#in hawk form of course lol

[july-19th-club]

love an ending that is 'happy' in that a desirable outcome is produced, but made complicated by the fact that the protagonist has given up something integral to themself in order to make it so. it's sort of uncool in some circles to admit you LIKE when characters give up something really cool for something pretty basic, but it's all about context and quality of storytelling, right? that sort of conviction - this is a part of my personality that i am permanently renouncing access to, and it's my choice, and i'm going to miss it, but i'm not going to regret it - that's compelling. ending in which a character who loves nothing more than the rush of finding the answer to a question is handed, one day, a puzzle they just don't want to solve. and that part of their life is over, but it's not a bad thing. maybe the answer doesn't need to be known. maybe not knowing it opens you up to a creative mindset you never had before. character who gains some kind of special power chooses to give it up not because they no longer love the ability, not because it hasn't improved their life, but because this thing they love comes with costs, is getting in the way of a life someone they love or loved and lost would want them to live. i'm glad it turned out this way. i miss the missing thing with all my heart. i would let go of it again if i was asked to choose.

#stories where people give up something beautiful to live ordinary lives because there's something in the ordinary life they want more #a very common variant of this is of course the 'immortal character renounces their lifespan for a mortal lover' plot #which is fine and all #but i like more nuanced versions . like my tobias animorphs epilogue idea where he and his mother reconnect more permanently #and one day when he's at her house they have a long. long talk. about what he is going to do now. it's been years but he's still #in this holding pattern of grief and solitude. but his mother is his one anchor to the world of humanity. and she's not getting any younger #and hawk lifespans aren't getting any longer. and they spent so much time away from each other #and he says. i miss her like an amputation mom. how do you keep going? #and she says. not missing your father because i didn't know that i loved him and he was gone was worse #and she asks hm if he's sure he could be human again. if he could give up his hard-earned flexibility of form #and he says we've been sitting here talking for three hours. little late to second-guess it now #this got away from me . but you see my vision #writing tag #animorphs i guess also lol #q

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

ooh im glad!!! so, expanding on that then..

how about price with a civvi wife/gf, and when they’re talking over the phone while he’s gone, she’s being kinda cagey and definitely omitting something, but he doesn’t know what. so when he gets back home she tells him she’s pregnant? really just a lot of fluff (and maybe angst? 👀 like about how his job is super dangerous and he might not come home, so he has fears about it?? bc your angst is so good it makes me sob violently /pos)

ive never sent a request before, so if this is too specific or something, feel free to whittle it down or toss it, i don’t wanna bug you lol

have a good day hal, love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our Remains

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to breeding kink & unprotected seggsy time, morning sickness, angst, major fluff at the end

A/N: This was an adorable request, Anon!! Thanks so much for sending it in.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You disliked hiding things from John. It not only felt like a betrayal of his unlimited trust in you but also a slap in the face for what you had built with each other. The both of you were always honest to a fault when it came to your relationship—like how a bird was loyal to the sky. It was an unselfish principle; a promise of pure love and devotion that transcended touch or given gifts.

You told each other things. Everything. Down to how much you had spent on groceries that day just because it was something to talk about and share; something that made you closer to one another even when you were apart. You told the Brit what you planted in the back garden—what shirt you were wearing!

But now you hold the ringing phone in your hand and for the first time in your entire relationship, you consider lying. 

Your eyes bore into the icon of John’s smiling face, head covered by a black beanie and beard tilted up softly. Affectionately, his name on the device had been changed to ‘Grumpy St. Bernard,’ but now the title made your lips go thin instead of the usual giggling reaction. No heat spreads over your cheeks; no excitement.

Just an overwhelming sense of dread.

The week had started just as the last three had. A special form of hell. At nearly six o’clock you would whip back the covers with all the fervor of a terrified rabbit being chased by a hawk; the taste of bile immediately snapping you to attention as the toilet acts as your commanding officer. 

You imagined John would get a chuckle out of that comparison, but when you’re hurling up your guts in nothing more than a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers and a tank top it’s hard to think about all that. The taste of bile was still lickable from your lips as the bathroom tile digs into your knees, ringing phone still in your palm. 

The idea of a pregnancy test slid into your subconscious in the first week of John’s two-month deployment, the tantalizing thought that was like a hook to a fish. You had pulled on the string, of course, and had instantly drowned in air. But you hadn’t taken one until now. Too nervous, perhaps. Hesitant. 

In your other hand, opposite of the buzzing phone, you held three positive pregnancy tests in a shaking grip. Pink and white plastic mock you from the corner of your vision; two double lines. 

John’s icon dims. 

You press the green circle in your panic, mouth opening and closing yet no sounds escaping. Would you tell him now? Later? Was it right to tell him about this now—when he was halfway across the continent? Fear overtakes your heart for no apparent reason. You didn’t want him to act rashly, especially when John could act so stubborn when he wanted to. 

He was always so concerned about you when he was away but you were concerned just the same. That man was the one who was getting shot at constantly, not you.

“Took you a while to answer. Trying to give me the slip, then, Sweetheart?” John’s gravelly voice helped slightly, making your heart still, even if for a short moment. You close your eyes and tilt your head down, lips quivering at the soft chuckle over the line.

God, you loved him so much.

Blue eyes furrowed in confusion at the silence on the line, the chilled Switzerland air sneaking inside John’s compression shirt as he stood on the hotel balcony. The sounds of gentle conversation twitch his ears from inside the room—the voices of the One-Four-One a dull mumble behind the half-closed sliding door. They had been playing cards before the Captain had easily slipped away to check up on you. 

He tried to call as often as he could. 

John’s hips shift, one arm crossed over his chest as the other presses the phone harder to his ear. Lips pull to a frown, beard bristles going with them, before the lines on the Brit’s forehead grow larger.

“...Love?” Naturally, a sliver of concern wedges itself into his ribs but it subsides when your calming voice spreads honey over the call. John’s shoulders fall back down. 

You breathe deeply, hands dropping the tests onto the bathroom counter with a small clack of plastic. 

“John,” forcing away the hitch to your words, you stare at yourself in the mirror, free hand sliding up to lightly rest over your collarbone as a soothing method. Your eyes are so filled with shock that it throws you off. “I…I wasn’t expecting a call so soon.” 

“Hm, been up since 0500.” the man grunts, looking out over the city and seeing the rising sun before asking softly with a deep-set brow. There was something about your tone…lids narrow at nothing. “Did I wake you?” 

“No, no,” You force a chuckle, having to take a deep breath before ripping your sights from your own reflection. The disgust was settling at you trying to avoid this. But if your own brain could barely process this right now, what gave you the right to tell John when he wasn’t here? “I’ve been up for a few hours.”

Licking your lips, you run a hand over your hair, glancing out of the ajar door into the master bedroom, pushing out bland answers for only the fact that you couldn’t think clearly right now.

Jesus, this was actually happening. 

