#awakened a love of language and words in him and whatnot )

[honeymelonpm]

a small request, yandere Anakin with a reader from earth. like, he crashes here one day and finds reader when he's trying to fix his ship & goes after her to take her away with him maybe, maybe he thought reader was an angel like he thought padme was 🥺❤️

~Angel~

Characters: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Warnings: Yandere

Summary: Anakin stumbles upon a creature he's never seen before after crash landing on Earth.

Requested by this lovely anon!

Note: Words cannot describe how sorry I am that this took so long! 🤍

You had heard the piercing whistle resound through the still night air as ribbons of fierce yellow and orange danced in the dark sky, before a deafening boom shook the ground beneath you. The sky was painted ebony, consuming any wave of light into the night, keeping the crash site hidden from your curious eyes. So instead of investigating an impossible mystery, you fell back asleep in the middle of your overly large mattress, your bare legs tangled amongst the blankets.

Cupping some water in your palms, you splashed the icy water against your face, washing away any thoughts of the previous night. Goosebumps arose all over your naked body as you bathed in the river. You loved nothing more than starting your mornings like this, soaking up the warmth of the sun and awakening yourself in the cold stream.

Relaxing against the stones beneath you, you listened to all you could hear, the steady flow of water running past, birds singing their calls amongst the trees, a distant song of electrical beeps and whistles?

Peering through the surrounding trees, you searched for any sign of company. A few twig snaps followed by a series of beeps and whirrs was enough to have you call an early end to your morning routine.

Pulling yourself up and out of the river stream, you stole the white gown that dangled from a nearby branch and pulled it over your head, letting the thin linen fall over you, soaking up small amounts of water from your skin.

"Artoo?" A deep, smooth voice resonated around you, followed by a strain of whistles.

A metallic gleam of silver danced through the trees, blinding you, before it revealed itself in front of you. A mechanical being meeting the height of your waist, it's top half rotating back and forth as it flashed a circle of blue and red light. You hadn't seen anything like it. Sure you were no stranger to robot vacuums and whatnot, but what stood before you was different in its entirety.

Head spinning, it whirred again before gliding towards you, stumbling back as it did so.

"Go away!" You choked, your bare feet retreating along the rough bark littered on the forest floor.

Despite the droid pausing in place, you continued to stagger backwards, the curve of your back bumping against a large build.

Spinning around, you came face to face with a man before you. His broad chest smothered in layers of black fabric, long chestnut hair curled around his face.

His face was blank, eyes reading you before a mischievous grin appeared.

"And what must you be?" He whispered to himself, eyes searching yours.

"E-excuse me?" You scoffed, taking a step back.

A glimmer of light twinkled in his eye at your response, "You speak my language."

Your hands clutched at the folds of linen that gathered at your waist, "I'm sorry, I must go." Not sparing another moment, you started walking away, before a firm grip took hold of your arm.

Raising your knee to your gut, you threw back your foot, heel colliding with his shin as he shouted in agony, his grip on your arm loosening.

Leaping over the plains of stone, you made haste through the dense woodland, kicking up dirt as you ran before a force tugged at your ankle, your body slamming against the ground in seconds.

You kicked your other foot in an attempt at keeping him away, turning to face him when you couldn't manage to kick at him.

The hem of his ebony robes kissed the dewy blades of grass beneath him, his arm outstretched towards you, the force around your ankle ever increasing.

Heart leaping in your chest, your throat swelled as he stalked towards you, his gaze only softening slightly as he approached you.

Your beauty captured him in a daze from afar, the dimples and ribbons of pink that you wore on your thighs, peaking out from the woven linen, the few strands of hair that refused to relax on your head, the soft contour of your collarbones, he was in awe. He had never seen a creature so perfect, and yet here you were, displayed in the sun as if it were a spotlight.

Proceeding towards you, you almost choked on your words, "No, what are you doing?!"

Towering over you, he lowered himself above you, grazing his knuckles over your temple and along your cheek, an overbearing sense of exhaustion taking over you as any inch of consciousness left your body, your figure falling limp in his hold.

Now he was closer to you than ever before, he took a moment to truly admire you. The fuzz along the back of your neck that was highlighted by the morning sun, the crescent moons that appeared on a select few of your nails, the gentle creases on your lips, you were truly a wonder, and the thought of you had his stomach fluttering.

#fanfic #yandere #anakin skywalker #x reader #anakin x reader #yandere anakin #star wars #star wars prequels #artoo detoo #r2d2 #asks #request

[reflectingchaos]

mostly because okay,  let me break this down.  she gives birth,  then decides that giving birth to her infant was just so tiresome that she’s just done with life.  literally,  an immortal fucking being is done after one kid and abandons her brand new baby boy. in what universe?  so then Feanor grows up all bitter because mommy’s gone and daddy remarried,  right?  so then Finwe dies and Feanor leaves because well fuck this shit,  but then Miriel,  after Finwe dies,  gets permission to come back to ‘life’?  like.  now you want to come back now that your husband is dead and your only son is off causing chaos with his seven sons because you were too weak to raise him?  like I’m sorry,  but that’s how I feel,  and it’s honestly the only Tolkien story that I do not like,  but I’m going to try and role with it anyway because by golly,  he gave me this mess,  so I’m gonna do what I can with it.  besides,  mommy issues are always fun,  it just irks me that it’s like,  she got out of doing anything hard.  didn’t live life really,  didn’t raise her son at all,  and after everyone is gone,  she just starts making tapestries of all the crazy shit they’re doing.  gotta make you wonder what everyone else around thought about her taking a long ass nap and then just being like,  “welp,  I’m back.”

