#if it were just a beast following its instincts out of control that would be one thing

[ssplague]

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Warnings ⛔️ A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Honorable mentions 💌 @lalachanya  @mrsmelaninhood 

@whatdidshesayyy @faemagic88

@viridianhero  @alishii @rv19 

@maggiecc @crazy-eight17 @nnubee

“All for you, All because of you”

The sight of you standing in the shadows of the hallway, made Bakugou feel as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs. You look from the angry blonde, to the way he holds your green haired savior. A brief flash of anger reflects in your eyes, while your facial features display abject terror. Seeing your display of negative emotions focused solely upon him, had something in the shifter’s chest aching painfully. “Unhand him! Put him down right now!” You demanded shakily, tears begin to well up in your eyes, quick to overflow and dribble down your cheeks. “He was just trying to help by getting me out of the storm! Please don’t Kill him! PLEASE!” You wailed, feeling absolutely helpless.

The original shock that your sudden appearance had brought on was quick to fade. Each of the men regained their composure, each one’s expression was drastically different from the other’s.

Deku being dropped to the floor has you shrinking back against the wall. Done in attempts to make yourself smaller, hopefully small enough to go unnoticed. Only to realize how stupid that thought was, while the one you now knew as a blood thirsty beast approaches. Flames danced within the crimson stare, its intensity was solely focused on you. A chaotic swell of feelings had resulted from the earlier encounter with Shindo. Even after channeling said feelings Into a rage fueled destruction, the continued heart ache had been too great for his mortal self to endure. So Bakugou had let his draconic side bear the brunt of that emotional onslaught, to which the beast didn’t seem to mind. Now however…with you mere inches away, cowering at his feet, the beastly side of him was fighting like mad to remain in control.

We found her! 

Let’s take her, mark her, make her understand there is no escape!

Somehow you had managed to hold his gaze since it landed on you. Despite the fact that your body is shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. For a split second the actual scene infront of him is altered; Rather than being in Deku’s shitty second home the two of you were in the dragon king’s most cherished place, with his fangs piercing your neck as he mounted you from behind. Quick as the vision had come, it just as rapidly dissipated.

Obviously this image was forced to the forefront of his mind on purpose. Pathetic, as if he needed any more incentive to take what was already his.

Her eyes are even more beautiful when she cries…Just look at her, poor thing is wound up as tight as a bow string…

Reminds me of a timid little doe in the forest, ready to run at the first sign of danger…

As Bakugou slowly brings a large hand up towards your face, you flinch instinctively.

“Y/N…I would never harm you…how could your opinion of me have shifted so drastically just from hearing some ridiculous stories?” His voice is soft as he speaks to you, the calloused pad of his thumb drying your tears.

“Are they really just stories? You looked perfectly capable of killing Midoryia right now, maybe you would have even enjoyed doing so…” you gesture toward Izuku as you finally look away from Bakugou. Your heart ached with some strange unspoken need to be close to this man, you couldn’t get him out of your head, “Can we talk somewhere privately?”.

“The bedroom in the very back of the house would be a good spot” your host offers, giving you an encouraging smile, despite rubbing his sore neck.

You turn and walk back down the dark hallway, not looking to see if the Dragon king was following you. Opening the door to a tidy old bedroom containing a bed with a purple patchwork quilt spread out over it, and an old wooden dresser.

Taking a seat on the bed you look down at the floor boards, not even bothering to look up when the bedroom door shuts and the lock clicks. The bed dips slightly as Katsuki comes to sit beside you.

A few minutes of silence pass before you let out the breath you’d kept in,  “Im sure you’re expecting me to return to the capital with you tomorrow…and the only way I will agree to come willingly is if there are no more lies…I…well I need to be able to trust my king “

My king

The touch of a warm, rough, palm incased your cheek. The feeling of it enough to get you to look up at its owner. Instantly returning the sentimental gesture by intertwining your fingers with his other hand. “I know what they must have told you about me, I’m sorry you were frightened enough to flee…Its true I have killed countless men and beasts alike…but it was all for the sake of my people! To keep them safe, to earn even more respect than the almighty king of the south had during his reign…Our lands have expanded, we have gained even more allies than ever before, its all been for the greater good my love…all for us to rule over together, we’ll make our kingdom the most prosperous of all of the lands surrounding us” Bakugou spoke so passionately as desire sparked in his crimson irises, his words made you feel inspired and excited in ways you never had felt before.

“I need you with me y/n, I need you by my side as my queen! No one on this entire planet could ever make me feel the way you do…my goddess, let me worship you like you deserve” He spoke so passionately to you, keeping eye contact to demonstrate his honesty. A gentle push had you laying back on the plush mattress, lashes fluttering over you’re half opened eyes as you moved further up the bed to make room for him as well. Rather than laying next to you, the imposing man loomed over the top of you. “Katsuki?” his name left your lips in a breathy sort of simper, causing a low rumble to sound in his chest. His reply is just as gruff sounding as he rasped “Love hearing you say my name…wanna hear you say it every day for the rest of my life”.

“I don’t understand why im so drawn to you, I should be afraid, I should want to run away and put distance between us…but im just so relieved to have you with me once more…MY king” it seemed as if you had accidentally envoked a possessive, borderline seductive lilit   With the way you had spoke. Surely that explains the sudden surge of confidence expelling any trace of the shaken, timid person you’d been mere minutes ago. Your sudden change didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou as he studied you carefully, another pleased rumble rolling through his chest as your fingers carded themselves through messy blonde locks. Closing his eyes allowed him to feel his way through your aura; A pleased hum  the possessive emphasis placed on your words Vibrates your throat as your spirit attempted to entangle itself with his own.

Not yet.

The sound of your disappointed whine had his crimson irises re-open to lock with your own. The delectable fragrance you emitted seemed to have strengthened and it takes all of the young king’s will power not to let the drool pooling inside his mouth leak out onto the pillows bellow. Your honeyed scent coated his tongue and clung to the passages inside of his nose. No longer laying dormant, your omega spirit had finally exposed itself to him. Now wide awake, it seemed she wasn’t interested in waiting for any sort of proper ceremonial rigamarole to be claimed by her chosen mate.

“Stop that”

“Stop what?” Your innocent sounding voice and wide doe eyes aren’t fooling Bakugou in the slightest. 

Still doesn’t stop from making you look so adorably fuckable though…

Moving from over the top of you, the extremely turned on dragon shifter lays down behind you.

Turning on his side, slinging a heavy arm around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“Katsuki?” You ask, confused at his sudden change of heart.

“Sleep, we have a long day to get through tomorrow” he grumbled, kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder. The statement had an air of finality to it, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

So much for “worshipping his goddess”….

The following morning the Dragon king wakes up to the sound of birds chirping. Feeling his arm still resting on your plush body, he lets out a pleased rumble, trying to pull you closer. Only to realize it wasn’t you beneath his arm, it was your pillow.

“Y/n!” His voice cracked as he hurriedly sat up, frantic eyes scanning the room for you.

“Dammit!”

Instantly on his feet, a frightened but rapidly growing furious Bakugou berated himself for his foolishness.

You let your guard down and look what happened! She could be miles away by now!

Wrenching the bedroom door open and hurrying down the hallway, the wide open front door has panic gripping his very soul as he imagines losing you again.

“Oh uhm good morning Kaachan” 

A sheepish Deku greets his childhood friend warily, in his hands are a tray and three empty cups.

Noticing the look on the blonde man’s face, a smile appears on Deku’s, “Y/N is outside with Kirishima, they seem to have taken a liking to one another! I made sure to save you a couple of the pasteries we had for breakfast, I’ll get them for you”. Ducking his head down to awkwardly lean against the door frame, Katsuki watches your interaction with his idiot friend.

A small pile of wild flowers sit between the two of you, your lips are moving while explaining what your fingers are doing as they carefully braid vines and flowers together. The giant red head is watching intently until you finish the flower crown and place it atop his shitty hair. “I LOVE IT! I’ll cherish it forever!” The fool exclaims happily, sharp teeth on full display as he grins at you. The laughter that follows from you two brings a small smile to the King’s face, shaking his head at the idiot that is Ejiro.

“I poured you some tea to go with your breakfast Kaachan” Izuku calls as he comes down the hallway, appearing with Katsuki’s cloak folded over his arm, “it’s in the kitchen, and here is your cape, it’s all dried now”. Taking the offered cape, Katsuki drapes it over his broad shoulders and enters the kitchen. Grabbing his food to stand at the window where he can continue observing you and Kirishima. It doesn’t take him long to eat the two pastries and drain the cup of tea, and rather than leave the dirtied dishes for the nerd, he washes them.

Glancing out the window once more, Katsuki watches Kirishima attempting to make a flower crown with his clumsy hands and clawed fingers. Seeing the polite smile on your face as you helped shitty scales with patience and undoubtedly kind words…well it did something to Bakugou. The very first time he’d remembered ever experiencing such comfortable warmth extending from the depths of his heart, a feeling of peace that extinguished his always present fury, a softness that cushioned his sharp tongue, was the day he met you….

When word had reached Bakugou that one of the elder dragons was wreaking havoc in the eastern mountain range, he’d immediately felt the need to prove himself once again. It wasn’t just an elderly rogue creature, it was one of the ancient dragons that inhabited these lands long before any human stepped foot upon them. The magnificent beasts are few and far between these days. Some had been slain, others chose to befriend and coexist with humans, the most dangerous had been forcibly sealed away. The latter of which was only carried out when the beast was so formidable that the combined efforts of dragon and human together could not kill It. 

Great protest had followed the young royal’s announcement of planning to take on this monster by himself. The naysayers were silenced by the threat of exile or execution should any of them attempt to follow him. The battle between Bakugou and the ancient dragon waged on for three full days, neither of them willing to give up. Once it was all said and done, the Dragon King’s ferocious tenacity won out. With the beast dead at his Royal feet, he shifted back into his human form and set about pulling out teeth, claws, as well as a large gem embedded in the slain beast’s forehead. All of the things the man collected were to serve as more than just trophies in demonstration of his victory. Only when he was finished and the giant satchel was secured around him, did he switch back into his dragon form and take off toward home. It was about halfway through the journey that Katsuki’s vision started to blur, not long after came pain in his limbs. The Adrenaline rush had officially worn off, along with the dopamine high victory had brought about. Seeing what looked like an island below, the black dragon slowly loses altitude, and before it can hit the water, a human body appears in its place. Exhausted as he was, Bakugou kept a tight grip on his satchel as he fought the tide to get to shore, where he immediately collapsed.

Waking up was a surprisingly comfortable experience, whatever the Royal lay upon was soft, the air around him was a comfortable temperature and the smell invading his senses was possibly the best scent in the world. Only the feather light touch of small fingers on his skin made his eyes fly open, a frightening growl comes from deep in his chest. Taking hold of a tiny wrist in his large fist, “What the fuck do you-“ the words died on his lips as he caught sight of you. Pupils expanding due to fear, inside rings of wide e/c eyes stared back at him, before looking down at the wrist he still had clutched inside his hand, “ I didn’t mean to startle you…Im sorry”. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a unique tone that was made for him to hear and no one else, he had to of died during his flight home because no shitty mortal could be making him feel this way…”Im y/n by the way…I uh, I came across you passed out on the shore at the beach, and once I got a better look at your injuries...I couldn’t just leave you there” you spoke to him so softly, touched him so gently. The strange sensation wouldn’t go away; This tingling warmth in his chest, the serene calm you brought Bakugou only amplified the longer he spent with you, the closer you got to him.

It made the normally rage fueled monarch relax, it made him want to be a better man and a better leader.

All for you.

All because of you.

The memory made it easier to force himself to turn away from the window and stalk down the short hallway. Pushing open the already slightly ajar door to see the green haired male scribbling down some notes, muttering to himself as he picked up a jar and inspected the contents. Taking a few steps inside Bakugou clears his throat to gain the other man’s attention, “Oh Kaachan! Im sorry I didn’t hear you come in!” Deku exclaims, emerald eyes shifting nervously “Is something…wrong?”. “No…I just need to talk to you…” it comes out rougher than he’d intended but somehow Katsuki is able to get the words out “I wanted to thank…you…for uh…for helping Y/N…and Im s…sorry about last night I…I was worked up and I snapped on you when I shouldn’t have…”. The two men stood and stared at each other for a minute before Izuku breaks the silence “You don’t have to thank me, I was just doing the right thing….And Kirishima filled me in on what happened before you guys ended up here yesterday…It makes sense that you would be on edge after all that….Im sorry I didn’t just tell you she was here right away, I was uh kinda terrified you would think things were different than they appeared to be…”. 

“So…we are good then?” The Dragon king replies, narrowed eyes glaring at Deku.

“Yep we’re good” the green haired man says with a nod, smiling as he turns back towards his notes.

Bakugou turns to leave the room, only to pause in the doorway.

Keeping his back towards Midoryia to hide the grimace on his face as he says “If you want a ride back to the capital you can come with us, hurry up and pack your shit cause we’re leaving ASAP” no sooner are the words out of his mouth that his stomping feet can be heard down the hallway, huffing when he hears the nerd happily accepting his invitation. Its gotta be you and your infectious kindness thats getting to him, and that should be a lot more unsettling than it was to him in this moment. 

You and Kirishima were far too busy laughing at something Bakugou hadnt heard to notice when he emerged from the cabin. A large shadow falls over the grass infront of you as your laughter dies down into snickers. Which then cease immediately as soon as you notice who stands behind you.

“Oh! Good morning your highness!” Ejiro exclaims as he enthusiastically gets to his feet and smiles at the grimacing monarch. The red head extends his hand to help you up, only to have it knocked out of the way and replaced with the king’s. Taking your much smaller hand in his, Katsuki uses a little too much strength to pull you up and ends up with you falling face first against his hard chest. “G-Good morning my…King” you mumble against his skin as you peer up at him from in between his pecs.

“Missed you in bed this morning my goddess” the king replied, wrapping his arms around your body to keep you held to him. He couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered expression, where was the boldness you demonstrated to him the night prior? “Im not a goddess…yet” you corrected with a sigh “About last night, I….I apologize for behaving in such a provocative manner, it was innapropraite of me to proposition you like that….I dunno what came over me”.

“You’ve always repressed that side of yourself, it only makes sense that being in the company of your fated Alpha would get your omega all hot and bothered” Katsuki massages your hips as he takes a deep inhale of your scent “You handled it pretty well, Although, I wouldn’t have minded if you let the lust get to you, woulda been a good time for both of us…”.

“Is it inappropriate to admit that I missed sleeping beside you?” You nervously ask, shifting your weight from one foot to the other “I haven’t slept that good since the night before you left the island..”.

“No…its fine” he replied, taking notice of the way your eyes briefly fall to his lips “I feel the same”.

Your lashes flutter as you bring your gaze back to his, tilting your chin up slightly, craning your neck upwards to move your face closer. It was like the two of you were the only ones in the world for that brief moment your lips pressed gently to his. When you begin to pull back he stops you by giving you his own chaste kiss, resting his forehead against your’s.

“Will it always feel like this?” You whisper, gently grabbing hold of his cape to ground your out of control emotions. “Most likely”  Bakugou pauses to give you that stupid smirk “You’ll get used to it…eventually”. 

“Alright I’m ready to go! Sorry for making you all wait!” Calls Midoryia as he locks the cabin up, hurrying out to the field where Bakugou, Kirishima, and you are standing.

Rolling his eyes the king turns towards his companion, “Shitty Scales”. “Right! Give me just a second” Kirishima runs a few feet away, giving himself enough room to shift without worrying he’d hurt you or Izuku.

“Aren’t you going to fly us back?” You give Katsuki a questioning look, eyeing the blonde man wairly lest he shift and catch you by surprise.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t fall off mid flight and die” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as you open your mouth to retort ,magic electrified the air surrounding you. A red flash and an accompanying roar announce the magnificent crimson dragon that now stands where Kirishima had been moments ago. 

The beast lowered its head before the three of you, and Katsuki wasted no time helping you climb up its snout. Izuku follows the two of you to the middle of the dragon’s back before pulling a paint brush and jar from his rucksack. “What will you do with that?” You ask, watching the green haired man dip the brush into the jar. “Earlier Kirishima told me he wouldn’t mind if I painted some protective ruins on him to make sure we couldn’t slip or get blown off his back during our flight” Midoryia explains as he perfected the enchantment “It’s just some mashed berries that make up the pigment, something easy to clean off once he shifts back”. Once the brush and jar are placed into his bag, Izuku shuts his eyes and mumbles something unintelligible.

The runes glow bright green before fading to black, your eyes are wide with excitement and you can’t help but to be impressed by that.

“Incredible Izuku! Maybe one day you could teach me magic like that?!” You ask, tracing the symbols that line Kirishima’s scaled back. 

Deku didn’t even have to look at the king to know his red eyes were giving him a death glare.

“Oh it’s not that impressive, Kaachan’s magic is much stronger and flashier than anything I could do” the smaller man stutters as he waves his hands back and forth in surrender. Before you can praise Deku’s abilities any further, hands grip your hips, you don’t fight them pulling you backwards into Katsuki’s lap. You lean back against his chest as the King wraps his cape around both of you, probably to keep you warm during the flight. “Alright shitty scales let’s go!” Bakugou hollers, the dragon immediately spreads its wings and launches itself skyward. It’s terrifying at first, but once he’s gained enough altitude Kirishima glides along smoothly. Unable to contain the excitement anymore you begin to giggle, Midoryia sighs with relief and cracks a smile as well. “This is amazing!” You shout over the loud wind surrounding you, glancing over your shoulder to smile at Katsuki. The dragon side of  him is proud to see you smiling instead of crying and fearful. “I bet you are much more fun to ride my King, I can’t wait until you take me!” Your compliment is completely innocent, still he can’t help but agree as he definitely anticipated both those things himself. Both In an innocent and not so innocent manner.

Izuku sneaks glances at you two throughout the flight, seeing his childhood friend so happy is a pleasant change to the usual moody Kaachan. Its obvious that Katsuki’s affection for you is genuine and deep; In just the short time you two have known each other its obvious that you have began to change him. The crescent moon on your forehead catches the sunlight just right and a thought hits the observer. Quickly pulling a notebook from his bag the green haired man searches through his notes. Finding the page he was looking for, emerald eyes scan back and forth over the neatly written text.

In this realm,

a blessing descends,

a child of fate,

Whose power immense, 

destined to determine 

earth’s fate

Born beneath the moon's shadow,

a tale quite bizarre,

A beast hides within, 

a spirit touched by mar.

Not at the outset, 

but time's relentless flow,

Unveils a name in history's 

annals to grow.

Victories numerous, 

A heart encased in sin,

With a chance encounter, 

love's dance shall begin.

Strings of fate weave 

a love, pure and oh so divine,

The dragon king seeking

 a mate with whom

Soul shall intertwine.

This love is true, 

by impurity shunned,

Great Darkness out shone 

by a Celestial radiance 

Who’s light could

Outshine the sun 

Blessings abound 

Once the moon's grace prevails,

A bright happy future 

Similar to a child’s fairytale 

The prophecy that the oracle spoke twenty two years ago…

These words were something he’d heard since he was a small child. Everyone in the kingdom knew the words to this prophetic message, even going so far as to turn it into a song. For some reason it has always confused Midoryia.

It always seemed like something was missing from it, why does it end so abruptly? Placing the book back into his bag Midoryia chances another glance your way; Bakugou has his head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed and expression relaxed as you speak softly in his ear. Maybe Izuku was getting ahead of himself, maybe there was nothing to be worried about, maybe your love would really be enough to smooth over the dragon shifter’s horrifying and violent tendencies. 

Flying over the capital is an experience in itself;The city was vast, stretching out across the land as far as your eyes could see! All those people below looked like ants as they marched through the clean cobblestone streets.

Kirishima lands in the middle of the castle courtyard, lowering his belly to the ground  and curling his tail around to serve as a make shift slide. You watch Izuku, then Katsuki slide down before you followed suit, laughter flows from you as you slide across the smooth crimson scales, the latter catches you with ease once you reach the end. Midoryia bids you goodbye and before he can turn to leave you reach out to grab ahold of his sleeve, “You’ll come to visit me right? This won’t be the last time I see you, will it?” You ask nervously, hating to have to part with one of the first friends you’d made here. “You aren’t going anywhere yet nerd, I have something I need your help with so come on” snaps the king, dragging you until you fall instep with him. Approaching the castle, you notice it was tall enough for a dragon to inhabit, and more than wide enough. The dark stone making up the outside held a stark contrast to the granite and marble inside, the floors were polished and clean. The windows each had dark crimson curtains pulled to the side, allowing the natural light to illuminate the gorgeous paintings littering the walls. Kirishima jogs up the slope leading to the back entrance, appearing behind you just as the large back doors are opened. Two servants hold each door and bow their heads welcoming the four of you, you try to catch their eye but it was like they were ordered not to look at you. The further Katsuki led you into the castle the more you noticed that this lack of eye contact was a trend amongst the servants. At least when it came to you it was, they didn’t hesitate to return greetings from Izuku or Ejiro, offering kind smiles and waves along with each exchange.

Just as you were about to question the brooding blonde a loud voice resounds through the palace halls:

“Finally you got back! Was about to send out a fuckin’ search party….speaking of parties, the celebration was called off last night because of the weather so you got lucky Brat, but it will be going on tonight! Move aside so I can get a proper look at my daughter to be”. A female version of Katsuki shoved him to the side, identical crimson eyes growing wide as they observe you, taking your hands in her’s she introduces herself “Im Mitsuki, the last queen and mother of the soon to be king”. “Its lovely to meet you, your highness! I am Y/N…” you trail off, wondering if you should add anything else but Mitsuki beats you to the punch “Daughter of the Moon Goddess Selene”.

“Ah uhh yes” you reply nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

The older woman eyes the crescent moon on your forehead, “Absolutely radiant, I am honored that you chose my son, he is definitely undeserving of someone that projects such outward and internal beauty”.

“Your grace please” you blush at being talked up, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Now that we’ve gotten through introductions, I’ll be turning you over to these lovely ladies to help get you ready for the evenings festivities” your soon to be mother in law gestures to two woman standing off to the side, both looking directly at you wearing warm smiles on their faces “These two are Mina and Momo, no need to worry dear you will be in good hands, now get a move on, I still need to talk to my ignorant son privatley !”.

Katsuki wanted to protest as he watched the two women each grab one of your hands and lead you down the hall.