You study the thrown covers from your morning rush to the bathroom, seeing the pictures on the nightstand and feeling the delicate atmosphere that was sparking—electricity between atoms. A silent moment of realization that everything down to the bare bones of your relationship was about to change. Blinking back to the tests, you dwell in the strange fuzz that took residence in the back of your mind. 

“What’s been going on?” Your voice isn’t right. Too tight. Too…nervous. Why were you nervous? “Everyone good?” 

The Brit frowns stiffly, shifting his feet again and sending a look back into the hotel. Hunching forward, John’s large fingers fix the position of the phone as his voice lowers, ignoring your question entirely. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but there were pros and cons to his line of work. 

Above all, he knew when something was up with you.

“Are you alright over there, Sweetheart?” Blue eyes rove the street below, “Feelin’ okay? You sound a bit stuffed up.”

Your heart lurches, quickly stuttering through an explanation of, “O-oh, I think I just came down with something.” The irony wasn’t lost on you. “A stomach bug,” you cringe, “I’m sorry, was it that obvious?”

The laugh that exits is less convincing than you thought it would be, but it does the trick. John sighs in relief, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“No need to apologize, Love…anything bad, then? I can bring some meds from Base when I’m back if you need me to.” He was still concerned for you, but knowing that you’d never lied or withheld the truth from him before there was really no reason to believe that anything else was going on. John trusted you to the end of the earth. 

The Captain rubbed at the back of his neck, cracking his spine as he bent back. It was still early and waking up on a hotel bed without you beside him was torture. John longed for home. Longed for you.

Back at the house, your face scrunches together. 

Bad? You wonder, saying absentmindedly that some medication would be lovely. Was this…bad? 

John had always wanted to have a kid—or, at least, he’d told you as much when he was above you, filling you to the brim and then doing it again a second and third time. Thighs quivering and eyes fighting to stay open through layered bliss as sharp pants rung in your ears. 

“Gonna get you pregnant…watch you swell up…c’mon sweet thing, you can handle another one, can’t you? Need to watch it take.” 

…But was that a true feeling or just a kink? You blank and realize you’d never asked him. More than that, though, was this what you wanted? 

“When do you think you’ll be home, John?” You speak softly, palm flattening over your stomach as you exit the bathroom and sit on the end of the bed, gut swirling but not in a nauseous sort of way. “I…I really miss you, y’know? It would all be better if you were home.”

The brunette blinks softly, lids peeling back in shock for a moment before a thin thread of guilt worms its way into him. 

“Kate said two months, Love,” John speaks slowly, the grumble in his voice trying to convey his unease at your strange behavior, “You know that.”

He’d explained his job when you both had gotten serious, how he would be gone for long periods of time, and the somewhat uncomfortable situations you’d be put in because of it. You’d agreed and never brought it up when John would have to leave in the small hours of the morning and disappear for months on end. It shocked him, really, with how well you adjusted but that was just how you were. One of a kind. 

There was no one else with whom John could see himself building a life—being buried beside in some nice meadow grave plot and turning to dust together. Growing a family with. 

John cleared his throat, tilting his head down slightly before pulling himself back to the present. 

“It’s bothering you that much, eh?” His brows furrow, “Are you sure you’re alright? I can call hospital and—”

“No!” You slap a hand to your mouth, halting your outburst as blue eyes go somewhat wide, jaw slackening. Taking a breath over the shocked silence over the line, you dig your fingers into your cheek before letting your limb drop. “No, John…I-I’m sorry I just…” 

Your voice quivers.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

Eyes burning and nose twitching, you breathe heavily, mouth closing shut because you knew that if you say another word you’ll explode. You were shivering with cold sweat, scared and confused, and wanting John to hold you in his arms; whispering that it would all be okay into the shell of your ear. 

You force through a sob, “I’m just really scared.”

John tenses, one hand going to grasp the balcony with white knuckles. His mind goes into overdrive. “Scared?” the Brit prods, muscles going stiff and mind running, “What in the hell is going on?” 

Authority leaks into his tone, serious and deep. It made him nervous that he couldn’t see you right now—couldn’t stop the sounds coming from your mouth. Why were you crying? Has something horrible happened to you? Were you in trouble but were unable to tell him? John runs over your conversation again, every word and sound, as his heart races. He was wound up like a spring. 

From behind him, the conversation in the hotel room halts. 

You force your eyes closed, now up on your feet and pacing. Tears lightly patter to the floor. 

“John, I can’t tell you over the phone,” you admit, shaking, “that wouldn’t be…wouldn’t be fair to you.” Swiping at your eyes, you spread the salty liquid away from your lashes, sniffling; praying that he would understand. “But I really need you home as soon as you’re able. I don’t want to break up what's going on over there, it’s just really important. I don’t think I can wait two months by myself. You know I would never ask this if I didn’t need to.”

John’s jaw clenches, legs unable to stay still as your anxiety leaks to him. He’s nodding before he realizes you can’t see him, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs. 

“...I’ll see what I can do, then.” The brunette runs his hand over his beard pulling at the strands aggressively. What was so crucial that you can’t tell him over the phone? It was a secure line, John always made sure it was; yet, at the same time, that fact didn’t matter at all. If you needed him home so fervently—then he was coming home. That was that. “How long can you wait for me, Love?” He spares a glance inside. “There are a few loose ends that need to be taken care of here. Might complicate things.” 

You blink around the bedroom, hand wrapped around your middle and trying to run soothing circles into your skin. 

“I…I don’t…” John’s face softens, closing his eyes.

“Breathe, Sweetheart,” he whispers, “I’m comin’ home to you. We’ll get whatever this is sorted, yeah? I need you to be brave for me until then.”

Listening, you let the words calm you down, sniffling one last time like a kid who had fallen off the monkey bars before you let out a chuckle. John instantly follows his own advice when that sound wafts over the line. His shoulders fall back once more, silent sigh exiting.

“You said that exact same thing to me when I ended up burning that loaf of bread I was making—two years ago, was it? ‘Breathe, Sweetheart.’” Blue glimmers with love, cheeky tone growing. 

“Hm, nearly set the kitchen on fire, didn’t you? So much smoke I swore someone had set off a charge in the oven.” John doesn’t push you to answer him, though he’s more questions than anything else at this point. You’d said you would tell him when he’s home and he believes you. “Please, Love, at least promise me you didn’t burn the bloody house down, yeah?” 

A laugh strikes his chest, and he’s chuckling slowly in retaliation. 

“I promise, John.”

“Good.” You’re smiling for the first in what seems like ages, tears drying as the flood down your chin stops. You lick away the water stuck in the corner of your mouth when John grunts lowly, “I’ll tell the boys and inform Laswell. But I can’t say it’ll be less than two weeks.”

Nodding to yourself, you say, quietly, “Okay.” Your eyes fall to the framed picture on the nightstand—the image of John and you smiling brightly on your third anniversary. You’d gone hiking, both sweaty and dirt marks on your cheeks, but happy…always happy. Your veins pump blood faster. “I love you, John.” 

The final comment is tender; the words are more silk and soft furs than vibrating vocal cords. 

