. You couldn't deny an old friend's request.

As soon as you left the place where Ganyu was working, you ended up quickly seeing the ginger who was earlier with Morax, for some reason it made you want to follow him, so you did.

Always sneaking around corners to avoid him seeing you, as it was already getting dark it was easier to stay in bad lighted places. What became strange when the fatui started heading to the golden house, it was a place of limited access, so why would he be going there?

"Don't get in his way." Someone pulls you by the arm and says.

You quickly grab your spear, and wield it. "Yelan?"

"I already have an eye on him." She says, fixated on the ginger's every move.

"What is his purpose here? Wouldn't it be better to eliminate him at once?"

"It's too early for any predictions. He is apparently together with Zhongli, they seem to be very close." She says, letting go of you and approaching the golden house.

And again comes your question, what the hell was Morax thinking when he brought a Fatui here?

If he again had been testing to see if the mortals could fend for themselves, you could have sworn you would have hit it off with him if that was the case. This paranoia of his was getting tiresome.

He knew very well that there were dangers in this world that mortals couldn't defend themselves, wrath of other gods, or even external agents. If for example the Fatui were to come against us, they have a much greater power than the local army, which again would be on the backs of the Adepti.

"You can go back to your work. The Qixing are already aware of the situation here." She says in her usual strong tone.

"If the situation gets out of hand don't hesitate to tell me." You say, turning to leave.

Besides that the situation with a wave of monsters that almost invaded the city, you were sure that something had caused it, they had been lured there. As much as Morax had doubtful behavior from time to time, you doubted that he had done it alone, and it wasn't hard to imagine that it could have been the Fatui, after all they had been collecting Gnosis from the other Archons, who knows why.

And the least you expected was that Morax didn't give his Gnosis, it was the least he should do, he couldn't be capable of doing such a crazy thing.

You went back to Wangshu Inn, and as soon as you came back you saw Xiao eating almond tofu, it was his favorite food.

"Are you sure you don't like human food?" You say playfully.

"I have my exceptions."

"I see." You say, sitting down next to him. With a smile on your face.

"You spoke to Ganyu?" He asks.

"Yes. She invited me to the lantern rite, and I'm thinking of going, but I'll stay away."

"You want me to go with you?" He says, avoiding looking at you.

"You said you didn't like these interactions."

"I still find it a little uncomfortable. But I know it's in your interest."

You smile broadly and squeeze his cheeks.

"Enough." He says with a frustrated face. Even though he says he doesn't like this physical contact, the look on his face when he gets one is priceless.

"Thank you for accompanying me."

"It's nothing. Whatever makes you happy I will do." He says in a genuine way.

And that's how the relationship between you two was, always one trying to cheer the other up, after all, after so many difficult situations, the thing you least wanted was to go through more problems.

And that warmed your heart, Xiao was always the most isolated, avoiding any kind of social interaction, and even though he disguised it, you knew that just as these interactions caught your attention, they captivated his as well. And over the years Xiao has become more at ease with you, even though you have some minor drawbacks, he seems to be calmer now.

"Xiao, I wanted to ask if, by any chance, Morax has any fatui acquaintances?" You say curiously.

"Fatui? I don't recall any. Why the question?"

"When I went to visit Ganyu, I ended up seeing him together with a Fatui. And after hearing that they were close, I figured they had some connection."

Xiao stopped and looked at you seriously. "There's no way he could be together with a Fatui. He knows very well that Fatui are always a threat."

Exactly what I thought, you say to yourself.

"I hope Morax isn't making trouble." You say, crossing your arms.

"Do you think he might be in danger?" Xiao asks a little worried.

"He can handle it pretty well on his own if he needs to. I am more worried if he is up to something again."

And frankly your mind was a mess today, besides having lost the research place, these monsters that are appearing more frequently, besides a possible Morax trick. And if you stop to think about it, these three events could be connected in some way.

"What are you thinking about? Since you've arrived you seem bewildered."

"The place where I was doing my research, so Morax went there and undid everything I had done."

