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eoieopda · 6 months

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sweatshirt season | ksy

your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader type: one-shot / fluff + smut rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) au: one-night-stand to fuck buddies to ? wc: 4.5k cw: gn! and afab!reader (no pronouns used); time skips; protected penetrative sex (p in v); hoshi is kinda a himbo, lmao; ft. cameo by minghao and roomate!gn!sibling OC; reference to the movie they're watching, which is hereditary (brief mention of decapitation + demonic possession); barely proofread, sorry! a/n: this is based on a headcanon i did a while ago! i've been in such a horrible rut re: writing for the past month and a half, so it was a major struggle to write this because i feel like i don't know how to do that anymore 😵‍💫 i'm hoping that himbo hoshi can save me from this hell. also, this is told in vignettes!

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“Babe?”

The voice from nowhere is barely loud enough to drag you from sleep, but the effect it has on you is far from soft. Those consonants dig in where your dehydrated brain shrinks away from your skull, pressing in so hard that they throb.

Bleary-eyed, you blink as rapidly as you can to adjust to the bright, white light beaming in through your open shades. The sound that escapes you is something akin to a hiss; it gets the point across, nonetheless. You sit up just enough to see the figure standing in front of your window, looming overhead with crossed arms, laughing.

Clearly, your roommate doesn’t give a shit or a fuck about your hangover.

“What’s the deal with the stray you brought home last night?” Mei asks, the corners of their mouth tilting wickedly.

You don’t have the brain power for this conversation, so you respond with a groan and bury your face back in the pillow from whence it came. Never one to give up, Mei drops down on top of you so that the full weight of their body rests against yours.

“C’mon,” they urge. “Spill your guts, chingu.”

Funnily enough, if they don’t get off your guts, you might do exactly that.

Your reply comes in the form of a croak, some pathetic little sound that reads as lifeless as you feel. “Why do you care?”

There isn’t a single reason you can think of for their sudden interest in your bad decisions. You’ve been making them left and right for the past few months without much more than a concerned glance, and until now, you didn’t realize that you’d taken the lack of follow-up questions for granted.

What a fucking travesty it is to be perceived.

“Your business is your business.” Mei shrugs. You quirk an eyebrow, ready to jump in and point out their lapse in logic, but then that smirk comes back. “But your business is currently burning eggs in our kitchen, which makes it my business, too.”

Sitting up quickly, the force of your sudden moves nearly knock Mei to the ground. Beyond horrified, you squeak, “He’s still here?”

Faster than you’ve ever moved before, you clamber out from underneath your roommate and crawl to the edge of your bed, kicking wildly at your blankets until your legs are free.

You’re already up and swaying on your feet, panting from the effort, when you finally think to look down and assess the state of yourself. Thankfully, you’d remembered to dress yourself before falling asleep. You glance upward and salute whatever deity was looking out for you, ignore the look on Mei’s face entirely, and dash out of your bedroom.

As soon as you reach the kitchen, you skid to a stop, socks sliding across the hardwood until your hip bone collides with the corner of the kitchen island. You hiss again, far louder than the last time. The shape standing at your stove turns around wide-eyed; his mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o”.

Just as quick, recognition flashes, and the shock wears off.

“Good morning,” he chirps, and he’s all fucking sunshine.

You blink back at him without a single idea of where to start — with the fact that he’s still here after you could’ve sworn he left, that he’s wearing your apron but has no clear grasp on the simple act of frying eggs, or that you cannot for the life of you remember his name.

Fuck.

You should really start keeping a guest book.

Whatever his name is, he’s witnessing you at your worst — certifiably crusty with your standard bad attitude — and that alone makes you want to wither and die, right on the spot. Unbothered by your ghoulish appearance, he gestures to the kitchen island you just collided with, pointing to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

Items he would’ve had to open two (2) separate cabinets to find.

In the kitchen he shouldn’t even be in.

You open your mouth, primed to explode all over him, but the way he’s looking at you disarms you immediately. His expression is so chipper — so friendly and childlike in its innocence — that you swallow down the shit you’d readily hurl at anyone else. You gulp, and without saying a word in acknowledgement, you grab what he’s laid out for you.

He smiles when you choke down the aspirin, then turns back around to pull the scrambled, half-burnt mess off the burner.

“You must have a pretty low alcohol tolerance if you’re this hungover after three drinks,” he muses.

It’s an accurate observation — a harmless one, too — but you did not ask. Once again, he shoots you a smile that prevents you from snapping at him. Instead, you set the now-empty glass back down on the island and stare vacantly over at him.

Seonghwa?

“You’re still here,” you say flatly. You may be stating the obvious, but that fact speaks for itself. “You’re still here, and you’re also in my kitchen.”

Seokjin, maybe?

He smiles at this, either unaware that he’s violated the unwritten one-night-stand code of conduct or unfazed by his own rule breaking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly, “It was the least I could do, you know? After all you —”

What the fuck is your name?

“Sungwoo!” You cut him off with a gasp and a palm raised, all but begging him not to recount what he’s grateful for within earshot of your roommate. “Really, you don’t need to do this. Any of this.”

He corrects you gently, “It’s Soonyoung.”

Then, without even a hint of offense taken, he nods his head towards one of the stools tucked under the counter of the island. Your eyes flit between his hopeful face and the seat, frozen solid with indecision.

You see two options, and both feel like a trap:

Holding the line risks squashing this clueless boy’s marshmallow heart; and you don’t want to be the gash that ruins his day at the very outset. If you feed the stray — rather, if you let the stray feed you — then you’re an enabler, contracting a residency when the show was supposed to be one-night-only.

More perceptive than you’ve given him credit for so far, he senses the conflict inside your skull and attempts to tip the scale with a bread-cheeked smile and a shoulder wiggle. “Your breakfast is getting cold,” he nudges in a soft, sing-song tone.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Begrudgingly, you dump yourself onto a stool without a word. With your elbows now propped up on the countertop, you drop your chin down to rest on the heels of your hands. More than anything, you try like hell to ignore the way it all makes his face light up.

“I don’t understand how you went from demonically hot to…” Your voice trails off as you try to find a word for whatever this is. A beat passes before you give up, waving dismissively. “Domesticated, or whatever.”

And his cheeks go pink.

“You think I’m hot?” He all but gasps, like this is brand new information to him.

Like you would’ve brought him home from the club if he wasn’t — and goddamn, was he ever. Carrying himself with the kind of confidence that made your knees wobble; saying all the right things in a low, smoky tone with his lips at your ear; moving his body in ways that still fluster you to think about.

And yet, here he is.

Adorable, if not completely obtuse.

After grabbing plates from a nearby cabinet, he snags two pairs of chopsticks out of the drawer to the left of the sink. It takes all you’ve got not to roll your eyes. He shouldn’t know where either of those things are, but he does.

A satisfied sigh slips out of his mouth when he takes the seat next to yours and scoots a plate full of eggs and kimchi in front of you.

“Here you go,” he sings as he holds out a pair of your own chopsticks to you.

He’s beaming when you accept them into your hand, and it leaves you with no choice but to take a bite of the food in front of you. Intently and chronically hopeful, he watches you pluck a piece of scrambled egg from the plate, like the trajectory of his life hinges on your approval. There’s no turning back now. Reluctantly, you pop it into your mouth.

While you chew, he leans in a bit closer. From this distance, you can see your own reflection in his irises; there are tiny flecks of honey brown amidst the dark, you realize. Little details you didn’t notice last night when he was much, much closer — like the heart-shaped curve his upper lip takes when he smiles as big as he is now.

“How is it?” He asks, walking the borderline between eager and unbearably shy.

You swallow hard as you snap back to attention. If letting him stay for breakfast was a bad call, getting caught gawking at him is a flagrant foul. Somehow, you need to get the point across without being too cruel; to remind him that you signed up for the night and not the morning.

“Um. Well,” you start with a grimace, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Are eggs supposed to… crunch?”

[JUNE]

“Oh, fuck, just like that —”

Your back arches off the bed as you grip uselessly at sweat-drenched sheets. Between your spread thighs, Soonyoung and the punishing pace he’s set make quick work of pulling you apart, again. His right arm loops under your left leg to anchor you to him while his left palm presses down on your lower abdomen, making damn sure that every thrust drags over your g-spot.

This — this right here — is why you keep calling him back. He may overstay his welcome, but that’s an occupational hazard. His perpetual presence is a risk you’re willing to take, so long as he fucks you like this.

“Shit. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?”

He’s panting as he says it, which surprises the hell out of you. His stamina is unearthly, and when you manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look up at him, you don’t see any hint of effort. It's just the ragged sound of his breathing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I think this might be a new personal record.”

Unfortunately, his little announcement is genuine. He’s merely stating a fact, not trying to tease you, because his only concern outside of making you cum is outdoing himself.

To Soonyoung, sex is a performance he’s trying to perfect. He approaches it like an Olympian — an athlete or a god? — and the bar he sets for himself raises every time you see him.

You find it the tiniest bit endearing how focused he is on self-improvement.

Kind of.

That doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes, though.

“Not if you keep —” A moan that you didn’t mean to let out cuts your sentence in half. “— talking.”

Your head crashes back against the pillows, which only spurs him on. Deeper, more deliberate strokes leave you writhing underneath him, babbling like a fool. He grins so wide that his eyes almost disappear.

“I’m just saying…” Another thrust, a thousand more stars dotting the periphery of your vision. “If you hit five, you owe me dinner.”

There it is, right on cue: another piece of evidence to prove that Soonyoung still doesn’t know what he signed up for.

It’s a conversation you’ve had more than once — never because you want to have it; and never because he seems to be consciously seeking something more than what you have.

At some point over the past few months of scattered nights with you, a seed seems to have taken root in the back of his brain. A zombie parasite, more likely; one that’s overridden the controls and completely undermined his understanding of the situation.

Whether he means it or not, these throw-away comments make you wonder if, deep down, he’s not wired to fuck without feelings.

Not like you, anyway.

Your self-preservation instincts don’t let you get that far. Risk-averse to your core, you don’t see the point of gambling when the stakes are that high. And even if you weren’t wary of getting yourself hurt, it wouldn’t change the fundamental truth that you enjoy your own company enough not to need anyone else’s.

The way you see it, Soonyoung can have a cameo in your weekends, but the plot of your life right now doesn’t need anything more than that. Changing the lineup now could fuck your whole season. So, why try?

To his credit, he seems to get that there are currently more pressing matters at hand than the same old conversation. He pats your hip and says, “Let’s switch it up.”

You’re as grateful for the subject change as you are for the hand he extends to help your boneless body sit up again. Thankfully, the one lesson he has learned is that no one can compete with his perpetually full battery. If he’s going to change positions as often as he wants to, he has to be the one to position you.

This time, you wind up with your back flush against his chest, skin slick against yours. To keep him close, you reach back until your hand finds the nape of his neck. After weaving your fingers through the damp hair at the base of his head, you tug slightly, pulling a low groan out of him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts breathlessly. “Pull my hair.”

You do as he says, albeit a bit harder than you meant to; you can’t help it. That’s the exact moment he chooses to grab your hips and slam your ass back against his pelvis, perfectly in time with his forward snap. He’s in your guts now, there’s no doubt about it, and you’re falling to pieces.

Wailing, you have to squeeze your eyes shut to survive the surge of pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, my god,” you choke out.

The only way you manage to stay upright through your orgasm is with Soonyoung’s arms caging you in. Without him, you’d be a trembling fucking mess, collapsing face-down onto your bed in a useless heap. He keeps holding you even when he lets himself go soon after, spilling into the condom with a moan you feel as it leaves his chest.

“Goddamn,” he sighs, voice rough. The heat of his breath on your neck almost makes you want to cling to him, curl up and let your eyes flutter shut. “Every time I fuck you, I feel like I should thank you.”

That flicker of affection goes out in a flash as the memory of consequences comes back around. You snort. “Please don’t cook for me again.”

You leave it at that, and so does he. When he finally pulls out of you, you give into the safer urge; the one that can’t possible give him the wrong impression. Slumping forward, you hit the mattress so hard that you practically bounce, like the dead weight you are.

Soonyoung misses that spectacle, thankfully. He’s already on his feet, tying off the condom before dropping it into the wastebasket on the other side of the room. You hear it drop against the plastic bag, then the soft pad of his footsteps as he makes his way back to you. You unbury your face from the pillows and crane your neck to look over at him.

In a rare display, he looks exhausted. Moments like this might be the only time he ever finds himself depleted, and you figure he’s earned that right. Part of you wants to let him lay here with you — maybe even let him sleep it off — but you can’t let him get tangled in the strings you refuse to attach.

He’s halfway to you when he finally looks up at you and catches you watching him. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression; you’d bet it’s as confusing on the outside as it feels on the inside. Whatever he finds there, it makes him pause. There's a quick nod, like he’s reacting to something neither one of you has said out loud, then he changes course.

“You have to be up early,” he says, like he’s finally learned the script. “I’m gonna head out.”

You nod but say nothing else. You just watch as Soonyoung grabs the clothes you’d tugged off of him earlier, piece by piece, and puts everything back to the way it was before.

The way you want it.

Once he’s fully clothed, he shoots you a smile that only uses half of his mouth. Neither of you offers a word as he walks over to the door, although you can tell he’s moving more slowly than usual. Hoping you’ll stop him, maybe.

You don’t.

It’s not until he pulls it open that he looks back over his shoulder at you; and this time, when he smiles, it looks like he means it.

“Sleep well, yeah?”

[OCTOBER]

“I’m just saying that if her shithead brother bothered to include her in his night, maybe she wouldn’t have been decapitated."

You tear your eyes off the television screen in time to see Minghao’s eyes roll all the way back into his head. Across the coffee table from where you sit, he and Mei occupy the couch; his head crashes against the back of it with a muffled thump while his younger sibling continues their rant.

“I’m being for real,” Mei urges, jabbing their finger emphatically through the air in his direction. “If you ever bail on me like that, and my head ends up falling off, you deserve whatever consequences come next.”

You snort. “Up to and including… what, demonic possession?”

“Absolutely,” Mei sniffs.

Minghao sits upright again slowly. He chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, leaving you and your roommate in suspense. Knowing him, he’ll lecture you both on karmic energy and how Mei shouldn’t fuck around with it. To both of your surprise, he frowns. “Is it bad that I kind of want cake now?”

You and Mei respond at the same time, although your responses are nothing alike:

“I think we have some left over.”

“Yes, you’re a monster.”

Despite what they just called him, Mei is nothing if not a good host. With a beleaguered huff, they push themselves off the couch, step carefully over the legs Minghao doesn’t move out of their path, and stalks off towards the kitchen to forage for food.

Left alone in the living room, you and Minghao fall into an easy silence, eyes glued once again to the screen. It’s always been easier to get through a movie without Mei’s commentary; this one would’ve been finished an hour ago if they hadn’t kept pausing it to ramble. You’re so immersed in it that you hardly hear the way they’re tearing through the kitchen like a cyclone. You almost miss the soft knock at the door, too.

Immediately, your optimistic eyes flick over to Minghao. He’s closer to the door, and if you stare at him long enough, he might let you stay in the armchair you’ve all but fused to.

“Nope,” he says coolly, without even looking.

Whining, you peel off the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in and unfurl your knotted legs. You shiver when your bare feet touch the cold wood below, but bravely, you don’t retreat. You push forward on tiptoe and skip across the living room until you reach the front door.

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead when you open it to find Soonyoung standing there for the first time in several weeks. While overstaying his welcome is his signature, showing up uninvited never has been. That’s apparently one line in the sand he won’t stumble over.

“Hey,” you peep.

For reasons unknown, you have to pause to let your gaze sweep over him, like something might’ve drastically changed about him since you saw him last. There’s a tiny flutter in the center of your chest that begs you to greet him more emphatically than that, but you ignore it.

Soonyoung looks more apologetic than you’ve ever seen him, which makes your pulse quicken even more.

“I’m really sorry to bother you,” he swears. “I think I left my headphones here last time. I’ve looked everywhere, I promise, but they’re just — gone.”

Your first instinct is to ask why he brought headphones to a dick appointment in the first place, but you talk yourself out of it. The next is to find out why he came all the way over here on a hunch, rather than simply texting you; he hasn’t in a while, not that you’ve taken it to heart. But you don’t do that, either, which strikes you as odd.

Instead, you step back and push the door open wider, once again letting the stray inside. “No worries,” you breeze.

Since when?

As it turns out, letting him in doesn’t bring the sky crashing down around you. Taking a single brick out of the wall you’ve fastidiously built doesn’t bring about the end of days. It just brings a shy bow and a quiet “thank you” while he toes off his shoes.

He turns to head toward your bedroom with you following behind him, but he stops short after a few steps. Crashing into his back — god, he’s broader than he looks — you grab his biceps to keep from bowling him over entirely.

“Shit — I’m so sorry.” He wheels around, failing to realize that you’re as close as you are. You can see panic light up his eyes, now mere centimeters from yours. “I didn’t realize you had somebody over.”

What is that scribbled all over his face?

It’s not anger, you know that much. Nothing about the way he’s looking at you reads like jealousy, either. If anything, he seems genuinely torn-up over what he assumes is date-crashing. Guilty, maybe.

So, why do you feel bad?

“Mei’s brother,” you explain quickly, as if he’s owed one. “Our annual horror movie marathon. We — all of us — do it every October.”

Why did you add that qualifier in there?

Soonyoung’s face brightens immediately, and you feel the tiniest bit warmer now that the corners of his mouth aren’t curved downward anymore. You wish that surprised you, but it doesn’t.

Why should it? You’ve given into him more often than not, haven’t you?

All he says is, “Oh,” in the tiniest voice you’ve ever heard, like he’s embarrassed himself for the first time in his life.

It grows quiet while the two of you continue to stand there in the half-light. If you discount the screaming, the flickering colors coming from the television screen make it feel almost — cozy?

But you’ve been gazing up at him for far too long, so you clear your throat. “Your — umm — your headphones. Do you remember where you left them?”

You nudge him slightly to get him moving, which he does without complaint.

“I think they jumped out of my pocket when you…” Soonyoung’s voice trails off. As you pass by, he glances over at Minghao, who either can’t hear your conversation or doesn’t give a shit about it.

With that indifference confirmed, Soonyoung looks back at you with a smirk. “You broke my zipper, you know. I had to take those jeans to a tailor to fix it.”

Immediately, your cheeks start burning.

Resident fuck monster, reporting for duty! Here to rip clothes to shreds and —

He touches your wrist, just for a second. “It’s cute,” he assures you, even though you haven’t said a word.

And it doesn’t do a damn thing to keep that heat from rising up your face.

You step into your bedroom before you can think of what to say in response, so you let the moment pass and flick on the light. Just as soon as he joins you inside, Soonyoung lays eyes on what he came for — which is a miracle. That thin, white cord is practically invisible under your dresser.

“Ah!” He chirps, bending down to grab it.

Looking triumphant as hell, he tucks it into the pocket of his joggers and shoots you a grin. Suddenly, you find it hard to mimic his smile, although you don’t know why.

He got what he came for, didn’t he? He’ll be out of your hair in a matter of moments, which is exactly what you’ve been demanding of him for months. You had to train him to get in and get out, and when he eventually learned, the relief was immediate.

So, why don’t you feel relieved now?

Soonyoung must hear your trains of thought derailing because he comes in hot with a distraction. As usual, it’s out of left field, just like the soft brush of his fingers on your bare arm.

“You’re cold.”

It’s not a question.

There aren’t even goosebumps on your arm; and there’s no reason why he should know by looking at you that you are, in fact, freezing. But he does, and before you can ask how the fuck that’s possible, he spins around to the dresser nearby and grabs the handle jutting out of the bottom-left drawer.

How does he —?

You open your mouth to speak. The words disappear when he stands upright again, now holding out a sweatshirt from the drawer you keep them in. He’s only seen you open it once before, and the fact that he remembers is making you dizzy.

Soonyoung’s expectant eyes lock on your face, looking at you the same way he did when he handed you those burnt fucking eggs. This time, though, you don’t hesitate to accept what he’s giving you. You tug that sweatshirt over your head without missing a beat, instantly learning that it’s much bigger on you than you remember.

Stunned, you blink back at him from underneath the hood, which obscures most of your forehead. “Is this —?”