“She is the real deal, I could sense the ethereal magic as soon as she stepped foot in the castle” Mitsuki notes, before continuing “Katsuki you need to cherish her, that isn’t just any normal earth dwelling woman…if you hurt her or inflict any sort of suffering-“. “Enough old hag! I had to deal with enough bullshit the last two days, and now I have to deal with this stupid celebration tonight-“ Katsuki is cut off by his mother talking over him. “You were the one that insisted the party should take place before the actual wedding ceremony, since you wanted to be able to whisk your mate away as soon as vows are exchanged” Mitsuki rolls her eyes “You’re lucky that I personally saw to a majority of the details to both ceremony and celebration, you should be thanking me profusely”.

“I have something I need to take care of, whatever you need me to do will have to wait until im done, c’mon nerd lets go, Kirishima you stand guard over Y/N, don’t let her go anywhere unattended” the king demands as he heads back towards the door he’d originally entered from, not waiting for the red head to reply. Izuku bowed to Mitsuki before hurrying after the retreating monarch.

As soon as Momo and Mina had you behind closed doors they bombarded you with questions:

“How did you and the king meet?”

“Was it love at first sight?”

“How did he propose?”

“How big was his-“ you quickly put an end to that line of questioning.

“I found him injured as I was walking down the beach of an island in his territory, it took some time for us to warm up to each other….Uh he didn’t exactly give me a choice, it was just a mutual agreement, and as for THAT…I wouldn’t know since we haven’t…y’know” you answered their questions lamely, it was embarrassing. If they thought anything negative the women didn’t share it, they just made idle chit chat as they combed out your hair. Taking a deep breath you shut your eyes, a bead of sweat slid from your temple to down your cheek, falling between the valley of your breasts. Had it always been so stifling hot in here? Pleasant scents of sweet almond, and vanilla reached your nose before suddenly being over powered by a lavender fragrance. Glancing around the room you don’t seem to find anything that would have put off the scents, the room was bright with afternoon sunlight illuminating the white canopy of the large four poster bed in its center. A small oak writing desk sat in one corner, and a clothing rack sat in the corner opposite of it, between the two directly across from the door used to gain entry to the room was another slightly ajar door, most likely a bathroom. Bringing a hand up you begin to fan your face, now beads of sweat lined the entirety of your forehead, you dab them away with your other hand before they slip into your eyes. Thats when you felt the sleeves of your dress being pulled down as the back of it had been unfastened, feeling your chest slightly exposed caused you to squeak in concern.

“Sorry my lady, we’re done brushing your hair out and now its time for your bath” Momo explains apologetically.

“Oh okay…I can undress myself” you begin to head towards the open door only to realize that the two of them were following you, turning back around Mina speaks up “Its our job to get you ready for tonights celebration and your wedding tomorrow, so its our job to scrub you down, remove any unsightly hairs, wash, condition, style your hair, and then moisturize you from head to toe,  I know its not ideal for two strangers to see your naughty bits but we’ll all be the best of friends afterwards!”. “Mina!” Exclaims Momo as she clutched her chest “Im so sorry my lady, please forgive her indiscretions, she means well!”.

The two of them begin to bicker on what is and isn’t appropriate to say to their future queen, your eyes bounce from one to the other as they speak. The pinkette is outgoing and high energy, while the ponytail is more somber and sophisticated. Mina begins making a game out of saying cruder and cruder things until her partner looks like she might just feint from the naughty language. Your laughter echoes around the bathroom as you strip out of your dress and undergarments, soon dying down into giggles as you enter the large bath, submerging your entire body.

“A thousand apologies my lady-“

“None needed, and call me y/n…I don’t consider myself above either of you…I want to make more friends” you admit this albeit nervously. A huge grin lights up Mina’s face, and MoMo ops for a more polite smile.

“You still haven’t mentioned where we are going Kaachan” Izuku nervously pointed out as he followed Bakugou. One of the kingdoms other shifters had given them a ride to the base of a nearby mountain. Now the two of them had been walking for over an hour, ocassionally having to climb up steep rocky ledges. “I told you already, you’ll find out once we get there! We’re over halfway there, woulda been there already if it weren’t for your sorry ass slowing me down” Katsuki sneers back at his companion. He was already 

irritated that Deku of all people accompanied him, and now the worm would know of his greatest kept secret. It couldn’t be helped, the nerd was the only one he trusted enough to assist him with this task.

After climbing one final ledge Bakugou comes to a stop Rubbing vigorously at his temples in attempt to stop the building tension headache. The pain stemming from his draconian sides repeat attempts at taking over his rational mind. Waiting for Midoryia to catch up, the king stood just outside of a cave that led inside of the mountain itself.

“We’re going inside?” Deku panted as he stared at Katsuki incredulously. “Yep C’mon” the king replied, immediately heading inside. Once inside the cave their path was blocked by what appeared to be a wall of volcanic rock. Placing both of his crackling palms atop it, the rock wall seemingly melted away, green eyes grew wide signifying the other man’s amazement.

“This is my horde, tell anyone the location, show up here without permission, or steal something and you’re dead, got it?” The King says with fire in his eyes, drawing himself up to his imposing height to make it easier to look down on Deku.

“I-of course not, I mean yes understood!” The frightened male squeaks, nodding his head nervously.

Turning his back on the cowering man, Katsuki walks further into the cavern. Treasures of all sorts line the pathway, Izuku can’t help but continue to marvel at all of it. A single path branched off the crowded walk way that led further into the cavern. Following it took the two men into what appeared to be a room carved into the rock wal

It wasn’t huge, it was small enough to be considered comfortable. Izuku noticed the various objects and decorations in this area were different than the haphazard treasure piles outside it. These things been placed with care, silk sheets covered the pile of furs and pillows surrounded what was obviously a bed in the center of the room. There was no spot that indicated the bedding had been slept on, and before the green haired man could contemplate this any further, the hulking blonde motioned for him to approach the spot.

“Paint these ruins right here” the king orders, lifting the bedding up and exposing the floor before he hands his subordinate a page that had been torn out of an obviously old book. Taking the ripped page carefully, Deku examines it curiously. Only to realize this was something in an ancient draconian language, raising a brow he begins to ask “What do these-“ only to be cut off by an angry “None of your damn business, just hurry up and come paint them”.

While Izuku set about his task, Katsuki continually left the room and returned with different things.

Arranging the treasures neatly, adding more decor and standing back to look at it satisfactorily.

Only to frown and take it away, going back out into the cave and exchanging the rejected items with something else. Once the runes were transcribed perfectly across the stone floor they glowed red hot, and burst into what had to be flames. This makes poor Deku Yelp loudly, jumping back to avoid getting burned. Quickly he grabs his bag and attempts to smother the flame, “Oi what the fuck are you doing?! Move idiot!” Katsuki exclaims as he runs over. Disregarding the frightened babbling coming from the startled man on the floor. The king takes a breath before closing his eyes in concentration lifting his hand that rapidly began forming into one of a dragon. Using the sharp talons to slice his other palm, blood began pouring out of the wound and dropping onto the burning shapes.

That’s when Izuku realizes that the flames weren’t burning anything despite the intense heat they were emitting. When the drops of blood hit the various letters it would sizzle loudly before extinguishing the flame all together. By the time each letter had been coated and the fire had been put out completely, only a faint outline of ruins appeared etched into the cave floor. The king carefully placed the bedding back in place to cover them up and smirked, very pleased with something apparently.

“Kaachan?” 

“Listen up nerd,  you’re going to help me haul the rest of the necessities I need up here before the wedding, since you are the only person other than shitty hair that knows where my horde is, now c’mon we have shit to do”  with that the king is quick to leave the room, and a very confused Deku inside of it. Something felt off to Midoryia about that enchantment, making sure he had all of his personal items put away before getting to his feet. Emerald eyes notice the old scrap of parchment had drifted a little off to the side during his earlier scare, considering Katsuki hadn’t picked it up or asked for it back, its quickly stashed away in a pocket of his satchel.

“WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING SO DAMN LONG?!”

“S-Sorry! Coming Kaachan!”

Back at the castle Mina and Momo had finished styling your hair and now were dressing you in your formal attire for the celebration taking place in the capital that evening.  The white dress had translucent sleeves that billowed outward when you walked, the slits on either side, and cut outs on the sides of your sternum made you nervous. 

“You look wonderful, everyone is going to think so” compliments the pinkette.

“I absolutley agree with Mina, you look every bit a future queen, the people will definitely be reassured they’re in good hands with you and the king” Momo adds with a polite smile. Thanking the both of them you glance out the window and notice that the moon has already taken its place high in the sky, shining bright as ever.

Without thinking you strode toward the doors of the small balcony in your room, opening them and stepping out into the fresh night air, closing your eyes and letting the gentle breeze caress your skin.

The two women watched you in fascination, it was as if your were taking in the light from the moon as one would from the sun on a warm day.

“Such a warm, gentle light” your whisper is lost on the faint wind, your heart swells in your chest at the fond memories made back then in your true home, the beautiful flowing silver hair and dazzling smile of a women dances behind your eye lids “Mother I miss you…I wonder what you think of all this…I hope you will come to watch me get married….or prevent it if its something that shouldnt happen…”. A ethereal glow surrounds you, making Mina and Momo gasp excitedly, the reassurance you had began to feel seemed to be a good enough answer from the goddess. As you turned to head back inside you paused in the threshold, glancing over your shoulder up at the crystal like light in the sky, the soft breeze blows hard enough to ruffle your dress. The voice that was carried on the winds from the heavens above was for your ears alone.

I will be there

The party was well underway by the time Kirishima escorted you out onto the balcony where two identical blondes sat overseeing the festivities. Katsuki is on his feet before you step through the door, you reach out to him and his expression softens as he takes your hand in his. “You look beautiful y/n” Mitsuki says as she too has gotten to her feet “The people are ready to meet their future queen”. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you take your place beside the dragon king. The older woman gestures towards a blonde precariously dressed man with a thin mustache, he gives a nod before loudly addressing the guests;

“Attention please! The royal family has announcement to make”. His voice has to be magically amplified some how, it’s so loud it makes you want to cover your ears.

“Thank you all for coming to join us in celebrating the unveiling of your soon to be queen” Mitsuki smiles warmly at the crowd below, gesturing for Katsuki to take over.

As soon as the king steps forward the people cheer “Long Live the Dragon King!” “Congratulations your majesty!” “King Bakugou!”.

The smirk he flashes his subjects has many in the crowd swooning, as soon as he begins to speak they all quiet down “I know many of you have long awaited the introduction of a new queen to rule beside me…It took longer than I would like to admit to find her, twas an accident that she came across me grievously injured from my battle with one of the ancient ones” a dramatic pause has the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, Katsuki smiles over his shoulder at you before continuing “It’s by the grace of Selene herself that her one and only daughter would not only find me, but put in the effort to nurse me back to health, I knew as soon as I opened my eyes and beheld the beauty above me that she was the one…my true mate and now your future queen my princess 

y/n”. You allow yourself to be pulled forward and now stood at your fiancé’s side, the crowd below erupts into applause, shouting and chanting.

“Goddess Born!”

“Daughter of Selene”

“Keeper of moonlight”

“Long live the King and Queen!”

You smiled and waved to the people, happy when Katsuki holds you close to him. You glance up to admire your handsome fiancé, without thinking you lean upwards and he meets you halfway in a passionate kiss that has the citizens cheering even louder.

Pulling away the two of you touch foreheads briefly before waving to the crowd once more and moving away from the edge of the balcony.

“Should I have said something?” You wonder aloud, glancing over your shoulder wearing a confused expression. “You did fine darling, if you had addressed them they would have went berserk with excitement, we don’t want the castle getting torn up before the wedding” Mitsuki reassures you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Handfuls of nobles and commoners alike swarm to shake your hands and introduce themselves when you briefly come down to mingle among them. You spot Izuku’s green curls across the room and are quick to excuse yourself, happy to see a familiar face. He’s talking to a woman whose cheeks are bright pink as she giggles at something, only to immediately pause after catching sight of you.

“Midoryia!” You called out, smiling once you reached him.

“Princess! Hello!” He stands up straight, greeting you warmly “This is my good friend Ochako Uraraka”.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you your highness” the pink cheeked girl says shyly.

“You as well, no need to be so formal! Please call me y/n” you reply happily “I’m relieved to see someone familiar, I’ve met so many new people tonight already!”.

“The whole kingdom is buzzing with excitement, I bet it’s overwhelming!” Ochako exclaims, glancing around the room “Most of us didn’t think Bakugou would ever end up finding his fated partner”.

You chuckled at that, it certainly made sense why they would feel that way. Before you could continue your conversation you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder “Come now y/n, let’s get you back to Katsuki, Ejiro just informed me that he’s getting pissy” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, Kirishima nervously scratches the back of his neck behind her. It takes the couple by surprise when you hug each of them “Hopefully we can have a longer conversation next time, bye Midoryia, nice meeting you Ochako!” You say quickly, flashing them a dazzling smile before taking hold of Mitsuki’s hand, Kirishima following closely behind the two of you as you head back towards the raised platform.

Katsuki was slouched in his chair, two of his knights you hadn’t met yet, along with Mina, all appeared to be teasing him. If the scowl on his face was anything to go by that is. “I brought her back just as I promised you damn cry baby” Mitsuki snapped as she released her hold on you. Gracefully moving past the older woman you were about to take a seat beside the brooding king, only to let out a startled yip as his large hands took hold of your hips and yanked you into his lap. “Yeah what happened to only five minutes? It’s been at least an hour, she’s not your show pony old hag” Bakugou sneers at his mother, making you gasp,

“My king how could you speak to your mother in such an awful manner?!”. This only makes the woman smirk at her son as she looks down her nose at him, “Listen to your wife Katsuki, she’s got a much better head on her shoulders”.

“Yeah yeah” the disgruntled blonde huffs, waving his mother off.

“We haven’t had the chance of meeting yet my lady” the yellow haired male says, immediately moving closer to take your hand.

“Denki Kaminari at your service” he presses a kiss to the back of your hand before bowing low. “Let go of her hand before I take off your head DunceFace” Katsuki snarls.

Kaminari is immediately bumped out of the way for his black haired counterpart to stand before you, “Hanta Serro, pleasure to make your acquaintance my lady”.

Serro bows to you, flashing a toothy grin as he does so.

“Nice to meet you gentlemen” you say with a polite smile.

“Now piss off you all” Bakugou grumbled “Want a minute to speak to my women without any comments from the peanut gallery”.

Both knights give him a mock salute, and wave at you as them and Kirishima leave you two.

Immediately you feel warm hands squeeze at your sides and you lean your forehead against their owner’s. “You okay? I thought you would get overwhelmed meeting so many people” Katsuki asks, admiring your beauty as you close your eyes. “It wasnt that bad, I’m fine now though” you reply, a pleased hum followed it as Katsuki’s hands began to brush across the skin of your hips that was exposed from the slits in your dress. His hands are warm as they trail down your thighs, leaving tingles in their wake as they travel back upwards. He decided to continue this action, caressing your exposed skin, allowing the skin on his palms to slightly increase in temperature. A prideful smugness begins building inside of him after noticing with each pass over your hips you’re leaning further into him.

Soon your head comes to rest between his neck and shoulder, the relaxed sigh you emit has your breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Without thinking he grabs a bit too harshly at your hips, causing an adorable squeak to come from you. So he does it again, only this time it gets a much different result.

The cute little “humphh” was there, but what followed it was….teeth.

Your teeth grazed the skin of his neck before nipping it. The pain was nothing to the dragon king, but combined with the warmth of your tongue poking at it, that was everything.

 Katsuki abruptly got to his feet, his grip shifted beneath your ass in order for him to swiftly carry you out of the crowded ballroom. The two of you are out the door you’d entered to reach the balcony before you could properly access the situation. Carrying you a little ways down the castle hallway, the king stops at a small alcove. Deeming the small space good enough to press your body against the polished stone wall. “My king?” You ask nervously, his body pressing against your’s even though he was as close to you as possible already.

“Won’t everyone notice we left?” You only get a rumbling growl In response, your body tensing as the king squeezes your hips again, his nose coming down to sniff at your neck.

Still haven’t claimed her yet? Coward, I’ll have to change that.

“M-my king?” 

Feel  that?

Your core grows wet with slick as you begin to lose yourself in these

 new pleasurable sensations caused by your lover’s continued motions. They fueled the aching need between your spread thighs, little whimpers escaping as you begin to rut against his abs.

I think she likes me more than you…think I’ll claim her, since you have been dragging your feet…Let me show you how it’s done.

Crimson eyes begin growing black they eat up the sight of you breathing heavily and growing desperate.

One of his fingers slip into your wet hole, earning a gasp from you. His eyes drinking in your appearance, enjoying the moment.

“O-ohhh Katsuki!” Your mouth hangs open, your nails bite into the skin of his biceps “I…please Katsuki I need more…want you my king”.

Bakugou finally regained control over his body, not that you know he had ever lost it. The sight of you growing so needy from his touch was overwhelmingly gorgeous.

His lips crash into your own as he begins sisscoring you open.

“Mmm princess…tell me what you want…just tell me and I’ll give it to you y/n…you look so beautiful like this” Katsuki moans as one of your hands tangles in his hair, forcing his head forward to continue the kiss.

“I want…hahhh…want you” you whine into his mouth before curling your tongue with his “I want you to ravage me King Katsuki…show me how a dragon makes love” Surely he couldn’t fuck you right here in this hallway? After all the work he’d put in back at the mountain to make your first (and only) mating perfect….

“Katsukiii”

He couldn’t.

“I want you to.. I want you to fuck me”

He can, and he will.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets” the king replied, one hand wrapping around your throat and gently beginning to apply pressure.

“Oh? You like this, don’t try to bullshit me when you keep squeezing my fingers” he applied a little more pressure as his other hand moved to free his aching cock. “M’gonna fuck ya right here, right now…don’t care who sees do you? Begging for me like a desperate little whore”.

Your whines are growing higher in pitch as you begin to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Gods princess you look so good like this, I got what you need right here baby”  he mumbles, guiding the head of his dick towards your slit. Gathering some of the wetness leaking from you, both of you were holding your breath and watching the spot where you would be conjoined. Just as you felt the tip of him against your fluttering entrance, did you both notice the sound of footsteps approaching. Katsuki releases his hold on you, making sure you could stand alright before stuffing his dick back in his pants. You leaned down to grab your ruined panties off the floor, sticking them deep into his pants pocket. Smoothing down your dress, you moved forward and grabbed his hand pulling him along. You both appeared calm when you met Kirishima as he rounded the corner.

“There you guys are! Sorry to bother but Jeanist and Aizawa wish to meet with you before the night’s end My king” the red haired man says, his large smile is a bit sheepish as he looks anywhere but at you.

“Take her back to her room, I’ll tell pinky to join you” Katsuki orders his knight, who nodded before moving a slight distance down the hallway.

“I know you must be worn out princess, it’s been a long day…” the king began, dropping your hand to touch your cheek “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow”. As he leans down to kiss you he is abruptly thwarted by your hands pushing against his chest, “Tomorrow?!” You practically squawk at him “What am I to sleep alone?!”.

Blaming your heightened emotions on your guy’s previous actions, tears well up in your eyes,

“What was all that for if you just planned to abandon me afterwards?”. Later that night as you lay awake staring off into space, your reaction would embarrass you. 

That would be then, this here was now.

“We shared the same space throughout our time together on the island, slept side by side! Now that you’ve uprooted me and brought me here to this foreign land, where I have no family or allies, you leave me alone and refuse to share a bed?! This is where you draw the line?” You kept your volume at a harsh whisper to avoid attracting any unwanted eavesdroppers.

You pulled away as Katsuki reached out towards you, “Go and handle your business, I refuse to stoop so low as to disrupt the order of your kingdom, Goodnight King Bakugou”. “Y/n wait! You can’t just say all that and walk away, we aren’t done with this conversation! Get back-“ the king went silent as he heard a door open further up the hallway, his arm dropping back to his side. Turning to leave, the last thing he sees is Kirishima following after you.

Should have just let me handle it.

“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki snarls, stopping just outside the door he’d carried you out of previously “Don’t think you ever are going to pull that same bullshit again, that’s my woman!”.

You forget, I am you….

Before he can respond the Door opens and his mother stares back at him “Where’s y/n?”.

“I sent her to bed, she was tired” 

The clipped tone of her son’s voice was nothing the older woman wasn’t used to. Something wasnt right, as she moved to let her son pass by her eyes scrutinized him.

“Oi what’d you two old bastards want? My intended is upset with me now thanks to you assholes” the King snarls, approaching the two men that stood waiting.

“Hello to you too your majesty” Jeanist replies, pushing his dark blonde bangs further to the side.

Aizawa only rolls his eyes, “Let’s move somewhere quieter, too much going on down there”.

“Y/n seems nice, how’d you two meet? I figured Bakugou would have kept her hidden until tonight” Ochako asks, excitedly taking a large bite of cake. “Hmm? Oh well long story short I gave her shelter when she had been caught out in a storm” Midoryia replied, absentmindedly glancing around the ball room. “What was she doing out in a storm?” The witch asks around her fork, savoring the first bite. “Oh uh well” Izuku chuckled nervously “It was just due to a misunderstanding, no big deal or anything”. “Bakugou upset her and she took off, got lost, only to be found and saved by you…right?” Ochacko asked, fixing him with a narrowed eye stare. “Right” the green haired man sighs.

“I just dont get it Mina….how could he just dismiss me like that after…well you know! I just dont understand what I did wrong” you lament to the pinkette brushing your hair out. “You didnt do anything, im sure that he was seconds away from whisking you off to his chambers, if the two of you hadnt been interrupted” replies Mina, briefly glaring at the bedroom door Kirishima was currently posted outside of. “Typically our people dont wait for marriage to mate, mating often times proceeds a formal marriage, but you are someone special, and I believe thats why the king is waiting until after the wedding to break your back” she explains, wrapping the silk scarf around your tresses.

“W-What?! Break my back??” You stammer fearfully.

“Its a figure of speech, basically he’s going to do it so good you wont be able to leave the bed afterwards, rumor has it the king is rough, and likes to get a bit freaky too, so good luck with that” Mina teases as she knots the scarf, tapping your shoulder with the brush as she chuckles.

“Mina! I might be offended if I knew what any of that even meant” you whine, shaking your head back and forth.