#tbd; #| #( i don't hate it. #i just. #see a lot of flaws. #a lot of flaws and I'm like. #why? why did this have to happen? #just for the sake of a story or...? ) #( I don't see how it would be any kind of a self-reflection #he lost his father when he was 4 #and his mother when he was 12 #but as far as I'm aware #she was a wonderful mother and taught him so much #awakened a love of language and words in him and whatnot ) #( idk idk )

[drooliesblog]

Dante X Lady Week Prompt: Royalty

“When you’re not trying to kill me, you’re a real smartass” he snaps. 

“Yes, yes and I’m quite the knight too, saving damsels in distress and whatnot.” She verbally parries his remarks with her own. “

Are you saying I’m the damsel in distress here?” He lifts one clawed hand to his chest in pretense outrage. 

“The fairest of them all.” She says dryly. 

Fantasy AU oneshot/Devil!DantexKnight!Lady.

A03

A person can spend all their life holding onto legends and prophesies when the kingdom falls into chaos. The last of the royal family no longer existing to protect those against the monsters that terrorizes these lands. One prophesy regales that once the Red Devil of the Black Woods is slain, peace will be brought back. Another prophesy (a bard’s tale really) is sung as a love story where true love's kiss will prevail by awakening the slumbering prince hidden away, his destiny to slay the Red Devil. One knight in White begs to differ, finding that no such prince exists and best to get the job done herself.

“You know, gratitude should be rewards for saving one’s life. Like, Oh you saved me how shall I ever repay you for your good deed?” The pitch of the high falsetto grated her nerves, but not as much as the idea of being indebted to Him.

“You did not save me, Red Devil.”

“Okay, spared???” The devil before her air-quoted himself in mocking fashion. Bits of embers falling away with each movements he makes. Having enough small-talk, the White Knight took out her crossbow and aimed between the eyes, the bolt whistled through the air of the dark woods that surrounded them.

“Here we go again” the wretched demon groaned.

Like clockwork, he moves his head to fashion what the Knight recognized as an eye roll before ducking and rolling away as more bolts came his way. “Listen Lady,” he spoke with the kind of familiarity that annoyed her. She swears the annoyance is solely because that’s all the Demon would refer to her as and that it has nothing to do with herself warming up to the moniker. Because she’s not feeling’s anything. She has to not feel anything.

“As much as I enjoy our dances of modern weapons and spitting insults, will a much sweeter waltz be more enjoyable. How else shall I appreciate your beauty if not in a courtly manner?” He croons in a teasing tone.

“You proclaim false beauty when I am covered in scars you have made!”

“My apologies Lady Knight! If they hurt you so, shall I kiss away the pain? I promise a chaste peck for every mark I have dishonored your beauty with.”

“Ugh, your flirting is as terrible as your jokes.”

Fervently, she rushes forward to slash the bayonet of her musket across the Demon’s chest. Every slash she made was parried by the wings or claws of the Demon. Every parried met, she would twist her movements to take another well-aimed shot with the crossbow on one hand and the gun-powdered ammunition of the musket in the other. As unusual as her fighting style for a Knight is, the Lady Knight was heralded as one of the best Demon Hunters across land for the number of monsters slain from her unique style. Her infamy recognized well-enough to earn knighthood for such skill and bravery. All, but one. That One happened to be jesting and moving against her attacks with a kind of familiarity that spoke volumes of this….this… long time rivalry.

Every scar she wore on her skin, was a tale of each encounter with the Red Devil trapped in the ever burning forest. The trees and its roots, burning and charred from the hellish flames that could only come from he who curses these lands with his existence. Her first encounter the cursed Demon was an embarrassing one, she had been so angry and so ready to die for her people, for her duty. The recklessness of her behavior led a quick defeat by the Red Devil who then started reprimanding her to value her life more before knocking her unconscious and leaving her to be found outside his dark woods. The wound of her pride gave birth to the kind of stubbornness that only worsened year after year as she would train to best the Demon that continued to spare her life. Ironically enough, no other supernatural creature had ever landed a mark on her but her demon,

Lady stumbled at the slip of her thoughts, her demon?!? The shock distracted her from incoming claw that knocked her on her back. She gasps, trying to regain her senses.

The Demon stood still, it wasn’t his usual smugness that Lady expected after her defeat. It was different…no is it different because she can’t lie anymore. Dammit all, she had been trying too hard for so long. To ignore it all until the very end. If only, he wasn’t so kind and caring for a demon.

“You’re crying…”

Neither knew what to do about her tears, Lady did her best to hide them by turning her body away. But she’s shaking now and her whole body quakes in unison with her heart. Lady felt the pressure of her duty to free these lands decade old curse that awakened these monsters and growing blight that’s been destroying what little harvest left to keep everything alive through another winter. If she couldn’t kill the Him, then it was the end for humanity. Her heart ached from that chasm that deepened from the choices she had to make. Kill the demon that softened her heart or let everyone live their last days in famine and terror.