He blinks away the blush that lights his pale cheeks. John huffs, an infectious smile flickering over his face as his chest wells with affection. Acting like a bird preening itself, he smirks and says, “Well, you’re lucky then…I love you too, Sweetheart.” An exhalation echoes over the call as his tone drops, “Keep safe for me, eh? I’ll call to update tomorrow.” 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

When the phone is set down on the bed, tossed down carefully, you try to think over this situation more rationally. You wouldn’t say you were against this—building a family with John. In fact, if not him, then you don’t believe it would be anyone else. 

The Brit was the only man for you. You both knew the risks of having unprotected sex and in reality, you think neither one of you cared about the consequences. 

Nodding to yourself, you wonder how to explain this to him when he comes home as you get to fixing the sheets, one hand always drifting back to your stomach with a growing appreciation.

—

John jogged to his car in the underground parking garage, unlocking it with his fob as his bags are slung over his shoulders. He wastes no time chucking his belongings into the back seat, swiftly sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut as the engine starts. His dog tags bounce on his chest, but he’s half convinced they move from the rate that his heart is going alone.

All through traffic his fingers are tapping against the wheel, grunting stiffly at red lights and shifting his hips. 

It had been three and a half weeks of fixing loose ends. 

“Fuckin’ hell, c’mon,” John huffs, one elbow on the car frame as his hand flattens over his lower jaw. The light slowly snaps back to green after a long minute. 

Pressing on the gas, the vehicle moves forward and continues until the familiar home comes into view on that quiet street nearly twenty minutes later. 

John barely parks the car before he hops out, leaving his bags in the back, and rushes to the door. Taking the key from under the doormat, his mind is focused on only you. He had been unable to stop his worry about you and your unnamed fear, watching the phone with every free instance he could. It had only grown as the days got longer, and no matter how much you assured him that you would be okay until he got back, deep-seated apprehension grew. He didn’t like living under a shroud, especially when it came to your health.

The key in his hand was inserted with a firm wrist and twisted, shoving open the door with a heavy shoulder like there was a cloud over his head.

“Love?!” He calls, not bothering to shuck off his boots before looking around the visible living room and foyer. “Where are you?” 

Long legs move swiftly as an utterance calls from the kitchen, barely taking the time to close the door behind him in his anxiety, “John?” 

The Brit immediately backtracks, skidding to a stop and turning with blinking eyes. His ears twitch at the sounds of dishes being dropped back into water, as his heart steadily slows at the sound of your beautiful voice calling his name. 

He rushes around the doorframe, feet stomping and hand catching the wall as you come into view, staring wide-eyed. 

Your digits are around the fabric of a dish towel, fingers dripping as John finally presents himself to you. You hadn’t heard him until he had called out, too preoccupied with your own thoughts to hear the lock click. 

But now it was like every worry you had was wiped clean at the sight of that gruff face; the hitch in his large chest. A smile slashes your lips after a moment of shocked silence.

“John!” You laugh, rushing forward, and the man lets his face soften—bringing you close to him as you draw near and trapping you in his arms. 

His breath spread out over the top of your head in a great sigh, grumbled chuckles accented by the way John’s great hands wrap around your shoulders. Fingers press you into a solid chest, digging through hair to let your ear twitch at the sound of his heartbeat. 

John doesn't speak until he has held you in his arms for at least three minutes, just pressing his face into your scalp and feeling your warmth against him. You don’t pull away either, breathing in his musk as it instinctually leads to your muscles loosening. 

Minutes later, the Brit pulls back slowly, gripping you by the shoulders and looking down into your eyes. His gaze filters over yours, taking you in before his lips meet yours in a brief yet deep kiss. You melt into it, hands going to grip his cheeks and spread throughout his beard hair, soft strands leaving you shivering when John’s thumbs rub circles into your flesh. 

He pulls back and you fight the tears in your eyes as he connects his forehead with yours. His optics shine with love, bleeding out like trapped stars; silver flecks of devotion and a blue the color of sea storms.

“What’s going on, Love?” John whispers, concern alight and raving as his grip goes to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “I’m here. Tell me.” 

You blink slowly, lips going thin with tight brows. Swallowing through a tight throat, you nod. 

“Can you go sit in the living room, please?” Speaking carefully, you tilt your head and watch John get confused—his nose scrunching and moving his lips together. You run your thumbs over his cheeks and smile slightly, obviously nervous again. “Trust me.”

Though it wasn’t a question, John replies under his breath, “Always.” 

But still, he holds you, studying your expression and the whites of your eyes with stiff lungs. You were making him fear that something horrible was coming—something he couldn’t control. His heart begins to hurt, but he backs away from you, brows tight as he exits the kitchen and disappears into the living room. 

Taking down a swift breath when he’s out of sight, you fiddle with your fingers above your abdomen, looking down at your still-flat stomach. You knew it was stupid to worry, but how could you not? It wasn’t every day you just told your Lover you were pregnant with his child…

“John loves me,” you mutter to yourself, nodding and getting ready to go through with the plan you’d formed over the three weeks you’d been alone. “And he’ll love the both of us. I know he will.” 

Hand flattening over your stomach, you open a drawer with the other, pulling out a small cardboard box no bigger than a book. Fingers shaking, you lick your lips and feel the slight pull of a nervous, yet giddy, smile. Turning, you exit the kitchen and see John sitting with his nose resting above the clench of his fists, foot tapping. His head immediately snaps over when you come into view, hands falling to hang off his legs as the couch under him dips from his weight. 

You steel yourself and raise the box. 

“Here.” Placing it on the coffee table, you sit across from John in an armchair. 

He blinks slowly, eyes going small with curiosity. The man sends you glances through his lashes as he stares down at the object but he says nothing. Rubbing his beard with one hand, he reaches and grabs it carefully. 

Testing the weight, John is genuinely confused, clenching his jaw and feeling the material in his palm. 

“...What’s this, then?” He asks lowly, glancing at you with a raised brow and lines on his forehead. 

You put your intertwined hands in your lap, prompting with a tilt of your shoulders. 

“Open it.” Off put by your cryptic answers, John nods firmly, grasping the top of the box and pulling lightly, careful not to disturb the contents. It was strange to think, but he was honestly quite perturbed. 

What exactly was inside this box, and why had he been called home for it? He loved being here, no doubt, but the circumstances….

Blue eyes glimmer. You didn’t look overly afraid as you shifted in your seat, just plain timid—like the inside object would change something fundamental about his and yours relationship. 

John pops the top off and looks as you start talking before your throat threatens to shut you up. “I…I know it’s not a life-threatening thing to call you home for,” the man stills as if he was made of stone; a statue as non-breathing and pulse-less as anything, “But I didn’t want to tell you over the phone because that seemed so—!” 

Your voice is drowned out as John’s shaking fingers delve into the box, ears ringing. His fingers flinch off of three positive pregnancy tests and the soft fabric of the plain army green baby onesie that surrounds them; skimming slowly. 