A/N: I hope the length of this made up for the last one! I tried to find out if there was a form of A/B/O for dragons so I could use those terms, but I guess they go by the same things? I dunno 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thanks for all the love and support you guys show me, it makes me happier than you know ❤️‍🔥

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #mha #fantasy au #bnha #dragon bakugou #dragon king bakugou #royal au

[peliginspeaks]

Listen, I'm sorry to the people who draw Veils in torn/bloody robes because of the whole Vake thing but you're simply wrong. Do you think Veils would Ever go out like that. Do you think it doesn't have fifteen changes of clothes ready immediately, with options depending on the day and occasion, to climb into when it comes back from killing things. Of course it does. Veils is getting home, taking a shower in the Bazaar, putting on a new perfectly clean robe with accent panels and silk trim, and then dabbing 1 (one) tasteful bloodstain on the hem of it with a claw because it's arrogant and it thinks it can get away with it. What is a Veils if it's not serving cunt. Of course it is.

#Fallen London #Mr Veils #BaL spoilers #i do love veils it's awful. i love it as the interpretation of a beast unchained and a wild thing resenting its constraints #and that's the most common interpretation of it i tend to see #but Also it is a politician. so so so clearly. it covers up its crimes with spotless cufflinks and talks the blood away #it's spent hundreds of years swaying who it wants and killing who it wants in kind #the apparent clashing of its domains is funny sometimes but also to me it makes perfect sense #fashion and violence. look elevated enough and anyone will believe you. kill ruthlessly enough and the ones who don't don't matter #it's the perfect cover #it's also why in spite of seeing some relatability in its moments of straining for freedom Hallowrove doesn't regret killing it #if it were just a beast following its instincts out of control that would be one thing #if it were even a consicous thing bringing anything to ruin it could as revenge for being trapped that's another #but it just so clearly enjoys having power over things. and using that power to crush #and the manipulation beforehand #...hm. makes me wonder if the feelings in the early vake dreams were genuine #or if it constructed the rush to lure the player further into hunting it #.... you know what i think it was genuine actually. and i think it still doesn't matter. #sorry for bag a legend rambling on the funny poast i just think about it a lot still #in spite of finishing more than a year ago

[coralinnii]

I saw your request were open and got super excited so here’s my request it’s kind of long so I hope you don’t mind

So the idea is that the beast people have mates and you can feel your partner through the bond and it’s not obvious or some kind of communication link, but you can feel that they’re there, and when you see them you know that’s your mate, like that’s who you’re meant to spend your life with. But Leona has never been able to feel the other side of the bond like he was supposed to. And that was just one more thing his brother had that he didn’t. And then all the sudden one day he can feel some thing on the other side of his bond (when the prefect is magically, transported to twisted wonderland) And when he finally see them he know that they are his mate

And congrats on 2.7

❋ We finally meet ❋

↳ Leona finally meeting his soulmate

feat: Leona

genre: hurt/comfort, open happy ending(?)

note: no pronouns used with the reader, Leona is an emotionally constipated jerk (I’m sorry), follows game-canon storyline through Book 3

I genuinely did not think this would be as sad as I thought, but Leona… he got some issues… and I have met people like him which I actually took inspiration from…so I really am sorry. I still hope you enjoy it

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Just like many things, Leona grew to give up on this fated partner drivel. The world kept screwing him over, so it’s better to not bother with trying, right?

Until now…

The fateful orientation at NRC occured. Leona awoke from his nap as he sensed a new warm sensation in his chest, as though his entire being was burning with excitement.

Leona knew it, the moment he saw you. He didn’t have to ask or second guess this primal instinct. The spark burst in his chest as the beastman watched you stumble about in this new world, his world. The beastly side within him roared within, finally meeting his fated partner.

Leona was…angry. He truly wouldn’t be happy at first. Leona was fine not having the bond after so long, but he has to accept that he does now? Not once did Leona feel the pull of a bond or even a spark of such a feeling as described by those lucky b*stards. Was he supposed to forget all about his feelings of frustration when he as a beastman couldn’t feel this so-called bond that was so natural to others.

What frustrated Leona more was that you weren’t a beastman, you weren’t even a person of this world. You probably never had to go through the bitterness as he did, seeing his brother and so many others find their fated mate so easily while he couldn’t even comprehend what that could feel like.

He knew it wasn’t in your control, but he wasn’t going to be alright with this convenient bullsh*t of a happy ending.

The lion ignored you, he wanted nothing to do with you. He fought against his very instincts because he refused to have expectations anymore. So what if you were his fated mate? It’s too much of a bother to take care of a clueless herbivore.

But alas, Leona sometimes couldn’t stop himself as he gave into his natural connection with you. Despite meddling in his schemes, he felt no hate towards you, even when he tried to. When you needed a place to stay after being kicked out from Ramshackles, he surprised even himself to let you stay in his room.

Sometimes he growls at you, but then keeps you close like a protective guard. Leona feigned indifferent to your attempts to befriend him, but just as those annoying beastmen b*stards said, he felt drawn to you as though his world became weightless with your presence.

This complicated story finally reached its crescendo when you couldn’t handle this confusing hot-and-cold game, breaking down in front of him.

“Do you hate me, Leona?”

You found Leona in his usual napping spot in the greenhouse, because of course he would be there. Sometimes, he would grumble and tell you to leave him in peace. But on rare occasions, the beastman would roll to his side as the two of you enjoy each other’s company, sometimes in silence, other rarer times bantering.

But that was the problem.

“I don’t know what to do,” you steeled your voice with all your might but the cracks in your tone exposed the raw frustration you were feeling. “Sometimes you treat me so well and I feel really safe with you, but then other times I feel like you resent my very existence!”

You felt it too. Since you came into this strange world, you’ve seen and experienced things you once thought inconceivable. It took a while but you will through your new life and you were actually having fun in this loony situation. Except, whenever you saw Leona...

“Some days, all I could think about is you.” You confessed in tears, embarrassment be damned. “I want to be around you, like I feel this pull to be by your side. I feel so happy when I’m with you, but it tears me apart whenever you act like you can’t stand me.”

To be rejected by your soulmate is akin to getting a part of your heart being crushed, that connection between the two of you is tearing at the seams and along with it, a piece of yourself. You were going insane as a part deep inside you was begging to stay with the stubborn beastman, but was all this pain really worth it?

“What can I do?” Do you let him go, or fix whatever is wrong with this relationship? You didn’t care what you had to do, you just wanted this pain to finally leave you. “Tell me, Leona. Anything”

But Leona didn’t say a word. His piercing green eyes just watched you, showing no hint of his thoughts. The only betrayal of his unreadable expression was the way his eyebrows furrow as he saw your tear-stricken face and your body shaking from pained rage.

The beastman’s body was still, before he sighed as he lost his internal fight with his primal instincts. His arm reached out to you, pulling your shaking body towards him as he forced you to lay under the shady tree, pushing your head that - to his annoyance - fit so perfectly under his chin, resting atop his shoulder.

“I’ll explain later. For now, sleep. You’re a mess” you wanted to hit him, argue whose fault it was for all this. But your body felt compelled to curl into this insufferable man’s warmth. His scent irritatingly eased your frustrations as his arm warped around you almost protectively, almost like you were something precious to him.

“You’re awful, Leona” you let out a last stab at the senior before surrendering to sleep. Leona smirked sardonically, not the least bit angered by your weak attempt at an insult, even without being overwhelmed by the feeling the sensation of satisfaction having his fated beloved finally in his arms.

“I am, huh?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #leona kingscholar #twst leona x reader #leona x reader #2.7k followers event

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Fallout AU - Brotherhood of Steel

Kara is a vault dweller whose vault falls to raiders. Her parents send her to the surface to escape, but are killed before they can join her. She's left alone and lost in a harsh, cruel world. She's taken in by the brotherhood of steel just on the brink of death.

Kara is raised and trained and punished and made stronger, until one day she's selected to be anointed as a squire. She's seen knights before, and they've all been cruel and abusive with their power, all too willing to grind their heels into the backs of those beneath them.

So when she's assigned to Knight Crixus, she expects nothing different. When Crixus sears her brand into the back of Kara's neck, she braces herself for years of servitude under a cruel master... until she's granted knighthood herself.

After the anointing ceremony, five knights and their brand new squires are assigned the same mission-- locate and seize a fugitive in possession of a certain artifact. An artifact that would give control of the wastelands to whomever possesses it.

Kara hauls her lord's oversized gear bag into their assigned helicopter. Crixus mounts the transport easily in her heavy armor, leaving Kara to kip herself up on her own. Kara's expectations were right-- to a degree. She's assigned menial labor in the form of cooking, cleaning, and repairs. Meanwhile, Crixus never leaves his armor.

While searching a quadrant of their assigned grid, they discover an old hazardous waste site. There's something sinister about it, and Kara has heard enough tales of knights and their ill-fated squires to know she's expected to scout the cave before her master.

To her surprise, however, when Kara draws her sidearm and steps forward, he blocks her with a gauntleted arm.

"Wait here," he orders, the voice modulator turning it into a growl.

He levers his gatling from his back, settling it into his metal hands in a familiar grip. Then he stomps forward, his pneumatic tendons hissing with each step. Kara considers staying put, but her instincts pull her forward after her master.

They stalk into the cave, searching its corners for any sign of a threat. When they find none, Kara lowers her gun. Strange.

Only then does she notice the sudden, deathly stillness in the cave. Something was very, very wrong. She turns just as Crixus lunges for her, and catches sight of the enormous Abomination behind her before Crixus tackles her to one side. The swipe from the abomination catches steel instead of Kara's flesh.

Before Crixus can turn and ready his weapon, the abomination sinks its maw into the back of his neck and tears him away from Kara. Crixus goes flying, smacking into a tree that splinters from the impact. The abomination follows him, tackling Crixus before he can even get to his feet.

Kara scrambles up, but all she can is watch as the abomination paws and scrapes and gnaws at Crixus, as Crixus tries to punch the beast's great snout to release him. It doesn't, not until the armor suit gives a final hiss, Crixus goes still.

Only then does it turn back to Kara, stalking towards her with slow, predatory steps. Kara reaches for her sidearm, but her holster is empty. She doesn't dare cast a glance around for it, doesn't dare take her eyes from the abomination.

Heart pounding, Kara struggles to think, to come up with a plan that doesn't end with her dead. She doesn't have the time. The beast lunges, and Kara yells in panic.

In the next moment, the abomination slides to the cave floor at her feet, dead with the back of its skull missing. She finds it clenched in Crixus' fist, dripping with blood and brain matter. Then Crixus staggers, his armor smoking and whining in distress.

"Don't just stand there," Crixus growls. "Get me out of this fucking thing."

Kara can't quite reach the release, so she has to half help, half drag the knight towards the tree he'd been flung into, until he was able to slump against it. Kara quickly gets to work, all while Crixus mutters and grunts with curses.

The helmet is the first to spring open, but Kara doesn't stop to think until the rest of the suit follows. It's not until she's dragged her master from the suit and props him against the tree that she notices.... Crixus isn't a he.

"Fuck," her master says, bracing a broken arm against what can only be busted ribs. Ribs sitting below a chest that heaves for breath-- a chest that is decidedly not as male as Kara anticipated.

"Holy shit."

"Stim pack," Crixus gasps. He-- she-- nods towards the forgotten gear bag. "Stim pack, stim pack, stim pack..."

Kara shakes herself back into action. "Right! Um..."

She rifles through the gearbag until she finds the medkit, and wastes no further time in plunging the syringe into her master's neck. It takes only a few moments for the drugs to take effect, dulling the pain enough for Crixus to slump in exhaustion against the tree.

"You... you're--"

"No shit." Crixus rolls her eyes.

Kara blinks. "You saved my life."

She doesn't understand. The very concept of a knight risking anything for a squire is anathema to the Brotherhood. Knights were paramount in value-- squires were expendable. Less than expendable. There's always another page to be anointed and take her place.

"Why?"

Crixus glares at her. "You tell me, squire."

Collecting the other items from the medkit, Kara gathers a long branch and breaks it over her knee before kneeling beside the knight. She gingerly takes the woman's broken arm, and begins to fashion a splint around it.

"My name is Kara, Knight Crixus."

Green eyes regard her solemnly. Then she looks away. "Lena."

The revelation shocks Kara, that so soft a name could be ascribed to a knight so tough. She rolls it around in her mind for a short moment before her whole body jolts.

"Wait-- Lena? As in Elder Lex's sister?"

"Surprise."

#supercorp #fallout au #brotherhood of steel au #just one possible au i might run with #its the one thats burrowing in my brain anyway

[cafeinthemoon]

King - Chapter IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Misguided Behavior

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Poseidon is his own warning; non explicit sex; mentions of deep waters and fear of drowning

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A. Finally I'm getting the feeling that the story is moving forward! Yay! Here we have a small, yet important revelation about reader's past, and a peculiar confession from Poseidon, to say the least 😅 Then, a place I've waited so long to introduce to you: the Sea Library, which I'm sure would make the Beauty and the Beast's one seem modest in comparison haha And, finally, the appearance of a new, essential part of this drama as our reader tries to prepare herself for war...

Hope you enjoy this one, and sorry for making wait ^^

It was like laying on the beach, at the very point where the sand meets the sea, but having a block of marble to support your back instead.

That didn’t mean there was no comfort around you: the water was warm, and its warmth extended to the floor where you were; however, the heat that came from Poseidon’s body felt deeper. And this sensation only increased when you realized that this time things wouldn’t be like the wedding night: now, his mercy has reached its limit and no freedom to move or to breathe would be conceded to you so soon, for his arms squeezed you and his legs kept yours in place, his mouth over yours, making you unable to speak.

Knowing your own limitations, you didn’t even try.

This must be my punishment for the slap.

You closed your eyes, sensing your sight getting dark as a strange noise filled your ears. You never knew if your husband noticed this but, following what he said about keeping what belonged to him intact, he moved away from you, allowing you to fill your lungs with the hot air of the room right before you passed out.

But that was just the beginning.

Getting off you, he sent all the water back to the bathtub with a movement of his hand. You looked around and noticed that the spots touched by the water didn’t remain wet when the waves ceased and returned to the tank, which included your dress, tossed aside by him; you shouldn’t be surprised for witnessing the absolute control that the Lord of the Seas showed over such a small portion of water, but here you were, with your eyes wide open and a ridiculous gaping mouth.

And, of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by him, who chuckled as he took you in his arms and led you to the tub’s interior.

As he walked to the opposite side of the tub, you sensed his feet walking down the stairs on its bottom, and each stair that they touched, the water raised an inch and your heart skipped a beat. In an unconscious move, your body curled over itself on his lap.

Heavens, what he’s planning to do? Is he going to…

Your discomfort wasn’t enough for Poseidon to stop: when he reached the last stair and entered the deepest parts of the tub, he just kept walking inside the water with the same naturalness one would walk on the land, holding you bridal style.

At the point where the water covered his waist and your legs and back, he stopped and made a sudden move to release you into the water.

Something – perhaps the thing that some called the primitive, survival instinct – screamed inside you and forced a physical reaction: you wrapped your arms around Poseidon’s neck, looking away from the water, staring at the bathing area’s entry over his shoulder. Only when the rational side of your mind took over again you realized the shameful position you were put in: with your legs surrounding his waist, the soaked fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin – soaked with only water, you hoped – you were holding on to your husband so tight that you were sure you would’ve suffocated him if he was a human. In other occasions, you would’ve moved away from him immediately, but that time it would mean your death, so you ignored your hurt pride and stood there, trembling.

And the god’s mockery was the price you paid for your safeness.

– So... you cannot swim, dragonet? – he whispered in your ear, each word vibrating with the idea of the frail, rebel human finally bent down, depending on him; and, with all possible disdain, – Pathetic.

You were fighting to control your breath, your shivers and your voice all at once, trying not to reinforce the ridiculous depiction that was just imputed to you, but that was too much.

– Poseidon-sama… – you heard yourself whisper; however, you bit your tongue one second before it started begging him to not release you.

You felt his right arm tightening around your waist, as his left hand caressed the back of your head.

– Hm, what is it? Do you already regret challenging me in my own domain? Are you ready to retract yourself? – his lips left a brief kiss on your lobe – I am eager to find out how your voice sounds when you apologize...

In face of that provocation, what was left of your anger was shaken inside you, so you made no attempts to hold back your words.

– No… – your nails dug in the skin of his shoulders – You will drown me here before you hear me apologize, my Lord!

He laughed.

– Good to see you still have some fight in you, but are you sure about this? – his lips brushed your ear as he spoke – Even with the choppy, deep waters under you?

You sensed a strange movement in the water and gasped.

– You are a though one, more than I gave you credit for – Poseidon continued with his teasing, not hiding his diversion, until a slight change in his tone was sensed, for something awakened his curiosity – Still, it intrigues me: how can you not be able to swim? You were raised in a land where there is access to the sea. Have you never touched its waters?

Given that things have come to this point, it was useless to try and hide this from him now. You let out a sigh and confessed something that has been just a trivial fact about yourself until the moment you were taken to live in that underwater kingdom, when it became as embarrassing as a sin.

– I was raised away from the beach – you explained – My mother never loved the sea, so she would never allow me to come near it. Only after she passed away, I was able to go to the coast, but I always stood close to the sand. And, every time I’ve traveled with my father, we would always go through the land. Because he followed the instructions of my mother, my feet never touched the floor of a ship.

Somehow, speaking about this took off a weight from your shoulders and prepared you for whatever reaction your husband could have. When his verbal response came at last, it sounded more serious than you expected.

– This is the most personal thing you have ever told me about yourself, little dragonet. However, I cannot accept the idea that you never found your mother’s attitude strange, to say the least. How can it be that you have never questioned her? You, who did not think twice before defying me?

You swallowed. He was right, and you knew it – how could you never think of asking your mother about her reasons to stay away from the ocean? Was it a childhood trauma? A nightmare, a prophecy or something more mundane, like a distaste for the sea breeze? Or maybe you’ve tried to question her once or twice, but she simply avoided the theme and you forgot about it?

It is really strange now that I think about it. It’s like, before I was taken to his domains, the sea didn’t matter to me. There were days when I even forgot it exists.

Your silence before those questions was taken as a confirmation that none of this sat right to you, so he just continued to talk, more to himself than to you.

– Besides, I am not satisfied with the fact that you just told me these things in face of death – he held you tighter against himself – You are already mine, you understand? It is not fair that I must appeal to such ways every time I need an answer from you.

When your eyes started to burn, you shut them tight to avoid the tears... all in vain.

Then just don’t ask anything more from me.

– Fair? But how could there be any justice in this? – you started with a mumble, but your tone raised as your words came out – I was chosen to live here, but the choice was not mine! I never wanted to come to your domains! I never wanted to become yours! I never wanted to have this conversation! I never wanted any of this to happen...

A lump appeared in your throat, and you were unable to keep speaking. Suddenly, you felt tired, and your head just fell forward, leaning on your husband’s shoulder. His only response to that – not that you expected anything different – was silence.

It's like someone who watches a child throwing a tantrum. My anger and any of my other feelings mean nothing to him. Is this how a god should behave with us?

When you spoke again, your voice was an exhausted whisper.

– It is important for me to know… My entire reason to exist... it changed when you intervened in my fate, my Lord... I need to know why…

That time, you had a verbal answer from him. A clear, simple answer, but enough to make you gasp in incredulity.

– You still ask me why, my dragonet? The reason is obvious – Poseidon gave you a soft, long kiss on your hair – I love you.

Now, you couldn’t help but obey the impulse of moving away from him, frowning as you stared into his eyes, trying to find the slightest signs of mockery or insanity – and the scariest part of this is that you found none.

That’s not possible! He can’t be serious!

– I don’t believe you… – you mumbled, the sight of his traits blurry by your tears.

However, the god was impassible, as if convincing you of his honesty wasn’t a priority… and, indeed, it wasn’t.

– It does not matter if you believe it or not. It is true – he promptly replied – I love all the women I have taken as my wives, and you are not an exception. I do not touch people for whom I hold no love. But you… – you felt his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping the tears from your face – Despite the instabilities of your human heart, which often led you to a misguided behavior, I can not help but feel love for you.

You remembered Suriah’s words about his love for the women he brought to his house, as well as his dislike for rebel ones, and the possibility of this being true got you scared: following her logic, Poseidon’s love for you must have grown deep in an impossibly short amount of time.

But, well, even though you asked him to kill you, asked not to be impregnated, suggested that he treated his women with injustice and, finally, physically attacked him, he kept assuring you about his feelings, stating that it didn’t matter if you thought he was lying; besides, he has treated with you mercy in some sense: he agreed with your request and didn’t make you carry a child right in your first time with him; he treated you with gentleness after that; heavens, he even killed a man to protect your integrity.

It just didn’t make sense.

And how arrogant of him to dismiss my feelings as “misguided behavior”. Is this how he expects to win my affection?

– Like I said, I don’t believe you, Poseidon-sama – you slowly turned your face away from him, trying to stay out of his hand’s reach – You only feel desire for me, if most. It is not the same thing as love.

Despite your attempt to avoid it, his hand reached your face again, this time holding your chin and making you look into his eyes.

– To me, one does not exist without the other – was his reply – You may understand this in any way you want, but it does not erase the truth of my words…

That moment, you sensed a slow, uneasiness in the water around you. At the same time, your husband approached his mouth from yours, drowning you in a kiss before you had a chance to react.

And then, he moved away just enough to finish his sentence:

– …Neither the truth of my actions.

The agitation you noticed on the water went from subtle to clear, and as it raised until it covered your legs, still wrapped on his waist, you sensed it becoming warmer, as to follow the stream of emotions of its master: in each movement, each wave that touched your skin were the confirmation of his words and the extension of his feelings and thoughts, reaching for you with the same persistence as his mouth on your lips, your neck and your collar, and as his hands going through your body, freeing you from your underwear, making you ready for him.

And you just let him.

I was so willing to drown myself here and escape from him… what happened, then? If I don’t believe in his love, what am I doing here?

As if guessing your thoughts, his voice was heard again, bringing out those very questions.

– Where has your determination gone, dragonet? – he held your jawline, his lips brushing over yours – Have you finally seen the truth, or are you just tired?

Your face burned with that, but you didn’t deny him an answer.

It’s simple.

– No, my Lord…

I don’t believe in your love, but I do believe in your desire. And, because of this...

– It’s too late for me.

***

You were waking in silence through parts of the castle that looked familiar, both in an architectural and energetic sense, having a servant to accompany you.

Though they only happened one or two hours ago, the events of that morning seemed as distant as if they belonged to a remote past now, as much as that empty, long corridor where everything started seemed to be in another building on the other side of the kingdom – and you only hoped that you’d never find yourself anywhere near it again.