You grab the fabric from the front of it in your hands as you look down. At first glance, it looks like the million other white sweatshirts tucked into your drawer, but —

“This isn’t mine.”

Your eyes flick back up to Soonyoung, who’s fighting for his life to bite back a smile.

Six months ago, you might’ve knocked him on his ass for this, but now, you can’t keep it together, either. You crack wide open, laughing so hard that your eyes almost disappear.

“When the hell did you sneak that in there?” You wheeze, wiping tears as they spill over your lash line. The smack you land against his arm is cloaked in a sweater paw, dealing no damage except to crack him open, too. “God, I was never going to get rid of you, was I?”

Beaming, he slips his hands into the kangaroo pocket on the front and tugs you closer; you let him. “It was just in case I get cold, I swear.”

“Is that it?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you sure?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, although you don’t believe him for a second. “It does look good on you, though. Maybe you should hang on to it.”

“To the sweatshirt?”

Watching him blush like that may never get old. Still, he maintains his bluff and nods.

“Yeah. I mean, why not? Right? It’s comfortable.” He shrugs, not even the slightest bit casually. “A cotton blend, I think. Pre-shrunk, so… It’ll — uh, never be your size, I guess. That’s — um — that’s kind of a bummer, but…”

“Soonyoung!” You cut him off with a breathless laugh, prompting him to shut his rambling mouth.

The rare use of his name seems to startle him. His eyes go wide with that typical, hopeful anticipation that he never seems to leave home without. That look hasn’t disappeared after six months of getting shot down on a weekly basis, and neither has the way he hangs onto every word you say.

This time, it might actually be what he’s been waiting to hear.

“Do you….?”

It might be a new personal record, you caving like this after holding someone at arm’s length for so long. The relief is automatic, spreading through muscle that you didn’t even realize had been aching.

“If you’re not busy, do you want to stay?”

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justmeinadaze · 5 months

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Secret Sinners Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part of this Universe/ Part 1 of Secret Sinners

Warnings: Demon Steddie/ Human Fem Reader, SMUT of the slightly rougher variety, choking, lots of touching and dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other <3, ANGST, they go to another realm to find answer and run into some bad creatures (brief), reader get a bit hurt when they come back, they talk about events from the first AU, I think that's it.

Word count: 6059

“Um, so I have good news and bad news.”, Dustin sighed as he drank the beer in his glass. The three of you stare at him in anticipation as he drags out his information making Eddie huff in annoyance. “The bad news is where they are currently, they won’t be for long AND there are other types of demons in that realm.”

“So, we’re going to another realm. Cool.”, Steve sighs.

“The good news is Mike said Y/N can survive there so she can go with you.”

“Which…is obvious because Jonathan is there with Nancy…”, the long-haired demon growled.

“I’m sorry. They’re a little antsy.”, you grin making him beam him your direction.

“I like you.”

“I like you to.”, you giggle.

“Okay, okay.”, Steve chuckles as he rises to his feet. “She’s just nicer than we are.”, he smiles as he pulls the young boy in for a hug. “Go back home, kid, and thank you for everything.”

“Of course, man. Hopefully, I’ll see the three of you at home sometime.” After handing Eddie some papers, he hugs him as well before turning to you. “Don’t let them boss you around too much. I think you’d be a pretty badass warrior in our world.”

After kissing his cheek, you wrap your arms around him before making a little oh sound and digging in your bag. The guys watch as you hand Dustin something and whisper in his ear as he smiles.

“Your wish is my command, ma ’lady.”

As you watch him leave, Steve takes your hand in his and the three of you take a seat again at your table.

“What did you give him?”

“A little present.”, you smirk mischievously.

“Oh, Steven, you aren’t going to like this.”, Eddie exhales heavily as he turns the piece of paper the boy had given him around and slid it in his direction. “These are the coordinates to Malvado.”

“Well, that ends that.”

“What? Why?”, you inquire at his immediate reaction.

“Because the realm that place is in is barely safe for us, let alone a human. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking going there.”

“I mean…plenty of demons to slay and a good place to hide where our kind wouldn’t go searching.”

Steve sighs as his gaze shifts between you two. “No. The answer is no.”

“You and I can go and see what we can find—”

“No. You’re not going somewhere dangerous without me. I can help protect you two.”

“That’s not your job, Y/N.”

“And that’s not your job anymore either, Steven. I can help.” The demon’s eyes glow in anger as you stare right back in defiance.

“Not going to lie, kind of turned on by you both right now.”

The red fades from Steve’s eyes as he smirks at Eddie’s comment and you reach for his face to bring his lips to your own.

“Ugh! Fine! Fine but we need more weapons than a bat and a guitar and she’ll need a disguise.”

***

The glass to the window shatters as you throw a rock through the entryway to the shop you three were sneaking into.

“I’m surprised neither of you know how to pick a lock.”, you whisper as you climb in and dust off your pants.

“We could say the same thing, troublemaker.”, Eddie teases as he checks you over to make sure none of the glass cut you.

“Come on, you two. Let’s get what we need and get out.”, Steve hisses as he looks around. Pointing towards the counter, you draw the demon’s attention to the swords that were hanging on the wall. “Nice.”

While he and Eddie look over the selection, you scurry towards the clothing in the corner and quickly grab some items before running back to them as the sound of sirens fill the air.

Wrapping Eddie’s arms around your waist, they hurry out the back door, and fly into the night sky just as the police cars skid to the front of the shop.

***

“I miss my sword.”, Steve whines as he swings the one he’s holding in the air. “It had a lot of umph you know?”

“God, baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”, the long-haired demon jokes as the other makes a face at him in joking annoyance.

“Do I need a weapon?”, you ask as you finish tying the combat boots you grabbed.

“WE are your weapon.” Steve kneels in front of where you were sitting on the hotel bed and takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I need you to really listen to me here, ok?”

“Ok.”

Eddie sits beside you and tenderly places his hand on your knee.

“This place is extremely dangerous. Now, we know you’re strong and can fight but these creatures here don’t. They will see you as small and weak if they get a good look at you. With this hood here, I’m hoping they won’t take the chance because they can’t clock what type of being you are.” After pulling it over your head, his palm gently caresses your cheek. “You have to listen to what we say without question, no matter what. No attitude and no hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. If you don’t think you can do that or for one second think you won’t run if we asked you to then we may as well stay here.”

“I understand, Steven. I promise I’ll behave.”

They both gave you a gentle kiss on your lips as Eddie pulled up his hair and handed you Steve’s bat.

“Even though we’re watching out for you, I think you’d look more intimidating with this.”

“Alright.”, Steve heavily exhales. “Here we go.”

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The strong smell of smoke and rain hit your nostrils immediately as you step through the gate your demon created into this new realm. It was nighttime here as well but the city was illuminated with neon lights flashing everywhere.

“It looks like the city in Bladerunner.”

“Is that the one movie you showed us with Han Solo?”

You nodded as you smiled at Eddie’s question, realizing only now that they had fully transformed into their normal demon skin.

“Ok, let’s move. Dustin gave me the name of a bar they frequent so we’ll start there. Keep your eyes down, Y/N.”

Doing as he commanded, you followed behind him while Eddie trailed behind you making sure you were safe. There were many different creatures roaming what you would call streets and both demons couldn’t deny that they were impressed how well you were keeping it together.

A few beings they passed looked like them but some of the others were much bigger and growled trying to intimate you three as you walked past.

“You two sit and be casual while I take a look around.”, Steve ordered as soon as you entered the building you were looking for.

Leading you to a table, Eddie sat beside you and carefully placed his arm around your shoulder so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”, he whispered, grinning when you confirmed you were ok with a smile of your own.

You couldn’t help but take in how sexy they both seemed like this as they protected you. Both demons were in a completely new headspace you had never seen from them before and definitely not in this current form. Everything in their demeanor radiated dominance and you never felt safer.

The sound of glass slamming loudly against your table startled you back to attention as a deep voice slurred words in front of you.

“Hello there. You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, she’s travel size for demons like me. Now fuck off.”, Eddie snarled as you kept your eyes on the table.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you.”

“I don’t think so because if you did you’d know I’m not someone you mess with.”, he growled slowly rising to his feet. “I’m only going to say it one more time… fuck off.”

The creature in front of him smiles wickedly as he leans forward on his hands.

“Or what?”

“Or you deal with me.”, Steve responds, yanking the thing backwards away from you both. “He’s a lot nicer than I am so I’m just going to tell you, if you even speak again, I will kill you.”

“Aren’t you the fucker who killed a princess?”, another being asked as he sauntered near the area. “You have a bounty on you.”

“Not anymore. I was cleared.”

“Oh? Well, isn’t that convenient. We didn’t hear that in these parts.”

As the thing stepped forward again, you stood up and pointed the bat in his direction, a silent warning for him to stay put.

“Look at that. Little one can handle itself. Maybe, we should take it home and figure out how it ticks.”, someone else threatened.

You three were surrounded on all sides and Steve realized it too late. It had been a while since he was able to utilize his skills and he was beginning to realize how rusty he had become.

You caught on to the person before anyone else, your eyes following a small, hooded figure slowly circling around the bar to where you were standing. A smirk painted their lips as red light illuminated from their eyes telling you this was a friend.

Pulling a device from their pocket, they threw it on the floor, and just as smoke exploded from within, rough hands were suddenly on you, lifting you into the air and flying out the door.

You could hear both your demons flying close behind but not fast enough to catch up. Soaring lower to the ground you were released and strong arms caught you before placing you on your feet.

“Hello there.”, he grinned. “You really shouldn’t be in this realm. It’s not safe for humans like us.”

“Are you…?”

“Jonathan. Nice to meet you.”, the man greeted, extending his hand which you shook and presented your name.

Eddie fluttered to the ground first with a knowing smirk of his own on his features.

“Jonathan. I figured out who it was when they started fighting.”, he smiled as he pointed to the sky where the two demons were battling each other. “Only one other demon knew some of the same moves that Steven did.”

Steve crashed to the dirt with a loud thud as the other demon towered over him with their sword held to his throat. Lifting off their hood, she beamed down at him before offering him her hand.

“Mike and Dustin said you were looking for me.” Red light shimmered around her as she took a human form and extended her hand out to you. “Hi. I’m Nancy.”

***

Nancy grinned as she slammed her weapons onto the table you three were sitting around as she took a seat and leaned forward on her elbows.

“Gotten a bit slow there, huh, pretty boy?”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t had a reason to use my skills in over 3000 years.”

“Hm. So what made you come here? Thought maybe you’d get back in the game or do you just naturally have a death wish?”

“We need your help.”, Eddie cuts in as Steve scowls into the wood in front of him. “You know our kind live fairly long lives but we were wondering—”

“How Jonathan is still around?”, she asks and he nods in response. “Because of this little one I imagine? What’s so special about her, if I may ask?”

“What’s so special about your partner?”

Nancy’s eyes shift towards you at your sassy question before a slow smile spread across her features.

“Oh ok. I get it now.”

“She saved our lives.”, Steve murmured under his breath. “We love her.”

“We want to be with her for as long as we can.”, the long-haired demon added, reaching for your hand.

As they spoke, her gaze never left yours making you feel a bit self-conscious.

“What if I told you what you need requires a sacrifice of some kind?”

“I have nothing to lose except them. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”, you answer.

“What if the sacrifice would be to let one of them go? Would you?”

“Is that an actual requirement or are you just causing problems?”, Steve growled making Nancy smirk.

“No. I would never choose between them. I love them both and I know how much they mean to each other.”

“What if it meant losing your humanity?”, she inquires as she turns to give Steve her attention. “What if what I offer strips her of what makes her who she is leaving someone different behind? Could you handle that?”

“She’s already changed so much since the time we met her till now. She’s not like other humans, Nancy. She’s not weak.”

“If I wasn’t human anymore would they be able to be themselves?”, you ask causing her to swivel her head abruptly back towards you.

“What do you mean?”

“As a human I AM fragile. They can barely even touch me with their natural skin without damaging my own. They spent so much time being hidden and I want them to be able to be themselves as much as possible.”

Nancy nods as she glances towards Jonathan who affirms her gesture and disappears from their kitchen.

“The first time I touched him with my demon skin, I accidently tore some of the flesh off his arm. I cried for days until the wound healed and we always have that scar to remind us how fragile he is even as a slayer with many kills under his belt.”, she sighs, softly smiling towards her boyfriend as he comes back into the kitchen and places a vile next to Steve.

“It’s a potion. It’s only found in one realm and the woman that makes it doesn’t make it easy to attain. Many slayers go to get this and only one has left with it in hand.”, Jonathan explains as your demon scans the container with his eyes. “I can give you the information but I can’t guarantee you’ll succeed. I’m also giving you this just so you can test it out and see if this potion is worth the trip.”

“What does it do?”, you ask.

“It makes you less…fragile. Just that little bit there will also extend your life for an extra 6 months.”

“Holy shit.”, Eddie exhales.

“Fair warning, Y/N. It may hurt the first time you drink it but once it fully runs through it will stop. You have to remember it’s transforming you so to speak.”

“Also,” Nancy inputs. “The witch that makes this, she’s going to put you through a lot more tougher initiations than the questions I asked so, please…”, she begs as her eyes lock with Steve. “…be prepared. She won’t just test her but you both as well. That’s part of the reason so many fail. It won’t be your swords that save you but your strength in mind. Just keep telling yourself while you’re there ‘she’s all that matters.’”

“And Eddie.”

The demon and her slayer both glance towards Steve as he speaks.

“Y/N and Eddie are all that matter. Without them, I wouldn’t be here at all let alone in one piece and I’m not letting anyone fucking hurt them.”

Nancy nods as she rises from her seat and the three of you do the same as you head out the front door.

“We’ll probably be headed out by tomorrow. We’ve already been here longer than we normally are but if you need anything just ask Mike and he’ll get a message to me. I heard you two are finally able to go home. I’m so happy for you. I really am.”

Jonathan lightly tugs on your arm, having you hang back while the demons continue to talk.

“It’s not an easy test, Y/N. Everything that you’re going to experience will hurt the three of you but if you succeed I assure you it will bring you guys closer together. When we came back home, Nancy was aloof for 3 days. She wouldn’t tell me what she experienced but she said she knew she made the right choice…running away to be with me.”

“What about your experience?”

“A LONG time ago, my brother went missing…kidnapped by demons from another realm. It’s how I fell into this business and do what I do. I was able to bring him home but sometimes I wonder…what if I hadn’t. That was my experience. The worst thing to ever happen to me amplified with my worst fear; not being able to save and protect the beings I love the most.”

“I can understand that.”

“Rumors say you offered to take their place in the stone they had been trapped in. That was very brave of you.”

“Rumors? Where?”, you laugh making him smile.

“Maeve is a powerful woman everyone respects so when it comes to your circumstances, realms will talk like people in a human office building.”

The three demons watch as you giggle harder, Nancy beaming softly at the man making you happy.

“She seems nice; strong. I don’t know if she’s strong enough for what you two want but I do hope you make it out of the other side.”

“You have no idea what she’s already been through, Nance. She rid her world of three terrible people to save it, she’s lost both her parents, and spent her whole life basically subservient to people who took her for granted. She deserves this. WE deserve this.”, Eddie attested.

“When we heard you both were stuck in that stone, Jonathan and I tried to come find you those first 300 years. Every time we got close, Maeve slipped through our fingers. How did she do it?”

“Tricked an all-powerful demon prince into signing up for a life of servitude within a stone for all eternity.”

“Well shit.”, she breathily laughs. “Be careful, ok?”

Steve nods as he beckons for you to follow so you guys could head home to your world.

“Thank you, Nancy. We appreciate this.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do for breaking your heart AND kicking your ass.”

“You didn’t kick my ass.”, he sighs, flicking her a small smile before walking through the portal to your realm with Eddie and you close behind.

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“I can’t believe this is enough for an extra 6 months.”, the long-haired boy muses as he looks at the little vile.

Your eyes scan Steve as he sits in a chair in front you both staring absently into the floor.

“Baby, are you ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just a lot to process in one day.”

“Was that hard for you? Seeing her again?”

“No.”

“Liar.”, Eddie teased making Steve roll his eyes.

“A little, ok Mr. Sass? Jesus. It’s just weird seeing her and hearing her talk. She sounds so different now…harder.”

“I’m sure like you she’s been through so many rough things these past thousand years. Constantly on the move, fighting demons and other creatures, everything she’s been through with Jonathan.”

“What do you mean by that, babe?”

“I mean, you two are tough but you’re also the most emotional creatures I’ve ever met.”, you grin as they chuckle. “She probably feels bad for hurting him still and then add in that he’s a demon slayer in love with a demon. I’m sure that causes problems with people in his circle and I’m also sure she blames herself for that. Just as I’m positive that with everything that’s happened to me and anything that happens in the future you two will blame yourselves.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here Dr. Y/L/N. Just drink this and stop psychoanalyzing.”, Eddie beams playfully as he hands you the potion.

You exhale slowly, shaking out the nerves as their eyes watch you intensely.

“I love you both.”, you declare as you knock it back like a shot, cringing at the disgusting taste of bitterness that slides down your throat.

There’s a moment of silence where no one moves or even breathes as you wait to see what happens. Abruptly, you shout before clenching your jaw and slamming back against the bed behind you.

“Y/N?! What’s happening, sweetheart? Talk to us.”

“B-Burns…burns!”

It felt like lava had replaced your blood as the heat coursed through your veins in your body from head to toe. Both demons held you down to the mattress as you continued to thrash about.

“Steve. Eddie. Baby, make it stop. It hurts so much please. It hurts.”, you pleaded as tears fell down your face.

Steve glanced at the other demon helplessly unsure of what to even do.

“I don’t know how…I…Eddie what do we do? God damn it, Nancy!”

Your movements began to slow before suddenly stopping as your eyes closed and you panted hard like you had just run a marathon. The metalhead quickly hurried to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before sitting by your side.

“Come on, pretty girl. I need you to drink this. It’s just water, baby, I promise.”, he cooed when you lazily shook your head. Your other demon placed himself behind you, allowing you to lean against him as he helped you sit up. “Good girl, Y/N. Good. Are you ok?”

“That hurt so bad. I don’t…I don’t even know what to compare it to.”, you cried as Eddie dried your tears with his thumb. “Did it work?”

Pausing for a moment, the demon in front of you changed the skin on his hand to that of his own and carefully continued to caress your face.

“Holy shit.”, he breathed. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”

“No…your skin feels…good.”

“Y-You feel good. Fuck. Steve, you have to feel this. Her skin is so soft. We’ve never felt human skin with our own before.”

Steve hesitates before changing his hand as well and running it along your jaw to your chin.

“Wow.”, he whispers. As his fingers touch your lips, you pucker them out to place a gentle kiss along the tip and a low growl leaves his chest. “Sorry, I just… that felt amazing…”

Their eyes watch you unbutton your pants and push them to the floor along with your panties.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do anything right now. Why don’t you rest and then—”

“Please, Steven.”, you beg in a small voice that has their cocks strain against their own pants. “I need you both now. I need to feel you here.”, you whimper as you guide his hand between your legs.

Licking his lips, he pushes his middle finger between your folds, grunting loudly as you feel his mask falter.

“Edward, baby, she’s so warm.”

Tugging on your legs, Eddie yanks you fully on to your back as they both slide down to your sides and kiss your neck while he guides two of his fingers against your clit applying pressure.

“And wet.”

“Does it feel that much different?”, you inquire as their tongues run along your flesh fully tasting you.

“Yes.”, Eddie answered in a husky tone that had your pussy clenching. “The best way to describe—fuck—to describe it is like fucking someone raw for the first time.”

“It felt phenomenal before but raw, honey…we can feel everything…and now so will you.”

Traveling between your legs, they lifted them open as wide as they could as both demons fell into your cunt. Steve’s tongue devoured your entrance as Eddie wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves causing you to arch your back as you tried not to scream in pleasure. Their demon mouths clouded your senses as the room spun. Your fingers reached down to play with their hair as you mewled watching them occasionally stop to passionately kiss each other.

“Change.”, you panted as they ramped you up towards your climax. “Be—mmm—be yourselves.”