“I found out the day you called and I said I had come down with something.” Your laugh is strained when it exits you, and you stare at the Brit hard, seeing his features utterly halt all expression. Thumbs digging into your skin, your tone drops, speaking slowly, “...John? A-are you okay? Say something to me, Love.” 

It’s only in that long minute of nothingness that you really start to get an all-consuming tenseness to your bones like a rabbit. 

Why isn’t he saying anything? 

John clears his stiff throat, blinking rapidly as he brings out one of the tests, dropping the box lightly to the coffee table with a dull thump. The twin red lines are ingrained into the softness of his retinas as the sun would be if you were to stare directly at it. 

Pregnant. 

His heart swells to an almost painful degree, blue eyes moving to look at you across the table and then dipping to your stomach. The Brit stands up slowly. 

Your lungs are tight, lids moving quickly with wetness growing in your tear ducts. 

“Please, John, what are you thinking—?” Large hands capture your arms, bringing you up as lips meet yours in a passionate and heart-stopping kiss. 

John’s limbs wrap around your hips, bringing you up into the air as gently as a bird, face parting from yours with a series of loud and genuine laughs. You snap your arms around his neck, shocked but not at all complaining as he holds you up with ease, twirling you around in a firm but ever-gentle hold. 

“You’re pregnant?” His whispers meet you, airy and deep with awe. It was like he was in his teens again, running around Herefordshire with his mates—his eyes shone with happiness; pure unabashed love. “Oh, truly, Sweetheart?”

Tears dribble down your cheeks at the sight of him glowing, beard peeled back in a large smile with wet eyes. Hiccuped giggles leave your lips as you nuzzle your face into his neck, the sight of him like this overwhelming. All stress leaves you in a millisecond when your feet hit the ground again. 

“Yes, John,” you sob, overjoyed, pulling back so you both can stare into each other's teary eyes as the Brits’ fingers go to shakily wipe the waterworks from your under eyes. His orbs flicker quickly, looking you over in an entirely different light. “You’re going to be a father.” 

He fights through a scratchy voice, “Me?” The tone is amused, but he can’t articulate how exalted he feels to hear that. A father…him? It was more than he could have ever asked for, and, even better—John whispers out, “You’re going to be a mum.” 

You kiss him, multiple quick pecks that he returns through shared joyous chuckles.

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone,” the confession meets the air as one of John’s hands travels to cup your flat abdomen, fingers flinching over the fabric of your shirt to sneak under. You laugh and shiver at his calluses, as his blue eyes are so soft they could be compared to butter. “And I couldn’t wait two months.”

“Christ, Love,” John lays a kiss on your forehead, needing to be as close to you as possible. You can feel his heart through his chest, and you know yours isn’t any better. This was far more than you could have hoped for. He mutters against your skin, “I’m so glad you didn’t. This is bloody amazing news—I want to be here for all of it.” 

Sea storms lock onto your face with a grunt, “You’re so lovely. Perfect, yeah?”

His warm hand still rests under your shirt, and you doubt it’s going to leave anytime soon.

You feel your cheeks heat and you smile bashfully, heart about to explode.

“You are.” John reiterates. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, Sweetheart. I’m so happy.” 

The air is ripe with tenderness, a soft state of being that just keeps getting better. John had silent tears dripping down his face, blinking to clear them and not letting you leave his hold for a second. 

“Oh, John,” you whisper, digging your fingers into the back of his shirt, looking up. “Me too, Love.” 

While the glee is nearly physical enough to grab, there is a moment of hesitancy in the Brit. He was gone more times than not for work; put into situations that could leave him going through bodily harm. You didn’t deserve that stress—didn’t deserve to sit at home with a swelling stomach just watching the door and wondering if you’d have to become a single mother. You had a child in your womb. His child. Both of yours’ child. 

A family that you both had made.

John swallows and says to you seriously, without an ounce of hesitation in his blood, “I’m telling Laswell to pull me out,” you blink up and listen, letting him continue as his press on your flesh gets even more prominent, nodding to you, “I’m not missing this—not putting you through that worry. Two years, then I’ll head back in. We have enough saved, I give you my word you’ll want for nothing.” 

Blue eyes flicker down, and a small mumble so tiny it nearly disappears hits your ears. You almost start sobbing again. “This is more important. You both are more important.” 

There were few moments in your life that you think you’ll remember when you are old, weathered and wrinkled, but this you tell yourself is one that you will carry to your grave. John and yours’ grave. 

What remains behind, you ask? Simple.

White bones entangled with an eternity of deathless worship, and the generations that will come to lay flowers on the headstone.

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A Moment of Hesitation - Leon Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining??

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: leon has always kept you at arms length in order to protect you, but after leading the two of you into a trap, the cracks start to show and feelings come to light

CW: kidnapping, violence, gun violence, knife violence, bindings (reader and Leon are tied up with ropes), interrogation + interrogation techniques (including torture), reader shoots someone (self defense), drugging, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, love confessions, leon and reader are coworkers, somewhere between RE2 and RE4 leon

you guys were warned ahead of time lol. this started after i watched criminal minds and my hand slipped and suddenly i had 3k words and had to finish it. kind of my first shot at writing anything like this (slightly inspired by my mammon fic tho) so sorry if there's pacing issues. enjoy <3

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Leon knows he messed up when he wakes to a bucket of water on his face and ropes holding his hands behind his back. Three men haul him to his feet, holding him up even when his knees buckle. How did he even get here..? Wasn’t he on a mission with you—he freezes in his tracks.

Where were you? He squints his eyes, desperately looking for you in the dark room. He feels relief for only a second when he sees your crumpled form on the ground, bound in the same way he is before his blood runs cold. You shouldn’t be here.

It was supposed to be a simple mission: investigate a supposedly abandoned Umbrella Facility for more information on their newest BOW. Of course, nothing can ever go right for Leon S Kennedy, and somewhere along the way, noxious gas was released throughout the lab you were in. He had tried to push you out of the room, not caring what happens to himself as long as you’re safe, but seeing you here means you must not have gotten away.

He clenches his jaw in frustration. Ever since he realized he had feelings for you, he just wanted to protect you. Sometimes that meant taking on the harder missions alone, and when he couldn’t, he was watching you like a hawk. This was supposed to be easy, though, and he let his guard down. A major fuck up on his end.

Another man, another Umbrella lackey, emerges behind you, yanking you up by your bindings. Leon growls, instinctively moving towards you before being tugged by the men holding him. A woman in a lab coat splashes water in your face and you begin to stir.

You wake up wet, frigid water dripping down your face and running over your eyelids. You try to open your eyes only for the water to pour into them. It stings, and you reach out to wipe your eyes dry only to realize your hands are being held behind you. 

“What the—“

“Nice of you to join us,” a woman’s voice echoes off the damp walls of the room you’re being held in. 

Your eyes adjust to the water and the darkness and you manage to make out a few things. One, is that you’re in a small room, most likely underground from the dank smell. Secondly is that you’re restrained and the gun that was once tucked into your hip holster is gone. Thirdly is Leon, who’s watching you with concern, three men holding him back from running to you. 