Moments after touching you in the bathtub, Poseidon took you out of the water and carried you to bed, leaving you there to rest, all by yourself, as he went to a small office he maintained inside those chambers without giving any explanations about what he intended to do or when he would return, and you, who just wanted to reach the castle’s Library before that day ended, were forced to wait until your husband decided to come back to the bed area and finally give you permission to leave the room, which didn’t happen until a long time.

While you waited, hidden inside the sheets, in the middle of that enormous bed, you recalled the things that happened between you since your arrival.

How could he be so sure that his actions were guided by love when all of them showed no regard for your individuality, your nature and your choices, that is, the least expected from a respectful, reasonable love? Heavens, you were taken away from your home, your family and the life you knew to be confined in the depths of the sea, among dozens of other women who were there only to serve one individual, a man who you’ve never met before and who expected compliance and docility from you above all things! What kind of love was that? Were all the other gods just like this?

Maybe the selkie, Melian, was right. This isn’t an appropriate place for humans to live. We’ve been distant from the gods for so long that it’s impossible to live in peace with them now. We don’t even share similar views on love.

Still... you couldn’t continued to say no to him.

At some point, you just let him hold, touch, take you, reaffirming those twisted feelings towards you which he called love, and even started to enjoy it, lured by the fantasy that they were, in fact, the feelings of a loving husband, and now this attitude had your senses and your judgment contaminated, and you saw yourself unable to wash him away; you kept revisiting the events of earlier, the attentions he gave you, his teasing, his caresses, his seductive whispers, and understood that you might have started developing a sort of addiction, so much that, when the next encounter with him happened – because it would happen – you would no longer be able to put up a fight, not even as a formality.

And the scariest part of this is that I’m already missing him. At least my body is. If only he was normal man… I could even say I’m falling in love.

As you walked, you crossed your arms upon your chest, adjusting the shawl as if you were feeling cold.

The servant glanced at you with a worried expression.

– Is everything alright, y/n-san?

You forced a smile on your face.

– Yes. Thank you.

You weren’t sure you convinced the servant of your well being, but were grateful for her to not insist on that conversation: suddenly changing the subject, she indicated a new direction in your path, stating that the Library wasn’t too far now.

– We just have to go to the end of this corridor and walk down a few stairs – she was saying – The Library’s doors are just ahead.

That information revived your moods, and in a minute or two you were standing before the wide, golden doors of the Sea Library. The servant pushed them by the knobs, two spheres with delicate figures of fishes surrounding them that moved like they were swimming in water as a response to the push, and the doors were opened at last.

You were marveled.

On the large hall of white marble that extended before you, imposing shelves of noble wood, with books of all colors and sizes that filled them up to down, occupied the majority of the space, creating hundreds of corridors through which you knew you could get lost if you just walked into them without trying and memorizing the way. The place, you noticed, was formed by at least three floors, connected between themselves by stairs of the same marble of the hall, leading to shelves even larger than those ones near you.

I could spend my entire life here, and there would be still books to read.

The servant’s voice at your right brought you back to reality.

– Do you need me to wait for you here, y/n-san?

You blinked twice. When you turned to the girl, you saw a clever smile on her lips.

– It’s impressive, isn’t it? – she whispered; and, glancing at the shelves, – You don’t know how privileged you are for being allowed to stay here.

Your throat tightened at those words, but you didn’t want to discuss this with her. You had a work to do. Answering her question, you told her that she could go without you, because you intended to stay there for a long time, and she left you right after, wishing you luck in whatever research you were going to start.

Once the doors were closed again and you found yourself alone with the books, you took your first step toward them… and realized you had no idea where to begin.

Stopped before the first shelf and stared at it with something close to fear. You tried to read the titles that were at your eyes’ height, but they were all written in languages you’ve never seen before, some of them seeming impossible to be adopted by a human group; you raised your hand to touch their spines, but stopped before your fingers touched them.

It was when the weight of your mission finally reached you.

Look at the size of this place… Only one year to work on my task would never be enough...

You looked around and, despite sensing your hopes fading, you started to walk through the shelves – and, apparently, this had a soothing effect in your heart, for in a few minutes you found yourself more comfortable than intimidated by those structures.

It’s like traveling through a big city. Scary and fun at the same time.

As well said by the servant, that was an impressive collection, and you wondered how long your husband has taken to gather all of them, if he remembered the first ones or if he has found some of them personally or delegated this task to his servants. You stopped in front of a shelf and sighed: you knew so little about him that all the inner debates you had while coming to the Library were nothing but pathetic.

I’ve been feeling so much for a stranger.

Your mind was making so much noise for nothing. You chuckled and turned away from those books, decided to explore the next shelf…

– A human being using the Tyrant’s Library to gather weapons? Finally, some diversion coming our way.

#snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv x reader #ror x reader #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon snv #poseidon ror

[ottertooferswriting]

-Record scratch like the intro to megamind, like emperors new groove-

"You may be wondering how we got here, well that's a long story so gird your tadpoled loins and hold onto your butts. Have a peek at the present before we get into the past." -Rydel

Tags: Panic attack, Angst, Named Tav, Tav blurb, family trauma winter soldier\killua\man in the iron mask style, mention of programming, Rydel my chaos gremlin rogue.

Word count: 1k roughly, unbetad.

------- Crystalized horror, sharpened to such aching clarity that each excruciating detail sliced their way into his mind. Into the carefully locked away memories he would rather have remained hidden forever. He could have died a happy elf to never again be staring into the eyes that perfectly matched his own; the face that was so close to his. The hand that had clamped onto his shoulder was a heavy brand. An iron shackle closing around his ankle. The rise and fall of a much older and larger palm across his cheek when words were no longer enough to cow his errant behavior. 

Bile rose to choke him. The acid burn made his mouth water and words die on his tongue. Panic was a living creature inside his chest, clawing and shredding through what little bravery he had left until it was nothing but ribbons. Before his twin could open his mouth and speak the words that would damn him, erase him; Rydel ripped himself free of his siblings touch with a sound reminiscent of a wounded beast who had just removed itself from a snare and vanished into invisibility.  

His companion’s had turned, questions on their faces that swiftly morphed into confusion at the sight of his near mirror image. The sound of hurried footsteps, loud with the terror that was swamping his veins came from the direction of the nearby alleyway and his brother pursued just as he had bargained on, shouting his name as he chased the illusion spell into the shadows.  

He couldn’t breathe. He needed to run, needed to hide, needed to be safe. Where was safe? Who was safe? He had so little strength in his limbs, they were shaking so badly he could barely keep himself upright. He was locked in place, feet refusing to moveheneededtoMOVE.

A shadow fell across his unseeable form and despite its familiar nature Rydel flinched out of instinct. Halsin. Astarion. Safety. As if his limbs had just been waiting for the larger elf to come within range, the invisible rogue spun on his heel and launched himself forward. One arm wrapped around the druid’s thick waist, his free hand scrabbling desperately for the embroidered sleeve of the vampire who had been following on Halsin’s heels as he turned back to see what was going on.  

The others had moved in on the seeming pair and closed ranks. Lae’zel and Karlach had placed themselves in front of the pale elf, taking up positions usually reserved for battle. Gale wormed his way up onto the side of the druid that Astarion was not taking up, and Shadowheart and Wyll were right behind him to protect the larger male’s back. Not that Rydel saw any of it with his face burrowed into the leather armor of one of his lovers as if his very sanity depended on him blocking out the rest of the world. 

The gentle, soothing pressure of two large palms was nothing like the burning, wrong sensation of his twin’s touch. They settled, one across the back of his head and the other between his shoulder blades like a benediction. Like a shield. 

“Breathe my gem. You need to take a slow, deep breath. We have you.�� 

Wet and gasping, not at all controlled like Halsin wanted the breath eased some of the burning in his lungs. The panic was still there, weighing like an anvil in his chest. His fingers could hardly hold onto the cloth within their grip. He could hear the muttered conversation of his companions as they debated what to do, but his twin would not chase the illusion forever. 

Astarion’s cool fingers brushed over his soaking cheek and he leaned into the touch, hiccuping over the words that were piling up in his throat. Clucking his tongue, the vampire nodded decisively and straightened up into his bossiest posture. 

“Right. Halsin pick him up. Gale you said that you found us an inn right? Were going there, now. Karlach, Lae’zel I want to know the second that other elf show’s back up.” 

He didn’t need to speak twice. Even Shadowheart, who usually had a quip or two to exchange with Lae’zel simply nodded and followed along as Rydel found himself scooped off the ground and tucked into the crook of the druid’s arm. 

His arms wound around Halsin’s neck, noodly in their strength as the shaking intensified. He buried his face into the male's neck, taking lungfuls of his pine, sage and loamy earth scent when he could force his body to breathe. As they moved away, his voice finally found itself and words began to spill from him like a broken dam. He couldn’t seem to shut up despite the fact that everyone in their group could hear. Despite the mortification that built alongside the fully bloomed panic attack. 

“Please. Please don't let him take me. I promise I'll be good, so good for you. Don’t let him erase me. Don’t let him say the words. I want to stay. I want to keep being me again. Don’t let Belryn take me away.”  

The arm around his lower body tightened. Kept his mind from floating away from his physical self as his party's pace quickened through the streets. They were a mere two blocks away from the inn when Lae’zel released one of her signals. 

“T’cha, his blood relation has followed us.” 

“Why couldn’t he have found us out in the wilds where we could draw our weapons without getting arrested?!” 

“I second that, I’ve never seen him like this..”

Rydel blocked out anything else as a wave of terror swamped him. His twin was a ranger. He would be able to track them wherever they went in town now that he knew their footsteps. His fingers clawed at the back of Halsin’s armor, nails biting deep as he fought to keep himself from spiraling completely. 

“He will not touch you.” 

The venom in Astarion’s voice soothed his raw nerves. Conviction. Rage. His brother, for all his privilege and power, would not find him alone. Just as they had not left the vampire alone against Cazador. Just as they had fought together at the Creche, against the Shadow Curse, gone through the trials of Shar, found magic items to soothe the orb, outwitted Myzora, soothed the infernal engine. Together.  

“Camp. Not the inn. He’ll make a scene.” 

Halsin nodded, his voice a deep rumble against Rydel’s chest as he changed directions, the others following without a word of question. 

“I shall inform Withers of our uninvited guest.”  TBC -

Have his playlist.

#bg3 #tav #halsin x tav #bg3 fanfic #halsin #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x halsin #ao3 #spotify #karlach #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #angst #tav backstory #self indulgent fic #gale #minor spoilers #bg3 spoilers #act 1 spoliers #act 2 spoilers #Spotify

[the-possum-writes]

Welcome back!! I can’t believe you’re open for requests! Ahh so happy I could cry. There simply aren’t enough Reader x Adventure Time oneshots around, and I absolutely love yours. I also love your headcannons, but they’re only a small taste of the entree compared to the full meal that is a oneshot haha.

Would love to see a Finn x Reader x Fern “sharing is caring” smut oneshot!! But I honestly wouldn’t mind just pushing for that Finn x Reader smut 😏 I guess I’m just really loving the thought of being one of the last humans with our romantic adventurer ❤️

Sharing is Caring

A/n: Finn is definitely a romantic! But when it comes to naughty bits, he gets a bit carried away. Luckily that's why Fern is there to help! Hopefully this is the five star meal you were expecting.

❥Tags/Warnings: NS/FW, fem!reader, oneshot.

❥Ship: Finn/Reader/Fern

❥Synopsis: Finn and Fern are sent on a mission by PB to slay a bipedal monster, however, this monster turns out to be a human woman. With human needs.

❥Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed!) : @watchingfromthefloorboards

Finn’s boot crunches under dry leafs and sticks, followed by Fern’s own footsteps with his bare spiked feet. “This should be the place the sightings started.” Finn removes his view from the map to observe the forested area around him.

“What makes you think that?” Fern pops in. The human boy didn’t respond but instead pointed to the pile of chicken bones on the ground, already swarmed by ants and other insects. “Peebs says the rumors started when a farmer heard something sneak into his chicken coop and tried to chase after it. Fern dude it was in the report, weren’t you listening?”

“Nah, I was too busy disassociating. So what happened to the farmer?”

Again like before, Finn didn’t verbally respond but instead points to the severed arm holding a pitchfork right across the chicken bone pile. A low growl emerged from somewhere around the forest. Finn and Fern were immediately back to back from each other with Fern summoning his grass blade as Finn pulls out a rapier sword as the growling grows closer, “Remember the combo we practiced.” Finn reassures his grass brother who responds. “Right, I’ll go for the eyes!” Fern raised his sword, eager to shish kabob whatever is out there.

Remember to be careful for what you wish for. A bipedal shadow dropped from the trees above in between the two brothers and knocked them down in a roundhouse kick, Fern instinctively slashed out upwards but the shadow sidestepped and scratched him in the arm. Finn helped by punching the shadow in the gut, they groan from the pain but the close proximity allowed them to bite down on his human flesh. The human boy resists but the strength of the creature’s jaw is something to be wary of, especially since it ripped off a farmers arm, so Finn stopped resisting an let the creature flip him onto the dirt ground. The grass boy retaliates by wrapping his elongated arms around the creature like vines, but the creature continues growling and rolls around in an attempt to shake off the young grass man. During this scuffle, the dark mesh around their body slips off, revealing soft flesh. Finn brandished his sword, ready to impale the beast until he noticed strands of hair that don’t belong to a beast. “Fern, stop dude I don’t think that’s a beast!,” But Fern is too blind with adrenaline to notice that, instead tightening his hold around the creature’s neck until he can hear them gasping for air.

Finn interrupts by slashing Fern’s vine like arms, causing the young man to yelp in pain.” What the flip dude!? I had it under control.”

Meanwhile the creature was on its knees, coughing as it tried to refill their lungs with sweet oxygen. Finn stores his sword on his backpack, removing his bear hat while keeping his palms up in a defensive gesture. “Look, I’m just like you. I think…” he even goes as far as to stick a finger in his mouth to show off his teeth. “No sharp fangs or anything.”

You raise your head to lock eyes with the young man, with his blonde hair lacking any fantasy color, fangs, scales, nothing extravagant on his person besides the robot arm contrasting on his peachy flesh. Still wary of the two boys, you raise the hood of you dark cloak to reveal normal hair and skin, albeit a bit disheveled. “…I thought I was the only one.”

…

The sun is setting and the crickets are out singing as the cool breeze flows through the pine trees. Finn blows on the baby sized camp fire, kindling with twigs and dry grass before Fern came back with some logs and sticks to help it grow. Meanwhile you sit back and watch the boys work as you clean out a rabbit for dinner, tossing the guts and other inedible far from the camp. “My parents never told me I was adopted, I guess it makes sense after all this time since I couldn’t hunt like they did nor grow a winter coat.” You lament. “How was growing up for you like Finn the human?” you offer the young man the rabbit meat, ready for cooking.

“Just call me Finn,” he accepts the meat, impaling it before setting it over the fire. “It was normal I guess? Well, as normal as it can be when your parents are paranormal investigators and your siblings grow up faster than you.” The boy shrugs. You turn to look at the green boy near him, trying to get as much distance between him and the fire, for obvious reasons. “What about you? Are you also human?”

“Technically yes, but also no. It’s a long story,” Fern nonchalantly waves his hand in the air. “By the way the name’s Fern and uh… sorry for almost asphyxiating you earlier.”

“I forgive you. Can’t say I’m used to it though, my foes are usually wild animals like wolves.” A hand went to your neck, rubbing the bruise that looked like a rope burn. “At least now I understand why no one in my pack was ever attracted to me.” You add with a laugh, scooting closer to the campfire as you smell the morsel cooking.

“Really?” Finn looks surprised. “Cause I think you’re attractive.”

Unsure how to respond to the compliment, you just stay quiet. At the lack of a verbal response Finn mentally kicked himself since he thought he screwed up, if only he could see the smile spreading through your lips. “…You’re not so bad yourself.” You mutter under your breath.

The rest of the evening is spent in silence as you and Finn eat the cooked rabbit, Fern on the other hand just absorbed the last few sunrays of the day and kept himself hydrated as he watched you two share quick glances. Once the moon is high and the fire is reduced to a pile of burning ambers the three of you are already sound asleep, Fern coiled in on himself, you with your moss bedding and Finn nicely secure in his sleeping bag. The young man is probably dreaming about spaghetti before he hears something scuttle around him. “Huh?” Finn adjusts his eyes to the darkness, feeling a warm pressure on top of his body, his mouth opens slightly in a surprised gasp but no noise exits.

“Shh, wouldn’t want to interrupt Fern’s sleep.” You raise an index finger to your lips like a librarian.

Though it was becoming harder for Finn to keep any noises to himself upon realizing you ditched your cloak, looks like the concept of underwear is foreign to you. “You think I’m attractive right?” you ask, Finn only responds with a nod and a whimper. “Well, I think you’re attractive too. I don’t know about you but I’ve gone too many springs without a mate upon reaching maturity, and you look just about my age. So what do you say?”

Finn nods eagerly, smacking his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. The gesture is unknown to you at first but you’re quick to learn. Finn peels open his sleeping bag for you to slip in, your bare flesh rubbing against the clothes he keeps on as sleepwear. Hot, that’s the best way you can describe how you’re feeling right now. Your body is burning against Finn’s like a rock left out in the sun, wherever you run your hands through feels just as warm as you leave a trail, his chest, his lips, even his own touch on you feels pleasantly warm. But nothing feels quite as scorching hot as the bulge in his trousers, not enough to burn you but definitely enough to feel it radiating through the cloth. You grip him tentatively, hearing him bite back a splendid noise. If your mouth was open it would’ve been drooling by now, wanting nothing more than to hear the noises he would make if you directly touched him.

“Tsk, tsk, you’re rushing it so soon bro?” Fern nonchalantly chastises his human counterpart, laying sideways with a single arm propped against his head. “She hasn’t seen another human guy and this is the first impression you give. Sheesh, the disappointment.” hes taunting now.

Finn feels his face flush in embarrassment but doesn’t really make any attempt to stop. “Oh and what do you suggest?” he challenges.

“What I suggest, is giving our five star guest a five star experience. You know what Jake is always telling us when we fight over the gaming controller?”

“That sharing is caring,” Finn recalls, directing his attention to you. “I’ll let her decide. Hey um, If you want we could… What he’s trying to say is that, would you like to… Ya know, have the both of us?” Finn points his thumb back and forth to himself and Fern respectively. You tilt your head sideways, not exactly the vocal response Fern is looking for. “Does this convince you?” Fern shifts his grass skin to reveal pigment completely identical to Finn’s skin, hair and everything.

You don’t know what’s going on between the two, but all you know is that there’s an aching between your legs that’s been needing relief for 3 years. “Yes!” you nod enthusiastically, the drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “I want both of you.” Is all the confirmation they need.

The top portion of your body is supported by Fern’s torso with one of your arms tossed over his shoulders, relaxing in his hold, he uses his hands to massage the soft mounds on your chest while he keeps his mouth busy by nibbling your ear. Meanwhile, the lower portion of your body is held up by Finn, with the back of your knees resting on either side of his shoulders as the human boy is comfortably positioned between your thighs, enjoying your dripping sex like an all you can eat buffet, pleasing you with sloppy open mouth kisses wherever he can reach.

“I’m st-starting to feel it-“ you shut your eyes tight, whining as you unconsciously remove your hips from Finn’s hold, “No, not yet. Please, please I want… I want to feel you inside me.” You beg, clawing your hands into the soft dirt as you refuse to reach your high just yet.

“You heard the woman Finn, give her what she wants.” Fern states holding your chin in a way you can meet Fern’s eyes. “Meanwhile, I’m going to need you to do something for me.” The grass like human boy grabs your free hand and guides it to his own prodding member, wrapping your hand around it as he instructs you how he likes being touched. Finn is almost distracted by the display, forgetting the translucent string of saliva connecting Finn’s mouth to your intimates before snapping out of it. The human sits up to lower his boxers just enough to free his own cock, average length, peachy just like him but with a pink tip begging to find its match. “Just like that~” Fern whispers in your ear as you get used to the rhythm he like, stealing a smooch from you while Finn slowly pushes himself past the layers of your needy entry. “GAAh” your kiss in interrupted by the rippling pleasure crawling up your body in miniature shivers, gripping Fern with a bit more force that has him gasping and groaning.

“Feels good?”

“Yes. Yes oh glob! I feel so.. So full…” you barely managed to process. “Fuller th-than my fingers could ever…” there’s tears pickling at the corners of your eyes now as you’re moving your hips to stuff more of Finn’s warmth inside your aching body. Fern ushers your hand faster as Finn picks up the speed, his skin lewdly smacking against yours as you feel your leftover juices overflow between your butt cheeks, during your haze you fail to match Finn’s rhythm but it’s alright since he steady himself with his hands firmly grabbing on your hips.

“That’s it baby, I’m so close~” Fern says behind you, his carnal eyes gaining a yellow glow with reptile slits, enjoying the sight of his counterpart railing you into oblivion.

Judging by your expression and lack of coherent vocabulary, he can tell you’re just around the corner. “Glob, I’m gonna-“ Finn savors the delicious sensation of your inner muscles massaging him, already feeling his sensitivity go overboard but resisting the urge to let go. Finn rubs his thumb against your clit, tightening the muscles around your abdomen as you feel like you’re going to pee. “Finn, Finn, FINN!” your extremities start twitching uncontrollably as your climax erupts through your body, gasping, groaning and whining all together in the most erotic sounds both of them have ever heard. The obscene noises are enough to push Fern into his own orgasm, growling deeply as he leans forward and let’s his relief dribble down your hand still wrapped around him. Finn on the other hand, despite how heavenly your throbbing pussycat vibrates onto his dick, he removes himself from your insides and rubs one out all over your stomach as he calls out your name. Not that you mind.

The human boy leans back as he gasps for air, you don’t struggle much since you still have Fern for support.

“You were right,” you breath out with a tired but satisfied smile. “Sharing is caring.”

#adventure time x reader #fern the human x reader #fern x reader #reader insert #fern the human #finn the human

[iturbide]

Summer Storm

32,861/50,000 words

“Halt there.”

Miryn stopped, instinctively quashing the light still flickering in his palm.  Lindulf’s voice had come as a low, stern command…but as he held still in the narrow gap, awkwardly half-crouched in the dark, he could hear something else from the passage ahead: footsteps.

“You’re not really in a position to be giving orders.”

The voice was muffled, and the image of the silver masks flashed across Miryn’s mind.  

“I am a member of the Luvirei city guard,” Lindulf replied, entirely calm.  “Lay down your weapons.”