They didn’t pause or hesitate this time as red light filled the room and they shifted into their true form. It was a different type of bliss to feel their real hands tightly grasp your thighs or their own skin from their chin or nose graze along your sex. To you it just felt like any other man’s skin instead of the sandpaper esc sharp it was before. Because they could touch you so freely they were no longer holding back and you were already feeling overwhelmed with their fingers and tongues. You could only imagine the euphoric feeling of their cocks inside you.

Your legs shook as you came and you watched them with blurry eyes as Eddie thrust his fingers inside of you elongating your high as both demon’s lips mingled together.

Steve panted as he climbed up your body and fell on top of you as he grinded his groin against your heat soaking his pants in your slick.

“Are you still ok?”, he asks, his forehead pressed against yours.

“More.”, you beg. “Please. More.”

The bed bounces as he jumps back and tears off his pants while Eddie helps you remove your shirt exposing your naked body before them. Leaning over you, his palms roam your tummy up to your tits, groaning as he kneads them while his thumb plays with your nipple.

You know this is new for them but every little move they make along your skin and frame drives you wild making your need for them amplify.

“Demon way.” They both freeze in place as their eyes find your glassy ones. “Please.”

“No. I think… that would be too much for you in this state.”, Steve sighed, not even believing his own words.

“You’re in demon form. True form. I want it YOUR way. I NEED it!”, you whine. You’re not sure if it was the pain of the potion or the potion itself making you feel something you had never felt before but it pushed you into a headspace you hadn’t entered in your entire life.

When they fucked you the demon way before they said they like the idea of predator and prey; they liked making you theirs. Right now, you felt small in a good, needy way. You felt innocent and naïve, needing them to take care of you and claim you properly; as themselves.

You felt like you could finally relinquish all your control.

Eddie’s hand came from the side and you mewled in pleasure as his fingers wrapped around your neck.

“What you need to do is listen, little girl. We don’t want to hurt you. You may be stronger but you’re still human.”

“How will you know what hurts me if you don’t try.”

His partner glances his way with a smirk as Steve lifts your leg over his shoulder and gradually begins guiding his cock into your entrance. His jaw falls open as your back curves up, your hands reaching out to grip Eddie’s wrist that was still around your throat.

“How does she feel, Steven?” The demon doesn’t respond verbally, his palms taking hold of your hips to ground himself as he tries to start off slow. “I asked you something, sweetheart.”

When Eddie released you to grab Steve’s chin, the demon’s eyes opened glowing a bright red that didn’t faze the metalhead at all.

“Get rid of the attitude, little boy, and answer my fucking question. How does she feel?”

“Good.”, he growled lower than you had ever heard before. “Can’t…”

“Can’t what? Focus on anything other than our girl? Well go ahead. Give her what she’s asking for.”

Using your leg as leverage, Steve slammed his hips into yours causing you and the bed to jostle forward.

“Fuck! Yes, Steven. Just like that!”

In a haze of bliss, you watched his face scrunch together as he pounded into you, his cock reaching that spot inside you that had you a moaning mess.

“What about you, pretty girl? How does he feel?”

“So good…I can feel—mmm—him everywhere.”

Eddie groaned as he roughly kisses your lips and you relished in his taste.

Shoving his partner aside, Steve pulls out and effortlessly flips you on to your stomach, pressing your legs together as he slides back in. He doesn’t hold back as his hips thrust aggressively into yours, not caring that the headboard was banging loudly against the wall or that the pillow underneath you was barely muffling your screams that echoed through the room.

Falling flat against your back, your jaw opens in a silent moan as he ruts into you, wrapping his arms around your front, and placing his palm on one of your breasts.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve never felt anything like this before. You were perfect before but this… Always fucking surprising us.”, Steve grunts in your ear. “Your pussy is fucking tight and warm. I’m gonna—fuck—fill you up so Eddie can watch my cum spill out of this perfect pussy before he fucks her to.”

“Please.”

“That’s right, honey. Beg me.”

“Please, make me cum. I need to feel your cum inside of me, Steven. Oh my…”

As you spoke, he picked up his rhythm, abusing your walls and g-spot with every pump till you felt the rope snap in your belly and you screamed his name as your climax washed over you.

“That’s a good girl. Good…fucking…girl.” Between each word, he slammed into you till he shudders and releases his seed into your body.

As he collapsed on to you, you tilted your head as much as you could and were happily met with his lips as he tenderly kissed them before rolling to the side. Eddie suddenly flips you over with ease and grins when you jump as his fingers run between your sensitive pussy lips.

“Oh yeah. I can feel how good this pussy made him feel. Big boy fucking emptied into you all the way, didn’t he?” Removing his hand, he runs it along your leg, lifting it into the air as he hooks his elbow to the back of your knee and places his other firmly on your tit, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Please.”

As he carefully slides himself into your sex, his forehead leans on to yours as his eyes squeeze shut and you watch him lick his lips before swallowing down a deep, breathy moan.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, he whispers. “Steven was right. Y-You feel so…”, Eddie trailed off as he began thrusting steadily into you.

“Edward, please.”

Growling at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his fingers came down to rub fast circles into your clit as he punched his cock deeper into your cunt.

“H-Harder.”

“You want it harder, princess? Like this?”

Once again the bed shook roughly beneath you but you wanted more. You wanted to absorb everything that was them into you. Now, in this moment, since you could finally feel them with all of your senses as themselves, you knew you would do anything to make it like this forever.

“Harder!”

You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls himself out of you but it doesn’t last long as he climbs fully on top of you and pins your wrists to the mattress above your head before entering your core again.

“How’s this, pretty girl? Fuck! We’re going to break the bed tonight, little one.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve reached over to grip your throat and placed tender kisses along Eddie’s arms and shoulders.

Tears flooded your eyes as the ball dropped and you came hard around him.

“Yes, baby! Good girl fucking soaking my dick.” His head fell between the nook of your neck and shoulder as he chased his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he warmed your insides as he filled you up.

Not willing to wait, Steve pushed Eddie back just enough for his cock to fall from your hole and leaned below the demon’s waist to envelope him with his mouth.

“Fuck.”, the metalhead hisses through his teeth as he winds his fingers through the demon’s hair. “Greedy boy. Wanted to taste her some more? Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not even close to being done.”

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The sun briefly blinds your eyes as it peaks through the now slanted curtain on the window. After blinking out the sleep, you take a quick glance around the room smiling to yourself at the chaos you three inflected. The frame of the bed broke sometime after your fifth orgasm while they were both inside of you and the mattress itself migrated to the center of the room where you guys finally fell asleep. Both the side tables on either side of the bed had been knocked over due to both of your demon’s not paying attention as their arms reached out to maneuver you and themselves around the room.

Your suitcases and clothes were spread around after falling from their designated areas as Eddie lifted Steve into his arms and made love to him against the wall while you watched from your blissed out spot on the floor.

As you rested your head against the pillow, your grin grew when you saw both of them still in their demon forms fast asleep with Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest. Scooting closer to them, your fingers reached out to tenderly caress their faces.

You couldn’t help but imagine many moments like this for them when they were trapped; them clinging to each other desperately physically and emotionally. It made your heart break at the thought but you were glad they had each other.

Eddie’s eyes opened first, meeting yours with a small smile.

“Hey princess. You okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Better than.”

As you answer, your thumb traces his lips up to his cheek and he turns his head into the feeling with a pleasant sigh.

“What does it feel like for you? Me being able to touch your skin?”

“It’s hard to put into words. As you know our kind don’t get to feel humans like this without the façade so it’s kind of like we had been touching with safety gloves. To actually feel your skin and not just any humans but yours, so soft and incredibly warm…it’s like—”

“Pure. Literal perfection.”, Steve cut in opening his eyes and turning towards you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”, you smile as you move your hand to his own face, grazing your fingertips along his horns.

“Hmm that to. Demons in our realm don’t touch the things you touch like these. To feel that feels indescribable.”

“Really? I mean, these are all apart of you. I want to feel everything that is you.”

“What does it feel like for you?”, Eddie asked.

“It feels…almost human. Your skin doesn’t feel jagged like it used to but it almost like someone sanded down the edges you know? Everything else on you tastes like electricity.” You can’t help but blush as they chuckle. “What I mean is like your tongue, your lips, body…just make me feel alive. You guys have always made me see stars when you make love to me but last night…I don’t know. It was like a drug. I didn’t want to stop or let you go. I love you both so much.”

“Well, I guess that answers that then.”, the long-haired demon teases. “We’re going to go get more of this potion.”

The ever present protector of the group exhales as he reaches above him for the information Jonathan gave them before they left.

“At least we aren’t going somewhere super dangerous this time but I’m a little nervous about what we’ll need to do to get this.”

“Maybe we can find out some more information to prepare. We have time right? It’s not something we need right now.”

“Jonathan said it gave me six more months but he didn’t say how long me being able to touch you guys would last.”

They both laugh as Steve yanks you closer to his side.

“I’m assume that means you enjoyed last night and want to do it again as soon as possible?”

Tilting your head, you tenderly kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie.

“I’d like to do it for the rest of our lives if we can.”

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70s/80s summer camp for jace it’s just so fitting

SO FITTING THAT LIL SUMMER BOY, I struggled at first and really found my groove so I hope it’s good! Thanks for requesting❤️❤️

AU Bingo - 70’s Summer Camp - Jace Velaryon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW//underage drinking, consumption of marijuana and alcohol in LARGE quantities, Jace and Reader are 18, Cregan’s little sister!reader, enemies to fwb to lovers, slight angst, Addam and Alyn share one brain cell, poor Luke, Cregan is the ultimate Big Bro, cunnilingus, pnv!sex, Frottage, blowjobs, Jace’s Horse Dong, virgin!Jace, we goin wild at the summer camp

“It’s going to be a hot summer this year folks! But we have hotter music for the Summer of seventy-nine. Here’s The Logical Song from Supertramp.”

The man on the radio was right. It was sweltering in Jace’s little black Pontiac firebird transam. He swerved at breakneck speed around the bends on the mountain roads, second nature at this point. Lucerys was in the passenger, nervously eyeing his brother.

“You’re making me quiver,” he shoved the twerp, “Quit being a pussy.”

Luke mumbled, “M’not a pussy!” He sunk down into the leather seats, brown eyes cast to the surrounding trees and views. They’d go through the mountains before making it to the lake and the camp. Camp Wolfwind was the name, the Stark family generously started it over decades ago.

Cregan Stark, Jace’s best friend by mail most of the time would be there. He was assistant director of camp this year, just a year older than him. Cregan always had the air of being mature, making Jace feel like a kid without even trying. Mr. Umber was the camp director, some wildman looking type with a booming laugh.

Jace’s mother had him and Luke come to this camp since they were little, to quote, “I’m not sending my children to that snobby hobnobbing farce of a camp. You boys are going to learn to be of the people and nature.” Safe to say Camp Wolfwind was a staple of Jacaerys summer. It really was a great place.

Being a senior counselor this year added bonuses. More time off between campers, say-so on party invitations, and all the grass, liquor, whatever you could get your hands on. It was a poorly hidden secret Mr. Umber grew his own bud. But only on the weekends you could partake, per Cregan.

“Whose gonna be the female senior counselor?”

Jace almost wrecked the fancy car. Fuck. Cregan’s little sister got that post. He’d had to work with the thorn in his side since, god, he first camp to Wolfwind. She had a way of getting under his skin with that sharp laugh and glinting eyes. Most of the guys thought she was sexy, looking like Jaclyn Smith of Charlie’s Angels.

Jace saw a demon with horns snorting at him when she opened her mouth. He had no clue how that girl was related to the ever calm, collected Cregan. Jace huffed, annoyed that Luke brought back the information he had banished since receiving the letter from his friend.

Whatever. It was his last summer at Wolfwind before heading off to college. Camp stopped last week of July and most of his stuff was packed up back home anyway.

A sign for the camp flew by, Jace’s knuckles whitening on the wheel. Luke snorted and popped back a cheez-it, “You’ll be fine, she’s really not that bad.” The elder brother made a familiar turn, much slower now, and scoffed, “Okay, sure, that’s why Aemond makes you cry at Christmas.” The two were pulling hair and throwing blind punches, the car skidded to a halt as insults were slung.

Cregan leaned into the open window, grinning in amusement, dodging a stray elbow. He slammed on the hood of the trans am a couple of times before Jace collected himself and shot one last side-eye to his shit of a brother. The eldest Stark huffed in humor, “Good to see you Jace and Luke, let’s get you two parked then you can go into the woods to work it out.”

Jace smiled and shook his best friend’s hand, “That can be arranged.”

Luke was back to pouting, quiet and slamming shit as he grabbed his stuff upon parking. The familiar smells and sights greeted Jace’s nose. He couldn’t help but grin at the lake shining under the view of the mountains, the wooden buildings here and there, up through the trees were obstacle courses and archery ranges. The smell of the mess hall wafted by. The Velaryon felt at home here.

Sliding his Ray-bans back, Jace sauntered to the senior counselor rooms, a duplex where he’d be connected to Satan herself. Luke stomped off to the more open spaced male junior counselor building, throwing one last bird finger. Cregan leaned against the porch frame now, holding out a bag full of camp clothes.

“You need to leave that poor boy alone,” he teasingly chastised. Jace plunked his suitcase on the bed and eyed the mirror in front of him. He shrugged, “Always sound like my mom Stark.” Cregan shrugged, “You know me, someone’s gotta do it.” The smaller brunette plugged away his personal clothes.

“Sis is real excited to see you,” he deadpanned.

Cregan’s dry humor could either make one want to drown or laugh until crying. Currently it’s drowning. Jace slammed a drawer shut and snarked, “I’m sure she is, surprised she-wolf wasn’t waiting with a sign that said ‘welcome pansy!’” Another huffing snicker from the elder.

“Well get your swim trunks on and meet down by the dock, Umber’s got us a nice selection while the counselors get here.”

Jace sighed a bit at that. Some bud and a beer would be nice. He shimmied on his red trunks and sandals, putting his best foot forward. He was the alpha somewhat now, had to exude authority. The Velaryon had no idea how his cousins, one a drunken slob and the other an uppity seminarian could exude so much confidence.

Down on the dock, Big John Umber was lighting a pipe, booming, “Jace! My boy! Get over here and have a puff!” Jacaerys grinned, “Yessir, how’ve you been this year?” He took two greedy puffs of the potent herb and held until exhaling with a couple of coughs. Umber’s big hand clapped his back as he replied, “Business is booming son, spent the whole year in Miami!”

Jacaerys waved and nodded at familiar faces; Maris and Cassandra, Ben and Aly Blackwood, Alyn and Addam, then the she-demon. She waved her painted nails, long dark hair streaming down a regrettably beautiful body. The she-wolf cooed, “Jaceyyyy, you ready for camp? Then college? Gonna have to unlatch off of mommy’s tit by then.” Her hazy eyes were lidded, lips curled in sarcasm.

Jace cracked a beer open and sniffed, “Might have to fight Lucerys and Joff back for that position Stark. Sure you’re ready to go wild without Cregan’s approval.”

Cregan’s dark, sharp eyes turned to the pair. She waved a hand, “Just playing around bro, chill out, smoke some more damn.” She stuck her tongue out at Jace and leaned back, exposing more tit than he really needed to see.

He sat on the dock’s edge, humming along to the radio, feeling the buzz tickle his senses.

Soon enough more arrived and a little gathering had developed into a party, Cregan and Umber high as balls watching from their kingly wooden dock chairs. Even little Luke had finished his pouting fit to have some PBR, making a face. Jace was flirting with Cass, boasting about his college plans.

Before a little hand pushed him into the water with a laugh. Jace dunked under the chilled night water, coming up to wipe his hair back and curse, “Hey! What the fuck?” She smiled down at him and said, “Sorry, Cass looked bored. I wanted your spot.” A raucous of laughter echoed around, drunken teens.

Jace narrowed his eyes and swam around to get tossed a towel from Addam, shaking his head. Jace plunked down near the white-blonde and was passed a shot, taking the whiskey quickly. He swallowed down the burn, feeling easier. The Hull boy snickered, “Cregan’s sister has it sooooo bad for you Jace.”

He raised a brow and guffawed at such a notion. “Yeah and gas is gonna go down too!” They both laughed at that, the male humming, “Glad I get a deal on the diesel family monstrosity.” Alyn piped in, “The monstrosity is named mouse and she does a good job.”

Another shot or two was passed around, Jace beginning to feel pretty smacked. He shook his head and excused himself from the twins, “I think I’ve lived up to the family lightweight standards, and I’m gonna retire boys.”

“Awe c’mon, c’mon, we got ghost stories soon!”

He smiled and promised another night, half stumbling back to his new cabin, all to himself. He could shower! Shower! Fuck yes. Jacaerys Velaryon felt like a king. The dim porch lights blurred in his vision, the door almost there.

“Tapping n’for the night already?,” she asked softly, long hair braided back. It looked pretty. No. Bad Jace. Cregan’s sister was drunk off her ass too, eyes hazy and leaning against the wall with a too wide grin. Jacaerys snipped, “Why y’care? Want to push me n’to the water again?”

She shuffled closer, face so sharp and pretty, dark eyes enticing. “No, I wanted to get you to myself and I was making sure ya’ weren’t leavin’.”

Jace’s face suffused into a blush. He stuttered, “W-wh-Wha?” He was a big virgin. With a capital V. Berlin Wall sized V. The darker haired girl smoothed a hand up into his hair, asking, “Taken? No good hm? Whas’ the play here.”

He steadied himself, blinking some sobriety into his thoughts and said, “I’m going to go to my shower. You can turn the radio on. The rest is up to you but,” he snatched at her waist, “Quit playin’ ‘round with me.” She moaned softly, nodding.

He let her go and moved to his room, stripping inelegantly, heading straight to the shower, leaving the door cracked. It got to a steaming heat, he stepped under, sighing, his cock beginning to hang heavy between his legs.

Right.

Jace had a ridiculously sized cock. So large in fact he thought something was wrong and went to his step-father about it. Who crassly widened his pale eyes and exclaimed, “That’s a damn horse if I’ve seen one. Congrats lad. No wonder your mother loves some Strong’s.”

So usually when he got to the point of attempting to fuck a girl, they would shy away or screech in pain. But he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to fuck right now, this she-wolf was a menace.

The radio clicked on. ‘Spooky’ by Little River Band filtered into the haze, making Jace a bit woozy as more blood flew between his legs. He heard her light footsteps, then a body slid behind his own, soft tits and feminine hands sliding up Jacaerys’ taught torso.

She murmured into his ear, “When did’ja get all handsome hm? Get this,” she wrapped her hand barely around his cock and shook, “This Fuckin’ monster.” He moaned softly, leaning dark hair back onto her shoulder. “Dunno, tried to hide it today.”

He flipped her round under the spray, getting a good look at wet lashes, dilated pupils, and swollen lips. Jace stared, hands groping at her built ass, cock nudging her thigh. She pulled him forward with two hands, sculpted lips drawing Jace open. They slid tongues across another sensually, occasionally getting a little nip from her, a hand pulling at his aching member.

Jace groaned helplessly, whining and chasing her lips with wide eyes as the she-wolf pulled back. She snatched some conditioner and slathered it on his cock, Jace’s legs trembling. The brunette girl braced herself against the wall, ass up, legs tight together.

“C’mon, y’old maid, fuck the gap!”

Understanding knocked him clean in the skull, shaking hands guiding into that shining opening, gasping and stuttering her name as he fucked the man-made gap, her teasing fingers helping along. She cooed and shivered, “Y-yes, that’s it, fuck you’re perfect! N-nudge there, there, THERE!”

Jace must’ve been getting her clit based on pitchy whines and cries, her cute hands scrambling for purchase as her back arched and then gushed on his cock, pussy convulsing. She tightened her strong thighs around him on last time before dropping to her knees.

“Cum on my tits Jacey, just like those pornos you watch.”

It didn’t take long looking at her wrecked face and swollen cunt to have him painting her tits in white, some reaching her chin and lips. He heaved and choked out hoarse moans, body wearing out. He slapped a hand on the shower wall and whimpered her name when the she-wolf licked his cum off her chin— fuck, lips, moaning.

“Does your mother know,” Abba warbled. She grinned evilly, patting his oversensitive cock. Standing back up she sung, “We’re gonna have fun this summer, Jacey.” And off she went, leaving the male a shaking panting wreck. He was gonna get her ass next round.