Right, you remember. There was gas in the room, and everything had gotten all foggy and dizzy. Leon had tried to push you out, you realize, and you had gotten out until you tried to drag him out of the room and passed out along with him. 

Leon glances at you and you cringe under his gaze. His sacrifice was for nothing given that you’re standing here with him. He should have known that you never would have left without him. 

“Mr Kennedy,” the woman crows, dark lips curling upwards. “Care to enlighten us on what you and your friend were doing in my lab?”

Leon frowns, “that’s none of your business.”

“That’s unfortunate,” she sighs, and signals to the man holding you, “I guess we’ll have to use other means to find out.”

The man drops you, letting you fall face first on the ground. You manage to land on your chest just before you hit and save yourself a broken nose. 

Leon strains against his captors, screaming for you, “don’t you fucking dare—“

“Don’t I dare what, Mr Kennedy?”

He growls, jaw set hard as he narrows his eyes on the woman. But she’s right. He can’t do anything to help you in his current position, and he has absolutely no fucking clue how to get you out of this. So, he shuts up. 

“That’s what I thought,” she smirks at his silence. “Now will you tell us?”

You guys share a look and you can see the conflict in his eyes. You know he can’t tell them, even if it means sacrificing you. But you can’t help but think that if you were in his position, you’d tell them anything they wanted to know. You’d burn the whole fucking world down for him. 

She takes his prolonged silence as a ‘no’ and gestures at the man behind you. A boot meets the back of your head and you’re sent sprawling face first on the ground. The sole of his shoe plants itself on your cheek and grinds against it so hard you swear you hear cracking. 

“Get your—“ Leon manages to land an elbow to the face of one of his captors. “Get your fucking hands off of her!”

You spit dirt on the ground and glare at the man above you. He grins back and the sight makes your stomach churn. 

Leon is seething, his heart pounding worse than it ever has. “If you hurt her,” he says in a low voice, “there won’t be a place on heaven or earth you could hide from me.”

You’ve never found Leon so scary. Threatening, sure. But even when he’s interrogating people and shooting zombies, you’ve never felt the chill that you do now. The man holding you down must feel it, too, because he suddenly retracts his boot from your face. 

Still, in different circumstances, in different contexts, his words would make you shiver. You try to shake the thoughts away. It’s because you’re his partner, y/n. Nothing else. Leon doesn’t see you that way. 

The scientist woman, clearly dissatisfied with Leon’s silence, recalls her lackeys and slams the metal door behind her. As soon as Leon hears footsteps rescinding, he’s dropping to his knees next to you. 

“Y/n,” he whispers, “y/n, get up.”

You whine, trying to sit up without your hands. Leon can hardly watch as you manage to prop yourself up on your chest and eventually fall back on your knees. 

“Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”

You shake your head, keeping your voice quiet,“I don’t…I don’t think so. Nothing aside from what you saw, at least.”

He seems to relax at that, shoulders sinking down from his ears. He wants more than anything to reach out and wipe the dirt off of your face, to check every inch of your skin and make sure you’re okay. 

“I-I think I know a way to get us out of this, okay?” He shuffles closer to you until his knees are against yours, “but you have to trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Leon.”

His chest warms at your words but it’s short lived. “They took my gun but I still have my knife in my pocket,” he breathes, “I just need you to grab it and we can cut the ropes. Can you do that?”

“I-I think so,” you nod, turning around so that your hands face his front. 

You lean back, fingertips reaching out for his pocket. Leon leans into your touch, pressing his pants against your hand. He gasps when your fingers brush across his crotch and you freeze in your tracks. 

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he grunts, “just—a little more to the left.”

You somehow manage to get the knife from his pocket and flick it open. Leon moves his head down until he can clench his teeth around the hilt, ducking down until the blade is level with your bindings. 

“Stay perfectly still,” he mumbles around the knife. 

You try but it’s cold and you’re sore and he’s so damn close to you. Still, you manage, and soon enough you start to feel the bindings release until you can pull your hands free. 

You hold them out in front of you and rub at your raw wrists, the red skin aching from where the ropes dug in. You turn to face Leon, taking the knife from his mouth and wiping his spit on your pants. 

“Turn around,” you whisper. 

He obeys your command, turning so that his back is facing you and his ropes are level with your hands. Your hands shake with every movement but you manage to saw through the rope and release him.

He gasps in relief, letting the tattered nylon fall to the ground. “Alright,” he stands up on shaky legs, “now to get out of here.”

You try to follow suit, pressing your hands against the floor to try and force yourself onto your shaking legs. You manage to get one leg up but as you stand, you pitch forwards. 

Leon anticipates your fall before it even happens and catches you. “You alright?”

“The gas must not be out of my system,” you shake your head, “I can walk. I’ll be fine.”

You prop yourself up on his shoulder and push off, stumbling a bit before getting your footing. Leon watches you carefully, making sure you’re able to stand before approaching the sealed door. 

He tugs on it and though the metal whines, it doesn’t budge. He pushes it and the metal gives way, opening to a dark corridor. You think of making a joke about him pulling a push door, but bite your tongue. Now is not the time. 

Leon surprises you by grabbing your hand and leading you up the hallway. “Do you have my knife?” He asks. “We don’t know what could be lurking around these halls.”

“Yeah—do you want it?”

“No,” he shakes his head, blond hair flopping in his face, “you hang on to it.” I’d rather you be protected. 

You reach the end of the hall and Leon pulls you to the left where more light seems to be coming from a staircase. There’s noises up ahead—just a shuffling of footsteps—but it has Leon instinctively tugging you closer to him. 

You’re so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his back and his heart beating in his chest. “Leon,” you say, pointing towards a shadow being cast from the top of the stairs. 

He nods once, taking the stairs one step at a time, anticipating some sort of horrific BOW. Instead, it’s one of the men from earlier. Not just any man—the one who had stepped on you. 

Leon can hardly contain his anger as he drops your hand and sneaks up behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck. He holds his head with one hand and uses his forearm to cut off his oxygen, and even after the man goes limp, Leon holds on. 

You watch with wide eyes, not sure if you should intervene or not. He's hostile, after all, and he did step on your face. You don’t have to jump into action, though, because Leon sees the look on your face and gently lowers the unconscious man to the floor. 

“Asshole,” he spits, and reaches for your hand again, “come on, we must be close to an exit.”

You place your hand in his and run your thumb gently across the back of it. A simple, silent gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by Leon; a gesture that calms the fire inside him. 

“I—do you think it’s only the guys from earlier?” You ask. 

“I’d like to think so, but we should still be on guard…” I don’t want to lead you into another trap. 

Leon swallows hard. You’re so close to him, he can feel you breathing. All he wants is to make sure you’re okay, really okay, and to hold you until you calm down. But he can’t do that, not until he gets you out of here at least. And even then, would you let him? He’s kept you at arms length for so long, would you even be willing to come closer?

It sure feels like it when you’re practically leaning against him the entire way through the halls. 