"He what? Why would he do that?"

"Because as usual, he wants to show that he has the last word." And that was exactly it, it was a way to show that he was in charge, and would be obeyed regardless.

"Don't you think it was because it was dangerous? I had already spoken to you about this."

"You know better than I do, and it's more than obvious that it was on purpose. I have always taken care of that place, it has always been under my control.” You say confidently, and one thing that could never be questioned, you have never failed to take care of that place.

"I imagine he had his reasons. If you want tomorrow I can help you solve it.” Xiao again tried to smooth things over.

Of course you already had another place in mind, but even so it would be too much work to redo everything you had already done. But in the end it would be worth it.

And by implication, you would go back to the place where everything was destroyed, and put monsters back there, so that Morax would have the trouble to go there and finish everything again.

"When you get a chance, could you stop by upstairs? I want to show you a few things I made for you." You say, getting up.

"I can go now, I don't have anything else today."

You give him a half smile, and go to the room where the others were.

The situation was the same, all lying down without showing the slightest difference, or the slightest reaction.

"I bought some herbs from Baizhu, they can serve as a tranquilizer if you need them." Then he took one of your hands and smelled it.

"This seems to be very bitter." He says with a frown.

You giggle. "At least it works."

While you were on your back storing some resources, you could hear a babbling, initially you thought it was just a person mumbling in the distance, until you heard someone calling your name.

"Astridias..." A weak, broken voice calls out.

You felt a shiver run through your body, and as you turned you saw Bosacius moving almost imperceptibly on the bed. You quickly walked towards him,

"Is he reacting?" Xiao says with a flickering face.

"I think so." Your hands hover on Bosacius' forehead.

He slowly moved his legs, then moved his whole body. You could tell it was hard for him to move, even if in a weak way, it was hard for him. After all, waking up would be one more step, after which there would be a long recovery. Of course we didn't have normal human bodies, but lying down for a long time had its consequences.

"Get those vials on the table." You say, pointing to the vials.

Xiao moved quickly bringing the bottles to you. You slowly made Bosacius drink the liquid in the bottles. What was inside was a strong stimulant, you had made but not yet used, now was a good time to find out how effective it was.

You took a wet towel and put it on Bosacius' forehead. He began to cough, slowly opening his eyes. His expression was confused, his eyes half-closed, and he was clearly quite weak.

Xiao approached him, and sat down next to him, carefully watching him. You were trembling, you couldn't believe that he was having some reaction after so long.

Bosacius slowly looked at the two of you, as if trying to recognize you, he tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't come out. He was too weak.

"Bosacius, do you remember me?" Xiao asks softly, with an almost tearful tone.

"A..Ala...Alatus." With great effort he says. His hoarse and tired voice gave away his frail condition.

A tear streamed down Xiao's face, and he grasped one of Bosacius' hands and squeezed hard.

"How are you feeling?" You says with a trembling voice, while trying to hold back the crying.

"Tired." He says in a whisper.

"You'll feel better." You say, caressing his face.

You went to get some vitamins and stimulants that you had made, it was the best you could do for now.

After making him ingest the liquids, you ask. "Do you feel at least a little better?"

"That's... horrible..." He says with an ugly face.

You can't help but laugh. Xiao had not left his side for a minute. The two of you kept telling stories of the latest events, and telling him everything that had happened in the past years. He was surprised and confused by everything, but most of all he was willing to continue. He was tired, so it wasn't long before he fell asleep, this time he was actually sleeping.

"Are you going to stay here?" You ask Xiao.

"Yes. I want to make sure he'll be fine."

"Okay, call me if you need me. I'll take a look at things outside." You say, getting out of bed to leave.

"Thank you." Xiao says.

And suddenly he gets up and comes over to you, giving you a strong hug, and saying. "Thank you for not giving up on us. I will be eternally grateful to you for everything you do." His emotional tone was clear.

You hugged him back and let the tears fall. The day had been turbulent, but it didn't matter if you had to go through it every day, if every day ended this way, with good news.