Jace was met with a rude awakening besides a mega hangover the next morning. Stretching and shuffling to the mess hall, he waited for his duplex neighbor. She gave him a disgusted look and shoved past, giving Jace an eyeful of legs and ass in her bitty jean shorts. Her dark hair whipped around.

Oh. Jace was a bit perplexed. She was just licking his cum off her chin last night. Now the cold shoulder? Was this one of those games girls played? The brunette was a novice on the front and he certainly couldn’t go to Cregan about it.

Shuffling into the mess hall Jace managed to stomach some grits and coffee, head pounding. Addam and Alyn sat down, identical faces cheery. Those two were immune to anything. Alyn hummed, “What’s your bag? Looking like a bummer man.”

Jace took a miserable sip of his coffee. He murmured, “Do not start yelling and jumping when I start talking. Got it? Or coffee in your face.”

Cregan was off in the corner with Aly, the two seemingly close this year.

The twins nodded, eager for the skinny. Jacaerys sighed, “What does it mean when a girl gives you the cold shoulder after gettin’ ah-uh a little hot and heavy.”

“Who?!”

Jace hissed, “I said shut it! Doesn’t matter!”

Addam, the more suave of the two, “She’s playing games then, wants you to beg and grovel for her. Or…if this is who I think it is, she wants it on the DL.”

“Downlow then, but riles me up during the day. Just great,” Jace whinged while sipping his coffee. Alyn whispered something to Addam, the other nodding and they descended into giggles. A plate slammed down, the trio jumping and growing red faced.

“Morning girls, what’s the skinny?,” the she-wolf asked with a conniving look. Addam shrugged off Alyn’s red face and Jace being an idiot, “Which girl has the nicest ass, what did you expect Stark?”

“I’d assume it would be mine,” she hummed, taking an obscene bite from her banana, watching Jace. The brunette took the last bite of his apple and darted off, holding his mug of coffee, “See you guys for cleanup later!”

Jacaerys was going to explode. With anger, lust, he didn’t know what. He stomped to the little overlook on the lake he’d found as a kid, sitting on a rock. The lake was calm and lapping on the smooth rocks, sky sunny, fish flopping here and there. With every sip of his warm drink, his blood began to settle.

The crunching of leaves took that serenity and shat all over it. Stark’s sister sat next to him, a strange look on her face. Both began to speak then stopped. Jace bolted out, “I don’t know what the deal is here but I can’t handle it.”

Pretty lips frowned and she replied, “Fine, I’m sorry. It’s fun to see you get red in the face. But I can’t just change my personality around you,” she looked off into the distant, “Cregan is Cregan no matter how close you two are. I wanna keep fooling around, why not?”

Jace narrowed his eyes and held out a hand, “Fine. Just fucking around on the low. But just know I’ll get you back.” She grinned and shook his hand, stating, “You got it Velaryon.” They sat down in simple peace before the call of the speakers came, the order for clean up.

Over the next week was a flurry of inebriation, hard work, escaping Cregan’s watchful eye, and shoving away the Hull twins. He’d spend his nights learning all the ways to pleasure a woman. Jace’s favorite was face first between her strong thighs, lapping and sucking. She’d get all whiny and soft on him.

Especially when he crooked his middle finger up and she made his chin slick with arousal, Jace going back in for more, rutting into his bed frantically. He made her come so many times one night she cried and held to him until the she-wolf remembered her situation and ran away.

As the days to campers arriving drew nigh, she was a staple in his bed after their romps, the pair just chatting and smoking cigarettes. Dreams, hopes, funny stories, sad stories. He felt like he’d known the Stark sister for years by now.

They never reached full penetration, Jace utterly petrified by hurting her, as much as she begged for it. Getting head was just as nice, especially when she’d get him down her throat, the male holding her distended neck and whining helplessly, balls drawing tight so damn fast.

Then the campers came. The two would bicker and shove each other when directing the others. Not to mention the inclusion of night rounds to make sure no kids were being naughty. Occasionally they’d find some kids macking against a pine but nothing serious. The leaders were the naughty ones.

It went like this all summer. Until the very last week. The send-off dance with all the staff and the tweens moving up to counselor next week. Jace was excited and decided he would ask his girl. Which wasn’t his girl but they did everything like a couple, the whole camp had picked up on it.

Jace reluctantly asked Cregan one evening. He was shaking in his shoes, “Y-you know how your sister and I can get, but, I really like h-her.” The elder Stark deadpanned, “You’ve been at it all summer, you think I can’t tell that? She likes you a lot too, go for it. I wouldn’t want any other man to have her hand for this dumbass dance.” Jace grinned and pulled Cregan into a brotherly hug, thanking him tremendously.

He would wait until later to spring the question on her. Jace may have gone a bit overboard, flowers from the woods and twigs spelling out, “Be mine?” Aly loaned some candles and he was set, waiting. The door opened to his cabin and there she stood, gorgeous as always.

She took in the surroundings and stifled a laugh, eyes wide. “W-what’s all this?,” she questioned, snorting again. Jace’s heart and smile began to fall, she seemed to dislike this. He murmured, “I asked Cregan, he doesn’t care, wanted to take ya to the dumbass dance as a last ride, c’mon?”

“You went and asked Cregan? Really? What is this? My silly engagement proposal? Fuck you Jace! We knew what this was from the beginning!,” her dark hair tossed about as she hissed again, “Don’t fucking talk to me again!”

The door slammed shut. The radio turned to some cheery disco song. Fuck Suzi Quatro. Stumblin’ in to what? A brick wall, in the trans am at 120mph. Jace, stunned, sat down on his bed. He wiped away a stupid tear, steadying himself.

“FUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUCK.”

Okay, maybe he felt better now. Jacaerys Velaryon would just have to do like he did last year, pining over a different girl then. Get blackout drunk and puke in the grass. Then get back and go way too hard on the dance floor, maybe Cassandra would let him have a squeeze. Blegh.

Jace moped his week away, some of the kids asking why he wasn’t with his ‘girlfriend’. He’d snap, “Back to the ropes course! She’s not my girlfriend!” A snap of the line and the little shits would go scrambling. Meanwhile the she-wolf ignored him utterly and completely. Not even to jab or play a trick. Nose up and eyes away, not responding to any teasing.

He tried to get her attention once and she simply crossed lean arms and stared until he got the point and shuffled away. Pure torture this was. Alyn and Addam exchanged confused glances, they had no clue on what pissed her off so bad. Addam clapped Jace’s shoulder and laughed, “Girls man! Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

But Jace worried about it, pacing his wooden floor the night of the dance, all dressed up. By that he meant a linen shirt and some nicer shorts. Luke probably had a damn silk disco top on. The brunette dabbed on some cologne, ignoring his wild hair. He hoped she went home or something.

The dance was awkward and filled with the smell of sweaty teenagers and weed. Cassandra offered a flask and said, “Looks like you need it, sorry bout’ ya girl.” Jace took the heady drink to the dome, swallowing down the burn, finishing it. He shook his head and garbled, “Sorry,” then shuffled away.

The buzz kicked in but Jace felt more moody than anything. Luke’s silk shirt did bring a slight smile to his face. Same with Cregan’s brotherly hug and promise, “She’ll come around.” But the music and happiness wasn’t seeping into his bones.

Grabbing a beer the eldest Velaryon went to his spot by the lake. It was much quieter out here, only crickets chirping, faint music emanating from the mess hall. He found his rock and sipped on the beer, stuck in his thoughts. Beer bottle still sealed by his plush lips, Jace caught a glimpse of lights over by his duplex cabin.

Taking a gulp and placing down the bottle he stared at the dim light, an aching feeling crawling up from his belly to chest. Longing. God. He was so dreadfully in love. Taking one more swig he disposed of the bottle and trudged to her side of the cabin.

The door was ajar, Blondie singing about that glass heart. Jace pushed the door open and raised his brows. There she was, pinning a banner up. Per usual the female snapped, “I wasn’t done yet you dunce!”

‘Sorry for being a bitch’

She stepped down and gestured, face aflame, “Well. Here it is.”

Jace noted the trembling in her bravado, the multiple discarded outfits, even a curling iron was steaming on a dresser. She never did her hair or wore make-up. “Are you going to say something or stare? I know I’m a piece of shit!”

Lean arms began to wrap around herself, shying away.

“No, no! Just surprised!,” Jace crawled onto the bed and pulled her to straddle him, taking in that familiar beauty. She blushed and turned her head, but little hands curled under and behind to grab his shoulders. The she-wolf murmured, “I’m really sorry— I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I freaked out. I know I’m crazy…but that was shitty. I-I’ve always held the cards?”

Jace grabbed her chin to look at her long lashes and rouged cheeks, sighing, “You are crazy. But I forgive you. A valiant effort by the way, but you always look pretty to me.” She huffed, Jace smiling and nibbling at sharp jaw. “I don’t do makeup for anyone,” the other brunette stated.

“You gonna keep talking or kiss me sweetheart?”

Stark jerked her gaze towards Jace and took charge eagerly, hands moving to grab his face. Ah great, the radio was on the Doobie Brothers. Sexy time initiated— Jace internally cringed. Their lips sealed eagerly, finding a familiar pattern before Jace licked into her mouth. He got a breathy sigh, an arch closer into his frame.

He grabbed her pretty ass and squeezed, dragging her across his already aching cock. The she-wolf gasped and whined into his maw, lapping harder afterwards, humping him desperately. Jace thumbed a sensitive pulse point on her long neck before sliding a hand under her crochet top— no bra to be found.

Now he had something to work with, both hands relocating to her tits, tweaking and pulling at sensitive buds. She yanked off the top in a flurry, going to work unbuttoning Jace’s linen shirt, kissing her way across tanned skin. He shimmied the top off to push his she-wolf into the bed, him growling at her forced moan.

He rutted into her clothed cunt, the little hotpants doing nothing to hide. Jace rumbled against her ear, “Does it feel good, letting someone else have the cards?” She stuttered a retort— gone squeak as he pulled up on the front of her shorts.

“Fuck yes it feels g-good, get ‘em off!”

Jace grinned, that pretty pussy he missed so much…wet and swollen for him. Him. Only Jace. Sliding back to her chagrin, the male unbuttoned and pushed down his shorts and boxers, heavy member dripping with arousal. Eyes hazy but determined she moaned, “That- ugh- fucking monster is going inside me. Stud.”

Jace nodded, barely catching the bottle thrown at him. He looked down and smirked, a bottle of lube sat in his calloused hands. Jace casually put it aside and hummed, “Gotta get my pretty girl ready first hm?”

The girl almost shrieked when familiar lips met eachother again, Jace lapping and suckling her clit. He sighed, “Y-you’re so fuckin’ wet baby.” She shoved him back down, thighs shaking. Jace flicked his tongue as one, two, three all eventually fit into her tight pussy. Sloppy noises outweighed the background drift of music.

Stark cried and shivered, “Ah-haaah, Jace, fuuuck! Another, Jus’ one more! So close.” He could almost cum right then at her broken voice. Easing a pinky inside, she gasped and shuddered, coming undone when Jace flicked the sensitive spot under the hood of her clit and fucked all fingers up in the way she liked.

“Jace! Jace! Fucking god!,” she hollered.

He kept his mouth wide open for her gush of arousal, moaning and slurping eagerly, until she whimpered and shied backwards. Jace simply took his essence covered hand and jacked his cock a couple of times. He eyed her sated look and asked, “Still want this baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she rasped, legs wide open, cunt twitchy and still shining with arousal.

Jace slathered himself further down with the KY, even taking time to work her stretched opening, earning the cutest little noises. Now pressed on top, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, they stared intensely. She thumbed his cheek and murmured, “I really, really care for you Jacaerys. M’sorry for freaking out. I could probably spare this for later but,” he kissed her gently, hands smoothing up and down soft skin.

“S’okay, I promise, I care for you so much. Now just relax, we both gotta make this work okay?”

Another kiss and Jace led the heavy blunt tip to her soaked entrance. Oh god. He can’t believe this was happening. He tucked his cheek next to the fellow brunette to listen for anything, lacing fingers with her own. It was a big stretch, her panting going hoarse as the first few inches slid in.

Fucking hell. She was like Heaven, so tight n’ silky hot. She gasped, “K-keep goin’ Jacaerys, c’mon.” Soon the fattest part of his length was deep inside, cockhead nearing her cervix. One more push and they were snug as possible— joined completely. In a sweaty tangle of limbs, half-mewling cursed and sweet words.

She kissed him deeply, licking into Jace’s mouth, sighing, “I can feel you, hell, so ah deep.” He could feel it too, the lump in her lower belly. Puffing softly he asked, “Can I? Can I try?” Another peck to sweeten the deal.

“Go for it stud, be gentle.”

He slid back inch by agonizing inch, mouth open with helpless moans of her name. Every inch of her cunt was pulling along him, wanting to suck back in. Then gathering his wits, Jace forced himself up, the she-wolf mewling in glee. Unsteady at first, Jace developed a good pace, sweat dripping down his back, and god knows what leaving his mouth.

She scratched and cried at his shoulders, legs wrapped tight around slim hips. She warbled, “S’good, only you, only you stud, fucking me so good.” Jace’s hips stuttered at that, picking up the pace before he blew from her just being…sexy. Soft slick noises developed into full-on slaps and squeals.

Jace rambled, “Tight- s’tight- ohgodyoursoperfect! Ohhh-only mine!”

He was falling apart fast, balls tight and nerves on fire to bust a nut. She swirled lithe fingers around where they were joined then to her clit, crying and carrying on. Jace rapturously watched— her fingers, their copulation, the belly bulge. In a frenzy he pulled out with a load groan, painting her legs and the bed with loads of spunk.

Unable to catch his breath, Jace flopped onto his belly, leg still woven with his girl’s. The pair rested for a minute, music filling the peaceful void. A raspy voice and warm body curled over to him, her nosing his hair. Practically purring she cooed, “Couldn’t have been better. Too sweet. They make you Velaryon’s different.”

Jace huffed a laugh, rolling her onto his belly, “Was is good enough you’ll call or write me when we go off? If I remember…that stuffy girl’s school isn’t too far from mine.”

Her sculpted lips curled upward, “A hop and a skip they say. Gotta get the lads from somewhere. I’ll be around.”

He grinned and squeezed her. Damn Starks.

#asks answered #au bingo #summer camp!au #jace velaryon x reader #stark!reader #jace velaryon smut #hotd smut

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koipalm · 7 months

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sv inuyasha au

“...Maybe you should have waited before barging in.”

“How was I to know!?” Shen Yuan screams from his high perch. His foot slips and he scrambles for a better grip on the rock as Liu Qingge makes an aborted motion forward. He’s currently hanging from a ledge, where a particularly pecky raven demon had dropped him after seeing him in her nest. What, it wasn’t his fault he was there, was it? It was just that one of the little chicks was going to swallow one of the jewel shards and he wanted to get there before it transformed!! Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe might not have had any qualms against killing a baby, but he very much did, thank you!! His morals haven’t deserted him completely yet!!!!

Nevertheless, he’s left hanging from an increasingly perilous ridge as his skirt flutters in the wind. Really, that’s just the cherry on top, huh? Not only is Binghe off fighting the engorged mother Raven (who just had to inhale the Jewel shard) so he can’t jump up and grab him, but he’s going to be flashing Liu Qingge of all people. Ah, what a fantastic day.

Looking down, he can see Liu Qingge averting his gaze hastily, probably in disgust. Shen Yuan promises it’s not his fault, okay?? His sister bribed him into cosplaying for her before he came here, and it’s not like he has another change of clothes on him!!

Visibly gritting his teeth, Liu Qingge shouts up at him without looking, “You’re going to have to jump!”

“I AM NOT JUMPING!” Shen Yuan all but screams. “I will splatter on the ground, Liu-shidi! I am not some godly demon that can just land on his feet!!”

He can see Liu Qingge roll his eyes. Bitch!?

“I will catch you!”

“How are you going to catch me without looking!?”

Shen Yuan braves another glance down, but the vertigo makes him dizzy and he grips his bloody fingers tighter on the slim ledge.

“Just-” Liu Qingge cuts himself off when he looks up again, a rougher flush lighting up his handsome features, before shaking his head resolutely and staring up at him again. “Just trust me, okay? I’ll catch you. I promise.”

Shen Yuan squeezes his eyes shut. Oh god, his heart is beating even harder!! Why does he trust this fighting-obsessed idiot? Is he really going to do this? Just… let go and trust Liu Qingge to catch him? He risks another glance down, only to see his Liu-shidi staring at him, flushed and brazen and faithful.

Oh, god.

Another breath, and he lets go.

A small scream escapes his throat before it’s smothered by the rushing air. His stomach is left behind, and he curls up like a pill bug in the air, awaiting impact. His breath is torn out of his chest by a sudden collision from the side, and strong arms wrap around him, pressing him firmly into Liu Qingge’s chest.

He can feel Liu Qingge hit the ground, skidding to a stop on one knee as he holds him tighter. Liu Qingge pants into Shen Yuan’s ear, huffing out a pained groan.

#posting like this because im trying to figure out image descriptions and i have no idea how to format it for screenshots. so #my writing #liushen #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #liu qingge #i love liushen btw. if you couldnt tell #THIS WAS FROM 2019.... i like to think im a good writer. it helps that sy is that dramatic #BTW all of these are snippets.... you will likely not get much from me

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spookysprings · 9 months

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what would the spooky month demon au be about? Are you gonna use some of the canon lore and incorporate it into your au?

Do you have any designs at hand? 👀

I DO I DO!!! If you scroll down my page you should be able to see them! Also- for the lore thing… kinda? I do have like- hcs I have of them already lemme get them out!!!

Name: Lila

Demon type: shape shifter type

Height: 8ft

Abilities:

* Shape shifting

* Sharp teeth

* Very fast

* Can jump high

* Teleport

* Hearing is so damn good

* Stealth

Weakness:

* blind

* Tiny anger issues

* A bit oblivious lawl

* Easily jealous

Personality:

At first, lila seems to be an unapproachable demon due to her tall and slightly menacing appearance. But, she’s really a sweet and caring person as long as a loving hard working mother and wife. She tends to put her duties and responsibilities before herself at times but she most definitely puts her loved ones before anything or anyone. She has slight overprotective issues. Threats that come to her family and friends immediately make her feel enraged and she’ll attack to protect and defend the ones she holds close. She can also get quite jealous when someone gets too close to her partners.

Name: Eugene/Skid’s father

Demon type: goopy ghost type

Height: 5’9

Abilities:

* can turn into fog/mist

* He can switch from mist to having legs

* Can distort his face and body in horrific ways

* Summoning lil demons/minions

* Ghost shit idk

* Levitation

* If he has legs, everywhere he steps will make flowers grow/die based on mood

Weakness:

* normally goopy, which gets sticky and messy

* Easily jealous

* Emotional attachments to those he considers close

* Gargoyles

* Cramped in small spaces

Personality:

Eugene is normally a snarky, sassy, charismatic person, practically eye candy to most. Though, when you first met him he tends to keep to himself. He won’t deal with your bullshit and definitely is easily angered when someone is not doing their god damn job. Though, he is a bit kinder to people he considers “close friends.” He tends to pick and choose who to not like and torture, sometimes it’s completely random, or for a reason. But, when it comes to people he loves, he grows extremely attached to them. He treats his partners like Gods/Goddesses. He practically worships them. Some might say he was “malewife” material. He was a lovely father, kind, sweet, and caring. Basically spoils his kids with his attention and love. Though, Eugene has a bit of a distaste for other children that are not his own, the reason behind this is unknown. He gets easily jealous like his wife, Lila. Which tends to make him overprotective. He tends to shut himself out and prefers to bottle his feelings up until he’s alone, which unfortunately caused him some problems.