“We know full well who you are,” a second unfamiliar voice said.

“Then you know I will see through my mission.  I suggest you surrender peacefully and return to Luvirei—”

“Come on, now, Lindy.”  A third voice, wheedling and nasal through the mask.  “We’re out here trying to keep the city safe, just like you!”

“You have been poisoning travelers on their way to and from the city,” the guard snapped.  “How is that keeping Luvirei safe?”

“We’re performing a service.”

Miryn heard several sets of boots shuffle aside, seeming to make space for someone new to approach.  “The guard is certainly aware of the werewolf attacks by now; if I’m not mistaken, you were responsible for taking one of those beasts down when it attacked your patrol.”  Lindulf said nothing, but Miryn thought he heard a huff of breath.  “You’ve seen first-hand the threat they pose: it took three trained guards to subdue just one of them!  And there are countless more hiding their affliction, one bad day away from losing control over that wretched inner beast and slaughtering their way through our city.”

“You have no proof of that,” Lindulf growled. 

“Of course we do,” the voice replied, elated.  “We’ve been preparing it for weeks now.”

A bitter smell crept through the gap in the stone, burning in his nose — and Miryn held his breath, fighting down the cough that spasmed in his chest.  He knew this stench for what it was, now: summoning up a thin thread of power, he pushed a faint breeze back to where the smoke originated from, praying that no one would notice the magic or his presence…

A deep, heavy cough tore through stillness.  Miryn stiffened, hearing a spear clatter to the ground, followed by someone falling hard to the ground.  “Are we going to hold him here?” the wheedling voice asked over the sound of Lindulf’s ragged, wheezing breaths.  “Someone’s bound to wonder if he’s gone too long.”

“He’s not exactly the sharpest spear on the pile,” another snorted.  “He doesn’t do much thinking for himself, just listens to Izzy.  I’m sure we can get him on side.  It’ll just take a little convincing.”

Miryn’s heart pounded in his ears, almost drowning out the footsteps moving toward the fallen guardsman.  There were at least four of them, and even with the element of surprise on his side, what could he do that would incapacitate them all and leave Lindulf unharmed — and there was no telling whether these were the only ones, or whether there were still more waiting…

A new sound cut through his spiraling thoughts: a low, throaty growl…and a raw, hoarse howl of pain from Lindulf, cut short by an animal roar.

Terror rooted him to the spot.  He heard shouting, wordless and panicked, the scuff of bootsteps — and something huge throwing its weight across the narrow space, cracking bone and rending flesh accompanied by something raking across the stone.  Metal clattered down, more footsteps pounding away — but the animal presence flung itself after, and another body hit the ground, shrieking and scrabbling and kicking as the giant creature dragged it back…and with a horrible crunch of bone, the crying stopped, replaced by the drip of what could only be blood.

Miryn’s head swam, and he reminded himself to breathe; it came too fast and too shallow, and he tried vainly to remind himself to breathe deeper, instead.  Something remained outside the collapsed passage, a massive bulk scraping at the tumbled stones…and a sudden snuffling sound, echoing as the beast sniffed at the gap where the potion maker still hid.

Fear clawed at his throat, stealing what little breath he’d managed to catch.

He’d heard what it did to Lindulf, and the strangers who’d brought it forth.  He could imagine, too vividly, what it would do to him if it caught him.

There would only be one chance at this.

Drawing deep from his reserves, Miryn focused on every calming thought he could grasp: the scent of chamomile tea on a rainy evening, the blooming lavender outside his window swaying in the summer breeze, the warm aroma of chestnut rolls his sister baked on cool autumn days.  His heartbeat slowed, the magic steadying in his hand…and as the animal outside drew in a deep breath, he turned his palm toward it and released a swift breath of wind laden with a deep sense of calm, blowing the smoke down the passage.

Startled, the presence retreated.  Miryn heard a sneeze, the flap of something shaking vigorously out of his sight, panting breaths…and silence.

He did not move, waiting for the beast to leave.

Instead, he heard a weak, familiar voice.  “Miryn?”

Another wave of panic shot through him, and before he could think he was throwing himself through the gap.  Lindulf was alive — injured, but alive, and if he hurried there might be time to save him…

Miryn tumbled back into the torchlight, breathing hard even as he scrambled for his hip case and the cloths he’d stashed inside; when he finally turned his gaze to the corridor, his hands continued to move without him, the practiced motions growing jerky and finally stopping entirely as he took in the scene.

Two bodies lay mangled in the small space, both wearing what had once been white jackets with red sashes, now stained almost entirely red.  He glanced briefly over the closest one’s face, and swiftly looked away when he realized he could barely recognize a head among the mess; the other body was in little better shape, with one arm shredded and the other nearly detached at the shoulder, barely held in place by what remained of a sleeve.  And in the middle of it all stood Lindulf, his hardened leather cuirass gone and clothes shredded at the seams; his throat and chest were drenched in blood, gore dripping from his shaking hands as he wiped one across his mouth, leaving a thick red smear across his jaw.

“You shouldn’t be standing,” Miryn said, stumbling forward a step to take the guard’s arm — only for Lindulf to recoil, staggering back a step and nearly tripping over one of the bodies.  Holding up his hands in a gesture of peace, the potion maker showed the clean cloth in his hand.  “Where are you hurt?” he asked, force of habit pulling from his mouth words he already knew the answer to.

Lindulf drew in a deep, trembling breath.  “It’s not mine,” he whispered.

The faint smell of bitter smoke tickled at his nose again.  Turning on his heel, Miryn scanned the ground…and found one of the censers, covered in blood but still leaking smoke; kicking it against the wall, he crushed the embers under his heels to extinguish them…before quietly holding the cloth out to the guardsman.

Lindulf took it silently, wiping his face and hands with it and refusing to meet Miryn’s eye.  “There’s another name for it,” the potion maker murmured.  “Deathshood,” he clarified after a moment.

The guardsman did not look up at him as he wrung blood from the soaked fabric.  “What is it?” he asked.

Miryn had a feeling Lindulf already knew the answer.  But he spoke the name, all the same.

“Wolfsbane.”

#original fiction #nanowrimo #summer storm #cw blood #cw gore #this is by far the longest snippet i've put up #but this is the thing i've been most excited about #so you get the whole thing #i want to know how many people saw this coming

[gakriele-lvs-blog]

So, for some reason decided to write my list of headcanons about basilisk, together with a couple of ideas and similars, enjoy!

---Basilisks are widely know as this powerful nearly unbeatable monsters, equally feared and respected across the Demon realm. People know they exist but they rarely show their true self in public.

---Basilisk are cold-blooded reptilian beast demons of great intellect (same as witches/humans)

---Basilisks need to eat and drink like any other living being, their magic hunger on the other hand is more like a cravinng which they suffice every one in a while. They train and discipline themselves to take control of said craving

-Draining magic from other beings without justification (Just doing it for the sake of power/craving) is view as a savage practice among Basilisk and a signal of one succumbing to its feral instincts.

-Althrought they don't need magic to survive (Can spent months without magic with no major consequences) Magic is vital for their bodies to properly mature and develop. The lack of magic during critical points of the growth can lead to some basilisk to stay small, becoming physical fragile, and the deterioration of some of their senses (commonly sight, taste and touch)

---Basilisk's hair is particularly  noteworthy in their culture. As it represents growth, maturity, and the develop of their own identity. One's a young's mane fully covers their head they are considerate teenagers, and once it connects with their back's hair they are considered fully adults (The most strict parents would immediately kick out their children once this happens)

-For a non-basilisk to touch a basilisk's mane is regarded as a privilege reserved only to those they trust the most.

---Is a tradition to celebrate the kid's grown into teenagers with them choosing a second name for themselves. For those who live among witches this is accompanied with them coming out with their own disguise

-A detail no many know, is that Basilisk biologically speaking lack genders. During their transition from kids to teenagers, apart from their names and appearances they are also given the opportunity to choose and become the gender they wished to be identified as. (Yes, is a very awkward but equally wonderful kind of puberty for them)

---To call a basilisk "slug" is the same as asking to get your head eaten in the spot. Is considerate a grave insult, basilisk are reptiles, half snakes to be specific, so be careful to who you go around calling slimy. You may lose you head.

---In contrary to popular belief, Basilisk are just as sentient as any human or witch. And although they are beast and tend to follow their instincts they educate and train themselves to control said instincts.

---Basilisk shapeshifting abilities are limited to only the exterior of their bodies. Their insides can only readjust to accommodate their outside, the smaller or bigger the new shape is to the original, the more magic had to be use.

-Speaking of exteriors, they can only shapeshift their bodies into organic matter. When it comes to clothes and accessories they use extra magic and a layer of their scales to materialize a physical illusion, which if were to be removed, it would feel like peeling off a layer of your skin after sunbathing for too long (It hurts)

---Also in contrary to popular belief, basilisk are not divide by species. Each individual develops unique traits in their natural form depending on certain habits. For example, because of the conditions in which Vee lived, she developed traits that allows her to conserved magic and used it more efficiently (which is why she looks a little chunky around her tail) helping her sustain her disguise for longer periods of time.

-In a similar case, for a basilik to become a Greater one, they would need to dedicate their entire life to constantly feed upon magic, specially during their natural growth spurt to teenagers and adults. Leading to a massive increase in overall size, strength and raw power. With the downgrade of being incapable of maintaining their disguises for too long, easily succumbing to their feral instincts, and only being capable of sustaining themselves with magic.

---For a basilisk to willing reveal their true form to a non-basilisk is seen as a tremendous display of trust and affection. Is basically the human equivalent of coming out. It can go from very awkward to downright terrified for all of the involved.

---The reason the clawthrones were able to initiate their palisman carving traditions in the first place was because their first members were great friends with the local basilisks which lived close by the palistrom woods.

-In exchange for the protection of the woods the basilisks community asked for the founding clawthorns to not only keep their home secret but to also provide safety to their young in times of crisis.

-A certain clawthorn who traveled to the human realm was great friends with a lime-green colored basilisk who didn't trust one bit her friend's decision to befriend the human she brought with her. Especially his brother which she did NOT like in the slightest.

-After Caleb's death, said basilisk friend decided to make Philip pay for what he did to Marelyn's husband. She also suddenly disappeared shortly after, leaving Marilyn even more heartbroken than she already was.

---Belos knew the basilisk's abilities would be indispensable for his plans, so he made preparations to capture Marelyn's friend alive and use her to develop the coven's sigils. And lets just said he had long-term plans for her remains, very similar ones to his brother's

Also planning in making a couple more like this for: The emperor's coven, Marelyn, Caleb and Philip, Grimmwalkers, things like that. Stay tuned

#the owl house #the owl house headcanon #toh headcanon #toh basilisk #vee the basilisk #toh vee #toh clawthorne #culture #fantasy culture #fanfic material

[morbidlycuriousabigail]

Safety Not Guaranteed, Part 2 ღ Tepin & Abigail

Timing: Immediately after Safety Not Guaranteed, Part 1 Parties: @morbidlycuriousabigail @cattale Summary: After the events of Part 1, Abigail and Tepin shift into their respective alternate forms and spar, until the confrontation is suddenly forced to stop. Content: Medical gore

Outside the cabin, the leaves of the surrounding trees rustled in the sudden breeze, as if an omen of the dark things to come out of hiding. Inside Tepin, the strange beast struggled to break free, roaring and clawing its way out of her, through her throat, through her heart, through her stomach, anywhere it could force open, like a locked door or the frail wooden walls of her waning composure, her breaking will. No… No, no, no, no! Not now! Not ever!

The young woman, once more, always, she hoped to fight the creature off, keep it at bay, back, off of her very existence. The jaguar would not relent, however, and in the weakest moment of her fight, she could hear it snarling, as if cackling at its impending release, its inevitable escape. “Get back,” warned Tepin, waving Abigail away from her in a futile attempt to save the woman from the hunger of the beast. “Get back inside… Lock the door… Hide.”

Her advice were the very same things she herself wished could be options for her, but knew fully well that when the jaguar arrived, she would be forced unconscious, hidden somewhere in the darkness, the abyss of mysterious origins. The jaguar Tepin made no noise, merely watching her with those massive leonine eyes, a predator’s gaze. “Please…” She pleaded, clearly in pain from trying to fight off the creature, though with whom, it remained unclear. Was Tepin pleading for Abigail to flee or for the jaguar to stop trying to break free? Or was she pleading for herself to just end it right then and there?

While Abigail had fully heard and processed Tepin’s instructions, she decided not to follow them. A maddened grin spread across her lips as she watched the woman fade into the foreground of her own mind, something Abigail herself new all too well, but that wasn’t important. In all honesty, she was fairly excited for the upcoming challenge, though realistically it was no challenge, she would be easy pickings in her normal, fleshy form. She slowly leaned down and unclipped the button on the side of her boot, pulling her buck knife free from the sheathe. It wasn’t silver, iron, or really anything special, but she hoped it’d do the trick. She planned on eventually getting taken out to make way for The Keeper, but she wanted to see how long she’d be able to survive.

“Thanks for the meal. I’ll make an effort not to kill you.” Abigail stared into the piercing eyes of the jaguar across from her as she lowered her center of gravity, slowly starting to walk around her. She wondered if Tepin could still see through them or not, and how much of her was left in control now. That curiosity persisted as she ran forward, prepared to attack, but she quickly realized she was out of her depth.

Before Abigail could process exactly what happened, she was flying in the opposite direction, soon crashing loudly into a tree. A loud crack rang out, though it was hard to tell if it was from her or the tree branches, or both. She slumped down against the tree, her knife falling out her hand. “I suppose this is as good a time as any to tap out…” She murmured, her nose and eyes leaking a pitch black liquid that stained her pale skin. It wasn’t long before Abigail was replaced by a puddle of reflective black goo against the base of the tree, claws of bone pulling itself out from the substance slowly. Soon, The Keeper stood across from Tepin, taking a low stance while waiting for the stranger to close in. “Finally, something fun.” It spoke with a deep, malicious tone.

Too close. The jaguar that was once Tepin sprung into action as soon as it was released, instinctively throwing itself at the woman not unlike a defensive end tackling the quarterback or a taxi cab crashing into a pedestrian. The transformation had always been brutal to the balam, her limbs twisting and cracking to get into position, to satisfy the predator’s anatomy, but it was always the opposite for the jaguar. Perhaps it was the rage of having been away, of being forced into the darkness, of needing to share the same body with a passive woman, but it never felt as much pain when it was coming out to play. The same could not be said for when it had to go back, which was why it hated having to go back.

Growling, the queen of the jungle, or in this case the Outskirts, watched Abigail transform with golden amber eyes, a primal fury burning within them. Tepin would have apologized, grown worried and afraid for what had happened, especially with the other woman appearing to have suffered such grievous injuries, but the jaguar did not share Tepin’s naivety. It could smell the danger that was oozing out of the fake human’s skin, the stench of darkness and evil that now permeates the air like a pair of overused gym socks left for weeks, forgotten, in Brad Bradley’s backpack. It was not something the jaguar had not encountered but it was quite obviously something it had hoped never to come across again.

Too…wet. The jaguar did not close the gap between them. It was not in a hurry to end this fight. The jaguar simply circled the creature, or at least began to, its eyes glued on the grotesque figure that stood before it. Baring its massive dagger-like fangs, the jaguar made sure the sight served as a warning. Should this strange prey come any closer, it would not hesitate to pounce, dig into its flesh with its teeth, devour what flesh it can, if the other creature even had any flesh to begin with. Whatever it had, the jaguar would tear as much of it off as it could. It did not feel hungry. Not yet. Time was on its side. Unlike Tepin.

The Keeper stood in place, slowly scanning around itself to gauge the situation. Hearing Tepin growl was enough to allow it access to the form of communication it used, and the beast mockingly growled in return, almost perfectly replicating the sound made by the primal beast inhabiting Tepin. As the jaguar began to circle, the beast almost seemed to change in posture, the breeze momentarily becoming completely absent as the air went still, a loud scraping screech coming from its hands, as it had balled its claws into fists. Just like the jaguar, The Keeper didn’t intend on letting this fight go quickly.

“It’s rather impolite to make your guest throw the first punch.” The same malicious, horrid voice came from The Keeper once again as it dug it’s hooves into the dirt beneath, slowly moving into a more crouched position, ready to pounce. It listened quietly as the breeze returned, paying close attention to the breeze and the footsteps of the jaguar surrounding it. The Keeper didn’t turn to face it, though, it simply kept staring ahead, waiting for the perfect moment.

Suddenly, The Keeper launched toward the jaguar, throwing the side of its body at it like it was intending to return the tackle from before, kicking up dirt in the process. The beast was heavy, ferocious, ruthless, but it also knew that being an animal wouldn’t work in this situation, this enemy would win quickly if it tried to fight without a plan or strategy. Abigail was good at this, but The Keeper was not. It was situations like these that made the beast wish it could speak to it’s other half. Once it’s boney shoulder made hard, loud contact with the jaguar, it quickly stepped back, though not fast enough to avoid it’s retaliation.

Just like any feline, the jaguar found itself confused when the strange creature in front of it growled back. It had not expected the aberration to know the language, or more precisely, understand it. Was it just mimicking its threat perfectly? Was it mocking the queen of the figurative jungle? The jaguar snarled at that display of arrogance. What foolish arrogance. How delicious it would be then when the jaguar’s dagger-like fangs ripped whatever flesh or substitute for flesh it had made the damned thing quiver and cry in pain.

Horrible. The jaguar didn’t find the creature’s attempt to communicate quite acceptable, especially with that sound it made with whatever replacement for a human mouth it had. Despite not knowing who Abigail or this creature truly was, the jaguar was of sound enough mind to remember they were one of the same. Tepin wouldn’t even get the slightest idea, of course, but the jaguar was wiser and it lives the same as the other pair, even if not exactly. How arrogant. It growled again, not amused by the creature’s lack of respect when it came to addressing the predator.

Before the jaguar could teach it some appropriate manners, however, the monstrous creature was already upon it. It winced in pain when the contact was made, but it was nothing new for the jaguar. It had felt pain before. It will feel pain again. That much was certain. As soon as it could, and it was sooner than the creature could avoid, the jaguar took a swipe at it, at whatever part of it was closest, its sharp claws intent on drawing blood. Or whatever similar. The jaguar roared in defiance when all was said and done before losing itself to its rage, hurling itself through the air, all of it, flesh and fury, at the creature, not a care for the consequence in the world.

Though The Keeper hadn’t necessarily tried to agitate the creature, it was far from displeased by the result. Once it had seen the effect caused by mimicking the jaguar and managed to attack, it produced another sound sourced from the balam communication methods it could access, though fusing the sound with it’s own voice, creating a distorted and deep jaguar snarl. The return attack was not blocked by The Keeper, but instead forced to glint off of the hard, thick bone that its entire body was made of. It let out a loud, heartless laugh, taking the chance to back off again, if only for a moment.

It was only a matter of time before this beast learned that The Keeper was stronger against sharp methods of attack and weaker against blunt damage. It was currently underestimating the beast opposing it, so it didn’t consider taking the jaguar out before it made that realization. Circling once again, it dragged a finger along a tree as it passed, creating a deep gash, hoping to goad the jaguar into attacking with claws again, so it could retaliate and deal more damage in the midst of the confusion. “I was under the assumption that your kind were ferocious, powerful hunters. It seems I was wrong.”

If the jaguar could understand what the creature was saying, it would be very upset. What it did understand, though, was how futile its attempts to take the creature down seemed to be. Hissing like a domesticated kitten offended by its human’s lack of catnip, the sacred ambrosia of the far superior feline race, the jaguar eased up a bit, keeping its now established distance from the creature after that failed attack.

A master of tactics, the predator was not. If anything, most of its offenses were based on instinct, basic displays of violence dependent on its natural strength and advantages, none of which it seemed were working in its favor at the moment. Back to the pacing around, the jaguar found itself, as it tried to collect its thoughts, which were not helpful, and its energy. Would it learn from its mistake? Come up with a better plan? Adapt? Of course…not.

With a defiant roar, the jaguar hurled itself through the air once more, at the creature, claws and fangs bared, all aimed at where it thought it would hurt its prey the most. Unfortunately, the jaguar had not faced anything like this one, most of its victims have all been made of softer flesh, and a lesson had to be learned one way or another. It worked against the others, why not now?

Though the enraged jaguar clawed and bit at The Keeper’s form, it merely accomplished removing a few shavings of extremely dense bone from its arms and collarbone. In response, it slashed back at its opponent harshly with its large claws, quickly backing up to make a bit of distance. The large beast of bone and malice was pleased with this development. This animal had yet to figure out The Keeper’s greatest vulnerability, and keeping it frustrated could possibly slow down that realization.

“You are nothing more than an animal, aren’t you?” The Keeper taunted the balam in front of it, gesturing for it to attack with its hands. It then rushed in again, attacking quickly and attempting to bite into the jaguar’s shoulder. It felt more and more like an animal itself as the fight went on, but it fought to keep a more conscious, present mind. If it allowed itself to sink into ferocity, it would be no better than the beast it was brawling with, and it would lose quickly after losing its wits. It didn’t even know why it wanted this fight or why it wanted to egg this jaguar on, however, it did know that it felt so good to win.

…Lazarus was dead, and there was no mistaking that, no mistaking that fact, but Jesus brought him back to show us, to show us that… Tepin’s parents were strange in that they welcomed all beliefs, all faiths, into their household, despite the fact that some of those beliefs would not welcome the fact that they were witch doctors, shamans, practitioners of what was essentially witchcraft, magic that was not gifted by the heavens, if not by the gods that were not even welcomed there. Or at least that’s what she always thought. The memories were a little fuzzy, especially if the person trying to remember them left home so long ago. Or was cursed to share their existence with a damned wild animal.

Dead. The jaguar paid no mind at the creature’s words, only at its disappointing lack of development. It was also quite hard to ignore the creature’s attacks, its claws and bite making the apex predator come to terms with its own mortality, the sight of its own blood startling the queen of the jungle. But the most important thing the jaguar found, realized? The creature did not seem to have a heartbeat. At least nothing beat the same inside it. Dead. What then was the point? If the jaguar could not eat, then why would it fight? Especially a losing battle such as this? Growling low and wincing in pain, the wild animal kept its eyes on the creature, hunkering down, crouching low to the ground, as it took a few steps back, away from the aberration. Anything else, and the jaguar could find itself… Dead.