“Damn…that punch just really hurts …” She laughs as her excuse, it sounds so comical to turn this into a joke. It has been a joke from the beginning. Who was she to believe she would be the end to save her land when she’s been in denial. That she was just a stupid girl picking a fight to get her crush to notice her. Finally admitting everything she wanted to lock away made the joke even more hysterical to her.

“Lady…” Lady laughed while wiping her tears, damn he’s as awkward as she is about this. Except he doesn’t know why she’s crying, why she’s trying to hard not to look at him. The knight could feel nervousness growing from her demon –it feels so freeing to call him her’s, the kind of possession that feels so wrong but so sooo cathartic- and when she finally looks at him, she sees that he’s getting ready to fly. To run away from her, knowing him, it was out of guilt and shame.

“Don’t go.” She reaches out, but she can only grasp air, he was too far from where she had fallen. Feeling silly at the thought of how she must has looked, she dropped her outreached arm. In a flash, the devil places his balm under her’s and gently helps her up. Lady’s pleased to see him react so quickly to her whims, as if he really was her demon. She allows herself the decency to blush now that her feelings were more apparent. No turning back now.

“I’m not angry” she continues, bringing up her other hand to clasp his claws to her hold. Afraid whatever might happen next will cause him to fly off. This was new territory, she’s not sure how to proceed and the thought terrifies her. She knows how to slay demons, not woo them.

Not that she’s doing all this with the intention to court, despite all the earlier jokes earlier made by him. She might feel more for him, but she’s not about to throw away her duties just like that…

But her duties asks her to make logical choices and right now. She can’t think straight when her heart is hammering so loudly just by the mere contact she’s making with him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“I wouldn’t cry over something like that. I’m not weak.”

“I kno-

“I can’t bring myself kill you anymore.”

“Not that you ca-

“Because I think I’ve come to care for you.”

He says something in his inferno mother tongue, Lady can bet that it’s swearing based on his body language. She’s known him for so long that it’s a natural to read him as well as she does.

“You can’t” He quickly says, worry and confusion so evident in his tone and body. She rolls her eyes, his cockiness was all bark and no bite as soon as she offers anything not threats his way.

“Too late now” she retorts dryly, she can feel him surrendering to her hold but she doesn’t relax her grip. It’s not paranoia feeding into the fear of losing him, it’s not unfounded when he looks so scared and ready to bolt.

“What about the people?”

“I’m going to save them.”

“By not killing me? It’s the only way to free t-“

“I’ll find another way.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re kind.” He’s opening his maw to retort, but she’s not letting up. “You care, you’re so gentle that it’s unfair how trapped you are in this forest! Nothing adds up! How can someone so kind cause all this? Please tell me there’s another way than your death!”

“The prophesy says-

“Fuck the prophesy.”

He cracks a grin, and she’s doesn’t bother fighting back one of her own. Her grin grows even more when he takes his other claw to encase her hands in his.

“I’ve hurt you though…” he argues once more but she can see his resolve to deny her what she wants crumble away. His  bat-like wings move to gently graze over her scars, his guilt for creating them.

“Then make it up to me by kissing away the pain.” She replies.

He makes the strangest noise as he twitches his head in surprised. Her mouth shapes itself into an “O” out of surprise as well.

“Are you choking???”

“Shut up Lady, we’ve been at this for years and you’ve never been like this! I wouldn’t have minded if you killed me.” The last part, he said so weakly that her heart broke. She does her best not to show it on her face and words.

“Hm. I think I prefer the gratitude of sparing your life instead.”

“When you’re not trying to kill me, you’re a real smartass” he snaps.

“Yes, yes and I’m quite the knight too, saving damsels in distress and whatnot.” She verbally parries his remarks with her own.

“Are you saying I’m the damsel in distress here?” He lifts one clawed hand to his chest in pretense outrage.

“The fairest of them all.” She says dryly.

“Well you know, I used to be the prince of these lands.”

“What.”

He’s taken aback by the ferocity of her response and shuts up when he sees her glare.

“What do you mean by Prince?!?”

“I’m uh... I used to… My mother was Queen???”

“Queen Eva???” Lady’s mind was racing at the newest revelations that was coming to light. “Are you Dante? The Prince Dante?!!”

Dante opened his maw then closed it, then opens it again but no words could come out. It’s been so long since anyone had call him by that name. Not since his brother, who sought power by making a deal with a warlock to sacrifice Dante’s humanity for kingship. But here he is, having heard Lady say his name just like that. He’s trying not to hope, that small glimmer of hope that could very well end up being nothing after all. He tried in the beginning and nothing came out of it.

Until Lady came into the picture, fresh faced but ready to take on the world with weaponry he’s never even heard of. When he laid eyes on her for the second time after their first encounter, to see the pure determination of not giving, he knew he was done for. All these years was just him being a silly boy teasing the girl he fancied just to make her angry enough to keep coming back to fight him. After all, one couldn’t love a demon, so Dante would make do with hatred instead.

“Are. You. Prince. Dante?! Hello??”