(Basically how I hc they are but demon)

#spooky month #spooky month sr pelo #skids dad #spooky month dad #spooky pride month #spooky month skid dad #spooky month lila #skid's dad #spooky month au #spooky month demon au

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cartoons

comfort characters

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ENA

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Sonic

Marvel

DHMIS

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Gorecore

Softie

Animecore

Babycore

Kidcore

Nostalgiacore

My Comfort Characters💖

ENA (Season 1/Dream BBQ)

Moony, Shepherd, Hourglass Dogs (ENA Season 1)

Oggy, Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Kirby, Meta Knight (Kirby)

Orbulon, Ashley, Kat & Ana, Penny, 9-Volt (Warioware)

Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Shy, Little Miss Tiny, Little Miss Splendid (Little Misses)

Mr Happy (Mr Men)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks, Gary, Mr Krabs, Pearl Krabs, Karen, Plankton, Mindy (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll, Keroppi, Fifi, Mimmy, Mama White, Papa White, Grandma White, Grandpa White, Julianna Scott, Chococat, Gudetama (Sanrio)

My Melody, Kuromi, My Sweet Piano (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Mr Quiet, Mr Scatterbrain, Little Miss Giggles, Mr Funny (Mr Men Show)

Skid, Pump, Lila, Jaune, Robert, John, Bob Velseb, Streber (Spooky Month)

Luigi (Mario/Super Mario Movie/DIC Cartoons)

Mario, Yoshi (Mario/DIC Cartoons)

Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Toad, Wario, Bowser Jr, Lumas, Boo, King Boo, Count Bleck, Tippi (Mario)

Watt, Bow (Paper Mario)

Bowser (Mario/Super Mario Movie)

Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Brave and The Bold/Nolanverse/Fear State/Arkham Knight/Arkham Asylum/Injustice 2/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Tim Sale)

BF, GF, Tabi, Hex, Carol, QT, Sarvente, Ruv, Rasazy, Selever, Sunday, Pom Pom, Boy and Girl, Nikusa, Solazar, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Rascal, Dr Springheel (Friday Night Funkin)

SCP-049, SCP-053, SCP-999, SCP-131 (SCP)

Edd, Tom, Tord, Matt, Matilda, Zanta, Eduardo, Ringo (Eddsworld)

Slender Man, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Lulu, Sally Williams, Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Chudd Chudders, The Earl, DangerGrid Of Doom, T-Bone (Skatoony)

Numbuh 3, Numbuh 5, Mushi Sanban, Maurice, Father, Monty Uno, Delightful Children From Down The Lane, Interesting Twins From Beneath The Mountain (Kids Next Door)

Chikn Nuggit, Cheezborger, Slushi, Cofi, Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Lost Silver, Strangled Red (Pokèpasta)

Pikachu, Jigglypuff, Eevee, Darkrai, Pichu, Jirachi, Manaphy, Sylveon, Iris, Alice, Alicia, Mew, Lucario, Riolu, Buneary, Dwebble, Emolga, Axew, Minccino, Cinccino, Cosmog, Piplup, Torchic, Ralts, Togepi, Pawmi, Mudkip, Latios, Latias, Celebi, Swablu, Altaria, Quaxly (Pokémon)

Hypno (Pokémon/Poképasta)

Sonic, Tails (Sonic/AOSTH/Movie)

Amy Rose, Dr Eggman, Orbot, Cubot, Vector, Zavok, Zazz, Chip, Cream, Chao, Tails Doll, Sage, Vanilla (Sonic)

Hat Kid, Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Colin The Computer, Sketchbook, Bread Mother, Electracey, Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Rayman (Rayman/Animated Series/Captain Laserhawk)

Globox, Grand Minimus (Rayman)

Riddler, Catwoman, Penguin, Ragdoll (DC/The Batman Series)

MX (Mario.EXE)

Lucas (Mario 85)

Mario.EXE, Coronation Day Peach (Mario.EXE/Mario's Madness)

Sayori, Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Soft Boyfriend, Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft)

Grim Reaper, Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

The Question, Huntress (Justice League Unlimited)

Bendy (Bendy and The Dark Revival)

4, X, Cake, Lollipop (BFB)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli, Kapuna-Wa, Pasadena O'Possum, N-Gin, Crash Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

N, Cyn (Murder Drones)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer, Rosie, Fat Nuggets, Velvette, Keekee, Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Asmodeus, Collin, Fizzarolli, Paimon, Queen Bee-Zlebub, Octavia, Vortex, Loona, Oliver (Helluva Boss)

Bubble, Ice Cube (Battle For Dream Island)

Mad Hatter, Baby Doll, Ventriloquist and Scarface, Alice (DC/BTAS)

Joker (DC/BTAS/The Batman Series)

Ochaco Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Eijirou Kirishima, Momo Yaoyorozu, Inko Midoriya, Mirio Togata, Eri, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Hawks, Tenya Ida, Kota Izumi, Shota Aizawa, Ms Joke, Ordinary Woman, Spinner (My Hero Academia)

Sammy Lawrence, Boris, Tom, Allison Angel (BATIM)

Flaky, Sniffles, Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Asriel, Alphys, Napstablook (Undertale)

Mugman, Devil, Baroness Von Bon Bon, Ms Chalice, Sally Stageplay (Cuphead Show)

Majin Sonic

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Wall-E, EVE (Wall-E)

Mr Shark, Mrs Tarantula, Diane Foxington, Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Elvira Mistress Of The Dark

Grogu, The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki, Kiyoshi, Yellow Hemka, Blue Hemka, Light Blue Hemka, Pink Hemka, Raspberry Hemka (Hanazuki)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Miraitowa, Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascots)

Lex Woods, Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Charles Calvin, Right Hand Man, Reginald Copperbottom, Dmitri Petrov, Ellie Rose (Henry Stickmin)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Kissy, Baby Rox, Capt Squirk, Tomba, Dr Strangeglove, Fifi, Suey, Holga, Luvli (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use, Luther (Needlem0use)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Sun, Moon, Circus Baby (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Perrito, Jack Horner, Three Diablos, Death (Puss In Boots)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, Rarity, Discord, Princess Celestia, Flurry Heart, Ocellus, Silverstream, Thorax (My Little Pony)

Shuey Rhon Rhon, Bing Dwen Dwen (Beijing 2022 Winter Mascots)

Snorky, Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Spot The Dog

Meilin Lee, Abby Park (Turning Red)

Lord X, Curse, NormalCD, Hog (EXE)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Shirousa, Kurousa, Strawberryusa, Blueberryusa, Momousa, Vanilla, Pandausa, Balletusa, Primausa, Pandausa, Aousa (Sugarbunnies)

Pusheen The Cat

Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Meggy, Melony, Axol, Tari, Karen (SMG4)

Jevil, Ralsei (Deltarune)

King Shark (DC/Harley Quinn Series)

Secret History Tails, Secret History Mario (mashed)

Mama, Yuto, Ichigo, Natasha (Cooking Mama)

NOS-4-A2, XR, Zurg (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Moon Knight, Mr Knight (Moon Knight)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

505, White Hat, Demencia (Villainous)

Pipsqueak, Grammy Norma (The Lorax)

Humf, Uncle Hairy, Flora (Humf)

Harley Quinn (DC/Harley Quinn Series/Injustice 2)

Komasan, Komajiro, Whisper (Yo-Kai Watch)

Kissy Missy, Candy Cat, Bunzo Bunny, Boogie Bot (Poppy Playtime)

F, P, Y (Alphabet Lore)

Lightbulb, Bow/Bot, Paintbrush, MePad, Candle, Clover, Silver Spoon, Goo (Inanimate Insanity)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Trixie, Mrs Potato Head, Buttercup, Little Green Men, Slinky Dog, Bonnie, Bunny and Ducky, Dolly (Toy Story)

King Candy, Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin (Vocaloids)

Holly, Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy, Scooby Doo, Fred, Madelyn Dinkley (Scooby Doo)

Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Peridot, Greg, Lapis Lazuli, Rainbow Quartz (Steven Universe)

Gingy (Shrek)

Mike, Sulley, Boo (Monsters Inc)

Tuffy, Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck, Della Duck, Lena Sabrewing, Manny the Gargoyle (Ducktales(2017)

Lilo, Stitch, Angel, Pleakley (Lilo & Stitch)

Roy (ROY Series)

Chiaki Nanami, Korekiyo Shinguji, Monokuma, Monomi/Usami (Danganronpa)

Giulia Marcovaldo, Luca (Luca)

Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden, Moominpappa, Moominmamma, Snufkin, Snork, Joxter, Ms Fillyjonk (Moomins)

Po, Laa-Laa (Teletubbies)

Isabelle, Rover, Timmy & Tommy (Animal Crossing)

Woolly & Tig

Anya Forger, Loid, Yor, Bond (Spy X Family)

Winner, Price Tag (BFB/TPOT)

Jack Skellington, Sally, Zero, Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Mio Mao

Pac-Man, Inky (Pac-Man)

Garfield, Odie (Garfield)

Toothless, Astrid, Valka, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Cloudjumper (HTTYD)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair (Wednesday Series)

Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Antonio, Bruno (Encanto)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Unikitty, Puppycorn (Unikitty Series)

Charlie, Pim (Smiling Friends)

Apple Blossom, Kooky Cookie, Dum Mee Mee, Sippy Sips, Choc & Chip, Milk Bud, Spilt Milk, Jessicake, Donatina, Buncho Bananas, Peppa Mint (Shopkins)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Toph, Uncle Iroh, Suki, Momo (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

David Jones, Zoe Kusama, Samuel King, Cathy King, Eduardo Ramirez, Amy Young, Sunny, Maddie O'Malley, Charles Dupont, Margaret Littlewood, Alessia Dupont (Criminal Case)

Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Clarabelle Cow (Mickey Mouse)

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep/Timmy Time)

Mittens, Otus, Apricot (Timmy Time)

Captain N, Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

Pocoyo, Nina (Pocoyo)

Emily Elephant, Zuzu & Zaza Zebra, Rebecca Rabbit, Edmond Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Sam & Max

Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa, Davy Jones (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

King Koopa (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Hades (Hercules)

Jafar, Iago, Genie (Aladdin)

Chowder, Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Heisenberg, Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil: Village)

Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, King, Willow, Raine Whispers, Willow, Emperor Belos, Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Hank J Wimbleton, Tricky, Sanford, Deimos, Jebus, Happiness Hank (Madness Combat)

Dr Krankcase, Tessa, Mags, Eye Brawl, Flynn, Hugo (Skylanders)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Kedamono (Popee The Perfomer)

Mao Mao, Adorabat, Badgerclops, Shin Mao, Eugene (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare On Elm Street)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Penny Fitzgerald (The Amazing World Of Gumball)

Red Hood, Green Arrow (DC/Injustice 2)

Chuck, Matilda, Leonard Mudbeard, Courtney, Zeta, Debbie (Angry Birds)

Onion Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Clover Cookie, Cream Puff Cookie, Parfait Cookie, Squid Ink Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie, Cherry Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu (Demon Slayer)

Starfire (DC/Teen Titans)

Melody, Ursula, Sebastian (The Little Mermaid)

Frankie Stein, Dracalaura, Abbey Bominable, Catty Noir, Twyla (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter, Kitty Cheshire, Crystal Winter, Lizzie Hearts, Bunny Blanc (Ever After High)

Victor Creel, Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Nikki, Nerris, Ered, Max, Gwen (Camp Camp)

Mr Stitchy, Clowny (PIGGY)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Screech, Seek (DOORS)

Pixie, Brutus, Lola, Hugo (Pixie & Brutus Series)

Mike(+ Svetlana, Manitoba Smith, Mal), Zoey, Cameron, Jasmine, Izzy, Chris McLean (Total Drama)

Bubbles, HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Joe Swanson, Jasper (Family Guy)

Cleveland Brown (Family Guy/The Cleveland Show)

Bart Simpson, Maggie Simpson, Krusty The Clown, June Bellamy, Groundskeeper Willie, Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Bugs Bunny, Tweety Pie, Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Wallace, Wendolene Ramsbottom, Lady Tottington, Hutch, Feathers McGraw (Wallace & Gromit)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Cesaire, Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie (Miraculous Ladybug)

Skeletor, Orko (He-Man)

Margaret The Mole, Felix The Fish (Andy's Apple Farm)

Komi Shouko, Najimi Osana, Tadano Hitohito, Komi Shuuko (Komi Can't Communicate)

Claire Foley (Professor Layton)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Peni Parker (Into The Spider Verse)

Emily, Percy (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Bambi, Thumper, Faline (Bambi)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Bjorn, Splork, Kat Tut (Peggle)

Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Clopin Trouillefou, Hugo, Victor & Laverne, Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Nigel Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Pinocchio, Figaro, Honest John, Gideon (Pinocchio(1940s)

Lumiere, Fifi, Chip (Beauty & The Beast)

Captain Hook, Smee (Peter Pan)

Panda, Grizzly Bear, Ice Bear (We Bare Bears/We Baby Bears)

Jared (We Baby Bears)

Chloe, Agent Trout (We Bare Bears)

Klaus Heisler (American Dad)

Winnie The Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Piglet, Roo, Rabbit, Kanga (Winnie The Pooh)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Mog, Owl (Meg & Mog)

Kronk, Kuzco, Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Peep (Peep & The Big Wide World)

Trixie & Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B Beagle (Welcome Home)

Peppino, Noise, Vigilante, Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Shaun The Sheep

Rocky, Babs, Mrs Tweedy (Chicken Run)

Betina, Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Lucy Loud, Luan Loud, Lynn Loud (The Loud House)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Master Crane, Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

Rita Malone, Spike (Flushed Away)

Lumalee, Giuseppe (Super Mario Movie)

Bowser (Mario/Super Mario Movie)

Tune (Object Mayhem)

Dr Facilier, Tiana, Charlotte (Princess and The Frog)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Venom/Eddie Brock (Marvel/Venom Movie)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger, Maurie (Ty The Tasmanian Tiger)

Karen McCormick, Butters (South Park)

Shelly (Brawl Of The Objects)

Cruella De Vil, Lucky (101 Dalmatians)

Molly (Milly, Molly)

Medic, Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Lefty Sonic (Five Nights At Sonic's)

Dumbo

Woodstock, Linus Van Pelt (Peanuts)

Gizmo (Gremlins)

Evil Queen, Snow White, Dopey (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Jaq (Cinderella)

Jason Voorhess, Pamela Voorhees (Friday The 13th)

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface, Chop Top Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Tootie, Plex (Yo Gabba Gabba)

Knuckles, Tom Wachowski, Dr Robotnik (Sonic Movie)

Parappa, Sunny (Parappa The Rapper)

Viridi (Kid Icarus)

Rick (Rick and Morty)

Bluey, Bingo, Chilli, Bandit, Socks, Muffin, Radley, Frisky, Lila, Pom Pom, Calypso, Rusty (Bluey)

Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury, Artemis, Luna, Diana (Sailor Moon)

Mushu (Mulan)

Drakken (Kim Possible)

Noddy, Dinah Doll, Fuse, Naughticorns, Pat Pat (Noddy)

Arnold (Hey Arnold)

Wally (Where's Waldo(90s Series)

Major Dr Ghastly, General Skarr (Evil Con Carne)

Jenny Wakeman (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Mama Imelda (Coco)

Ortensia The Cat

Pops, Eileen, Hi Five Ghost (Regular Show)p

Doc Ock, Vulture, Electro, Shocker, Tinkerer, Aunt May (Spectacular Spider Man)

Kratos (God Of War)

Ghoul (DC/Batman Beyond)

Anne Boonchuy, Sprig Plantar, King Andrias, Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright, Hop Pop Plantar, Olivia (Amphibia)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Cyan Fitzgerald (Todd McFarlane's Spawn Series)

Goku, Vegeta, Chichi, Krillin (Dragon Ball Z)

Courage, Katz, Le Quack, Freaky Fred, Muriel, Kitty, Bunny, Computer (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Favourite Music Genres

Pop

Remix

Aesthetic

Favourite Celebrities

Robert Englund

Charles Martinet

Tom Kenny

Tara Strong

Greg Eagles

Mel Winkler

Jeffrey Combs

Grey DeLisle

Richard Horvitz

Keith David

Bill Nye

Justin Fletcher

Harry Hill

Joey D'Auria

Wendie Malick

Kevin Michael Richardson

Frank Welker

Mark Hamill

Clancy Brown

Michael Rosen

Marty Grabstein

Paul Schoeffler

Elsie Lovelock

Awkwafina

Favourite YouTubers

Jaiden Animations

Dawko

Brandon Rogers

Fluffle Puff

atsuover

WolfyChu

SweetoToons

Nicky Tate

Katie Ryan

Rosanna Pansino

RRcherrypie

VanillaHamHam

Genieland

Emirichu

GinjaNinjaOwO

jacknjellify

AnimationEpic

SMG4

GLITCH

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

DAGAMES

CG5

CK9C

Ashley Nichols Art

VanossGaming

Favourite Musicians🎶

Daft Punk

Michael Jackson

Friends✨️

RME/REU Music Channel

Kristers Viļums

Janet HQ

Zer0_Gacha

Blazeplayz

Mr Knight/moonknight426

[]Kiara cutie❤️[]

•Marializ•

king of creepypasta

DylanTheSpiderWolf

Kitty Ashley

NashiroThePenguin

🎆Añćä🎆

☆ Prince Pill

°•[PDC_FOREVER]•°

Welp I'm Spooky

Marc martinez the su?c!de mouse fan

Jester KingSonic/Hedgehog Friend

SSGSS Marioftw

🦋Amanda the hedgehog🦋

That1fnffan Official

King_dice3245

e/.anormalhuman

Jay productions

Kins

SpongeBob SquarePants

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Numbuh 3 (Kids Next Door)

Soft Boyfriend, Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft)

Ms Chalice (Cuphead Show)

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit)

Curse (Sonic.EXE)

Luigi (Mario)

Wall-E

ENA (Season 1)

Snorkmaiden (Moomin)

Skid & Pump (Spooky Month)

Tails (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Snork (Moominvalley/Moomin)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

My F/Os💗

ENA (Dream BBQ)

Luigi, Bowser (Mario)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Hades (Hercules)

Harley Quinn (DC/Harley Quinn Series/Injustice 2)

Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Fear State/Nolanverse/Brave & Bold/Arkham Asylum/Arkham Knight/Injustice 2/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Tomorrowverse/Harley Quinn Series)

Ragdoll, Penguin, Riddler (DC/The Batman Series)

MX (Mario.EXE)

SCP-049 (SCP)

Claude Frollo (The Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Bender (Futurama)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Eijiro Kirishima, Hawks, Toga Himiko, Dabi, Tenya Ida, Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Zavok, Zazz (Sonic)

Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Peppino, Vigilante (Pizza Tower)

Mad Hatter (DC/Batman The Animated Series)

Joker (DC/Batman The Animated Series/The Batman Series)

Tabi, Garcello (Friday Night Funkin)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Drakken (Kim Possible)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Blitzø, Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Alastor, Zestial (Hazbin Hotel)

Venom/Eddie Brock (Venom Movie)

Strangled Red (Pokèpasta)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Dr Facilier (Princess and The Frog)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Doc Ock, Electro, Shocker, Vulture (Spectacular Spider Man)

Chris McLean, Izzy (Total Drama)

NOS-4-A2, Zurg, Ty Parsec (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

Fandoms I'm In

Super Mario

Sonic The Hedgehog (+ Movie)

Kirby (+ Right Back At Ya)

DCAU

Arkhamverse

Nolanverse

Audio Adventures

Harley Quinn Series

Injustice 2

Welcome Home

Pizza Tower

Sugary Spire

South Park

We Bare Bears (+ We Baby Bears)

Scooby Doo

Jurassic World

The Mandalorian

Ratchet & Clank

The Bad Guys

Happy Tree Friends

SpongeBob SquarePants (+ Musical)

Criminal Case

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (Disney)

Parappa The Rapper

Five Nights At Freddy's

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Aladdin

Hercules

Epic Mickey

Legend Of Zelda

Captain N The Game Master

Sam & Max

Bluey

Willy's Wonderland

Alice In Wonderland

Transformers

Sanrio

Pokémon

Mandela Catalogue

Creepypasta

Poképasta

SCP

Friday Night Funkin (+ Mods)

Puss In Boots

Backrooms

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banban-ana-rt · 5 months

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I present to you "Jam", she is an oc from @spookyhellpark au, she is a guardian angel who is in charge of taking care of Skid and Pump, she is quite distracted by watching the demons on earth and especially on Halloween because like Skid and Pump love Halloween a lot so that's why they tend to end up in trouble many times, but turning out fine in the end.