“Leon,” you whisper, and when he doesn’t answer, you tug on his arm. “Leon!”

He jerks backwards, almost knocking you into a wall in the process. “What?”

You jab your finger towards two more shadows up ahead. It must be the remaining men from earlier. His eyes go wide, his lips forming an ‘o’ shape when they follow your gaze. 

“You get the one on the right, I’ll get the one on the left. Okay? On three, two, one—“

You lunge forwards, brandishing the hilt of the knife. You smack the base of the hilt directly against the man’s head as hard as you can, and he crumples to the floor. Leon raises an eyebrow at your tactics from where he’s choking out the other guard, and you swear you see him smile. 

You dig around in the man’s pockets, only to find your gun. You nudge his face with your foot, “fucker,” and click the safety off. 

Leon lays the man on the ground, turning back to speak to you just as the final man leaps out from behind a corner. He’s holding Leon’s pistol, but before he can even shoot, there’s a hole in his head and your handgun is smoking. 

Leon looks at you, then at the man, then back at you. “Y/n,” he breathes, bewildered. 

“Don’t let your guard down, remember?” You try to quip, but your voice and hands are shaking. 

Not because you just shot a man, no. You’ve had to subdue more than a few hostiles in your line of work. No—you’re shaking because had you been a second slower, or your aim a bit worse, Leon would be dead right now. 

You swallow your feelings down. You can deal with them when you get out. For now, escape is all you need to focus on. 

Leon picks up his pistol from the man and waits for you to cross the room to him. He can’t hold your hand now, not with his gun, but you’re still close enough that he can feel you. 

He tries to ignore the way his face heats up at the contact. 

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It takes several more hallways before you’re back in the room you got gassed in, and then twenty minutes from there, but you finally get out. 

It’s dark out, the sun having dipped down below the horizon hours ago, and the breeze bites despite being in a desert. You shiver, rubbing your bare arms. 

The moonlight illuminates Leon’s face, letting you see the bruise that covers his cheek bone and the dirt all over his skin. Still, he’s as beautiful as ever. 

He raises a hand to your face. There’s a small gash from where you hit the ground earlier, a streak of blood down your face. “This looks bad,” he moves his hand down to your jaw, looking at you seriously. “We’ll have to clean it once we get back to the motel.”

“O-okay,” butterflies erupt in your stomach under his touch. 

The walk to the car isn’t long, but the silence makes it seem much worse. Warmth lingers on your face from where Leon had touched you, and you find yourself rubbing at it. He’s being so gentle now—but why?

It’s not like he wasn’t before, but it was never like this. So what could explain the change in behavior? Was it guilt? Gratitude? Did he resent himself for the fact he couldn’t bring himself to leak secret government information to save your life, or did he want to thank you for saving him? Both? Neither?

The enigma makes your head spin, and the only thing you’re sure of is the warmth in your face and the butterflies in your stomach. 

Even the drive back to the motel is strangely silent, Leon occasionally glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. Examining your wound, you assume. It’s a lot more than that for Leon, though. He needs to make sure you’re okay. That you’re alive and safe and out of harm's way. Harm that he put you in.

It’s a miracle for him that he could even drive back to the motel with the way his thoughts raced. Still, he gets you there safe and sound, and suddenly the two of you are stepping out of the car on shaky legs.

“Are you—do you need help?” He asks.

You don’t want to admit it, and on a good day you wouldn’t. But this wasn’t a good day, and you do need help. You think about it for a second, and nod. 

The position you fall into with Leon is only natural for the two of you. Something you’ve done on countless missions when one or the other or both of you got injured. An arm around your waist, an arm around his, leaning your body weights on each other. Stumbling desperately for your hotel room in the dark. If anyone saw you now, they’d probably just assume you’re a couple on vacation that had a few too many.

If only they knew how complicated it really was.

Leon has to release his arm from you to dig through the pocket of his pants for the keycard, but he lets you rest your full body weight on him in the meantime. You relax on him, the warmth and scent and curves of his body the only familiar thing in the world.

The lock turns green and clicks, letting Leon push the door open and help you into the room. You’re almost relieved to see the double beds and feel the brisk air conditioning. The only thing that would make it better is if it were your own bed.

Leon clearly shares your sentiment, kicking off his boots and leaping onto the mattress, “what a sight for sore eyes.”

You sit on the edge of your bed, slowly taking off your combat boots one at a time and spending way too much time fiddling with the shoelaces. “Tell me about it.”

You almost laugh at the words that just left your mouth. It’s just a figure of speech, but there really is something you want him to tell you about. You want to ask him about his sudden closeness and the mission and the brush with death and above all, his hesitation earlier. 

A part of you knows why. He doesn’t want you to die, you’re his partner, but you know and you’ve always known, the job comes first. You might be willing to sacrifice everything for him, but he can’t do the same. 

“We need to clean your face,” Leon sits up suddenly, the rustling of his clothes catching your attention. “It’ll get infected otherwise.”

You don’t feel like doing anything right now except for laying down and staring at the ceiling, but you know he’s right. You begrudgingly follow him to the bathroom. He’s already unpacking his first aid kit, digging out antiseptic spray, cotton pads and a bandaid. 

Like every other time you’ve done this, you settle on the counter in front of him. It’s such a familiar feeling that it’s almost bitter. He wets a cloth with warm water and starts to wipe off the dirt and blood on your face. You flinch under his touch, the wound stinging with the water.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” His voice is soft, calm. Nothing like it was earlier when you were being stepped on. The contrast makes you shiver.

You feel like you’ve been here a million times but at the same time, everything feels different. “It’s been a long day,” you say quietly, “for both of us.”

He wets a cotton pad with antiseptic and starts to dab it across the cut. “We’ve had longer days.”

You don’t say anything to that, clenching your teeth together to keep from hissing in pain. You never do get used to the burn of cleaning wounds.

“Seriously, what is it?” He looks at you seriously.

“I feel like I’m going insane, Leon.”

He gently presses the bandaid to your wound, dropping his hands from your forehead to your forearms. “Why?”

“I—” your skin practically burns where he’s touching you. “It’s everything. It–it’s me and it’s you and the mission and my feelings and—God, we’re partners Leon, we’re partners and I’m going to fuck it all up.”

The way you say partners lingers in the air. You choke on the word like it’s painful, like it’s a curse, some sort of vile thing that haunts you. And in a way, it is. Your partnership with Leon has long been a curse complicated by your own feelings. 

His brow furrows, “what are you…?”

“I would sacrifice everything for you. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way and it’s stupid and it’s selfish but…” You can feel tears pricking your lashes. 

“But what?” 

“Why won’t you do the same? You hesitated—earlier, you hesitated. You weren’t going to talk.” You burst into tears at the end of your sentence, the horrors from the day coming back to haunt you.

Your feelings are so overwhelming that they drown you. Your sadness and heartbreak and fear, and your anger and resentment. The bitter feeling whenever you’re reminded that Leon is your partner, nothing more. 