“Yes… yes I am” he finally responded, growing annoyed from how impatient she was acting with him. Annoyance turned regret when she let’s go of her hold on him. He wasn’t being too harsh with his response to deserve the sudden cold treatment. He fought back from whining about the loss of her touch, doing his best beat out his childish need to have that physical intimacy once again. He hates how needy he is when it come to the smallest of gestures she would throw his way. Too lost in his own inner turmoil, he hardly notices the turmoil of Lady’s own as she paces back and forth.

“UGH! I’m so stupid, how could I not realize this. Okay, this is fine, it’s better actually! We can save everyone without killing you!” She finishes triumphantly, drawing her attention back to him and walking with the same determination in her eyes that sets him aflame that no one else ever could. It’s the sudden maneuvering of her jumping to grasp him by the horns that he falls forward into her manhandling embrace, his fangs pressed against her chapped lips.

What.

Lady lets go of him and he’s stumbling back in shock.

What.

He’s sputtering, trying to bring back his senses but they’re all scattered like circling stars that leaves him a daze. He can’t forget that kiss, it wasn’t soft, definitely not sweet, and felt more like a head-butt unfortunately. But somehow it feels so her that he wouldn’t mind it again, if only so he can improve her head butt make out skills. He could very well give her some pointers.

“Wait, where are you going Lady?”

“I’m going to kill the Warlock that placed the curse on you and on this land.” All her weapons are securely locked and she counting the potions on her person on her way out.

Dante shakes his head in disbelief, distracting himself from the drop of gravity inside him, twisting from her departure. Was that what the kiss was about? A goodbye kiss?

He moves in front of her and stop her from her fruitless pursuit. He shakes his head again and bites his tongue to stop himself from grinning at the annoyance that flashes her bi-colored eyes. Damn she’s so cute.

“Don’t bother, I tried and I’m still like this. Still cursed even when I killed that bitch of a Jester.”

“He’s not dead, that’s one of his many disguises to throw you off from ending the curse.”

His confusion must have been obvious because she’s softening her glare and continues to explain. She’s shifting her body, almost shying away from him.

“I…What you did you him, back then… you didn’t really kill him… only because he never existed.” She looks nervous now, unsure how to proceed but he quietly encourages her to continue with a touch.

“I wish he was… The Red Devil suddenly appeared out of nowhere and killed his creator, that’s what everyone believed. I had hoped for him to be gone finally and placed the blame of the continual devastation on you… that it’s been happening still because of you…  I’m sorry.”

Dante didn’t know what to say, all these years he thought the same thing too. It was all he was accused of by every hero that crossed paths with him, entering his domain with a blade in one hand and a shield in the other. What else could he assume when the world was ending and no other answer presented itself but the obvious, that he blew it all by killing the one person who could undo this disaster.

“Knowing that you’re Prince Dante now, cursed like this can only mean he’s not dead.”

“But I killed-

“You killed his alter-ego, he sacrificed a part of himself to allude you and the rest of the world. He’s why no one was able to catch on because he created the false prophesies and faked his death to keep everything under the dark. That has to be why nothing’s ever worked.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because the Warlock who cursed you was just an ordinary man who got wrapped up in the dark arts, he doesn’t hold any real power that could go beyond death. That man was Arkham. Grand Duke Arkham…”

Dante could see that this was the rawest of Lady’s vulnerability, he could see no ever wound he has ever marked her with was as deep as the one left by the Grand Duke. He wonders if the scar on her nose was cause by the man too. Dante pulls back his touch to clench his claws.

“So I’m going to find him and kill him.”

She had said it so simply, like it would be so easy. Dante frowns, he didn’t want her to confront the bastard alone, and he faintly remembers the difficulty of trying to fight the Jester. Lady is strong, but in good conscious he didn’t like the idea of her going alone.

“Then I’m coming with.”

“But you can’t.” She countered hotly and he growls just as hotly, his annoyance growing.

“What do you mean I can’t, I’m the better fighter between us.” He folds his arms in challenge, daring her to rebuke the obvious.

“Only because you have cheating demon powers!” She snaps back defiantly.

“Meaning I have the advantage to deal with him better!”

“How can you when you’re trapped here!” It’s cute that she’s finalizing her point with a stomp, but she’s wrong.

“I’m not trapped, I can go freely around the world.”

“What?”

He has the gall the scratch the back of his head, feeling sheepish enough to admit what should have been known from the start.

“I’m not trapped… I just stayed here to be left alone after so many of my own subjects wanted me dead if I even popped my head above these trees.” It sounds so pathetic that he raises his arms and wings to gesture a shrug to lessen the sad reality of his own seclusion.

“Oh… I-then… I guess this will be like an adventure then. A cursed Prince and a scarred Knight, aren’t we the strange duo.” Just like him, she’s trying to make light of these revelations and he’s thankful of her lack of rejection.

As they walk out of the forest, he’s greeted fields upon fields of grass and a road that lead to a town further away. Nervousness gnawed against him whining thinking of the fear of his ex-subjects, but it will never compare to the dreaded possibility of losing Lady. He turns to look at her, appreciating how the Moon’s light flatters her complexion, something the ash and smoke of the woods robbed him of.

“By the way…” he starts ever so slyly, watching for a reaction. “That kiss earlier, what was that for?”