Within the endless darkness that Abigail had found herself trapped in, there was truly nothing other than the reflective black floor, covered in thick, sprawling vines, or veins, she wasn’t quite sure. It was a horrible place, and the first few times she’d been here, she’d broken down into tears from the fear and the loneliness, but she knew how to keep the fear and dark thoughts from plaguing her now. She sprinted in a random direction aimlessly, as fast as she could, until she felt the burning in her chest. The pain kept her preoccupied enough that her mind was unable to start playing tricks on her, but the rough terrain made it difficult for Abigail to keep up her speed for long without stumbling in some way.

Then, Abigail tripped over one of the hazards underfoot, but this time, unlike the other times that she’d done the same, the black vein tore loudly, spraying a black sludge for a moments before slowly dying out. Once it had been torn, she could hear a distant sound, almost like speaking. It was a quiet, scratchy, deep voice, far off in the distance. She quickly began running towards it, powering through the lingering pain in her chest from her previous sprint. Then, she saw it, a familiar wooden door, with a cracked glass window that had been covered by cardboard. With reckless abandon, Abigail slammed through it, finding that she was now plummeting into nothing once again, though when she reached out to catch herself, her hands felt something pleasant. They felt grass.

“Die, beast.” It was right there, the perfect moment to gut this beast and strip the meat from its bones, but something stopped its movement before its claws could make contact with flesh. The Keeper found itself unable to attack, almost feeling sick from its stomach, a new feeling to this creature of bone that possessed no organs. Before it could fight back, it keeled over, panting loudly and roughly, struggling against something else that possessed a mind of its own. The beast then came apart suddenly, melting into a large, reflective, black puddle on the ground, though much faster than Abigail had prior, almost like a candle being hit by a blowtorch. It didn’t remain still for long before a pair of hands gripped the edge of the puddle from within, the puddle shrinking as more of Abigail escaped it. She was clearly weakened, her arms shaking from the exertion of pulling her own weight and her breath heaving softly. She rolled over, not able to grasp the memory of what had happened before she’d been consumed by the darkness, but she knew that she was not safe just yet.

The jaguar watched as something unexpected happened to the creature. Taking a few steps back, it made sure, however, to keep its eyes on it, never looking away, not wanting to get caught surprised once more. It was those damned surprises, from this one, from the other strange women it had fought recently, that bested it, the jaguar thought. Nothing normal, natural, can dethrone it, only these surprisingly different women, not made correctly, not built similarly. But what would a wild animal know? The jaguar only wanted to hunt and eat and sleep and shit. Nothing more complex. Life should be kept simple.

As Abigail suddenly resurfaced from what remained of the creature, the jaguar was momentarily confused. Sooner than later, however, its instincts kicked in, wanting to hunt and eat and then sleep and shit. Before it could pounce, take the vulnerable woman out of her misery, it let out a growl, testing the waters. Should the woman move or do anything, it would not hesitate to kill, to take her out. Yet something about her, the way she was, made something within the jaguar hesitate. Must this cycle of violence continue?

It took a few moments for Abigail to gather the strength needed to pick herself up off of the ground. Escaping the mysterious puddle had left her coated in the blood-like black substance, much unlike every other time she’d returned from becoming The Keeper. Her clothes were ruined, and she seemed more upset with that fact than she did with the fact that the jaguar appeared ready to attempt to kill her again at a moment’s notice. “I’ve learned all I can for now from you, and I cannot learn more if I am lost to the other being. Now that I’ve put mine away, would you mind doing the same?” Rather than speaking to the jaguar, she spoke as if trying to reach Tepin.

Other than the terrible, irritating texture of the substance that had soaked into her clothes, Abigail felt that something was off after her escape. She’d never pulled herself out of the darkness before, and she wondered if The Keeper could possibly figure out how to do the same. It was a frightening possibility, so frightening in fact that she hadn’t noticed a small horizontal slit in the side of her neck. The gap was leaking no blood, but instead was continuously leaking a thick black smoke that crawled all the way up the side of her head before vanishing, like a match lit behind a coin slot. She reached forward slowly, carefully offering a hand to the beast, showing that she didn’t mean to harm it anymore, at least, not for now. “Calm yourself. You know that if I wanted you dead right now, I would act on it.”

The jaguar just stared at Abigail, sniffing her from a safe distance. She still reeked of the creature’s cursed blood, or whatever it had that passed for it, but it was weaker than before, as if receding, dying down. Although stubborn and defiant to the end, the jaguar knew the battle was done. It had won. Finally. After so many losses. Though this victory wasn’t as sweet, or more precisely as vicious and absolute as it had craved. There were so many formidable opponents in this town, in this place, the jaguar was fast realizing that. It wondered, as it bent its body closer to the ground, as if readying to pounce on the vulnerable loser, how long could it survive this jungle of monsters and demons?

It tried to let out a growl but failed. Something else seemed to want to come out. Definitely not something of its accord. The panic was clear in the jaguar’s eyes. The confusion as to what was happening. Did the creature manage to poison it? From their many brief contacts earlier? Or was just being close to it enough to taint its enemy? The jaguar heaved, not unlike a housecat about to cough up hairballs, and soon it was indeed coughing. A lot. Violently.

And then it curled down on the ground, dust and dirt giving way to the woman that was trapped within, a barely conscious Tepin that was shivering from an unknown cold. “Y-you’re not dead?” Her eyes were wide but filled with fear. “W-what are you?”

The question certainly prompted contemplation, as it was one that Abigail had no answer for. She wasn’t human, but she also wasn’t something else that could be easily categorized. There was no response, metaphorical or literal, that would give either of them closure. “I’m not dead, and neither are you. I cannot answer your question, not in a way that would calm you or reassure you.” As a few whisps of smoke came to pass across her right eye, she realized something new was amiss, most likely due to her forced escape from the dark nothing that had held her.

To hide her new troubling wound, Abigail pulled her hood up, containing the smoke for the most part, until she could examine it on her own later. “You fought valiantly, at least… I believe you have. I saw very little of the fight after my spine was snapped against that tree. To have survived is no small feat. I’m impressed.” It was odd to hear her speak so nonchalantly after attempting what seemed to be a murder or experiment of some kind against Tepin only minutes ago. She’d experienced combat with a surprising number of her friends, whether it be sparring, training, or a misunderstanding of some kind upon first meeting. Only time would tell if Tepin would become one of those friends, or become an enemy. “I tried to kill you, but I also saved your life… albeit from myself. I believe we’re even now.”

In no way were Abigail’s actions overwritten by the small, accidental deed of stopping The Keeper from killing Tepin, even she knew that, but she figured that it was worth a shot. She seemed rather kind and innocent before, after all. “Stand, you’re getting dirt on your clothes.” She offered a hand to help Tepin stand, if she were to take it.

With the jaguar gone, Tepin warily accepted the strange woman’s offered hand. There was still a lot of confusion on her part. When the jaguar broke free, she could only recall the woman standing in front of it, not a single weapon in hand. How could she kill the jaguar? Was it truly possible? Her survival made the balam think in the affirmative. Maybe this woman was one of those people capable of more improbable things. Even with a snapped spine… That thought scared her even more.

As she rose to her feet, Tepin held herself, taking a few steps back, away from the woman. Was she a hunter? But she didn’t kill her. Why didn’t she kill me? Especially after knowing what I am? Her throat dry, the balam swallowed air. She was tense all over, with the knowledge that the woman in front of her could stand toe-to-toe with the wild jaguar, without the need for a weapon, without the need for another. Maybe she really was a hunter, perhaps a retired one or maybe even an enlightened one, who was no longer slaying everything not human. Yet Tepin could not take that chance. For fear of death, hers and the woman’s, should another fight ensue.

“I’d like you to leave now,” Tepin stated coldly, avoiding her eyes. She had nothing else to say, nothing left to risk between the two of them. “Before things get worse for the both of us.”

“Fine. I will leave. I trust you’ll be able to find me when you need to.” Abigail slid her hands into the single front hoodie pocket, a small smirk on her lips as she looked to Tepin for a few more moments. Just a few months ago, she could’ve never imagined challenging or even staying calm around a being of Tepin’s power. Pulling a business card from the wallet in her pocket, she tossed it towards her host for the evening, before turning to leave, a few whisps of smoke escaping the edge of her hood. “Thank you for being a lovely host this evening.”

As Abigail slowly walked away, she pondered what to do about the ‘leaking’ seam on her neck. It would make things difficult for a while, but nobody would ask many questions if she just wore a few bandaids on her neck. She assumed it would go away after The Keeper next fed, a simple problem fixed with a simple solution. Abigail soon vanished into the woods, heading straight towards where she’d come from, rather than following the path she’d taken to get here. She held no ill will towards Tepin, in fact, she was grateful. It had been a fun day.

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[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 26

In my life, I have never encountered two things. I'd never witnessed someone commit murder. And no one touched me with their bare hands, without experiencing pain and horror. Both of these events happened yesterday. The world died and rose again. I'm confused. I want to believe in the possibility of something good, but I'm afraid that as soon as I believe it, it will be torn out of my hands.

I'm in the cocoon of my blanket. I'm still not okay. What happened with Adam have relaxed me, but not completely calmed me down. I still can't be convinced that he's really safe around me, I'm still a prisoner of the killer. Now this reality in a saturated shades, bright, blinding. But lying like this is becoming insufferable, and I dare to stick my head out to get a little more fresh air. As soon as I do, my own scream deafens me.

Two green eyes. Like the eyes of a predator, glowing in the twilight. He stares so intently that the blood run cold in my veins. The lower eyelid trembles a little. He came to kill me. He probably knows about Adam. Of course he knows. He came to kill me. And Adam. What if he's already… I pull the blanket up to my chin, clutch it to me tightly. I'm dressed. I never take off my clothes when I go to bed, so as not to feel vulnerable. I saw that there are nightgowns and dressing gowns in the closet. I'll never wear this.

I try to escape from the captivity of his gaze. Rush to the side, fall off the bed and start crawling away. All the reckless confidence of yesterday has evaporated. Fear awakens something bestial in me. And the old instincts make themselves felt. I throw myself into a corner, huddle into a ball, hide my face in my knees. I always thought I wanted to die. But only when death breathes down your neck do you realize that all these were just words. In fact, instinct does its job, and you lose control, lose humanity, becoming a beast.

Right now, I'm absolutely terrified. I'm shaking terribly, I'm slowly rocking back and forth, unknowingly, apparently trying to calm down. It doesn't work at all. Whimpers, tears, sobs. All this clouds my consciousness.

I allow myself to take a look at the murderer in my room. He's so serious. No. He's not serious. He's angry. I know that for sure. He's viciously angry. And he came to kill me.

No, no, no. I don't want. I don't want to die. There is no meaning in my existence, but I still want to live. Dangerous poisonous plants also want reaching out to the sun. Breaking out of this captivity would be such an easy way, but I'm not ready to follow it. Ever. I realized this the first time he fired his gun. And even more so now. After someone touched me for the first time. After a ghostly hope appeared for me.

He gets up from the bed, puts his hand inside his jacket. He came to kill me. Now, I'm going to see his gun. Now he'll…

My face is in my hands. And I'm crying and shaking. I hear his footsteps coming closer and closer. He'll shoot at close range so that it's for sure. He walks quietly, but it's like a beat on a drum in a solemn march dedicated to my death. He plays this requiem for me even before he destroys me. I can feel it in my bones him squatting in front of me. And I want to beg him, in the most pathetic and completely ignoble manner, to crawl at his feet, on the bloodied floor. Pray for mercy. I can't even do that. I have no strength left.

The fabric touches my wrists. It's his arms wrapped around mine.

"But you were fine yesterday when I left you."

It's not a question. He doesn't ask. He claims, rather to himself. And then gently pulls my hands, forcing me to reveal my face. I'm a mess of red shades, tears and snot. He must be disgusted. Even I myself feel self-loathing. 

"Hush." He says. "Hush. You need to calm down."

And the fabric again. Now on my face. But these are not gloves. He took out a handkerchief and is now wiping away my tears. His fingers on my cheeks.

I want to hide in a corner. I'm already in the corner, but I need to get further, deeper, into the darkest hollow. 

"Look at me."

I raise my tear-stained eyes so that he doesn't think I'm disobeying, but I hardly can see him because my own are full of tears. And the emerald shards float in the salty ocean, losing their usual brightness.

His hand is on my head, my hair. He strokes me, he smiles slightly, strained. And then his hand stops, cupping the side of my head, fixing it and forcing me to look directly at him. Just like the day before. 

"Breathe. Inhale." He inhales. "Exhale." He exhales.

The voice alternates with the breath. I don't want to listen to him, but I submit weak-willed, and I breathe with him. His face is so close to mine. I can feel his fresh breath on my skin. Refreshing me. Soothing. We breathe the same air.

"Keep breathing. One, two, three, four..." The voice counts to ten, then to fifteen, then to twenty.

My eyes close by themselves. I swallow. I'm almost losing consciousness. Whether from stress, or from deep breathing.

"Let's get you up." His hand slides from my head to my shoulder. He takes my elbow and helps me up. I'm so weak that I have to grab onto his clothes. But he doesn't seem to mind.

And then he leads me to the bed and sits me on it, sits down himself. We're sitting so close. On the bed. He and I. And we are silent.

It's like I'm in a trance. The world is changing too fast. It's as if the sun had risen and set five times in a day. I'm not used to it. For so long everything was clear and measured. But now... I've got too much on my plate. So much. And my nervous system can't stand this pressure, it fails, does the most familiar thing. I'm not here anymore, I'm somewhere between the clouds, floating, enjoying freedom. All this is unreal. Everything that happens can't be real. I'm just sleeping in my cell, possibly passed out from illness or weakness. Well, of course I have a fever. I'm dying. And these are my dying delusions.

He moves a little next to me, turns his head, just slightly. 

"Adam bothering you?"

A terrible fear returns, pulling me out of oblivion. I'm scared so so much.

"No." My voice is like a thin chiffon, almost imperceptible.

I hear him swallow. Out of the corner of my eye I see him lick his lips. 

"Do you know you can be honest with me?"

He'll kill someone. Me, or Adam. Or everyone at all. He's a murderer. 

"Did Adam hurt you?" Tension in his voice, in his body, in my soul.

"No, no..." I hasten to reassure him. I'm his property, it's not difficult to guess that he doesn't want someone to break his possessions. "No one hurt me. I..."

He saw. He saw me come out of the bathroom with Adam. How long we'd been gone. How I wiped the tears from my face. Fear pierces my heart like a poisonous arrow, impregnating me with despair.

"I see." A heavy sigh. "I have free time today. I'd like to have breakfast with you. Do you mind?"

"I have a choice?" I whisper. 

I don't understand why I'm saying this, why I'm talking to him like that. It just what happens every time by itself. I start to be cocky as soon as he is around, despite the recent outbreak of panic and fear that I still feel.

"Actually, yes. You have. So, do you want to have breakfast with me?"

If I refuse, he will kill someone. 

"Yes..."

"Only if you want."

His hands are covered in blood. Scarlet. Bright.

"I want to."

"Okay."

And we sit, neither of us moving. I can feel the warmth of his body. He turns his head slightly one more time.   "I suppose you need to wash and change. I got you out of bed."

His voice is so soft, velvety, lulling. He is a dangerous snake that hypnotizes its prey. I get up, staggering, go to the closet and choose something gray. I'm a mouse, I have to match. I go to the bathroom, unconsciously wash my face, washing away the tears. Run a comb through my hair three times. The movements are mechanical, I'm his doll.

He leads me down the hallway. Again. This is already becoming a routine. I suddenly realize that I'm starting to get used to this place, this corridor, these soldiers who are still terribly afraid of both me and Warner. They don't dare look at us. What is the shelf life of fear? When does it would expired? How long can you be scared of someone or something? I'd like to know, because I'm terribly afraid. And from this fear I'm in zero gravity. I don't understand where I am anymore, and what's going on. My arms and legs are numb, my senses are numb. I'm a disembodied mist, I exist until you come closer.

We enter a familiar room. I don't wait for an invitation and immediately sit down on a chair. He wants it. I have no intention of angering him. This may reflect badly on Adam, he is already in danger. If he's still alive, my subconscious whispers to me.

Warner approaches me from behind, slightly to one side. I tense up with my whole body. My mind is numb, but my body acts on its own, instinctively. And I feel his arms wrap around my head and press it against him. And I freeze. I'm a rodent in the coils of a serpent that tighten around and strangle, strangle, strangle. He'll kill me. Break my neck or choke me. He strokes my head with measured, soothing movements. Again, and again, and again. And I count. 32 times.

"You have beautiful hair," he says and twists one strand on his finger. "A little dry, but that's not surprising given the conditions you've been in." His voice is a whisper.

The stroking movements continue. And he pulls me closer to him, holds me tighter. I'm dying in his arms, suffocating from lack of oxygen. The snake is already close to completing the torment of its prey. Do everything so that it doesn't twitch and doesn't interfere with ingesting it. I don't remember where I am, or who I am, or what's going on. I'm in a cage. I'm back in my cell. Under my blanket. In the safety of four walls. I'm dying. I have a fever. I'm bleeding out.

He leans over. Almost squats. His lips are on my head. On my hair. He kisses me. Presses his lips to me so gently. Lingers like this. I'm not breathing. My hair is thick. But they are not fabric. There is too much risk of touching my scalp. And he doesn't seem to care at all. Is he attracted to death? Is he ready to kill not only others, but also himself? How reckless. It's a good thing none of this is real.

My body melts in his embrace. Dripping in drops. No one has ever held me like that. No one has ever pressed me to himself like that. No one has ever risked to kiss me. Even Adam. Adam hugged me, but he didn't do it like that, he did it in a completely different way. With a kind of desperation, determination, rigidity, maybe even fear. In these hands there is such confidence, tenderness and strength, guardianship, a desire to protect and reassure. These lips caress my ears and my hair. And I lose the last connection with reality. I'm soaring. I'm running through a summer meadow again. I'm smelling the scents of flowers again. Jasmines blossom in my chest. Birds are chirping in my ears. The sun warms my face. And the wind is playing in my hair. And I allow my tired body and my tired mind relax in his arms.

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[lepusrufus]

Some (slightly angsty) vamp fam being wholesome and loving each other bc we need it 

Now keep in mind I’m in no way a writer but i wanted to write a teeny lil fic based around this sketch (the alternative was a short comic which i do not have the time for lol) so enjoy the angst and fluff under the cut

The frigid wind was howling outside, crashing against the towers of the Dimitrescu castle. Yet they stood tall and proud as they have for centuries now, the thick stone walls protecting its inhabitants from the winter cold. 

On the inside, the halls were filled with echoes of heels running across the polished floors, accompanied by the giggles and laughter of the three daughters of the house. Cassandra was in the lead, a comically large hat held in her gloved hands, followed by Bela and, lagging behind, their youngest sister Daniela. She deliberately stayed behind to -jokingly of course- mock their pursuer’s efforts to catch up. Each time she turned to yell a “we cannot be captured” or “give up and we may spare your hat” a small sigh escaped their mother’s lips. 

“Come now, daughters. You know as well as I do that I must get ready for tonight’s meeting.”

Alcina made no efforts to quicken her pace though, she knew that her mischievous daughters would not run too far ahead. After all, where is the fun in having so much distance between you and your pursuer that you can’t even see and make fun of them. At least that’s what Daniela always said. 

Despite her air of tiredness, Alcina couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips at the sound of her beloved daughters’ giggles. They may be up to no good occasionally, but they knew better than to cause their mother embarrassment, especially when it came to Mother Miranda. The meeting was still distant. For now she could afford to spend some time with them. 

The trio rounded a corner, the first two quickly slipping out of sight while Daniela lingered there and turned towards her mother. 

“Fine, we’ll give you the hat back,” she shouted and, for a second Alcina looked at her daughter hopefully, until she held her chin between two fingers in an exaggerated pensive expression. “If we can get a pet lycan!" 

Alcina grimaced at the mere thought of one of Heisenberg’s beasts coming even close to her castle. Her clean castle.

"Never." 

"Good luck then!" 

Daniela spun on her heels to follow her sisters, but lost her balance for a moment, slamming an elbow against the window placed right behind her for support. She had a tendency to get a little clumsy when excited, though it never became a problem bigger than a couple insignificant vases getting broken or an accidental -according to her- shove against her sisters. That is, until today.

The latch on the old window rattled from the combined force of Daniela’s hit and the wind outside that has been pushing against it all day long. This was the final hit that it needed to give out. The window opened forcefully, letting in a cold burst of winter air from outside that howled through the hallway. Daniela got knocked to the ground, more due to the pain caused by the chilly air than from its force, and instinctively tried to crawl away from the window while shielding herself from the cold as best as she could. The pain, however, became quickly unbearable and an agonized scream that bordered on a guttural grow pierced the howling of the wind. 

"Mom!” Daniela called out desperately, now balling up in the fetal position. 

Her mother however was not far, having witnessed the whole ordeal and now rushing towards her with heavy steps from the other side of the hall. Even the other two, hearing Daniela’s scream, dropped their game and came back for their sister. 

“Dani- " 

Bela had to quickly grab Cassandra’s shoulder to stop her at a safe distance. As much as it pained her to see her younger sister writhing in pain on the floor, she knew that all three of them being in that state would get impossible for their mother to handle. And Alcina indeed handled it. She was at her youngest’s side in mere seconds, forcefully shutting the damned window with just enough self control so as to not shatter it, and then knelt down to Daniela’s shivering form. She gently scooped her up in her arms, holding her close to her body and almost wincing at how badly she was shaking.

Alcina spared only a glance towards the elder daughters "Go around. Meet me in my chambers,” came her booming voice and, although she wasn’t mad at them, they couldn’t help the shiver that ran down their spines. 

“Yes mother,” they replied in unison and the next second a swarm of insects had replaced their bodies. 

The journey to Alcina’s chambers was little more than a quick blur of hallways and heavy booming footsteps. She shoved the door open, crouching to enter and made a beeline for the pile of blankets neatly placed on the bed. Daniela was lowered down on one of the thicker covers so that her mother could wrap her up in a better attempt at warming her up. She then was promptly picked back up, now cocooned in the soft blanket, and Alcina went to sit on the couch placed right in front of the fireplace while tightly holding her daughter in her arms. 

Contrary to popular belief, Alcina’s body was quite warm to the touch, unlike her daughters’ cold skin. On chilly winter nights it was common occurrence for the girls to come to her, demanding cuddles with the excuse that their rooms felt too cold. She always complied, gladly allowing all three of them to huddle around her like kittens for a bit of extra warmth. 