Leon squeezes your arms gently, trying to get your attention. “Y/n,” he sighs, “look at me. Please.”

When you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, he slowly moves a hand to your face and wipes your tears away. His hand catches your jaw, tilting your chin up until your eyes are level with his. The way the tears catch on your lashes make the world look like a stained glass window, Leon the most beautiful mosaic you’ve ever seen. 

“You need to understand,” his voice is soft, “I didn’t hesitate because I don’t care about you. I hesitated because I do. I keep my distance because I care about you so much, it scares me. Y/n, I would let the whole fucking world burn if it meant keeping you warm.”

His words stun you. They leave you warm and dizzy and lightheaded, your heart pounding against your ribcage, your skin burning under his touch. It’s all so confusing, so overwhelming. This whole time, did he really feel the same way?

“I meant what I said, doll. If someone hurt you, there wouldn’t be a place in the universe where they’d be safe from me.”

You’re staring at him and he’s staring back. His eyes have always been his most expressive feature, and right now they’re telling you exactly what you want. The warmth they hold, the concern and the affection, it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Leon…”

He leans in, ghosting his lips on yours. Heat spreads through your body. “We’re partners,” he whispers against you, and somehow that word sounds less venomous than it ever has.

“Partners,” you repeat, your lips catching on his as the words leave your mouth.

He presses his lips on yours harder, moving his hand from your face to the back of your head, holding you against him. He’s needy and desperate for your touch, as if he’s trying to keep you with him forever. And he is.

“Partner,” he mumbles, moving his lips down to your collarbone. “My partner. My brilliant, brilliant partner.”

You shiver at his touch and his words, the moment so raw and intimate it makes you wonder how long he’s wanted to do this. 

“My brilliant partner,” he pulls away, staring directly into your eyes, “so brilliant she couldn’t even see I was in love with her.”

“I—” you start to say but the words fail you.

Leon strokes your hair, planting a kiss to the bandaid on your forehead. “I know,” he says. “I know.”

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, helping you off of the counter and leading you to bed. Both of you are still in your uniforms—a mess of vests and cargo pants and holsters. It’s a slow process to discard the most uncomfortable parts, but it’s worth it when you’re left in just a plain white t-shirt and underwear. There’s angry red marks on your skin from where the straps were. 

You shyly look over at Leon who is dressed the same way you are. His shirt and skin are still dirty, and you’re sure you are too, but you don’t care. It doesn’t matter now.

All that matters is you and Leon, and the way he lays on the bed and waits for you to lay next to him. The way he draws you in, your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. The way he means everything to you, and you mean even more to him. 

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[qingxin-dream]

Vices & Venom

a/n | my submission for @kaeyatic’s monsterfucker may event! thank you for letting me participate! this was a bit new for me still and i rewrote it a million times but hopefully it’s fine lol (art credits: @/ggelus_ on twitter)

warnings | dubcon/dark content, gender neutral pronouns + female-bodied reader, implied yandere, soulmates, profanity, pining, jealousy, marking, descriptions of blood, drugging (venom makes you horny), possessive, teasing/overstim, fingering, begging, cervix kissing, orgasm denial, bruising, size kink, breeding kink, creampie

genre | smut with plot, monsterfucking (18+ only! minors dni!)

word count | 2.9k

pairing | vampire!xiao x reader

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Hands pinned above your dazed head, your thick eyelashes fluttered open, trailing up the beautifully toned abdomen of a peculiar man who made your legs twitch and squeeze together in impatience. His breath was strained, as if he was trying to steady himself from giving into impulsivity—or rather coming down from an intense high. The ragged rise and fall of his chest brought your attention to his face, piercing gold irises staring right at you as the slits of his pupils dilated wider.

“Xiao?” you mumbled half-delirious, noting how he wiped away an indiscernible dark substance dribbling down from the corner of his lips. Oddly, the motion of the back of his hand brushing against his lips released a million butterflies in your tummy, causing you to squirm with excitement beneath him. A deluge of warmth quickly flooded your entire body from within, heightening the sensitivity of your skin and ushering forth a pool of desire between your thighs. “What… what did you do to me?”

He couldn’t help but exhale a cynical huff at your cluelessness, which revealed the glimmer of two white fangs. Running his fingers through his unkempt hair streaked with jade, Xiao leaned into your neck hesitantly to lap up the leftovers from his sinful indulgence. The lukewarm feeling of his tongue on your sweet spot elicited a near-involuntary moan from your throat and shivers trickled down your spine simultaneously. You slapped your hand over your mouth, a hot blush spreading like wildfire on your cheeks.

A fog was descending rapidly over your mind, clouding it with nothing but salacious daydreams of Xiao connecting his lips to yours fervently. He could see how the venom blurred the lines between fantasy and reality when you subconsciously rolled your hips in anticipation.

It wasn’t his intention to sink his teeth into you just yet, but Archons you had to be the physical fucking embodiment of temptation. For months, Xiao exercised an ungodly amount of restraint around you. The way you always left your neck vulnerable drove him mad, especially when the wind carried your delicious scent throughout Wangshu Inn. Whenever he couldn’t escape your inviting fragrance, Xiao would disappear beyond Dihua Marsh for days on end without a word, throat aching and heart pounding from your alluring presence.

Verr Goldet would simply shrug when you inquired about Xiao daily, citing his general aloofness and responsibilities as an adeptus of Liyue. While that may be true, in reality he isolated himself as a form of punishment for coming so close to hurting you. If Xiao allowed himself to taste you, would he truly have the self-control to stop before it’s too late?

He surmised the answer is now yes, though just barely.

Xiao never could quite place it, but he liked you. A lot. More than your little human mind could comprehend. Enough to finally succumb to his vices, flooding your senses with the intoxicating venom coursing through his glistening fangs. It wouldn’t kill you, no, rather it heavily drugged you full of insatiable lust—leaving you hopelessly enamored by your captor.

And who better to satisfy you than he who loved you so dearly? The adeptus who had watched over you like a hawk, driving away evil spirits and, of course, potential suitors who threatened his darling. As a mortal, you had no inkling of the red thread of fate tethering you to Xiao. But for him, he knew it the moment he laid eyes on you and it was so fucking impossible to ever look back. Mortals might call such a phenomenon “love at first sight” or “soulmates.”

Xiao had wanted to court you properly—to hide the instinctual desire to both consume you and fuck your brains out—for the sake of your happiness. He’d try his best to follow human customs, but only for you.

That is, until he had detected others encroaching upon his territory recently and trying to take you away from him. Xiao then realized he had no choice but to mark you as his. To leave his imprint before anyone else could get their filthy hands on you.

Celestia forbid, if those vile men were to claim you, there was no telling what Xiao would do. The notion itself made his body tense up, the anger and wrath of a thousand years rising from the depths of his soul. Jealousy would devour his wretched heart and light it aflame, leaving the adeptus to suffer once more in perpetual agony and solitude.

There is no power that could possibly reverse that fate. He had to take matters into his own hands if he ever wanted to see your beautiful face again. If he wanted you for forever.