“Oh…”

He’s delighted to see pink tinging her cheeks, once was not enough. Dante wants nothing more than to spoil his greed to see these new sides of Lady that he can feel his urge to tease her more than ever.

“That was… I thought a kiss could break the curse… because you’re a prince like… like…”

“Like in the fairytales? My my, that’s rather maidenly of you.” He teases, her reactions are oh so tantalizing he wants to prod further until she puts a bolt into his head.

“Shut up your majesty before I spear you with the end of my weapon!”

“Dante is just fine…” He says rather softly, ignoring her earlier threat.

She looks at him in surprise and turns her gaze away from him shyly. Suddenly his heart beats faster when he catches her smiling to herself.

“Dante…” if his heart beats any faster than Lady actually would succeed in defeating the big Red Devil, “you can keep calling me Lady… I quite like that name.”

Today feels so different, that he’s even recalling his courtly manners after years of living as a devil robbed him of his royal identity. He bows before her, wanting nothing than to bring back his humanity.

“As my Lady wishes.”

#dantexlady #dantexladyweek #dxlweek #dmc devil may cry #fanfiction #prompt list #royalty

[kpopisamood]

Queen’s Clan { 10 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem

Warnings: future smut?, violence, language

Word count: 1.59k

Tag list: @noonaduck @lovinggalaxies @elenaramos1 @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden

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Miss Kudrow was pleasantly surprised when she graced everyone with her presence the following day. To hear your awakening process was excelling as well as accepting a Clan member and taking them as your own? Outstanding! She had made promises to your ancestors and immediate family that she would do anything to protect and help you provide for yourself and she felt somewhat like a proud maternity figure seeing you get through this trying time on your own.

If only she knew about the previous night and the incessant seducing antics the others had taken on. Hyunwoo had demanded you called him Shownu and since he was at that, Hoseok wouldn’t respond to anything you asked until you called him Wonho. Including leaving your room. You’d pretty much had a stare down to see who would cave first and go to bed and you’d lost horribly after two hours of awkward staring.

Then, this morning, wind of what you’d done last night had been through the whole house. It was like you had a big “HELP WANTED” sign plastered on your forehead and the others were doing everything they could to make you their Queen.

Except Changkyun. His sarcasm was actually refreshing so early in the day and him not being completely up your ass made him your new favorite next to Minhyuk. Min had kept to his promise so far and seemed to truly take your feelings into consideration. It’s almost like he sensed what you were feeling and how overwhelmed you were getting before you blew up. He’d try and make the others annoyed at him in order to take the focus off of you and you greatly appreciated it.

You even had a sigh of relief when Miss Kudrow stormed in, guns blazing, ready with another suitcase filled with...you guessed it, files on the Royals.

You had all gathered in the dining room again, class about to be in session when your space was invaded once more. Jooheon has mindlessly started massaging your hands, Wonho sat to your right, leaning against you gently and pouting slightly, asking for your attention and Shownu was talking softly to you, asking about how you slept and whatnot. Minhyuk and Changkyun joined the party last and took the furthest seats from your group. Min had felt the surge before you did it, but even so, it was still a shock to see you go from zero to one hundred. Miss Kudrow had a shit-eating grin as she took in the events about to unfold.

“Alright, that’s it! I’ve had it with this nonstop seducing/begging game. This isn’t some Bachelorette reality tv show! At this point, I’d take Changkyun as a part of my Clan before any of you guys!” You shouted, probably looking like a cartoon character with how red you were turning.

“Thanks, Trick. I’m flattered, really. But the last time I served under a Queen, I got fucked. In all ways that word represents.” Changkyun stated simply, looking through the files aimlessly and smirking at the Clans present.

“Wait, what?” You turned, heading straight for him.

“‘Kyun, be quiet.” Shownu ordered, a serious look taking over.

“No, tell me. You’ve all served under another Queen before and didn’t think to tell me?” You demanded, a slight pang of anger hitting you.

“It’s not like it matters now. Why would you need to know something like that?” Changkyun challenged, rolling his eyes dismissively but inside, his smirk deepened. The game has begun. You’ve already accepted one of his close friends, it’s only a matter of time before you accept them all.

Why did you need to know? And why does it bother you so much? You kept trying to logistically say that these guys were all saying you were this great Queen, but they’ve served under another “Great Queen” so how would you trust them? To be honest, a small part of you was flaring maybe five percent with jealousy but you’d never admit it.

Except you didn’t need to when the only member of your Clan could feel it. Min jumped in quickly, trying to save you the embarrassment of an explanation of any sort. You were a Royal and didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone ever. Definitely not for someone like Changkyun.

“Actually, Shownu, Jooheon, and Changkyun all served under a Queen at one time. Wonho and myself have remained celibate.” Minhyuk snitched shamelessly.

“As celibate as your fucking right hand.” Changkyun grumbled.

Jooheon spoke for the first time in awhile. “We served under a Queen before, yes. It nearly killed us, but we loved her very much. She did some...things to us and now we’re all here. I’m just gonna come out and say it,” Shownu shook his head, begging the younger one not to say more. “If we don’t find a new Clan, we’ll end up like those Shadows that attacked you last night. We were planning to head to another Queen or possibly a King who would take us when we felt your awakening process start and we thought you’d want us instead.”