Which is exactly what Daniela was doing right now, her small body almost glued to her mother’s chest and her head shoved in the crook of Alcina’s neck. One hand was covering her face, muffling the sound of sobs, while the other was damn near clawing at her shoulder trying to hold the blanket tightly around herself. It pained Alcina deeply to see her in such a sorry state. Her hands were tightly holding her daughter and she bent down to kiss the top of her head, whispering gentle words of encouragement. 

A slight buzzing sound reached her ears as Bela and Cassandra entered the room, their expressions riddled with worry. Bela wordlessly approached the fireplace, it’s flames dying down from not being fed in a while, and added a couple logs that quickly ignited, casting a warm light on the room and its current inhabitants. Cassandra on the other hand was standing a couple feet away from her mother, not knowing what to do. The hat was still in her hands, her grip tightening further with each muffled sob that could be heard from Daniela. It took a few moments for Alcina to notice her, but when she did, she called her to sit by their side with a slight motion of her head. Cassandra was happy to oblige, quickly sitting down by her mother and helping her with keeping Daniela wrapped in  the soft blanket. Bela joined them too after taking care of the fire. She knelt in front of Daniela and started to slowly rub her shoulder hoping to bring some comfort while her other hand went to Cassandra’s.

They sat like that until sobs turned into soft sniffles and until those died down too. Daniela stopped shivering and was instead just enjoying the warmth of her mother’s embrace, recovering from the whole ordeal. Until she let out a sigh, still not budging however. 

“Well that sucked major ass." 

Cassandra couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped her lips at the sight of Alcina fighting the urge to reprimand her youngest for her choice of words. When she looked at Bela, she saw the same struggle to keep a straight face. The very air in the room seemed lighter, no longer carrying the very real possibility of one of them dying.

"No more heels for you. From now on you can only wear flats,” Bela said teasingly, finally allowing her shoulders to relax. 

“You’re only mad I’m taller than you,” came Daniela’s reply, who had turned around in her mother’s arms to give her sister a light shove. 

Bela gasped, indignated, and went for a rebuttal, but was promptly interrupted by Cassandra’s sudden burst of laughter. She buried her face in her hands, muffling the sound, and leaned against her mother. 

Alcina finally managed to let out a sigh of relief, her grip on Daniela loosening, and she leaned back against the soft cushions of the sofa. She closed her eyes, just reveling in the sound of her daughters giggling and throwing light teases at each other as if the last half an hour or so did not happen. These girls were really able to bounce back from anything. 

But that was still a close call. She was already making plans to have someone come to the castle and repair any old window with a faulty lock so that such an accident would not repeat itself. It wasn’t unusual for things in a castle to get old and less effective as they once were, but Alcina couldn’t help blaming herself for not properly upkeeping her home. Her and her daughters’ home. 

A shift from the three girls pulled her back from her thoughts. Bela got up to sit by her side, now all of them huddled around her and giggling at whatever joke Daniela just made. 

She could have a maid call the repairman later. Right now she just wanted to enjoy the quality time with her daughters, in the safety of her warm room. Not that the girls seemed to have any plans of letting her get up anyways.

#we al need some fluff okay #hope yall enjoy this have mercy of my writing skills #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #my art #fanfic

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𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗼

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

𝐖𝐀𝐒 y/n making the school's notorious fuckboy blush?

y/n got out of the shower, allowing draco to use it after her. they did not speak to each other after that.

y/n dried her hair with her wand and snuggled up into the bed.

it's been a while since she had fallen asleep while alone in bed. she was always sleeping over in tom's dorm, she basically lived there permanently.

she did not realise how scary the dungeons were at night till this moment. it was freezing cold and there was barely any light coming through the bedroom windows.

she tried to push those thoughts away and shut her eyes, but each time she did, the image of the serpent lunging towards her played in her head. it was absolutely terrifying.

she rolled around the bed, flipping from her left to the right side. but no matter which position she was in, she could not stop thinking about the slytherin beast.

she also did no't know how to feel about how tom sacrificed himself for her.

but maybe he deserved it, maybe if he had not killed myrtle in the first place, they would not have found themselves in that position.

but then again, if she had not followed him into the chamber he would not have to save her.

she then thought about myrtle, the words that left tom's words after he killed her.

'i'm doing this for you.'

a poor innocent girl got killed because of her. in fact, she was there when it happened, she could have stopped tom but out of the instinct of fear she hid behind the wall and watched it happen.

panic started flowing through y/n's body, her chest heaved up and down as her vision got blurry.

a swirly sensation filled her stomach as her feet and hands tingled.

she felt as if she was slowly spiraling and losing control.

she was having a panic attack.

she started to feel hot and kicked the duvet off her body, trying to calm herself down by taking deep breaths but nothing was working.

she quickly jumped out of bed and hurried over to draco's door, knocking on it frantically.

a groggy-looking draco opened the door. he was shirtless and in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low below his v line.

"did you need anything?" draco's hoarse voice asked, but his eyes quickly widened when he saw the panicked girl in front of him.

"i-i i think i'm having a p-panic attack," y/n stuttered through shortened breaths, she felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest.

draco immediately wrapped his strong arms around the girl, pulling her into his chest.

"shh. you're alright, you're safe, it'll be over soon, i'm here. take deep breaths for me," draco continued to comfort the girl.

draco had never told anyone this, but he was used to having panic attacks, and so he knew the different ways to calm someone down when they were having one.

after a while, y/n was less shaky, but she was still panting.

"can you tell me the time y/n?" he asked softly.

y/n was rather confused by his statement, but she did just that.

with her breathing pattern still erratic, she turned her body around and squinted at the clock on draco's bedroom wall.

as she tried to read the time on the clock, she felt her breath slowly turn back to normal, her heart rate slowing down.

"it-its half past 4," y/n stuttered.

"thank you y/n," he smiled at the girl, guiding her to take a seat on his bed as he sat next to her, holding her hand in his.

"do you want to talk about it?"

y/n quickly shook her head.

"that's fine, do you want to sleep?"

y/n nodded her head.

draco stood up, insinuating he would walk her back to her room.

"can...can i sleep here tonight?" she asked timidly.

draco softly nodded his head, "of course."

y/n tucked herself under draco's covers while the boy laid next to her.

y/n quickly turned her body and snuggled into draco's torso. she tangled their legs together and laid on his chest, her right arm hugging his body.

no words were exchanged between the two as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

draco was the first of the two to wake up. he watched as y/n's chest would rise and fall with each breath she took. and her cheeks that were dusted pink due to the low temperature. and how her mouth was parted open a little. and the way her eyelids would flutter when a cold gust of wind was to pass.

point is, y/n was absolutely beautiful and draco knew that for a fact.

y/n started to stir awake in draco's arms, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and letting out a yawn.

y/n felt the arm around her shoulder and looked up at draco.

"are you feeling better?" draco asked.

y/n slowly nodded her head, "yes, thank you. i'm sorry for waking you up last night, i just couldn't calm myself down."

"no need for thank yous, i'm glad i was there to help."

heat rose to y/n's cheeks as she sat herself up.

"are you blushing?" draco teased the girl, nudging her lightly.

"no," she groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"oh come on snape, if you fancy the handsome draco malfoy just say so." draco smirked.

y/n lifted up her head and eyed the boy, "i can assure you your grandfather was ten times better looking than you."

"hey!" draco lightly shoved y/n.

"it's true," y/n beamed before getting out of draco's bed, "are there any spare toothbrushes around?"

"yea just check under the basin. your brother's gotten new uniforms sent to your room this morning, they should be in your wardrobe." draco got out of bed, opening his cupboard and taking out his uniform for the day.

"thank you," y/n hummed walking out the bedroom.

"anything for a pretty lady like yourself."

"godric you're so annoying," y/n fake rolled her eyes, a smile threatening to form.

draco and y/n left their dorms at 11:30, in time to make it to the great hall for lunch. the last morning class for the day had ended as well, meaning the halls were flooded with students.

y/n felt herself being pushed around in different directions, she tried to tiptoe to look for draco but to no avail. she then felt a hand grab hers, she looked to see who it was and it was the stupid pretty blonde.

draco lightly pulled her by her hand, leading them to the great hall. draco stopped in front of the slytherin table looking for his friends and spotted the familiar faces. draco led her to the open seats opposite a girl and a boy.

"draykie poo, why are you holding her hand?" a brunette pouted and folded her arms.

not realising her and draco's hands were still interlocked, y/n quickly let go of the boy's hand, "oh i'm so sorry i didn't know you two were-"

"we're not!" draco quickly defended himself.

"nah i'm just taking the piss, i happen to root for the other team," the brunette winked at y/n, "hi i'm pansy, but you can call me anytime. and who may you be, gorgeous?" the brunette stood up and reached out a hand across the table.

merlin. she was beautiful.

"watch it parkinson, get in line. i was here first," draco placed his arm over y/n's shoulder.

y/n jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, removing his hand from her, "yea yea pretty boy."

"hi i'm y/n," the y/h/c girl shook pansy's hand.

draco placed a hand on y/n's lower back, inviting her to take a seat.

"oh um hi i'm blaise," the boy who sat next to pansy introduced himself, also sticking out a hand for y/n to shake.

y/n looked at the boy's greasy hands from the fried chicken he had been eating. blaise noticed her gaze and quickly took his hand back, "oops, yea sorry bout that."

y/n only chuckled at the boy, mumbling an 'it's alright'.

"y/n, so you're a snape right?" pansy asked while taking a bite out of her peas.

"yeap." she popped the p.

"related to snape?”

"yea he's my br-"

"uncle." draco quickly interrupted y/n, nudging her under the table.

"yea my uncle..." y/n corrected herself.

"interesting...well that explains why you're hot as hell," pansy raised her goblet to y/n, the y/h/c girl clinking hers with the brunette's.

for the rest of lunch, the three friends conversed while y/n watched. occasionally adding in a nod or 'yea'. it wasn't because she wasn't fond of them, but because she was fascinated by the topics they were talking about. especially whatever a 'cellphone' is.

it would take a while for y/n to integrate into this new age, but maybe life here wouldn't be too bad with her new friends by her side.

the four slytherins then made their way to the rest of their afternoon classes. lucky for y/n, dumbledore had put her and draco in the same classes so at least there was someone she knew in all of them.

what was being taught was exactly the same as what she was learning previously, meaning y/n would have no problem excelling academically.

she was always top of the class, second behind tom of course. but now her new competition was hermione ginger? ganger? y/n didn't really catch her name. but she seemed nice.

dinner time came and nothing eventful happened, the four friends talked and whatnot. but this time y/n joined in on their conversation, it seemed rather natural for her, almost as if she had known them her whole life.

"ms snape!" her brother called out to her as she left the great hall with draco, blaise, and pansy.

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 >

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[luimagines]

He Thinks You Straight up Die part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will include the following Sky, Time and Four.

Content under the cut!

Sky

Sky gulped and swallowed roughly.

His saliva was thick and gross and it felt like he was swallowing sand.

But he didn’t have the time to think or take a break.

He saw you.

Just beyond the hoard of monsters that awaited him, the very beings that dared to keep you away from him- took you, beat you and hung you as a trophy for everyone to see.

You were in a cage on the other side of the cavern.

Even from where he was he could see the blood that stained your clothes, the way some of your limb were bent in a way that was unnatural.

He couldn’t see the details.

But he was scared.

And pissed.

He grit his teeth and took a deep breath, trying to calming his heart and save his oxygen. He’s already out of breath from the fights and the running that took place before he reached this point.

He’s almost there.

He can make it.

Sky adjusts the grip on the sword and he jumps down into the pit.

Monsters begin to swarm him and he slashes at them without remorse.

Closer- he needs to be closer.

Sky takes another deep breath, holding it for the next flurry of blows he has to deal.

He has no time to deal with his lack of breath.

You could be dying.

You are hurt.

He needs to get to you.

Sky hears the grinding sound. A high pitched and ugly noise that makes him want to cover his ears in the process.

Sky kills the monsters around him in a single spin attack and turns around to where you are.

The cage is more tilted than it was before and your body has shifted to the lower side. Sky runs toward it, dashing around the monsters, and trying to get closer to you. There’s a broken and twisted link that holds the cage up from the forty foot drop that awaits you.

There’s too many monsters.

They swarm him again and he’s forced to go on the defensive.

He can’t reach you in time.

He’s going to be late.

He’s not going to make it.

He’s-

Another loud and horrible shriek of metal against metal and the quiet.

And looks over just in time to see you fall.

His heart falls with it.

A screams tears at his throat despite his lack of breath and it knocks him onto his knees.

There’s no way you could have gotten back up.

The others come in to take care of the rest of the monsters but Sky remains unmoving.

He couldn’t-

He couldn’t save you.

He failed.

Time

Time was pissed.

Your whimpers were the only thing the blood rushing in his ears would allow him to hear.

Time couldn’t even focus too much on the sight of you- his entire vision was tinted with red.

So much red.

He hates how part of it was your own blood.

The monster who calls himself Dark Link laughs and pulls your hair tighter, making you cry once more in pain no matter how hard to try to hold it back. There’s a cut on your cheek, blood on your wrists, palms, and knees and a knife to your neck.

Time can’t do anything drastic here- unless he wants to risk your life- and he doesn’t.

So he stays put and watches, and tries to control his breathing.

He just needs to get you out of there and away from the beast. Hyrule and Warrior can help heal you and he knows Twilight and Sky will protect you while he deals with the creature in front of him.

This.... abomination....who dared lay a finger on you.... who dared to hurt a single hair on your head.

He pressed the knife close to your neck and Time can see a little of crimson form at the contact point.

Time growls. ”Let them go! They have nothing to do with you.”

“Oh but they have everything to do with you.”  It replies mockingly- even going so far as to mimic his voice for its own sick amusement. “Such a pretty little thing- no wonder you keep them around.”

He pulls even tighter and you try to put yourself on your tiptoes to lessen the pressure.

“Link.” You whimper. 

And it breaks Time’s heart.

He takes a forward on instinct but Dark Link catches the movement and presses the blade harder, drawing even more blood.

Time forces himself to go still once more even as his glare hardens.

“I’ve had enough of this game.” The creature admits.

A second passes.

And another.

And Time assumes that he’s waiting for an answer but he has none- at least none that he wants you to hear and he doesn’t trust himself to use his voice just yet.

“Shame.” Dark Link clicks his tongue. “Oh well, have it your way.”

And he pulls the knife across.

Time jumps into the space, fully intent on ripping the monster to shreds with his bare hands. Your body falls to the ground just below him and he hopes that the others to the two of you in time.

He can’t do this without you.

Please don’t die.

Four

Four laid on the ground with his hand on his side.

He was bleeding, he knew it.

It wasn’t the worst injury he’s sustained... he thinks anyway. Admittedly it’s a little hard to think right now, especially beyond the pain. Maybe it’ll scar and he’d finally have a story with proof like the others. Not that he cared- but uhhh... where was he going with this?

“LINK!”

Four blinks his eyes open and smiles somewhat.

Man does he love you.

He knows you won’t like seeing him like this.

Maybe even scold him as you patch him up? Make him feel bad for being stupid again.

He swallows as much as he can with his dry mouth and tries, despite his condition, to sit up.

He only belated register your call.

That wasn’t just a normal call- no, no, the blood loss made him naïve.

You were terrified.

Screaming his name- calling for him- and what, he was on the ground?

He needs to go help you! He promised he’d always be there for you! You need help! You need-

He falls onto his knees, the pain, sharp and excruciating in his side... ok, it was even deeper than he thought.

You appear in front of him- unharmed, if only a little roughed up. With a sword in your hand you swipe at a nearby monster that Four hadn’t even noticed.

He falls over again, this time not keeping his eyes off of you as you fight to keep the monsters off of him. He calls your name, telling you to go and go get someone else- his eye sight is dimming- he’s of no use to you.

“Go.” He tells you as loud as he can.

“Never!” You shout back, not once looking at him.

He coughs when he feels something build up in his throat, and he sees a moblin three times your size arc back to take a swing at you.

He tries to point but you’re too focused on the monsters closest to him.

The moblin swing down- hitting you right on the head and you crumble like a tin can or poorly managed iron when he’s messed up the temperature in the forge.

He wants to scream, crawl and fight the monster for even thinking of touching you- but he cant move, his eyes start to blinks close.

“Get up.” He says beyond the iron liquid in his mouth. He coughs it out and takes in a wet and unstable breath. “Get up. You have to get up.”

You don’t.

And his vision goes black.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader

[izusun]

Goblin anon here absolutely screeching over feral quirkless Midoriya, it's everything I wanted

I would like to also introduce a brand (my brand) of feral to Midoriya: pyromaniac.

Imagine Midoriya getting through the entrance exam by saving people, but also by bringing makeshift Molotov cocktails and wrecking almost as much shop as Bakugou.

Imagine the battle trials where Bakugou tries to blow up the building because "that's the only way to keep this little shit down" and in response Midoriya dodges and then sets the building on fire.

Imagine the USJ incident, which goes about the same, but his first instinct is to set the Noumu on fire. Yes he does so. He also nearly sets the stadium on fire at the sports festival so much that they had to evacuate sections of the stadium.

Midoriya (say it with me now) sets Stain on fire. When Tsukauchi meets with the murder trio after the Hosu incident, he just sighs and is like "Midoriya, really?" And this is when we learn that Midoriya has a history of coming across random villains and setting them on fire. When Inko arrives to pick him up she's just like "You're grounded."

There's theories about what Midoriya's quirk, everything from increased intelligence to extremely shitty luck to the ability to make anything he touches explodes (due to his inane ability to make a bomb/lighter out of the most insane things). When it comes out that he's quirkless, it just makes everyone even more afraid, as Midoriya can make a bomb out of some LSD and a rubber duck quirkless-

Pyromaniac quirkless Midoriya.

- Goblin anon

GOBLIN ANON IT’S BEEN AGES IM SORRY IM JUST RESPONDING NOW (ive been so bad at responding asks my god i struggle but thank u for ur au dumps, i love loVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!)

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS AU

feral quirkless gremlin midoriya going through shit by setting things on fire is just the way to go im duwldjwksk

i read midoriya with molotov cocktails and i have not stopped simping for and thinking about this midoriya

genuinely swooning at this ver of him

midoriya probably has a collection of lighters and basically does those hand tricks to calm him down or to take his mind off of things

bakugou and midoriya being more familiar with each other in their middle school days compared to canon and bakugou gifting midoriya with personalized all might lighter god that’s adorable

ok but they’re talking about their favourite heroes and bakugou goes, “shocking that you don’t like endeavour.”

and midoriya just shrugs, twisting his hand and fingers to orchestrate the fire’s dance from his lighter, his viridian eyes brighter and says, “his fire feels wrong.” and they leave it at that

midoriya being inspired by bakugou’s explosions and attempting to copy those so bad that bakugou thought midoriya’s trying out for support classes

OK BUT FIGHT WITH SLUDGE VILLAIN?

he yanks out makeshift molotov cocktails from his bag, lights them up and throws them at the bastard. the sludge villain screams and retreats slightly because not only was he facing the fires but also the exploded glass shards. it gave enough time for bakugou to explode the villain and escape enough to allow him to breathe. in the end, all might still defeats the sludge but he misses bakugou and midoriya who escaped. no ofa for firey green bean.

bakugou helping midoriya create more explosions.

“but kacchba i want fire, not explosions!”

“same difference you pyro asshole!”

midoriya learns them anyways and enjoys it.

THE EXAM!!

i have two ways:

one: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed support items and they allowed him and they watched in shock as this little boy explodes the arena worse than the explosion-quirked student. of course he passes and aizawa took him on as his student.

two: midoriya appealed to the staff that he needed his support items but the staff did NOT allow him because they’re considered weapons (as if quirks are not genetic weapons but i DIGRESS) and so when the exam starts, he stays at the very back of the other examinees. this was so that when he arrives at the scene, there are already spare parts for him to scavenge so that he can build makeshift explosions (foregoing whatever shit he learned from katsuki because all that’s on his mind right now are molotov cocktails)

so that’s what happens. he scavenges parts and hides inside one of the buildings so that he can focus more on making explosions and be less worried about being attacked. when he was fully geared, he steps out and begins to retaliate.

he works fast as to not waste his time and the makeshift explosions. because of this, others (ahem-aoyama-ahem) had no opportunity to steal his score.

same thing happens: uraraka gets caught and midoriya explodes the zero pointer. this time, however, the robot is utterly destroyed.

aizawa and majima saw midoriya’s performance, adored it, and began fighting for midoriya.

“majima, he’s here for the hero classes.”

“great. now give him to me.”

nezu pretends that he’s not planning on splitting midoriya’s schedule anyways.

BATTLE TRIAL OH MY GOD rip all might i bet you keeled over so bad, you were one second from turning to small might there and then.

all might: ok so one explodey kid to look out for. that’s not bad.

all might, one minute later: this green kid looks familiar…

all might, ten minutes later: what the fuck.

NO BECAUSE bakugou and midoriya being excited to explode things (well, more like midoriya’s excited and bakugou just wants to fight midoriya) and having a blast when fighting each other.

1a’s probably thinking “oh no” followed by “they’re hot” (literally too because yk the building’s on fire.)

MIDORIYA EXPLODING THE NOUMU??? king shit

midoriya saw this monster running to aizawa and he just points a more eloquent looking flame thrower (thank u mei for working with midoriya with that) at this beast and sets it on fire.

it effectively slowed the noumu and gave the others an opportunity to pull aizawa from the hit zone. it also granted all might more freedom when fighting the noumu because it was slowed enough that all might didn’t have to worry about exceeding his time limit.

the fire damaged some of its nerve processes that the scientist and afo had not accounted for. of course this review is returned to them and many of the noumus become fireproof because of this incident.

OK BUT DURING THE SPORTS FEST

midoriya crushing on todoroki because fire.

he was actually very interested in todoroki prior to sports fest but something about todoroki’s fight against sero sparked something more in midoriya. midoriya saw the anger from his ice, now he wants to see the same intensity from his fire.

his spiel of “that’s your power, todoroki” goes differently. todoroki still pulls him aside and trauma dumps on him but this time he goes, without missing a beat, “that fire is a waste on you.”

todoroki full body pauses because that’s not something he’s ever, well, considered to hear after trauma dumping.

“what?” he croaks, confused at the bubbling feeling. it’s a miasma of anger and hurt, but to a scale so unfamiliar.

midoriya shrugs. “fire is unique, more so as an elemental quirk. you think it doesn’t make half of you—well, i mean you’re right. it doesn’t. you make it. you control it. fire is often uncontrollable and yet here you are, having it as your power. it’s yours to control, so control it. use it.”

todoroki’s ears are ringing.