I recommend you go take a look at the AU, I'm quite interested in the concept and since I know the creator of the idea I was quite excited to make a character that could be part of that universe.

#south park #hell park #hellpark au #spooky month #spooky month au #oc #hell park oc #south park oc #spooky month oc #original character #art #skid and pump #spooky month skid #spooky month pump #spooky in the hell #spooky in the hell AU

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transskywardsword · 3 months

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Pertaining to Demon Kings

eeeeyyyyy after ages, it's finally here, the second official chapter of Heroes Gate, which is a Ghirahim's pov chapter. Ghirahim has been an absolute JOY to write, he is so mean. so mean. If you haven't read the first chapter of Heroes Gate, Dawning, I'd HIGHLY recommend you do so. You can read it and the other drabbles for heroes gate here on ao3. if you are interested in the AU as a whole, more info on it can be found here!

*note: ghirahim, yuga, and zant are not present in this au's version of hyrule warriors, as even in an au abt time line shenanigans that's just too much for my brain

also, shout out to the zelda name drop, we'll be crossing over with zelda's universe soon! @thebleedingeffect asked to be tagged when this came out, if anyone one else would like to be added to a tag list just lmk!

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The spirit floated in the sheer gossamer of nonexistence, an oil spill across black waters, a splatter of emotion and vague consciousness, not enough to think but enough to rage. It had been thrown there when the filthy flesh creature attempted to butcher its Master, sealing away his divine being at the last moment, some sick mockery of mercy. In the crack between the Sacred Realm and the Realm of Reality, its anger raged on, vicious and violent. It consumed its very being, till all that was left of a once proud vessel was a puddle of fury. There was no time in the void, no thoughts, nothing but an all-consuming need to scratch and bite and maul, to rip the flesh creature limb from limb and baptize its Master in the damn thing’s blood. The thing’s screams would serve as a blessed hymn as its Master rose, and when they were finally silenced, it would revel in the decay and rot. That image was the closest it came to concrete thought, and it thought of it often.

It was dimly surprised when a noise broke through the black absence of creation. There was no sound in nonexistence, no sound or taste or touch, just rage.

There came the sound again. Its eyes moved behind its eyelids—since when did it have eyelids? Since when had it been aware enough to question if it had anything?

It focused on the eyelids, twitched them, and marveled at how they responded to its commands. It moved its closed eyes, flickering them back and forth, and felt the muscle move. They weren’t supposed to—nothing moved in the void. So how could—

There came the sound again. A command? A name?

Did it have a name? Its Master had called it something once, blessed it with a title, but it couldn’t seem to remember. Remember—was it capable of remembering? It remembered the touch of its Master’s firm, fiery scales, remembered the hotness of the flesh creature’s blood, remembered the pulse of the Spirit Maiden under his fingers—

Fingers. Fingers? He had fingers?

There came that noise again. It was, frankly, quite annoying. He wanted it to shut up, and twitched his lips, ready to tell it to. Lips, lips, lips…

He had been proud of his lips, his face, the body his Master gave him the honor of sculpting. The Goddess Sword never changed her form, but his Master had gifted him with a freedom the Goddess, that holy bitch, never did.

Ghirahim opened his eyes.

A trio of white, smooth faces leaned over him in his frame of vision. They each had only one eye, red and piercing—a mask? A mask. The masked trio whispered to each other in a rough language Ghirahim knew well. The eye upon their faces mocked him, its bloody teardrop so bitterly familiar.

Sheikah. The Goddess’s loyal dogs come to finish him off. A black, metallic hand shot out and wrapped around the first Sheikah’s neck—a hand, his hand, black and smooth, his final form, his most natural state— and squeezed.

Grind-crunch-snap

The Sheikah went still as its neck buckled and crumbled under Ghirahim’s steel grip. Ghirahim threw the body to the side, and it rolled, skidding across the floor and coming to a stop on its stomach, legs splayed around it like a forgotten toy. Ghirahim rose to his feet, towering over the other Sheikah, who scuttled back. One raised a sickle, the other a demon carver, barking orders in their language. Ghirahim followed orders from one person and one person only, and the Sky Child had locked him away where he thought no one would ever find him. Foolish. Ghirahim would always find his Master, would raise him from the ashes of the Surface and the Sky, would make him a feast from the Sky Child’s blood and bone.

“Halt!” one Sheikah called, voice muffled by her mask, and Ghirahim quickly silenced her with a flick of his wrist and a shower of daggers, each ripping through her uniform like a burning knife through butter. Ghirahim grinned. It felt good to grin. It felt good to see the blood pooling, darkening her red uniform from crimson to rust, and it felt good to hear the gurgle of someone drowning in their own blood after who knew how long in that pit of nonexistence. He breathed in deeply. The smell of fear and blood and the Sheikah’s guts meeting air as they spilled across her feet was familiar and invigorating.

He was alive, and once he disposed of these protectors of Hylia he was going to track down Link and make him wish he’d left the Goddess’ Vessel to rot on the Surface and never came face to face with Ghirahim. Deafening him on his own screams, strangling him with his own small intestine—that was child’s play compared to what Ghirahim would do to him. They would invent new words just to describe the agony Ghirahim was going to carve into the man, would run out of ways to label the sounds Ghirahim would force from him.

The third Sheikah dropped their demon carver and scrambled back, shaking like an autumn leaf as they begged for—for something. Ghirahim couldn’t be bothered to care. They switched between language after language: Sheikah, some strange dialect of Hylian, then even older, darker languages that no pet of the Goddess would ever be permitted to learn.

Interesting. But not interesting enough.

“Please—” The Sheikah said, their tongue stumbling as they tried to speak, “We mean you no—”

Ghirahim moved forward, lightning fast, and the Sheikah shrieked. They were surprisingly light as Ghirahim wrapped a metal hand around their throat and lifted, the pathetic creature kicking and wheezing as Ghirahim drew them to his face. They clawed at their neck, trying to pray Ghirahim’s fingers apart, and Ghirahim laughed, his voice shrill and loud.

“Where are they?” He hissed, face inches from the Sheikah’s mask.

“Wh—wh—”

“The Spirit Maiden, her dog, and the Hero. Where is Link?”

“It worked,” a voice behind them breathed. It was nasally, with a heavy Sheikah accent. “It worked!”

The second time they spoke, their voice shook with excitement, and Ghirahim bit back an annoyed snarl. He spun on his heels, and threw the sniveling creature in his hand at the speaker, who lunged out of the way. It was dressed differently than the three Sheikah who now lay bleeding and broken across the floor, its clothing more ornate and detailed, mask painted with greater care, with a wide stomach and short legs. The Sheikah bowed at the waist, his mask nearly brushing his knees, arms swept wide.

“Lord Ghirahim. A pleasure.”

Ghirahim fluttered his fingers, and the obsidian sword he was so fond of blinked into existence. A sword’s favorite sword.

“Wait!” The Sheikah hurried back to an upright position. “It would be a shame to die after going through all the effort to summon you,” he said, with surprisingly little fear in his voice. Hm.

Ghirahim raised his sword, pointing the blade down his arm towards the man’s girthy middle.

“Where is your Hero.” Despite the words, it was clear that this was a demand, not a question.

“That is a tricky question at the moment.” The Sheikah said. “Which one? I think we’re up to twelve now.”

“… What?”

“Please, Lord Ghirahim, sit. I’ll bring you a chair, and we can discuss this like civilized people over some banana chips. Footsoldier Ere—”

“On it, Master!”

Ghirahim lowered his blade. The Sheikah (master?) wasn’t a threat (couldn’t be a threat, not against the likes of him) and had proven to be interesting enough to earn himself a few extra seconds before Ghirahim sliced open his rather girthy middle. Ghirahim finally took the time to take in the room around him. Likely underground, given the rough-hewn stone walls, rocky ground, and wetness in the air. Slips of spell paper and magic charms littered hastily painted red walls. What appeared to be cheap, chalky paint made a ridiculously childish, yet detailed outline of the Gate of Time on the ground beneath where Ghirahim stood. The Sheikah Master stood at the head of the summoning gate, and at his feet was a tome, unlike anything Ghirahim had seen in a long, long time.

The Goddess of Time had stayed neutral in Demise’s war of glorious destruction, which, to the Demon God, might as well of been the same as pledging her undying support to the Goddess Hylia. The pathetic creature had been nothing compared to his Master, her insistence on never raising a finger in support of either side making it all too easy to grind her into the blood and gore of the very battle fields she ignored. After Demise had left her bruised and broken and bleeding, she had turned her back on the realm of the living entirely, retreating to the Sacred Realm to her older sisters, begging the Golden Three to hide her from the big, mean demons, as if her sniveling insistence of neutrality hadn’t brought it upon herself.

Ghirahim had found the idea of the Guardian of Time quaint. A full-grown goddess couldn’t handle the heat, so she, what, brought out a subordinate to watch the world for her? Go and lick her wounds in the Sacred Realm while some other, lesser lifeform did her job for her?

It was so pathetic that it was almost adorable.

Ghirahim never met the Time Guardian, not face to face, but he had seen her across the battlefield from her place of neutral observation, had felt the sheer magic that dripped from her pink and white robes, the divine power that soaked into the ground around her, the time magic so thick that it was palpable. She had carried such a tome in her hands, but that one had been shiny and new, the gold leaf glowing and ink still wet—this one was tarnished, powerful but pox-marked by time.

Hm.

“Where am I?” Ghirahim asked, narrowing his white eyes at the Sheikah man. He had taken a seat on a massive cushion with truly hideous yellow tassels provided by the other Sheikah— foot soldier, he had called her? The foot soldier placed an equally large eyesore in front of Ghirahim, who tilted his head and raised a brow. She flitted back in an awkward almost bow, coming to a stop behind the Sheikah man. Ghirahim pointedly did not sit, and the foot soldier fingered the demon carver on her hip, discomfort leaking off of her.

“Under the abandoned Yiga Clan Hideout.” The Sheikah man said around a mouthful of ‘banana’ chips, and Ghirahim couldn’t help his ears from perking.

Yiga. He knew that word. He might not rattle off stats and translations like his other half, but Ghirahim had been forged with the same wealth of knowledge as she had been—he had to be if he was going to be of any use to his Master. What use would Demise have for an imbecile as a first lieutenant? What kind of right hand would he be if he could not keep up with the enemy, could not prove himself to be leagues above the rest? So, when the Sheikah man used the word, Ghirahim knew its translation easily.

Yiga. Could be used as a noun, verb, or adjective, first used to describe the actions of the Sheikah who turned their back on Hylia in hopes of winning Demise’s favor. Instead, Demise had gifted Ghirahim the opportunity to dispose of them as he saw fit—after all, who wanted turncoats fighting on their side?

Yiga. Noun: An act of absolute betrayal. Verb: a treasonous action. Adjective: A traitor of the worst kind. Yiga Clan—

Quite literally, a clan of betrayal.

Interesting.

“The Hero thinks he’s finally disposed of us,” The foot soldier hissed, finally finding her voice, “Soft little moron.”

“It is unwise to underestimate your opponent,” Ghirahim said. “The Sky Child is many things, but soft is not one of them.” Soft. The word felt foul on Ghirahim’s tongue. He had thought Link soft once, stupid once, and look where it got him. Once beautiful form destroyed, left to rot in the nothing with only rage and hatred to keep him company. Was that how his Master felt, sealed away in the bastard’s sword? Angry, hating? Alone?

The foot soldier scoffed, and her master lazily swatted her; she mumbled an apology and sat, kneeling beside him with a silhouette that spoke more to adoration than obedience. The question was, was this man a teacher, a leader, or a slaver?

“I had quite the welcome party planned until you went any killed my subordinates. Oh well. One must crack a few eggs to make a fried banana.”

The footsoldier nodded sagely at her master’s words, tilting her mask up barely to expose a painted mouth and dark skin, and taking a bite of the dried banana slices she’d placed before the three of them. Ghirahim glanced at the three bodies around him. Blood still oozed from one, and its guts were beginning to stink. Oops.

“This isn’t the Sealed Grounds.” He said, and the Master nodded.

“No-pe, the Sealed Grounds have long since disappeared. Unfortunately, quite some, uh, time has passed since the Hero of the Skies sealed the Great Dark One away, but with that nifty little book we’ve managed to—”

“Make time our bitch!”

“Ere!” the man hissed, and the foot soldier—Ere—folded her arms.

“We’ve got the Eyes of Ganon, and Yuga, and all sorts of monsters,” She continued, leaning forward, “and now that we’ve got you, we’re unstoppable!”

Ghirahim bristled. “You don’t ‘got’ anything.”

“I just mean--!”

“What footsoldier Ere means,” her master interrupted, “is that I have a proposition that I feel you will be very interested in.”

Ghirahim flexed his fingers and in an instant his sword was back, eye level—mask level?—with the man, who, for his credit, didn’t even flinch.

“You bore me.”

“I know where Link is.” He said, sounding far too cocky for Ghirahim’s liking, and Ghirahim narrowed his eyes. He shifted his grip on the sword. The man could be lying, stalling for what—time? He had brought Ghirahim out of the nothing, that much was clear, but Ghirahim would rather cut out his own tongue than say thank you; those words were reserved for one being and it sure as hell wasn’t the pudgy man chowing down on banana chips in front of him. Frustration welled up and Ghirahim stamped it down. It would be so easy to send the point of his blade through that perfectly painted mask, to be done with this man and his pathetic subordinate, to end this conversation that sounded far too close to someone demanding his subjugation, but…

But if the man really knew where the Sky Child was, if Ghirahim didn’t have to go through all the pesky trouble of tracking down another one of Hylia’s pawns, if he could jump straight to utterly annihilating the boy instead of a wasteful chase… well, that would be ideal.

He didn’t lower his sword, and the man leaned forward till the tip poked the red eye of his pearly white mask.

“I can take you to him. All of them.”

“All of them?”

“A lot has changed since you were sealed away. Sit. Let’s talk like civilized creatures.”

Ghirahim glanced at himself in the reflection of the blade. Black, metallic skin, streaked with white veins of crystallized mineral. Beautiful, breathtaking—but not him. This body was the Goddess’ making, back when Hylia thought him a blade she could use for herself, nothing like the skin and hair he had created with Demise’s far more tempting gift: the freedom of choice. He grinned as the feeling of illusionary magic fluttered over him, skin growing over metal, white and creamy, delicate clothing melting into place, hair curling perfectly around his face. A picture of elegance. Perfection.

The foot soldier clapped excitedly, the Master whistling in appreciation. Ghirahim flipped his hair over his ear.

“I know. Not many get to see the creation of such flawlessness,” he said, twirling the sword over the back of a gloved hand. “Such elegance, fresh and free of cost. Many have killed for such a front-row seat.”

“I’m honored.”

“I could still kill you.”

“And have no one left to speak of the beauty I just witnessed? What a shame!”

“Surely you don’t think I’m that vain, do you?”

The man cocked his head and Ghirahim was sure he was grinning under the mask. “Of course not. Eat, eat, before my subordinate eats all the banana chips.”

Finally, Ghirahim sat. Ere took another handful of chips and her master swatted her hand away.

“Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am the Big Banana of the Yiga Clan, the head honcho, the strong, brave, burly, ( and, frankly, extremely attractive) Master Kohga. But Master Big Banana Kohga will do.”

Ghirahim snorted. “I’m not calling you that.”

“Fine. Master—”

“I have only one Master, and you are not him,” Ghirahim spat, surprisingly himself with the intensity of the words. He’d meant to sound aloof, but it was hard to be put together when Demise was the topic of discussion. Demise—the need to be beside him burned inside Ghirahim, pulling at him. If he had organs, Ghirahim was sure they would ache, but instead the metal inside him boiled with need. His creator, his Master; Demise was everything, and Link would suffer like no Hylian, no, no living creature, had ever suffered before for taking him away from Ghirahim.

“Very well. Kohga then.”

Beside him, the Sheikah—Yiga—foot soldier stiffened in horror at the thought of addressing Kohga as anything but his full title. “But Master!”

Kohga gave her what must have been a stern look behind his mask. Amazing how a masked man could be so expressive. “Not now, Ere.”

“Back to the business at hand,” Ghirahim said, “Link.”

“Link.” Kohga grit out, lifting his mask to spit on the ground, as if even saying the Sky Child’s name had been an ordeal. Disgusting. Ghirahim knew demons with better manners.

“You know where he is.”

“Where they all are.”

“The Spirit Maiden?”

“What? No, all the Links.”

Ghirahim steeled his face. He’d always been emotive, even back during the Sealing Wars, and millennium upon millennium alone on the Surface had given him the freedom to express himself as he so saw fit—but he was not about to give Kohga that power over him. Kohga laughed.

“You’ve been sealed away a long, long time, Lord Ghirahim. Can I call you Ghirahim? Ghira? I’ll call you Ghira.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Anyways, Ghira, I’d tell you the year, but I doubt that would mean much to you—it’s been hundreds of decum-millennia. Thousands of hundreds maybe—the exact time of the Era of Myth has been long lost, given it is, you know, considered myth.”

He paused and stuffed a mouthful of banana chips in his mouth. Ere mirrored him, and it would have been almost… quaint if it hadn’t been a couple of filthy Sheikah, even if they were supposedly traitors. The question, of course, was traitors to whom. Hylia? The Spirit Maiden? The girl’s disgustingly devoted dog of a protector?

Link?

Ghirahim held no love for turncoats. Honorless grifters, all of them.

(As if you weren't once one, a voice that sounded far too much like Fi whispered in his ear)

“Of course, given the vast knowledge of the Yiga, the years don’t really matter all that much. The Sheikah may be a lot of useless goody-two-shoes, but they certainly are great at bookkeeping!”

Ere nodded enthusiastically.

“When the Demon Demise was sealed away, the Hero—”

“—Did a shit job!”

“Yes, thank you, Ere, did a shit job. So, along comes Ganon, Ganondorf, whatever you want to call him, Demise's successor—"

Ghirahim felt something flutter inside him that, if he had one, he would call his heart skipping a beat. His Master, free? Sure, as some ridiculously named nobody, but still his Master, brought back some way or another.

“Take me to your ‘Ganon’,” Ghirahim hissed, leaning forward deep into Kohga’s personal space. The Sheikah didn’t even flinch—obnoxious little man.

“That’s the problem, eh? We can’t.”

Ghirahim grabbed a fistful of Kohga’s red uniform and jerked him forward, a dagger melting into existence in his hand and finding its home against Kogha’s neck. Ere yelped, rushing to her master’s side, but Kogha clicked his tongue at her and she froze.

“Unacceptable. Take. Me. To. Him.”

“Can’t. Link killed him.”

“You said millennia has passed. Link would be lucky to live past 90.”

“Each time Ganon returns, so does Hyrule’s precious Hero. Link. Over and over and over—”

Ghirahim jerked him back with a snarl. Link, brought back, after all these years? Constantly revived to what, rub Demise’s defeat in his face? Disgusting, revolting, utterly barbaric—didn’t he know how to leave well enough alone?

“But we’ve got the upper hand this time!” Kohga said with triumphant fervor, patting the tome he’d kept firmly at his side so far. “This bad boy! Time travel, summoning gates, necromancy, the whole shebang! With it, we can bring back every Ganon, every Demon King, heck, maybe even Demise itself, and the Hero—”

“Can’t do jack-shit!” Ere said, leaning forward for the book, which Kohga snatched away.

“Yeah, ‘can’t ’t do jackshit’.” He said. “We’ve connected with Ganon’s followers from across the timelines—”

Timelines? Plural?

“But, you know how the Gods are, all buddy-buddy with Their precious golden Hero, so They’ve gone and tried to beat us to the punch. Lined up a whole basket full of them.”

Ghirahim held up a hand. “Link—you’re telling me there’s more than one Hero?”

“Duh,” Kohga said. Ghirahim’s jaw twitched. “I think we’re up to twelve?”

Ere nodded. “Twelve.”

Twelve… Link had been a thorn in his side, and that had just been one of him. Twelve? Never let it be said that Hylia did things in halves, he supposed. But Ghirahim had managed to resurrect Demise all by himself. He could handle more than more brat, surely.

Resurrect him for approximately 9 minutes and 47 seconds, a voice that sounded far too much like his second half whispered in his mind, which is a true and complete failure. The likelihood of bringing your Master back for even a minute longer is minuscule with a second Hero by Link’s side, and the chance of besting twelve alone is too low to compute.