“So, I’m second best?” Yes, you sounded childish but hell, if you had known these guys were just trying to serve you to protect their own skin, you might have thought this through more.

“No, you’re the only one who can save us.” Jooheon prodded.

“No pressure.” You muttered, standing up. “Look, I don’t know much about this whole Royals situation, but I’m not someone who is going to have a whole harem filled with men trying to please me just to save themselves. It’s not happening. I won’t take anyone who doesn’t truly wish to be here. Not because you need saving or anything like that, but because you truly want to stay and do this. Again, I’m new at this and have no idea how this whole Clan business needs to go, but I’m not going to force anyone to stay around out of fear for their lives.”

Changkyun clapped slowly. “Awesome speech, Muhammad Ali, now can we get this lesson on the road? We do have things to do today other than cater to you, ya know?” He knew he was pushing all the wrong buttons, or the right ones depending on who you asked. Regardless, his words brought a death glare from both you and Miss Kudrow.

Something clicked in Jooheon’s and Shownu’s heads then. This is something he’d do when he wanted his way. On the outside, they pretended to be just as shocked as everyone else at his antics, but on the inside, smirks ahoy.

“Why, you little—“ you ran at him, pinning him to the wall. Miss Kudrow’s eyes widened at your brute strength and eyed Minhyuk warily while he gave her a simple shrug. He couldn’t help that you were going to be a powerful Queen someday.

“I will kick your sarcastic ass into the next lifetime!” You threatened, pulling him up by his shirt collar.

The fucker laughed. Laughed. “Can you even reach it?” He asked, blowing into your face once and laughing at your expression. “I don’t think you can do shit to anyone. No one here does.” He signaled around the room, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Everything slowed down at once. No one breathed. Your eyes zeroed in on Changkyun’s neck and your pupils dilated immediately. You could faintly see the slight jumps his vein was taking under his skin and you could picture yourself taking him in more ways than one. Your throat started to feel dry and your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

“You’ll never be as good as our Queen was.” He pushed again. A series of “ASSHOLE!” And “CHANGYKUN!” Rang around the room before you’d had enough. A haze had filled your mind and you’d lunged for his neck, causing him to suck in a breath of trepidation and excitement. Your lips slowly made contact with his burning skin and the second your tongue laved against his pulse, he groaned out and wound one hand in your hair to keep you in place.

This was his plan from the get-go. But you’re not going to give in. Not like this. You slowly licked up and down at his pulse before grabbing his hand out of your hair and wrenching it behind his back, causing him to shout out. You leaned in once more to look at the tantalizing pulse before shaking your head and softly pecking it before dropping him completely and walking out, already seeking out your calming spot.

“Way to go, genius.” Minhyuk laughed as Changkyun sat on the floor, confused as all hell.

He was looking for someone to put him in his place and you had done that. Just not in the way he thought. He was sure his plan to have you bite him and lose it completely would work, but you’d been one step ahead.

Oh yeah, he definitely wanted to stay in your Clan.

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Werewolf!Mccree And Reader AU

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You had heard that there was a werewolf on the team. You weren’t told who it was, but it didn’t take long for you to pinpoint his unmistakably canine attributes - the course texture of his hair, his wolfish grin - and how he’d be conspicuously missing during the full moon.

And it’s not like Jesse Mccree hid the fact that he was a werewolf. He had been a werewolf since adolescence, and it was a part of his life just as much as Overwatch itself was. His lycanthropy came up in casual conversation. It was simply another attribute that made Mccree the man he was.

You bore witness to his wolf form long before the two of you entered a relationship. Mccree was well versed in using his wolf form to his advantage, whether it be reconnaissance missions, or for getting out of tight situations. In his wolf form, he stood an impressive 10-inches tall at the shoulder, and nearly 3-feet in length, which made for what appeared to the uninformed eye a particularly large dog. And he played the ‘dog’ part well, knowing how to act perfectly tame and friendly in order to maintain being undercover.

And Mccree in his voluntary wolf form was in fact very friendly. As a wolf, he pertained nearly all of his human mind and memory, the only real difference being a different manifestation of information processe within his wolf brain, his senses being different and whatnot. Unlike a normal wolf, a werewolf like Mccree was more than capable of long-term planning, social empathy, and complex communication. He could manipulate his body language in a way dogs could not. He could converse and interact with humans with just as much sophistication and comprehension as if he was human.

The first time you saw Mccree in his voluntary wolf form, your squad was preparing for a stealth sweep of illegal weapon dealing, and Mccree has simply boarded the chopper already furry and four-legged. Which made sense in hindsight; transforming into an animal meant clothing and weapons would be out of the question, which would have made the transformation inconvenient if made in the field.

Mccree didn’t enter his wolf form on a whim, of course. It wasn’t a comfortable transformation, either to or back, and being a wolf had its own drawbacks; he couldn’t talk, and his strong sense of smell and hearing sometimes proved a curse as much as a blessing. When he was stationed in Utah during Overwatch efforts to disrupt Deadlock plans, he almost never transformed by virtue of the heat being too much for his fur.