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This fic is also posted on Ao3!

#zhongli x y/n #zhongli imagines #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader

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voltage-vixen · 2 years

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Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from the Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations of summer smuttiness, and includes works from the following fandoms:

>Attack on Titan >BTS >Cybird >Ikemen Prince >Ikemen Revolution >Ikemen Sengoku >Ikemen Vampire > Heart no Kuni no Alice >Jujutsu Kaisen >MCU >Monsta >Obey Me >Supernatural >Tears of Themis >The Walking Dead >T.O.P. >Tokyo Revengers >True Blood >Voltage >Court of Darkness >Masquerade Kiss

A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that all content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and read any works at your own risk.

Day 1: Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease

BTS

Playing Dirty in a Water Fight: Hoseok x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Naughty in the Sun: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Doctor’s Orders: Kyle Ash x f!Alice @xxsycamore

An Unfair Fight: Ray Blackwell x Fenrir Godspeed x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Summertime Strip Tease: Seth Hyde x gn!Alilce @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Hen Party: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader @aquagirl1978

Lakeshore: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x f!OC (Ava) @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

In Every Lose There’s a Punishment: Arthur Conan Doyle x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun 🎨

Obey Me Picture Perfect Vacation: Mammon x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Tears of Themis

Turning the Tables: Marius von Hagen x f!Rosa @voltage-vixen

Tokyo Revengers

Hot For You: Aika Oshiro x f!OC (Ran Haitani) @toloveawarlord

Day 2: Blow jobs with a cooled tongue | Blow jobs on the beach

BTS

Blow Job on the Beach: Jimin x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Garden Tea Party: Licht Klein x f!Reader @chaosangel767

I Caught Wind: Nokto Klein x m!OC (Adam Kain) @naresnani

Ikemen Revolution

Blow Jobs on the Beach: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Icy Kisses: Dalim x f!Alice @thekitteninlove

Ikemen Sengoku

Beach Day: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Cooling Off: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun

Fruity Fun: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) (queen)

Good Hondje: Theodorus van Gogh x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Tokyo Revengers

Out of View: Chifuyu Matsuno x f!Reader @toloveawarlord

Day 3: Beach bar flirting ends in a one-night stand | Sexy summer fling

Attack on Titan

Beach Bar Flirting Ends in a One-Night Stand: Levi Ackerman x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Dirty Deeds done Dirt Cheap: Nokto Klein x Silvio Ricci x m!OC (Adam Kain) @naresnani

Ikemen Revolution

Beach Bar Flirting Ends With One Night Stand: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Summer Lovin’: Shigen Takeda x f!OC (Ava) @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

A Night to Remember: Issac Newton x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 4: Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit

BTS

Nighttime Skinny Dipping: Jeon Jungkook xf!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Secrets of Love: Jin Grandet x f!OC (July) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Dangers of the Forest: Dalim x f!Alice @chaosangel767

Nighttime Skinny Dipping: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Adventures in the Dark: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

What a View: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 5: Quickies in the shade | A shaded affair

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Forbidden Fruit: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader @aquagirl1978

Liaisons of Love: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Quickies in the Shade: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Quickies in the Shade: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Shaded Affairs: Zero x f!Alice @xxsycamore

Stolen Away: Seth Hyde x m!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Sengoku

The Things We Do in the Shadows: Mitsuhide Akechi x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Love Hideaway: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Jujutsu Kaisen

Summertime Fun Under the Sun: Mei Mei x f!Reader @devillexi

MCU

Shaded Affair: Loki Laufesyon x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 6: Sharing a cold drink | Sharing a popsicle

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

A Cherry Treat: Edgar Bright x f!OC (Roselina) @chaosangel767

Sharing a Popsicle: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Summer Time Treat: Masamune Date x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

I Like Your Taste: Leonardo Da Vince x f!Reader @violettduchess

Lemonade: Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader @chaosangel767

The Walking Dead

Sharing a Cold Drink: Daryl Dixon x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 7: Hand jobs in the car at the outdoor movie theater | Cockwarming in the car at the outdoor movie theater