Ghirahim grit his teeth. Was the little blue bitch still up and kicking with the other Links? Twelve… The Yiga leader was stupid, that much was clear. But they had mentioned allies, and Ghirahim, as much as he loathed to admit it, needed that.

“So. You summoned me to lead your armies?”

Ghirahim could feel Kohga’s eyeroll behind his mask and bristled at the man’s snort.

“No-pe, the Big Banana answers to nobody but Great Mr. Darkness Himself. Vaati, Yuga, the Eyes of Ganon, we’ve been divvying up forces, attacking from multiple timelines, keeping the group too splintered to move forward. You’ll join, of course, and be at my right hand and we’ll rip those little brats limb from limb. Ere has done a fantastic job outlining the timelines—thank you dear—”

The Yiga footsoldier preened under her master’s acknowledgment. “I’m good with numbers!”

“She’s good with numbers.” Kohga echoed with a nod. “Anyways, what I’m saying is you have the honor of being the number one lackey to the Big Banana himself while we rip apart the Heroes and bring the Big Boss—es— back from the dead! And of course, once we do and I’m rewarded for my bravery, I’ll see that you’re congratulated as well. I’m sure we can get you a prize. Maybe a town to play with—do you enjoy politics, Ghira? You seem the type. Maybe a—”

Kohga cut off with a gulp as Ghirahim’s hand wrapped around his thick neck. He dragged the Yiga closer till his beautifully curved nose was pressing against the smooth wood of the man’s mask. His hands may be softer in this form, cushioned with flesh, but the steel was still there under the false skin and stale blood, and Kohga’s neck creaked in his grasp. Kohga wheezed, one hand coming up to paw at Ghirahim’s iron grip.

“I am no one’s ‘second hand’, no one’s subservient, and sure as hell no one’s lackey,” He spat, “except to my Master and you, 'Mister Banana' are far from the terror and brilliance of Demise. You are a pot-bellied, self-absorbed idiot messing which magic he does not understand in the slightest—”

Kohga let out a full bodied wheeze, and Ghirahim realized with no short of furious confusion that the man was trying to laugh. The spirit’s mouth twisted into a snarl, and he grabbed hold of the strap holding Kohga’s mask—he wanted to see the man’s bulging eyes lose their light personally.

Kohga raised his hand, fingers splayed—was the man going to, what, slap him? One last stand that was just as laughable as he was?

Kohga made a fist, and Ghirahim realized it was a signal. Suddenly, the air grew thick, thick with magic, electric and bitter, like biting into the ozone. Ere yelled a word of Power and a wall of blue light formed in the sliver of space between Ghirahim and her master, and in a split second, it expanded, throwing Ghirahim back with a BANG and shaking the room, spell paper raining down like snowflakes. The light wall pressed down on him, pinning him flat against the wall, reeking of time magic, and Ere stood beside her master, arm outstretched and tome in hand. Her hand shook with the effort of the spell, but she radiated determination, and the spell book in her hand glowed with the signature blue light of divine magic.

“Now then,” Kohga said, rolling his neck, “I was really hoping we wouldn’t have to do it this way.”

The Yiga stood, and despite his short stature he suddenly seemed nine feet tall. He put his fists on his hips and cocked his head.

“I need a right hand. You are far more qualified than the painter or the tiny rat magician will ever be, and the Eyes of Ganon are practically all brainless monsters. I need someone intelligent. Dangerous. Capable. And you are going to be that. I didn’t go through all that effort of a resurrection spell to let you slip through my fingers, got that, Ghira?”

Ghirahim bared his fangs at him, and the man had the audacity to laugh.

“Very scary,” he said, nasally voice suddenly low and dark, and in that moment Ghirahim finally saw the master of a clan of traitors. “I’ve got it from here, sweet cheeks.” He said over his shoulder to Ere. “Go ready our guest’s room.”

“Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Depends on how he behaves. He can have the upstairs bed, or we’ll find him a nice, wet, dark spot in the mines. I’m sure for a demon, the Depths will feel just like home.”

“You’ve got some nerve—” Ghirahim hissed, and Kohga cocked his head, clearly rolling his eyes.

“Oh, shut up won’t you?” He took the tome from Ere and lazily flipped through the pages. He’d doggy ears the pages without a care and one he had turned with so little care that the page ripped. Ghirahim might hold no love for the Goddess of Time, but the tome was still a part of her divinity and should be treated as such.

The wall of light dispersed reforming into ribbons of glowing cyan as heavy as an ocean that clung tightly to Ghirahim. The pressure of light off of his nonexistent lungs was a blessing, replaced by bonds of a new kind. Ghirahim refused to struggle with the shackles in front of Kohga; he wasn’t going to look any weaker than he already did.

He could feel Kohga grin under his mask, and Ere offered an eager hand for a high five, which Kohga provided.

“So, tell me, Ghira, what’s it going to be? A nice bed upstairs and some fried bananas or shall I drop you down the Yiga Hideout Chasm to think some more?”

Ghirahim gave himself a moment to feel his anger, a moment for fury. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in every shaking, raging emotion pounding in his metal chest before opening them and smiling. It was bright, dripping with cocky bravado, and he flicked his hair out of his eyes.

“So, you aren’t as useless as you seem,” He said pleasantly and Kohga puffed out his chest.

“Of course not. I’m not called the Big Banana for nothing!”

“Of course. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner. The years have left me jaded, I’m afraid.”

Kohga grabbed hold of Ghirahim’s bicep and pulled him to his feet.

“Shall we discuss the details of our arrangement over dinner?” Ghirahim said, all teeth and sweetness, “It has been a while since I’ve eaten, after all, and I’ve never had a—what did you call it? A banana? Before.”

Kohga slapped his back. “I knew you would see reason.”

Ghirahim grinned. In his mind’s eye, he was smashing Kohga’s head into the wall, slamming it over and over till the skull caved and Ghirahim’s elegant hands were red and pink and grey with brain matter. Instead, he shook out his hair and held himself tall, spine and shoulders loose and free of rage.

“Now, please, let us talk as friends.”

“I’d like that.”

By the door, Ere watched the two of them. Ghirahim’s eye settled on the girl’s mask, and she straightened. She flinched when his tongue snaked its way across his top lip.

“Master—”

“Not now, footsoldier, the adults are talking.”

Ere huffed and stomped out of the door, fists curled. Kohga clipped the tome to his belt.

Ghirahim liked lists, like ticking things off them. It made him feel productive, successful. In his brain he began his new list: get the tome. Kill Kohga. Then mutilate Link, his Link, and feed him to his own precious Zelda.

Then, bring his Master home.

Easy peasy.

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A banana, it seemed, wasn’t actually a crunchy chip, but instead, a fruit that hadn’t existed back when Hylia first walked the earth, likely evolved from, if Ghirahim was to guess, something like a musa acuminata. Long and yellow, it resembled the musa’s short, stubby green curve and while it was softer and sweeter, with little to no seeds, Ghirahim could see the appeal. He’d never enjoyed eating—his Master hadn’t needed to, so Ghirahim didn’t, even if he technically could. The act made him feel too human, too mundane, nothing like the immortal opulence that came with being a sword spirit, regretfully forged by Hylia’s hand but recreated with grander splendor by Demise’s, so he made a point to never depend on food. After all, a sword was cared for best by the hands of its wilder, polished and prized best by the hands that reforged it and held it in battle—that was what Ghirahim needed, not some mushy fruit. But Ghirahim cut small bites of a battered, deep-fried, painfully mushy banana, face open and pleasant, and pretended to be engrossed in the story Kohga was telling.

Ghirahim was unsure if carving the man up with his sword would be more satisfying, or if he should beat the life out of him. Either way, it would be with the mask off. He wanted to see the fear in Kohga’s eyes, the blood bubble past his lips, the skin lose its warmth and pallor as his heart stopped. He wanted to feel Kohga’s pulse go still.

Ghirahim smiled and took another bite, fighting back a shudder at the revolting texture. The table was very low and filled with Yiga in red and white sitting on mats and cushions on the floor, as well as strange bat like creates in black hoods—the Eyes of Ganon—and two men, one tall, one short.

The tall one was covered in makeup, chalky pale face cream with bright red lip stain and dramatic eye powder, and his thick red ringlets were pulled back so tightly that his hairline had started to fade. His robes were elegant and brilliantly colored, and he looked at Ghirahim with suspicious disdain. Across from him, the smaller one was barely taller than a child, with chubby cheeks and long lilac hair. A scar cut across his face, and his robes were dark violet and purple, pulled tightly around him.

Both men reeked of magic, though distinctly different types—the tall one’s was old, otherworldly, bizarrely out of place, while the small’s magic smelled fresh and forest-like, a sweetness that didn’t match his scowl.

Yuga and Vaati, two sorcerers from two times, each with no love for their respective heroes and a determination to resurrect Ganon, though be it for power or revenge, Ghirahim didn’t know. Zant, Ghirahim had been informed, whoever the fuck that was, would be joining them soon, once he finished letting loose his stupid ‘shadow beasts’ to catch the scent of the hero—hero-es—Kohga was going to have them all track down.

Ghirahim’s new allies. Ghirahim would have scoffed if he could. He detested the idea of buddying up to anyone, but 12 heroes were too much even for the Demon Lord. At least the Eyes of Ganon looked like simpletons—monsters were never intelligent enough to hold their own opinions, making them easy to manipulate.

Vaati took a long sip from the cup in front of him. He hadn’t touched the meat that had been put on his plate, looking at it with near revulsion and dumping it to the side, instead digging into the fruits provided. A vegetarian. Ghirahim slotted the information away as something that might be useful in the future. The man clearly wasn’t human, but what he was Ghirahim wasn’t sure. He smelled of nature, of a clean, pure magic tainted by something distinctly powerful but not necessarily evil. Yuga felt human enough, though not Hylian, or Sheikah, so instead somehow something different. His magic felt almost Hylian, but twisted, shifted too far to the left to be quite right. He raised a hideous red eyebrow at Ghirahim’s lingering gaze, and Ghirahim smiled, all bright teeth and false enthusiasm.

Disgusting.

“So, Lord Ghirahim,” Yuga said “I’m sure you’ve been delighted to be returned to mortal form. The Big Banana has told us much about a sentient sword spirit. It seems the world grows stranger and stranger these days.”

Ghirahim bit back a scoff. ‘Mortal form’—there was nothing mortal about the beautiful glamour that made his body, nor the deadly metal underneath it. He would always be worlds about the bloody and beating hearts of the mortal men around him.

“Strange indeed, Yuga. I’m told you come from a world with your own Link?”

Yuga’s face darkened. “Yes. A filthy, hideous worm of a thing. Though, if Master Kohga is to be believed, you know more of Links than the rest of us.”

“The enemy of the first ever Link,” Vaati said. “Truly a feat there.”

“Don’t downplay yourself,” Ghirahim said amicably, and Kohga nodded.

“Ghira’s right—we all bare the scars of Hylia’s chosen brats, and we’ll all return them tenfold!”

“Here here!” Kohga’s little brat of a footsoldier called, raising her cup in a toast before lifting the corner of her mask and downing the ale.

Then the lights went out. Only for a moment, the oil lamps losing their flame before flickering back in full force, but in that time the air was dark, the air pressure became oppressive, heavy, like someone was baring down on Ghirahim’s shoulders. A whine broke through the air, then a strange cracking sound, like broken glass or a ruptured heart valve, and the light was back. Standing behind Yuga was a towering creature, eyes wide and fish-like, teeth needle-sharp, pallor unlike anything Ghirahim had seen. His clothes were ornate, ill fitting, though that might have been purposeful, and the darkness that radiated off the man smelled heavenly.

True darkness, not like the petty magic of Yuga or the nature-esc power of Vaati. Nighttime in a cup, doused over the man, creature, whatever’s head.

“Ah, Zant,” Kohga yawned, stretching. “I take it your trip went well.”

Was he shackled too? This man, this monster, dripping in power—did Kohga have him on a chain as well? Or had he allowed himself to be subjugated like those two idiots?

“They were out of sight,” It, he? Zant? Rasped. “The Time Guardian took them from this plane. But they have returned.”

“Good, good.” Kohga said, running his fingers down the tome at his side. “Though, if they are moving so far from even your shadow beasts’ reach—well, then we must move faster.”

Yuga scoffed. “Let them get complacent. Let them get comfortable, lazy.”

Kohga’s eyes narrowed behind the mask; Ghirahim wasn’t sure how he could tell, but he did. “Did I ask for your opinion, Yuga? No, I don’t believe I did.”

“Good help,” Vaati said with a snort, “so hard to find these days.”

Crack

Kohga watched, almost bored, and the blade master smacked the side of Vaati’s small head hard with the hilt of his wind-cleaver. Ghirahim, were he another, weaker person, would have been concerned to see someone so tiny hit with such force. Ghirahim was not another, weaker person. He watched with lazy eyes, bringing his cup to his mouth to hide a smirk. ‘Good help’ indeed.

“You.” Zant hissed, thought Ghirahim thought that might just be his voice, “You’re new.”

“Our resident Demon Lord.” Kohga said, “his skills are impressive, his repertoire and reputation exquisite. He shall be a fine addition to the party.”

Zant was silent. He was massive, though Ghirahim wasn’t sure if it was his actual size or just his presence. Taller than the Sky Child, that was for sure. Did he have a Link of his own?

Ghirahim had always scoffed at the thought of allies, but-- but Ghirahim needed help, and this shadow creature looked far more useful than a bat monster or little flower child or haughty magician. This, this creature spoke of power, real power. Useful power. Power that Ghirahim could control, just given the time. And it seemed, with the rest of these idiots beside him, that he had plenty of time.

---

The desert of the Gerudo was different than the deserts of Lanayru. It stretched for miles, as far as the eye could see, with mighty cliffs decorated with Sheikah—no, Yiga—emblems. Ghirahim breathed in the night air. It was dusty and dry, and carried a chill, the heat of the day long gone. Kohga had said his own Hero had decimated the Yiga Hideout not too long ago, leaving them hiding underneath, in a cave system that led to the ‘Depths’ that Kohga enjoyed using as a threat so much. The little one, Vaati, seemed truly terrified of them, though he tried to hide his flinches at every mention of it. It was unsurprising. The man radiated earth and forest magics, bright and unwavering under the dark cap he bore. Regardless of what magics he claimed to fight with, what dark creatures he claimed to serve, under it all he was truly just some kind of frolicking forest creature. Though which kind, Ghirahim was unsure. The world had changed so much since he had been defeated—he wasn’t sure he even knew the name of the creature that Vaati was, deep under all that dark magic.

There was a looming presence behind him, silent but oppressive, and Ghirahim smirked. “Has anyone ever told you that you would make a fantastic primadona? Quite the stage presence.”

Behind him, Zant was silent. Ghirahim looked over his shoulder, his smile sharp and full of teeth.

“Come to join me?”

“You’re not like the others,” Zant said in that horridly raspy voice of his, and Ghirahim cocked his head.

“Oh?”

“They are weak. Mortal. Breakable.”

“And you are not?”

“I am the chosen of my God. They are beneath me.”

“God, ey? Then I suppose we are on more even footing that those… creatures.”

Zant said nothing, and Ghirahim didn’t bother to hide it when he rolled his eyes. He leaned backwards, resting his weight on his palms.

“The Yiga man says you are the first of us.” Zant said finally. His voice was like broken fingernails across sandpaper. “The one who raised a sword to the first Link. The first failure.”

“Need I remind you that had you not also failed, you would not be where you stand?” Ghirahim said, forcing the grit from his teeth and aggression from his voice. The creature could be of use, an ally made of stronger stuff than the weird woodland creature or the magician, one who he could model and shape into what Ghirahim needed to succeed, then dispose of at will. An ally, however brief and easily manipulated.

“My God will forgive my failures when I resurrect him and bring him the Hylian’s head.”

“And you plan to wait beside the Yiga for their permission to do so?”

Zant cocked his head. “And you do not?”

“No. No, I do not. I don’t need them to bring my Master back.”

“You think you can fight twelve heroes?” Zant said with a gravely strange noise that might have been a laugh. It was the closest to emotion Ghirahim had heard from him. “You could not even fight one.”

“Neither could you.”

Zant made a face that Ghirahim thought was supposed to be a frown.

“Then what is it you suppose?”

“We play along, for now, let Kohga have his fun. Then, when his guard is down, we take the tome for ourselves. Forget this ‘clan’ and their plans, simply rip the throats out of the heroes ourselves.”

“…We?”

Ghirahim patted the spot beside him. Zant lumbered over, needle like teeth over his bottom lip. The creature was ungainly, ungraceful, more a bolder than a man—creature, whatever-- but there was a secret flexibility to his step. Ghirahim suddenly wanted to see the thing fight, to observe and annotate how someone so large could hide such… contortion.

“So, this god of yours,” He said, and Zant’s face, to the best of Ghirahim‘s ability to read it, shuttered shut. “Is he the same Ganon as the rest?”

“He is above any pig beast or ‘demon’,” Zant said. His face had opened with surprising speed, his slitted, reptilian eyes bright—or as bright as a shadow could be. “His power is like no other. He brings with him the promise of a world righted in balance, with the small taking the power of the many. He gives and takes away. He is all-powerful, all-consuming, and he carried with him the promise of greatness.”

All powerful. All consuming. Carries with him the promise of greatness. Hm. Ghirahim could feel the start of a smile pulling on his lips. The awe, the devotion that clung to Zant’s words were familiar in their dedication. Did Ghirahim not know such a feeling, the complete devotion to another? The beauty to be found in ultimate power, the pleasure in all consuming majesty. The promise of a place at the feet of the greatest ruler the Surface had ever seen, the near ecstasy in seeing the planet’s ravishment at your own hand, a sword guided by the mightiest creature to have ever walked the earth… Demise was intoxicating, and his power was mesmerizing, and his might made him all too worthy to be worshiped like the Demon God he was.

If Zant’s half baked Ganon-whatever was even a thimbleful of the god Demise was then, well, maybe resurrection wasn’t such a bad idea. Maybe, the Yiga idiot’s plan had some merit. Regardless, Ghirahim knew what he planned to do, once he beheaded Kohga and took the tome. Eradicate his Link, and every one since, raise his Master and then, together, the two of them would obliterate this flawed timeline and remake it in their own image. Gone with Hylia’s lingering influence, with Links and heroes and spirit maidens. He was sure that Zant’s Ganon could be useful in achieving that, at least temporarily.

Zant and Kohga both spoke of the man (men? Creatures? Pigs?) in very different ways, the first with filthy reverence and the second with something almost unreadable, the meaning behind the flattering, adoring words hidden behind his white wooden mask.

Kohga, Ghirahim knew, must be a very good liar. A nasally, rude, self centered, and pathetically vain ass of a man, but a good liar. Who knew what hid behind that mask, what simmered in the man’s eyes as he spoke and planned and plotted.

Ghirahim was going to be sure the Yiga’s mask was off when Ghirahim ran him through. He wanted to see the man’s face, wanted to know if it was the same warm brown as Impa, his eyes the same piercing blood red.

Impa. The rage that built in his throat at the thought of Hylia's and the Spirit Maiden’s pitbull was a tightly tangled knot that he struggled to swallow. The Sheikah woman would be long dead by now. Probably lived a long life getting happy and fat while reveling in Demise’s defeat.

Bitch.

“Kohga spoke of ‘shadow beasts.’” Ghirahim said instead of dwelling further on the attack dog. “Explain.”

Zant snorted. “Watch yourself, spirit.”

“Explain. Please.” Ghirahim corrected, sarcasm thick in his drawl.

“When I was slaughtered without care by the Hero’s… companion, most of my minions fled or returned to their lesser, weaker forms. With my revival, I have begun…. Recollecting. Shadow beasts are the remnants of traitorous Twili, transformed into far more obedient beings. They are strong, cunning, and ideal trackers.”

“Twili?”

Zant cocked his head. “You really are the first of us, aren’t you?” He said, the softness of the words coming out as a hiss. “The kingdom of Hyrule, the Light Realm, Ganondorf—you know none of my own history. When Yuga speaks of Lorule, your eyes are dark, blank with understanding. You don’t smell the minish cap amongst us.”