When the two of you became an item, you became much more intimately familiar with Mccree’s lycanthropy. Through time and opportunity, you learned about Mccree as the wolf alongside Mccree as the man. You learned that his reddish-brown fur was surprisingly course and rough to the touch, even though it looked plush and soft to the eye. You learned that he was a light sleeper when a wolf, and couldn’t be awakened for anything when human. You learned that he smelled largely the same whatever he looked like, and that included when it rained.

In the wolf form, either voluntary or not, Mccree was especially tactile. He loves the sensation of cuddling, embracing, or otherwise the touch of you, even beyond whenever he was human. Immediately after transforming, the first thing Mccree does is dive into your arms and give you little wolf kisses all over your face. The scent of you calms him down like nothing does, he would douse himself in it if he could.

When he was younger, he was more active as a wolf, and loved to race around in the wilderness and wrestle with his friends. As an older man, that energy is tempered. But he still loves the occasional night run through the forest, and a few impromptu cuddle fights with you.

He never had the pleasure of having a partner he trusted enough with his wolf form, so it was only with your influence did he ever experience true loving touch and care while a wolf. And thanks to you, he discovered that his belly was ticklish while a wolf - you had spotted Mccree just chilling on his back, and on impulse, buried your face into his furry belly and given a loud raspberry. Needless to say, he was one excited puppy.

His sense of taste wasn’t very much different while a wolf, wolves naturally being obligate carnivores and having the ability to digest some plant material. He did prefer meat over all other foods, but Mccree seemed like a man who’d love meat regardless being a werewolf or not. Surprisingly, while a wolf, he had an affinity for raw whole pumpkins. Every Halloween (or whenever the opportunity arose), the team made sure to have Mccree a couple of pumpkins he could happily gnaw on. 

He wasn’t any more dangerous in his wolf form, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of damage. Rarely was he driven to attack while a wolf, but it does happen, and it’s rough. Although his jaw can easily break an arm with a single bite, it’s still no match for trained gunfire. So if he’s in a situation where he’d be driven to fight back as a wolf, he does it with as much damage as he can dish out, as quickly as possible.

Which, unfortunately, led to the first and only time he ever hurt you; you had been on the same mission as he, and situation had forced you to don the enemy’s clothing in order to maintain your cover. When the fighting started, you became splattered with enemy blood. That, plus the foreign clothing confused Mccree with his wolf nose and limited vision. And, in his state of frenzied aggression trying to fight as a wolf in a gunfight, he had turned and bit down upon your neck and collarbone.

But the split second his teeth grazed your skin, he knew something was wrong. He heard your cry of pain, and your scent was clear from this close of a proximity. He had realized his mistake long before he let go, and was whimpering with regret before he managed to dislodge himself. The both of you quickly realized what had happened, and Mccree was whimpering loudly all the while, darting back and forth and licking at the wound.

It was an honest mistake. And the wound was shallow, Mccree having come to his senses very quickly before any real damage would be done. But that event truly changed something within Mccree, he had come to know what it felt like to hurt you, and it was a sensation that haunted him to his dying day. You bore a small scar from his teeth, which he never failed to kiss gently whenever he had the chance.

As his mate, you and Mccree were a pack of your own. Sometimes it felt like it was the two of you against the world, like you could tackle the horizon, and just run forever into the vast world. Being the lover of the wolf especially highlighted the trust and care between you two. You didn’t always need words to communicate the love you had for each other. With Mccree, it was an adventure and home all at once.

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Queen’s Clan { 3 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem, future smut?, violence, language

Word count: 1.69k

***

Your head was about to explode. Minhyuk and Hoseok tried filling you in on lots of details, many of which made them seem like they escaped from a loonie bin, and were doing a horrible job of making it make any sort of sense. They would stop a part of the information to tell a story then go back to filling you up with fun facts and weird trivia items all while telling more stories.

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” You started slowly, piecing things together in your own time. You were currently sitting in the back seat of your dilapidated car, Hoseok driving, Minhyuk sitting passenger, occasionally turning back to explain more stuff. “I’m some sort of Queen. I’m not entirely human. Neither are you guys. I’m also not the only Queen around. These shadows, or whatnot, are the reason for my panic attacks and fainting spells and the only way to fight them back is to use power that stems from using myself and you two as direct resources, correct?”

“Yes, that’s the gist of it.” Minhyuk sighed, relaxing into the seat, proud of their explanations that ran rampant.

Hoseok looked in the mirror to gauge your reaction and smirked. He gave it a few seconds before—

“ARE YOU TWO BAT SHIT CRAZY?!”

There it is.

Minhyuk about jumped through the roof of the car in a panic at your tone, wanting to do everything he could to avoid you lashing out at him.

“If you think this is crazy, you won’t survive hearing about your own personal harem.” Hoseok chuckled, turning the car onto another street that led to the highway.

Minhyuk glared daggers into his partner’s head. Just finding out you weren’t entirely human was enough to shock you, but to find out this new piece was too much even for a Queen. You were new to this and humans sure as hell didn’t have harems waiting at their beck and call.

Okay, you’ll bite for a slight second. “By harem, you mean…”

“I mean,” he pulled the car to a stop, parking in front of a dark, two-story house. It had vines almost crawling all over the windows, trees that hung low to shadow the view from the harsh moonlight. It screamed haunted in your head and you wanted to just about run the other direction. Especially when Hoseok said, “It’s a group of possible suitors for you to continue your royal lineage as well as protect you from other Queens or Kings and possibly lost shadows who want you dead.” He quickly got out of the car to avoid your harsh screeching as you tried to pummel him, a small chuckle leaving his throat as he paraded himself to the trunk of your car and pulled your belongings out, throwing them over his shoulder.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” You pushed, throwing yourself out of the car and slamming it, much to its chagrin.