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Movie Distractions: Fenrir Godspeed x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Hand Jobs at the Outdoor Movie Theater: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

What Was The Movie Again?: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Supernatural

Hand Jobs in the Car at the Outdoor Movie Theater: Dean Winchester x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 8: Sneaking a hand into the bikini | Bonded by the bikini top

BTS

Sneaking a Hand Into the Bikini: Kim Taehyung x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Sky Full of Stars: Luka Clemence x Reader @aquagirl1978

Sneaking a Hand into the Bikini: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Tugging My Strings: Luka Clemence x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Sengoku

Boating Fun: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Two of Us Alone: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!OC (Mitsuki) 🎨 @maeko-kun

Obey Me

Under Your Skin: Diavolo x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 9: Sleek in sunscreen | Tracing along the tan lines

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

My Love to Give: Yves Kloss x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Tracing Along Tan Lines: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

SPF Hideyoshi: Hideyoshi Toyotomi @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Forever Entwined: Leonardo Da Vinci x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Monsta

Sleek in Sunscreen: Wonho x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 10: Bodies pressed tightly together in the hammock | Sex under the sun dress

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Crash Into Me: Chevalier Michel x Reader @aquagirl1978

Dangerous Euphoria: Gilbert von Osbidian x f!Emma @chaosangel767

Naughty in the Garden: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Tell Me A Story: Rio Ortiz x f!Emma @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Sex Under the Sun Dress: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

A Garden Tryst: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Have You Ever?: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader @aquagirl1978

Tangled Up Together: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @writingwhimsey

With You Tonight : Vlad x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun🎨

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sex Under the Sun Dress: Gojo Satoru @helvonasche

Day 11: Sneaking out of a pool party | Conjoined under the water

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Naughty in the Water: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Cojoined Under the Water: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

The Continuation: Leonardo da Vince x f!OC (Mitsuki) 🎨 @maeko-kun

T.O.P.

Sneaking Out of a Pool Party: Seunghyun x f!Reader @helvonasche

Voltage

Court of Darkness

A Midnight Swim: Roy Indivia x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 12: A summer getaway sexathon | Cumming on a cross-country car trip

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Cumming in the Carriage: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

One Last Time: Lancelot Kingsley x f!Reader x Ray Blackwell @chaosangel767

Ikemen Vampire

Love Getaway: Napoleon Bonaparte x f!OC (Elaine) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Unstoppable Desires: Leonardo da Vince x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun🎨

Heart no Kuni no Alice

Lost on the Road With My Knight: Ace x f!MC @thekitteninlove

Jujutsu Kaisen

Summer Getaway Sexathon: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Reader @helvonasche

Obey Me

Vacation Plans: Solomon x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Voltage

Masquerade Kiss

Chillin’ With a Villain: Yuzuru Shiba x f!MC @magicalmagehimiko

Day 13: Hot skin + cold substances | The MC/LI’s body as a sponge

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Sweeter than Honey: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Hot Skin + Cold Substances: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

As the Moon Rises: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @chaosangel767

True Blood

Hot Skin + Cold Substances: Eric Northman x f!Reader @helvonasche

Obey Me

A Way to Cool Off: Lucifer x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 14: Welcoming the sunrise on the shore | Stranded on an isolated island together

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Isolated Picnic: Luke Randolph x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Sun on the Horizon: Leon Dompteur x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Welcoming the Sunrise on the Shore: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

Sun of Love: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Monsta

Welcoming the Sunrise on the Shore: Son Hyunwoo x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 15: Free Prompt

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Free Prompt-Epilogue: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald x Harr Silver @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

The Sun and The Moon: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x f!MC x Mitsuhide Akechi @writingwhimsey

Multi-Fandoms

Free Prompt: ? x f!Reader @helvonasche

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Lipstick Obsessed: Roy Invidia x f!MC (Carla) @chirp-a-chirp

Teasing Treasure: Fenn Luxure x f!Reader x Dia Akedia @chaosangel767

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