“you have it as your power.”

“so control it.”

and so he did.

midoriya watched todoki’s fire; watched the way the flames lick up up up and leaves no air bathed in heat. midoriya sees the rawness of anger and determination and thinks, “this is how fire should always look like.”

unconsciously he also thinks how todoroki’s fire is far more beautiful than endeavour’s.

midoriya loses and he’s not as sad about it. losing to something sentient (fire, not todoroki), for him, is a blessing.

todoroki advances along with bakugou.

bakugou who is jealous of todoroki because he saw how midoriya eyed todoroki’s fire and knew todoroki’s a competition in other more ways.

bakugou wins again, this time less angry because todoroki used his fire against him.

STAIN THINKING MIDORIYA’S JUST THIS WEIRD HERO STUDENT WHO HAS NO SPECIFIC QUIRK UNTIL HE FEELS FLAME KISS HIS SKIN AND SCREAMS BECAUSE DAMN IT GREEN EYED KID JUST SET HIM ON FIRE

todoroki full on pausing because he thought he’s the one who set stain on fire unconsciously only to follow the fire’s trail and sees it’s from one of midoriya’s many support items.

“shoot i didn’t mean to burn him that fast!”

“that’s your issue!?”

midoriya gives them a “duh?” look and todoroki feels himself warming up (HAH another fire pun) at midoriya’s ease.

flying noumi still comes and picks him up but midoriya also sets this thing on fire. the difference between a winged noumu and a normal noumu is that the wings are far more flammable and midoriya had quite a bit of fun at setting it on fire and hearing the crackling of flames on rubbery wings.

endeavour casts him a glance that speaks of approval and midoriya doesn’t know if he hates it or not.

tsukauchi arrives and sees not only stain, but the noumu and heaves up a very big sigh. “midoriya, really?”

GOBLIN! PYROMANIAC QUIRKLESS MIDORIYA IZUKU IS A FAVE IM SCREAMING

#goblin anon #ask #IM BACK W GOBLIN RAMBLINGS #god im still simping for tbis midoriya #goblin anon KNOWS where to HIT what a fella #bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #slight #bakudeku #and #tododeku

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The Luna

◐ PART VII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker... implied violence, mentions of blood, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, discussions or ruts, (non-explicit) kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker...

Word Count: 4200

Author’s Note: You have no idea what your support has meant to me. After getting the dreaded Covid it was awhile before I had the energy to work on this. Truly your asks and your messages and comments...they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @underthejoon were the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. 

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Fifteen Years Ago...

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“It can’t be-”

“Run for the elders! Quickly! 

“Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”

The red smoke was invented by the first wolf known to mate a witch. Legend has it that their bond lent him some of her magic and with it he created a mystical powder that unleashed bloody plumes like knife slashes in the clouds. 

It was a distress call. 

A wolf in danger or in need could throw the powder (usually into their fireplace) and the red smoke would rise - drawing others to their aid. 

No fire was needed and the strange shimmering clouds it produced could even be seen on a moonless night. 

“What happened? Where is the Luna?”

The chief elder was still out of breath, having charged over from his chambers to find Isa in hysterics. 

“She’s gone! Something scared her! It triggered a half-shift!”

His eyes widened in fear and alarm. 

“She’s too young to half-shift. The energy it would take-”

Isa broke into sobs again. 

The girl was only five years old. She and her wolf were too volatile to merge safely. The wolf would be frightened - it would run. 

Eventually the child might regain control, but she would have no way of knowing where she was or how she got there… 

And she would be weak. The effects of the shift were too much for a pup that age. 

The chief elder felt true terror grip his heart. 

“Call for the alphas - immediately!”

Although they were technically one of the oldest bloodlines in the village, Park Clan had only five families to its name - all betas. 

Except for one. 

Park Jimin was the first alpha ever born to the Parks and as such he became the head of his family on the day of his birth - officially the youngest clan leader in history. 

When the call for alphas spread through the village, nine year-old Jimin was roused from his bed to serve on behalf of his people. 

Clan alphas were required to report, regardless of their age. 

“I don’t have to tell any of you what is at stake. Our pack has been entrusted with the Luna’s bloodline. Her safety is our sacred commission.”

The woods were no place for a child. If fluctuating temperatures and possible starvation weren’t bad enough, there were wild bears, packless ferals, rogue witches, snakes, and worst of all-

Unblessed wolves—animals without a human heart. They were by far the most pressing danger to the little girl. 

“Surely young Park can remain at home for this,” Jeon Jinseok pressed. The boy was barely older than his grandson, Jungkook, and he was reluctant to endanger another pup needlessly. 

Some quiet murmurs of assent could be heard around the elder’s chambers, however the chief elder himself shook his head sadly. 

“I understand your concern… but the law is the law. Every clan alpha is sworn to such a task. He took an oath after his first transformation-”

“He was seven-”

“An oath is still an oath.”

All eyes turned to the gentle voice in the corner. The Park alpha looked impossibly small and soft. 

But his gaze burned with determination. 

“It is my right and duty to seek the Luna alongside all of you.” His round little jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not afraid.”

The sound of bones and sinew shifting filled the air as one by one the clan alphas fell to their wolf forms and took off into the forest. 

Until only a small silver wolf remained. 

The chief elder sighed. 

The boy would not undergo the Change for another six years. The mental link between his wolf and human forms was not yet complete. It was difficult for information to pass from one to the other. 

“You are the wolf force of Park Jimin.”

After a moment the wolf nodded.

“You were called here because the Luna has gone missing and you must find her if you can. Search the woods until your wolf force can endure no longer and then return. If you find the child, bring her home as soon as possible.”

The young wolf nodded again and then disappeared into the night. 

It was cold. 

The last thing you remembered was a loud noise. It was too close - you panicked-

Then there was heat and pain and running and now this-

Darkness and barren trees looming over you as far as your frightened eyes could see. 

“...Hello?”

Your hands were bleeding. Tears began to slide softly down your cheek as your lips trembled. 

“H-Hello?”

Jimin had never been allowed into the forest alone. A myriad of new shapes and odd smells assaulted his senses as he ran. 

He had only seen you a handful of times. 

Bright silver eyes with a smile that could set even the coldest heart into bloom. 

Now you needed him.

And he was going to save you. 

It was not a question or a matter of chance in his mind. He was meant to find you. It was as if a thread from his chest was bound to a thread from yours and his wolf knew to follow it without question or thought for its significance. 

I’m coming, little Luna. Hold on. 

Your nose was not yet fully developed, but the stench creeping through the air toward you was unmistakable. 

Unblessed. 

A soulless wolf. 

The last time you encountered it was after a hunt. Your father killed one who attacked him and he brought it home for you to scent. 

So you could recognize the smell of danger. 

Gradually two shining eyes emerged from the darkness, yet unlike the wolves of your village, these were dark and fathomless-

Hungry. 

You couldn’t tell much about its age or coloring, it was too thin - too dirty, but the bared teeth and steady progress closer signaled its intent clearly. 

“Please,” you whispered, as it crouched back on its hind legs, preparing to strike. 

Tears blurred your vision as you heard it leap forward. 

But the strike never came. 

Another wolf tackled it to the ground before it could reach you. The two of them tangled viciously in the moonlight; a terrifying mass of snarling and claws. 

The smaller fighter was already bleeding, but he clamped down on his opponent’s throat in the first hit and hung on to it even as the animal snapped and scratched brutally at his skin. 

Jimin could feel his strength beginning to fail him. The pain was excruciating, but he had to endure. If he let go, he was lost- 

You were lost.

So he held. 

And at last the soulless wolf collapsed on top of him. 

For a moment, all was quiet. 

Jimin felt the wounds over his hide begin to tug at the edge of his consciousness. Accelerated healing could only do so much... He was hurt badly. 

Then two small hands began to push at the unblessed corpse. Small huffs and heaves poured from you as you worked to free him from beneath his defeated foe. 

“Don’t be afraid, Silver,” you grunted, “Momma says the healing works best if you can get warm.” 

With one final heave you disposed of the beast as best you could, then moved to wrap your body around your injured champion. 

“I can help,” you whispered, letting the tears fall freely. His soft whimpers were the only reply you received as you snuggled in closer, running your hands gently over the soft fur. 

The young wolf’s eyes were already beginning to lose focus. 

“Please goddess,” you begged into the night. “Please save him.”

Then the two of you drifted into a heavy sleep. 

Jimin opened his eyes again just as the dawn broke. 

He was still in wolf form, but the pain of his injuries had lessened considerably. 

Either that or he was becoming numb. 

His eyes dropped to the figure curled up next to him and his heart stirred. You were so pale… and he could feel your small body shivering violently against his chest.

She will not last much longer...

It took nearly everything he had to stand to his feet and nudge you awake. 

“Will you bring me back, Silver?” you asked weakly. 

Jimin nodded and the two of you stumbled forward into the forest, trusting the vague recollections of his wolf instincts to lead you home. 

Isa was beside herself with worry. Wolves came and went throughout the night-

But there was still no sign of you. 

And the odds of a child surviving the woods alone with no heat and no protection were slim at best. 

Her hands shook as she gathered feed for the horses from the storeroom near the back of the house. She willed herself to complete the task - any task - in an effort to busy her mind and perhaps achieve a moment of respite. 

Her hand closed around the back door handle and she started forward - only to nearly lose her balance over something lying on the porch. 

The bucket of feed dropped from her grasp, sending kernels of grain in all directions. 

Two bodies lay in a heap at her feet, clutching one another desperately. The Luna and her silver wolf were covered in matted blood and dirt. 

But they were alive. 

Isa began to scream, drawing out the other two occupants of the house; her husband Roojin and his younger sister, a beta healer named Ryn. 

“Oh my goddess,” Ryn gasped, “that’s the Park alpha! I heard some of the elders saying that he hadn’t checked in last night!”

“Get them inside. If we don’t act quickly we could lose them.”

Roojin tried to lift you away from the wolf, but the action was enough to rouse you and you immediately began to kick and scream frantically. 

“No! I won’t leave him!” you sobbed, wrapping your body even tighter around the injured pup. “Silver, wake up! Please wake up!”

“Baby you need to let him go! We have to treat him!”

But you were frantic, refusing - violently - to be separated from your rescuer. 

Ryn was eventually forced to grab a syringe from her field kit to sedate you. 

Isa carried your limp body to the fireplace and began to peel off your wet clothes while Ryn and Roojin dealt with Jimin’s injuries in the kitchen. Blood dripped over the tabletop and puddled ominously on the floor while they worked. 

“It looks like he was attacked.” Ryn’s eyes began to water. “What a brave little boy.”

“How the hell did he survive this?”

“I don’t know, but without a healing touch he’ll die.” She ripped her gloves off and rolled up her sleeves. “Stand back.”

Twenty minutes later Isa and Roojin caught the young healer as her legs gave out from under her. She had poured the majority of her energy into restoring the young Park alpha - perhaps more than was strictly safe-

But he would survive and that was all that mattered. 

“I must contact the elders,” Isa murmured as she helped Ryn to a seat near the hearth. “In all the chaos I forgot to tell them that we found her.”

Roojin sighed, letting his eyes drift back to the table. 

“That pup brought her back, but I wonder if they’ll even believe it. I wouldn’t - not if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

“No...” Ryn whispered from the chair. “You can’t tell them about the boy.”

“Why not? He’s the only reason she’s still alive. He deserves to be recognized.”

“You don’t understand,” she shook her head weakly. “His clan is nothing. They have no power - no other alphas. This will make him a target. The alpha pups will challenge him and the stronger clans will see him as a threat to their influence…”

She pulled herself upright and limped over to the table where the young wolf slept. 

“But he's just a child….and small for his age at that. He has no powerful clansmen to protect him from the ramifications of this.” 

Her hands clenched to fists. 

“When his human form returns, he won’t remember saving the Luna. We’ll take him to his mother’s home at nightfall - make it seem like he wandered back. He may garner some respect for surviving the woods, but then they’ll leave him alone… and he can go on living his life in peace.”

Ryn turned to face them both with a determined expression. 

“We owe him that.”

“Where is the silver wolf? Where have you taken him?”

As soon as the sedative wore off you reached for the boy once again, only to find that he was gone. 

“The silver wolf was hurt very badly, sweetheart. Your aunt carried him away to be treated.”

“I have to go with him! He needs me!”

“No, honey - you can’t-”

Isa pulled you into her arms and you collapsed into helpless sobs. The last twenty-four hours had finally caught up with you. 

You were too weak to fight back. 

“Luna… the silver wolf is in danger. Are you willing to keep him safe?”

You nodded fiercely, letting the flow of your tears soak through your mother’s sleeves. 

“Then you must never tell another soul that the silver wolf saved you. No one can know that he was with you in the forest.”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. 

“But-”

“You will tell everyone that you found the way back alone. Do not mention the silver wolf.”

Isa lifted your chin till your eyes met hers. 

“Promise me, Luna.”

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as you thought of your champion. He had spared you from a gruesome fate and you did not even know his name. 

You wanted so desperately to thank him. 

Last night, you were so cold - so afraid - that you hadn’t said it...

Now you never could. 

So instead you would protect him - no matter what it cost. 

“I promise.”

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Today...

———◐———  

“I don’t like him.”

Jimin tilted his head slightly toward his best friend.

“Who?”

Taehyung took a long sip of water then moved his hand to cover his mouth. To an outside observer he would appear to be wiping excess liquid from his lips. 

“The senior envoy from the Iron Claw pack.” He shook his head. “Something about him is off. He’s ill at ease.”

All the major packs of the mountain nations dispatched representatives to greet and solidify their relations with the new Alpha. 

Any pack who failed to send a proper delegation risked a diplomatic incident. 

The first twenty-four hours held great significance when it came to the transfer of power. The official term for the tradition-packed period between the revelation of the Alpha and his ultimate reunion with the Luna was called “The King’s New Moon.”

The new moon was the darkest phase of the lunar cycle and the immediate separation from his mate was meant to be a test of the Alpha’s restraint and bearing. 

Jimin wanted to put his fist through a wall. 

He missed you. 

Fighting Namjoon was nothing compared to the torture of this bureaucratic circus.

As the day progressed he was extremely grateful to have Yoongi and Taehyung at his side. Yoongi agreed to act as interim Praetor while Namjoon recovered and he and Taehyung were quick to fill in any knowledge gaps Jimin had with regards to protocol. 

The first round of ceremonial greetings between packs dragged on more than an hour before the bell struck for a brief recess. In fact, until Taehyung’s rather strange pronouncement, nearly every moment played out with boring predictability.

Though there was one notable surprise. 

Apparently the Iron Claw pack had just undergone a change of leadership and was now under the command of a female alpha named Azira Kai. 

Authority in the Iron Claw pack was traditionally decided through combat, and Azira beat nearly thirty-five challengers to ascend as queen. 

Female alphas were extraordinarily rare. Jimin knew they existed, but Azira was the first one he’d ever heard of. 

Iron Claw’s senior envoy delivered the news himself at the start of the ceremony and personally conveyed the queen’s well wishes. 

Jimin eyed the representative in question speculatively from his corner of the table. At first glance the man seemed much like every other emissary gathered in the crowded hall to fulfil centuries old obligations. But Taehyung had always possessed a strange sense about people. 

His instincts could not be easily dismissed. 

“I will keep that in mind,” he whispered as he sent the young man a courteous nod.

The sun had already begun to set when a messenger from the chief elder’s chambers arrived at your door. At long last the ceremonial requirements were drawing to a close and soon the elder’s council would be sending you instructions.

However...‘soon’ could mean anything from twenty minutes to five hours. 

“You might as well rest while you can,” Jin teased with a salacious wiggle of his brows. “Who knows what strenuous activity you might find yourself involved in when they finally let that boy loose.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that your cheeks weren’t burning with embarrassment. 

“I will rest, but not for any reason you’re thinking.”

Truth be told, your nerves were a bit… frayed. 

A frustration was building within you and nothing seemed to satisfy it. You weren’t even sure what you were wanting, but you definitely wanted it. 

“Of course not,” your cousin chuckled as you gathered your gloves and wandered back to the bedroom. 

An hour later Jin’s boredom found him snuggled up on the couch near the fireplace reading over an old cookbook from your mother’s pantry.

“Heavens… no wonder Aunt Isa’s kimchi is so dry. This is a disgrace.”

Suddenly the front door began to shake and pound violently. Strange smells carried through the air and his eyes widened. 

Foreign wolves. 

He drew in a deep breath and immediately growled in frustration. 

Foreign alphas.

A small bowl of red powder sat on the mantle above the hearth. Jin just barely managed to toss it into the flames before the door splintered off its hinges. 

“Hello boys,” he drawled, unleashing a massive dose of pheromones while the knives strapped to his forearms slid smoothly to his hands. “What brings you here?”

“I just heard the strangest news,” Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the small scrap of paper passed to him by one of the council aides. 

“Oh?”

The next set of guild masters were making their way to Jimin at a snail’s pace. It would be several seconds before he needed to greet them. 

“One of the healers sent word that Namjoon has disappeared from his assigned recovery room.” He shook his head curiously. “Where do you suppose he’s gone?”

Jimin’s eyes widened. 

That mangy mutt. He’s probably bent Yunli over every surface of her brother’s house by now. Goddess above! He couldn’t hold out for six more days? 

“I’m sure I have no idea.”

I should have killed him. This is a disaster. He can barely walk, how does he expect to-

“The Miner’s Guild is honored to serve at the pleasure of the Alpha.”

Jimin nodded regally and forced up a pleasant smile. 

“The honor is entirely mine, Master Lee. I look forward to-”

A loud crash split the solemn hush of the room as a young member of the council guard burst through the heavy wooden doors. 

“Red smoke! Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”

Jimin felt his heart plummet into his stomach. 

Chaos erupted immediately. 

“Call for the guards!”

“We must notify the healers.”

“The messengers just spoke to her-”

“Is it an attack?”

“ENOUGH!”

The Alpha’s voice cut across the assembly with authoritative resonance. 

Every eye turned to him in expectation. 

But he could only think of you. 

“Jung, lock the building down. Take your clansmen and seal off every entrance.”

Murmurs began to stir through the hall as Hoseok directed his people toward the access points, but he ignored them. 

“Choi. Make for the healers. Have a dozen of them meet us there.”

Jimin was already heading for the door. The deadly length of his claws flashed ominously in the firelight. 

“Kim, Min, Jeon - with me.”

The three alphas in question fell in step behind him without a word. 

The scene at the Luna’s home was nightmarish. 

Jimin ran to your room immediately, but all he found was a broken window and the lingering scent of your fear. 

His wolf howled in anguish as he fell to his knees and screamed in rage. 

At the front of the house four badly beaten bodies lay strewn about the kitchen and living room area. Most of the furniture was destroyed and the scent of carnage soaked the air. 

“Jin!”

The omega stood at the center of the rubble. There was a nasty slash running up his right leg and another grievous wound near his ribs. 

But his arms were wrapped around a massive foriegn wolf with the thin blade of his favorite knife pressed against the intruders throat. 

“What happened here?” Yoongi gasped. “And that smell-” he moved his hand to cover his nose. 

“Pheromones,” Taehyung nearly gagged. 

His eyes fell to the corpses - examining their injuries with a critical gaze. 

“Jin, you dangerous bastard.”

The omega simply smiled and forced the prisoner onto his knees. 

“I don’t understand…” Jungkook shook his head. 

“He flooded them with omega pheromones... These four were unmated.” The Kim alpha let out a cold chuckle. “He triggered their ruts… and they killed each other over him.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

Male omegas really were terrifying.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed and he considered the scene. 

“None of this makes sense. The scent markers are clearly from the Iron Claw pack. They didn’t even bother to mask…”

Jungkook and Yoongi began to search the bodies for any hint of their motives or identity when Jimin returned from your room. His fury was palpable in the air around him. 

“Why would anyone kidnap a Luna?” he snarled. “The divine bloodline is sacred to all wolves. Who would be so reckless?”

Jin shook his head.

“I don’t know.” His knife twisted into the prisoner’s neck. “But he does.”

Jimin crouched down in front of the foreigner, fighting every urge in his soul to tear the mountains apart for his mate.  

“Where is she?”

The prisoner sneered.

“You may be a powerful Alpha, but you are not of my pack or my blood.  I’ll never tell you anything.”

“Oh,” Jimin’s eyes flashed with golden fire, “I think you will.” 

Heavy. 

That was how you felt. 

Your body was sore (like it had been tossed and carried a long distance) and your mind was out of focus (as if everything around you was moving either too quickly or too slowly - honestly you couldn’t quite tell).

You remembered being drugged; some sort of compound pressed against your nose and mouth.  

Glass from the window shattered onto your face…

Then unfamiliar scents and unfamiliar hands closed in on all sides. 

Too fast for you to react.

Too shocking for anyone to have predicted. 

Nothing like this had ever happened and there was no reason to believe it would. 

To harm a Luna was sacrilege. 

It was simply not done. 

What could drive men to such a course of action? 

You should be afraid; terrified even.  

But you weren’t.

Your eyes fluttered open to take your new surroundings. You could vaguely see the shape of seven or eight wolves - alphas by the smell of them-

And then you smiled. 

It wasn’t your usual impish grin or anything close to soft or inviting. 

It was a cold twist that crept over your lips as you watched your abductors set up their camp. 

After a moment, one of them noticed your strange expression. 

“Looks like the little Luna hit her head on the way here,” he called out to his comrades with an amused snort. “You should have been more careful with her, Mac.”

He shook his head and made his way over to where you were tied up. The young alpha reeked so heavily of sweat and self-importance, you almost gagged. 

“What’s got you so amused, Miss Luna?”

It was more of a taunt than a question, but your smile widened nonetheless. 

“My mate is going to kill you.” 

Shock flickered over his features for just a second before he threw his head back and laughed. 

“We’ll be long gone before your sweet little alpha even knows we’re here.” He gripped your chin between his fingers and you snarled. “We masked our scent as soon as we got you - and there isn’t a wolf alive that could track our crew through the woods.”

“You’re wrong,” you whispered. 

Jimin’s face flashed through your mind - followed immediately by another memory, buried deeply, but never forgotten—

of a frightened little girl and the silver wolf who braved the forest and fought a monster to save her. 

“He’ll come for me - no matter what precautions you’ve taken.” You leaned forward a bit, letting the conviction in your gaze blaze through to the depths of your captor’s soul. “And then - he’ll come for you.” 

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