“It doesn’t have to. Just know we will keep you safe if you let us.” Hoseok dismisses, walking to the front door and kicking it open. Minhyuk waited with you while you put more things together.

“Look, I appreciate you both helping me get away from what could have been the worst night of my life. But I don’t think I should stay here.” You looked wearily at their place. You vaguely remember driving through a pair of black gates that had the name of the establishment, but this small house didn’t seem like something that warranted such high security. Sure, it seemed homey, but what would happen should another episode come? You didn’t even know these strange men, yet you went with them to some house in the middle of the woods. This may not be a prank show, but it was turning into one of those dateline documentaries about the people who go missing.

“My Queen, Wonho is a bit rash sometimes. We never thought we’d be able to find our own Queen to serve and we quite literally stumbled upon you. I know that we are strangers to you, but to us, we would die for you if you asked us to. It’s a very intense thing, but Queens are highly revered in our species. Now, you’re free to do as you please here. This place is yours to do with as you wish.” Minhyuk explained softly, guiding you to the front door. “If you want to leave, we will help you get established some place else but for the time being, we don’t think it wise to be out and about when lost shadows have seen you awaken.”

There’s that word again. Awaken.

“Minhyuk,” he snapped his attention towards you eagerly with a “My Queen.”

“Minhyuk, what do you mean by awaken?” You questioned. Just this morning you were a regular everyday joe making a cup of...well, joe. Now you’re some sort of Queen?

“I think we should go inside and further discuss this.” He said with a bright smile, though you could see a hint of cautiousness in his tone.

For whatever reason, you followed him inside.

***

It was like a punch straight to his chest.

That’s impossible.

He frowned curiously before shaking his head.

“You felt her too?” His second-in-command queried.

A slight nod was all he gave before he gave an order.

“Get everything together. We will find her.”

***

Hoseok avoided you for the rest of the evening. Minhyuk tried giving you the “grand tour” but you told him you needed space after a couple of rooms. He agreed with you immediately and set off to go do something but not before he told you they would have someone coming tomorrow to better explain things for you. A guardian of some sort.

You were currently in some sort of den, a small fireplace was to your right and a whole wall of glass panes in front of you. It seemed to overlook some sort of deck outside but perhaps that would be better to explore in the daytime. You really did love being outside, though. The fresh air did wonders to calm your racing thoughts and kept you grounded. Would it be okay just to sit out there for a moment or two?

Screw it.

Chancing it, you heaved open the glass pane and stepped out. As soon as you touch the wooden deck, small lights that decorated the edges lit up. You gasped in wonder, gazing at the twinkling lights around you before going to sit on a bench and staring up at the night sky, a smile edging its way onto your face. If you had decided to stay here, this could very well be your favorite spot.

If.

Your smile dropped and your mind kept going back and forth through today’s events.

Awaken. Queen. Harem. Shadows. Kill.

You wondered if your parents knew about this. Surely they would have told you such a preposterous thing if it was true, right? Or did they know? You still had so many questions left unanswered yet you were still giving these strange men a chance to prove themselves and a chance to help with your episodes.

With a huff, you leaned back and laid against the flat surface, staring straight up at the stars and thinking of your past. Was there something you missed? Something that hinted to this sudden change?

“You know, if you can’t sleep, me or Minhyuk would gladly service you.” His cocky voice appeared. You grumbled to yourself before you turned your head to see him leaning against the wall, arms folded. He was wearing a tight fitting white T-shirt with gray sweatpants that hung perhaps a little too low for your comfort. You weren’t a prude by any means, but you were used to being on the run. Taking long looks and fawning over people wasn’t exactly a priority.

“You know, if you want to keep pissing me off, you’re doing a great job.” You quipped back. Focusing back on the stars.

He muttered a low “ouch” before chuckling and came to sit on the ground right below you.

He was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. “We didn’t want this either, Y/N.” He said seriously. You turned a curious look to him, prodding him to continue. “It’s just, we felt that you were in danger. Earlier today, at the coffee shop I was minding my own self and then when you spoke to me, I don’t know, your voice just snapped something into me. I’m not even sure what it was, but I knew I wanted to serve you in any way I could.” He confessed. He rolled his eyes at his openness before standing up. Not looking at you, he said, “There will be more suitors coming for you. I wasn’t kidding about the harem you could have, should you want it. This is all very new to you, but for many of us, this is something we’ve wanted for years. I don’t want to pressure you entirely, but I don’t exactly want you to dismiss us, should you want to. You do have a choice here, but as your first major duty, you’ll have to decide whether to turn us away or not. We can service you in any sort of way be it friends, family, or lovers. More will come for you and it will be up to you and only you on whether or not you’ll have them as well as me and Minhyuk. Think about it, Your Highness.”

You heard his retreating footsteps before you closed your eyes, a small pressure making its way to the base of your skull, insinuating the migraine that was to come.

Well, shit.

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