“And you know so much of me?”

“No.” Zant said, cocking his head as if he hadn’t considered the reverse. “I know none.”

Ghirahim twisted to face him more, plastering on a grin. Ugh.

“Then, let’s learn,” Ghirahim said. Zant’s nonexistent nostrils flared. “After all, if we’re going to be friends shouldn’t we know more about each other?”

“Friends?”

Ghirahim’s jaw twinged from the size of the smile he forced, curling his lips over his sharp teeth to seem less threatening. “Why not? You, me, your God—we’ll see to it than no Link crosses this world alive ever again. As friends.”

---

Kogha’s fingers drummed on the table, a staccato beat that spoke of a remembered tune and not just anxious fidgeting. Zant had just finished his brooding explanation of what his shadow beasts—hulking, tentacle-esc monsters with inky skin and strange masks that filled the war room with a shuddering chill and occasional shrieks, leaving everyone but Zant, Ghirahim, and the Big Banana himself shivering—has tracked, not unlike some kind of Twili hunting hound. Because that’s what they were, what they had been: Twili. It felt good to put a name to whatever race of shadow that Zant was, and Ghirahim had mourned just how bland and empty the new, underground Yiga Hideout was, without a single book or scroll he could pour over to get some idea of what Twili even exactly meant. It was becoming increasingly clear that Ghirahim knew so much less of the world than those around him, especially the Yiga, who seemed to be the furthest in the timeline, whatever the ‘timeline’ even looked like. Those answers, the ones surrounding the movement of time and history could be found best in the Guardian of Time—Celia? Seriara? Cia? Whatever her name was?—‘s tome.

The massive book taunted Ghirahim with its magic. Demise, when he resurrected him, would be ecstatic to have such a piece of magic gifted to him. Ghirahim just needed to actually get his hands on it first.

“They’re moving between time faster than we thought.” One of the hooded creatures, the leader of the Eyes of Ganon, rasped, and Kohga hmmed in acknowledgment.

“And you’re positive they are in this Hyrule, as we speak?” He said to Zant.

“My beasts are never wrong.”

“So you say,” Yuga said, dapping his rouged cheeks with a handkerchief with painstaking care. Zant narrowed his strange, otherworldly eyes. One of the shadow beasts that had taken to stalking around the room slunk behind Yuga, silent but impossibly fast, sticking its head over Yuga’s shoulder and growling. Yuga yelped, smearing rouge against the Twili beast’s mask, and Vaati snickered.

“Then we send out a hunting party,” Ghirahim said. He leaned back in his chair. This was pointless, all of it. They could easily teleport to where the heroes were and gut them; this whole ‘planning sesh’ was stupid. Demise never needed war councils like Kohga did. He simply swung Ghirahim and split as much blood as they could before dominating everything. Still, Kohga seemed to hold his spot at the head of the table like a leash on the people around him, the tome in his hand serving as the collar’s key. It made Ghirahim’s blood boil.

If Ghirahim let himself be honest, Kohga’s cockiness did more than incense him. It made him almost lonely.

He missed his Master. He missed his Master, his sharp tongue and hot touch and the vile, violent love that he reserved for Ghirahim and Ghirahim alone. Demise had liberated him from Hylia’s touch, shown him the light, so to speak, and still, Ghirahim had failed him at every turn. It was unacceptable. The knowledge of his ineptness stung, but not as much as Demise’s absence. Ghirahim wanted him by his side, needed to stand at his right hand. And if that tome was the way to get it, well, then Kohga would regret ever holding it above Ghirahim.

One thing at a time. First, the Sky Child and the Spirit Maiden. Then, the rest of the Links. Then, Kohga.

Then… then, returning his Master to his rightful place of power and control.

“A hunting party—fantastic! Ere will lead an exploratory assault--“

“Exploratory?” Ghirahim said, narrowing his eyes. “We know where they are. We get to gutting and decapitating now, and then we’re done with the lot by lunchtime tomorrow!”

The leader of the ugly Ganon Eye things shook its head rapidly, its cloak hood flopping around its glowing eyes. “Alive. We need ours alive. His blood must be fresh.”

Ghirahim rolled his eyes. “Alright. We kill the rest and let yours alive to wallow in misery.”

Kohga straightened as Vaati leaned forward. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the bloodthirsty stuff, but the Eyes gotta point. There are more than just the Links at play. The Guardian of Time is meddling, meaning the Goddess of Time is on their side. If she is leaving behind her neutrality—”

“The Goddess of Time is a coward and a bitch,” Ghirahim drawled, and Vaati frowned.

“The Old Gods—”

“Are useless. My Master can, and will gladly, annihilate them once I—we—resurrect him.”

“When. As in later. He isn’t here, Ghirahim,meaning we cannot be dependent on him. Some dead, failure of a god—"

Ghirahim was up in an instant, grabbing Vaati by the clasp of his purple cloak.

“Watch your words, rat—”

“Make me,” Vaati hissed, “Your disrespect for the Divine will do nothing but hurt you. Do you think Link is our only enemy? If one Goddess is willing to intervene, why not all? Hylia? The Golden Three? And need I remind you that Link is merely one half of a pair? His princess is out there, one for each Link, and they are more powerful than you can imagine. The Light Force, the Life Force, the Triforce, whatever you want to call it, it is power in its most complete, inherent form. If you go against a Zelda, you will not survive!”

Ghirahim pulled his closer, nose to nose.

“I killed one, once. Fed her soul to my Master. I can do it again with my eyes closed.”

“Again, with Demise! For fuck’s sake, Ghirahim—”

“Boys, boys,” Kohga drawled. He waved a hand and a blade master untangled Vaati from Ghirahim’s hand, dumping the little man onto the ground with and ‘oof!’ and a puff of dust. “Ghirahim, if you need bloodshed so badly, you and Yuga can take to the ground with some Yiga—Ere?”

“At your service, Master Kohga!”

“Ensure that they play nice. We need information, to see what we’re up against, not to go all massacre-y.”

“Yup!”

Kohga patted his underling on the head, and she preened brightly under the attention. Ugh. Disgusting.

Kohga suddenly turned his attention to Ghirahim.

“This is not a massacre. Blood may be spilled—encouraged! —but I am not sending you out with the intent of you coming home with a dead body. Are we understanding one another?”

Ghirahim grit his teeth and allowed himself two seconds to fume. He was not a child. He was the right hand to the Demon God, the Great Demise himself. He would not be patronized by some idiot in a mask that had fruit for hanging off his ears! Then he smiled, all soft edges and sweetness, and nodded.

“Of course, Kohga. I cross my heart, I will not decapitate anyone.”

Kohga seemed to study him behind his mask, but finally leaned back in his chair, dumping his feet on the table.

“Then we’re understood?”

Ghirahim nodded, his smile widening. “Perfectly.”

---

Ghirahim watched the group from the pocked dimension that Yuga was so fond of. A hideous, pale likeness of his beauty sat painted across the wall of the outside of Slate—Ghirahim thought it was Slate, the whole name thing was proving to be far too confusing—‘s strange boxy town. Tarice Town? Terry Town? Something with a T. Ghirahim knew he likely should be paying more attention, but the bubbling excitement in his chest made it hard to concentrate. Because there, there Link was, surrounded by friends with Fi on his back, Ghirahim’s false partner well cared for under Link’s callused hands.

There were indeed twelve of them. Kohga’s Link, Slate or whatever, was short, his long hair messy and his sword arm a strange, glowing prosthetic that reminded Ghirahim of both the elegancy of the Sheikah’s time stones and the regal power of the Zonai’s creations. Walking beside him with a skip in their step was a colorfully dressed youngster, brown face dappled with vitiligo, and on the other side, a sunburned thing with a prosthetic leg and bleached hair long since damaged beyond repair by sun and sea. Wrapped tight in a cape was a girl with pink hair and a button nose, holding hands with a wallflower of a thing, the both of them watching an elegantly dressed young man speak with animated movements. Yuga growled at the sight of him. Ah, Yuga’s Link.

There was a child in some kind of uniform, goggles on her head and a bandana at her throat, and lagging behind, a tiny twig of a thing missing an eye. And finally, three men in front led the group, talking with a quiet seriousness: a soldier with a scarf as blue as his eyes, a man who smelled as strongly of dog as he did dark magic, and a man with a child in a blacksmith’s leathers on his shoulders.

Link.

Ghirahim’s heart lept at the sight of him. The Sky Child looked different. He’d aged elegantly, his lanky frame filling out into something soft and fat but still strong, his dumb, dopey eyes bright as he spoke to the two men around him. He didn’t wear his green tunic, instead dressed in silly combinations of layers and colors. Lichtenberg scars ran up his sword arm, across under his tunic, and up onto his neck and jaw, and the sight of them made Ghirahim smile. That must be his Master’s handiwork.

He hoped it still hurt, even all these years later. He hoped it was excruciating, and that every moment left awake, Link was miserable. He hoped the man lost sleep over it, scar burning even worse when thunderstorms lit up the Surface.

Yuga slunked out of the painting on the wall without a sound, just a flicker of rainbow color, and took a moment to dab at his face makeup with the pads of his fingertips—his vanity was obnoxious. Ghirahim would be the first to admit that he took a vocal pride in his own self-made skin but he didn’t cover his beauty in smelly, greasy paints and powders while too nervous that his complexion wasn’t grand enough to stand on its own. Ghirahim knew he was beautiful, knew he was stunning, and knew he didn’t need powder to secure that rightful pride. Besides, Ghirahim’s body was a work of art, self-formed and self-designed, a glamour created by his own hand, birthed from his own imagination and depth of creativity, instead of an obsessive attempt to perfect the flaws that Yuga undoubtfully carried, even with all that shit on his face.

“Lana wouldn’t send us in circles for no reason,” Blue scarf signed, and the other two older Link’s frowned. The child, clearly the youngest of the Link’s, pulled at Link’s hair, braiding the curly strands. “I promise, as flaky as she may seem, she is the Guardian of Time, and damn good at her job.”

“Mask doesn’t seem to have the same faith.” The dark one said with a raised brow, and Scarfy frowned.

“Mask is a deeply petty person.”

Dark one snorted. “I can see that.”

“Have you talked to him since…” Link glanced over his shoulder to the second smallest of the group, the one skulking in the back with the missing eye and colorful scars. “Since the last, uh, ‘time trip?”

Scarfy furrowed his perfect brows, signing something, but Ghirahim didn’t catch it.

Link had spoken.

Ghirahim had heard the man—a boy, then, really, just a boy, while this person in front of him was truly a man—make sounds of pain, of desperation, of rage, but never words, never syllables and phonemes, not like this Link. His voice was soft, light, gentle, and surprisingly deep, carrying a near-melodic lit to it.

Ghirahim wanted to know what it sounded like when the man was pleading for his life, begging for the pain to stop. He smiled as Yuga pulled him out of the graffiti on the wall, followed by five Yiga—three foot soldiers and two blade masters, with Ere taking the lead of the group. She was technically in charge of the six of them—seven, including her—but Ghirahim had no interest in some kid telling him what to do. Ere stretched, shaking out her hands, before rolling her neck and—melting?

Glamor flickered around her, red and spicy, with a crackle of magic and spell powder, and then in her spot was someone Ghirahim had never seen before. It wasn’t the Ere under the mask—that Ere had dark skin and thin, childlike lips while this woman before him had a full bottom lip, light brown skin flickered with freckles, and wide grey eyes. Her red-brown hair was braided on top of her head, and she wore the clothes of a traveler. Had Ghirahim not seen the transformation himself, he would never had connected the two.

Ere spun, dipping into a bow, and the Yiga clapped, only to be quickly shushed by Yuga. Ere rolled her eyes.

“Watch the master in action.”

She shrunk into something pathetic and sniveling in an instant. Soon, she was ducking around the wall that had hid them, stumbling into the group of Link’s, tears running down her cheeks.

“Sir!” She squeaked, rushing to Scarfy’s side and grabbing his arm. “Please, I need help—my friend, we, we were racing just over the land bridge and her horse stumbled and fell on top of her and I’m not strong enough to move it and please, please your friends look strong, please—”

Scarfy nodded, giving Ere a soft, reassuring smile. “Of course we’ll help,” He signed, before turning to Dark. “Let the others know that—”

Behind them, Slate turned from where he was laughing with the teen missing a leg, curious as to why they had stopped moving. His eyes went wide as he saw Ere and Scarfy talking, the color draining from his scarred face. He shoved Peg Leg to the side, bolting towards Scarfy and Ere, but it was too little too late. One moment Ere was wiping grateful crocodile tears, and the next a demon carver was in his gut.

The chainmail under the man’s tunic kept him from being completely kabobbed, but only just, with the barbs in the massive blade crushing bone and mail alike, five spots of blood growing under each spike. The child on Link’s shoulders squealed, tumbling off Link’s back, and to his credit, Scarfy only stumbled back. Soldier indeed. He drew his sword, each movement darkening his tunic more, but his face was grave and determined. Dark and Link stepped in front of him, Dark’s back country sword as simple as the Master Sword was elegant.

It took no time for the other Links to slide down into varying stances, each armed—not a surprise, those Ghirahim hadn’t expected such variety in terms of blades. One, the cloaked girl with her bubblegum hair, didn’t wield a blade at all, relying instead on a Cane of Byrna. Huh. Ghirahim had thought that artifacts had been lost to time.

The remaining five Yiga took no time slipping into their own formation, which Ghirahim supposed made sense. They had dealt with Slate for years and knew the terrain the best. The instruction that Kohga had given was for Ghirahim and Yuga to follow the Yiga’s lead, especially Ere’s, but Ghirahim had no plan to. He took orders from one person, and one person only, and that person certainly wasn’t some Yiga girl.

Yuga vanished into the ground, slipping unnoticed through the grass and rock before popping up in the middle of the Link’s, spinning with his scepter and catching Slate in the gut. The teen went flying, straight into Rainbow, who let out a desperate cry as his sword—a distinctly magical thing—went skittering, right up to Ghirahim.

“Hm.” Ghirahim said, stepping on the blade. A shiver of magic ran up his leg. “This is quite the bit of illusion magic you’ve got there. Fun.”

Link spun. His eyes were wide, bulging in his skull, and his jaw was lax, terror written clear and clean across the flesh of his face. Ghriahim grinned.

“You’ve made friends, Sky Child. How quaint.”

Around Ghirahim and Link, metal clanged. A blade master had Peg Leg occupied, too busy protecting the disarmed Rainbow to keep an eye on his own six. Ere weaved with Slate, who had finally made his way to the front, cackling as her demon carver swung. There was a shout of glee as a foot solider’s arrow hit true into someone's side, and a grunt from Bubblegum and the mousy one as they were circled, surrounded. Yuga ripped into his own Link with as much as magic as his newly resurrected body could manage, sending anyone trying to help the man scrambling out of the way of the transformation magic. Dark had vanished, One Eye at Scarfy’s side, pressing down on his quickeningly darkening gut.

The chaos was a thing of beauty. Ghirahim had missed battlefields he realized as he breathed it all in. Blood, sweat, terror. It was intoxicating.

Link stood before him, thoughts clearly running wild behind his bright, terrified eyes.

“You’re dead,” He breathed. “I killed the both of you.”

Ghriahim grinned. “You did shit job, fortunately.”

Link charged with a sharp, furious sound, swinging Fi wide and hard, and Ghirahim dashed out of the way of the cut in a rain of diamonds, appearing behind Link, who spun, swiping down.

“You’re slow. Out of practice. When’s the last time you’ve wielded her weight?”

“Shut up.”

“Did you really think you could go again, after all these years, old man?”

“Shut up!”

If there was one thing Link was, it was tenacious. He chased each blow, each slice, with another, refusing to pause even for a moment. But Link was Hylian, with mortal lungs and muscles and heart, unlike Ghirahim’s metal chest. While Ghirahim could technically tire, could bleed, could be hurt, his body was made of far greater stuff than Link’s. Link was flagging, slowing, and Ghirahim, of course, was not.

There was a flicker of diamond in the air, as Ghirahim and the obsidian blade in his hand wove in and out of Link’s own swings with ease. Fi sang with hate and desperation when her blade met his own, and her distress each time Ghirahim landed a blow was intoxicating.

Link stumbled back, chest heaving, sword arm red and flowing, and Ghirahim couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Retreat,” A heavy Sheikah—Yiga—accent breathed in his ear. Ere’s breath tickled as she flipped her demon carver around the back of her hand.

Someone across the battlefield, Slate, lay face down, still. Ere seemed to vibrate with glee at the sight of the red leaking from him.

“We have more than enough info to go off of. Let’s go, while we still have the upper hand.”

Ghirahim glanced around the battlefield, at the gore painting the grass. Upper hand indeed. But Ghirahim didn’t care about that. He wasn’t here to cut up the Links a bit. He was here to exterminate them, annihilate them, starting with his own.

“No,” he grit out, and Ere spluttered.

“No?”

“Take the painter and your lackeys. I know what I’m doing.”

“Ghira!”

Link righted himself, spurred on by their conversation, mouth twisted into a snarl. He charged, and Ghirahim ducked under his exposed right arm—sloppy, sloppy, so sloppy—and his blade sank in between Link’s ribs like a hot knife through warm butter.

Link’s eyes bulged.

“Sky!”

Someone was yelling-- Rainbow, who charged forward regardless of his missing sword, slamming into Ghirahim’s side. The kid was surprisingly strong, but Ghirahim was made of metal. He didn’t sway to children. Ghirahim batted Rainbow aside, turning back to Link. Slowly, he drew his blade free from Link’s ribcage, marveling at the wet squelch. Still, Link, swaying but determined, attempted to hold up Fi. His hand shook, red and slick, and Ghirahim laughed.

“Fall back, Ghira—” Ere shouted, rounding up her men, but Ghirahim waved her off.

“I had expected better,” He nearly sang as Link wheezed, lips bloody. “I’m disappointed.”

Somehow, somehow, Link managed to swing the Master Sword; the movement was weak, pathetically so, and it was easy to bat the sword to the side, sending it clattering to the stone below. Link was close enough to touch—Ghirahim grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him close against his chest. The touch, the heat, the smell of his blood was intoxicating.

“Let him go.” Rainbow wheezed, pulling himself to his feet, and Ghirahim’s blade found Link’s throat.

“Ghira, that is enough!” Ere was talking, her blade masters beginning to circle him, but Ghirahim couldn’t care less. “We had our orders!”

Link’s breath hitched as pin pricks of blood dripped down his neck.

“Tell me, boy,” Ghriahim purred as Rainbow looked up at him with panic in his eyes. “Have you ever seen a decapitation? Heard someone drowning in their own blood? The trick is to cut through slowly, avoiding the brain stem as you do so. You want them aware enough to feel it, after all.”

Rainbow swallowed, eyes wide as saucers.

“You don’t have to do this—” He started, taking a slow step forward.

Ghirahim made his first cut.

Ghirahim would give Link this, he was managing to stay surprisingly quiet, breath coming out of the slash in his throat in bloody bubbles. Oh well. That wouldn’t last long.

Suddenly, something grey and massive slammed into them—a dog? No, a wolf, massive and furious, its teeth gnashing for Ghirahim’s throat, ripping through glamor flesh and exposing the metal below. Ghirahim gasped, the weight of the animal near impossible, and it took surprising strength to anchor himself as the beast took his throat in its mouth. Ere's blade masters slid an arm under each of Ghirahim's arms and pulled him out from under it. The wolf lunged to them instead, teeth black and oily. Ere yelled something as a blade master went down, but Ghirahim couldn’t hear it over the surprised ringing in his ears. There was a flash of blue—a time gate.

Link’s collapsed body was the last thing Ghirahim saw before the time and space magic wrapped him up in its cocoon, yanking him from this plane and back, back, back, back underground to the Yiga’s pathetic little hideout. Ghirahim coughed, feeling his neck and the shredded flesh there, as Ere loomed above him.

“What,” she spat, “Is it about following orders do you not understand?”

Ghirahim wasn’t listening. No, he was too busy feeling Link’s hot blood on his hands, smearing it into the holes on his own throat, and knowing at that moment that he would do more than kill the Sky Child and his friends: Ghirahim was going to destroy them, completely and utterly, their stupid fucking dog included.

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