So Xiao had tried to explain how you were in great danger without revealing his true identity, conjuring up every excuse under the sun to stay by your side to protect you. One thing led to another and suddenly he was confessing his feelings, then you were kissing him, and the rest faded to black after he spontaneously nipped your neck—a nearly fatal mistake.

Now, you belonged to Xiao, and Xiao alone under his spell.

Honestly, you were so fucking cute in your little undergarments, laying so seductively in his grasp. Part of him felt the urge to tear them right off and ravage you until every last secret whim and lecherous wish his dark karma tortured him with were fulfilled. Even now, with you so willing to please him and so needy, Xiao held himself back. You deserved better than that, but the gravity of his karma was intensifying by the second.

“(Y/N), I apologize,” Xiao murmured, caressing your cheek tenderly with the back of his gloved hand. “You probably won’t remember much, but you need to know that I… love you and I’ll protect you… I didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. I-I thought I could control myself.”

You leaned into his touch and smiled, completely unfazed by his apology. “It’s okay, Xiao, I love you too.”

Those three little words stabbed his heart. You had accepted his confession before he gave into his weakness. Everything could have unfolded and blossomed in due time. But Xiao was thirsty, parched in fact, for you and your blood. He knew you felt it too.

He cursed himself for getting so caught up in mortal frivolities such as love, which should be meaningless to an immortal vampire, yet the mere mention of your name called to him like a ghost. A faint whisper to fill the void when you’re away.

Damn it. He was so hopelessly in love with you.

A whine sounded from you followed by a pout as you writhed underneath him, eager to make more skin-to-skin contact. Your voice pleaded quietly, “Please, I can’t wait any longer, Xiao. I don’t know what it is, but I need you. So bad.”

Biting his lip, Xiao looked you over again with lidded eyes, slowly dragging the tip of his finger down your neck, around the contour of your plump breasts, across your stomach, and to the hem of your thin panties—leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He laid his palm against the fabric of your underwear, earning another whine from you. “I see… I won’t deny you any further then, on one condition.”

“Anything,” you promised, eyes hazy with longing and anticipation. It was as if you were both standing at the edge of a cliff and ready to dive head first together, not knowing where the abyss begins and not caring where it ends. You were more than ready to have him fuck you senseless with his venom amplifying your undeniable lust for him.

“Promise me you’ll never leave,” Xiao whispers mere inches from your lips, the pools of gold in his eyes admiring the desire desperately painted on your face. His voice softened inaudibly, “And that you’ll forgive me.”

“I promise, I’m yours. Please, just kiss me.” you nod obediently, cupping the adeptus’s cheeks to close the gap between the two of you and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Xiao hesitated at first before moving his lips against yours with growing fervor, holding your face delicately with one hand and the other carefully tracing faint lines along the folds of your clothed pussy.

Hushed moans escaped you as Xiao teased your sensitive clit, rubbing in gentle circular motions trying to find the perfect rhythm. Each little noise and angelic hum were music to his ears, encouraging him to dive his tongue into your wet cavern and taste every moan you had to offer. He demanded more, pushing your panties aside with his fingers to massage the bud without the restraining cloth.

You gasped when he would graze his fingers near your entrance, provoking you further and further into grinding on them for some semblance of relief from the tension steadily building inside you. Xiao began to sloppily kiss down your jaw, leaving a slightly wet imprint of saliva.

“Archons, you are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, latching onto that bruised sweet spot on your neck and kissing it harshly. You whined and yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, fingers combing and twisting through the adeptus’s wild hair. The way your back arched encouraged Xiao to keep littering your lovely skin with small love bites and kisses, taking his hand away from your folds to firmly hold you by the curve of your hips.

Eyeing your bra, annoyed, Xiao tried to unhook it swiftly but the wretched thing resisted. You giggled, leaning forward to help him get better access. Finally he had lost his patience, pushing you back down onto the bed and using a sharp claw to cut the fabric apart right in the middle. The flimsy cups fell to the side and Xiao held his breath instinctively.

Your bare breasts relaxed against your chest naturally, capturing his undivided attention. His thumb gently grazed one of your perky nipples to gauge your reaction before attaching his mouth to it, swirling his tongue. He massaged your other breast, reveling in its soft texture and how it conformed to the delicate squeeze of his fingers.

Touching you like this fed every fantasy Xiao ever dreamt—nothing but pure unadulterated bliss—he practically worshipped you. Occasionally Xiao would venture lower, messily kissing your ribs and stomach down to your panties to hear you moan louder and more ardently. He returned his hand to your undergarments, sliding the fabric aside to feel how your pussy gushed for him once more.

And Archons was he right, you were fucking soaked. Xiao couldn’t help but slip a finger inside you to feel how you’d clench around him. You gasp, moaning his name in surprise. “Xiao, Xiao, k-kiss me again.”

Smirking, he brushes a few stray strands of your hair out of your face and rests his forehead against yours. Before you can plead again, he connects his thumb to your clit, effectively erasing any coherent thoughts or words from forming. The depth of his rich ocher irises illuminated the darkness, wandering over your delectable form in silent admiration. “All these demands… are you sure you know what you’re asking of me?”

“Need more. Another finger, please,” you plead again, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He wordlessly obliged, stretching your hole with a second finger and pumping them slowly into you. “Does it feel good?”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, moaning his name with a contented sigh. “Oh my fucking god, yes. It’s so good. I love it so much.”

Quickening his pace, you lifted one of your legs toward your chest so he could go even deeper. When his name escaped your throat in a desperate moan, Xiao smashed his lips against yours intensely, even taking your lips between his teeth in a low growl.

Fuck, though you were the one high off of his venom right now, Xiao was just as intoxicated—utterly fucking smitten with every inch of you. He couldn’t take it anymore. Watching you unravel with a few fingers was the merely the warm-up.

You whined when you felt emptiness within you, hole already aching for a replacement for the warmth of his fingers. Xiao kissed your worries away, eliciting a small gasp from you when instead he pressed his stiff bulge where you wanted it most. You bit his lip, greedily wrapping your legs around his hips to trap him and feel some kind of friction to satiate how your pussy throbbed for him.

“Xiao,” you begged between kisses. “Y-you don’t need to be gentle. I j-just… Mm, need your cock in me r-right now.”

Breaking away momentarily, Xiao gave you an incredulous look. “You… you can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to not—f-forget it. I’ll fuck you to the damn stars.”

Before you could react, Xiao had sprung his large member free, slapping his abdomen. It was quite thick with veins stretching along its length and a reddened bulbous tip leaking with a bead of precum. He immediately grabbed his member, dragging the tip up and down along your wet folds to tease you.

Once he pushed the mushroomed tip into your pussy ever so slightly, you both groaned in pleasure while Xiao interlaced his fingers into yours, pinning them against the mattress. His cock was undoubtedly going to leave your hole gaping by the end of it, but you were plenty wet to envelope him nicely. “Fuck, think you can take me, (Y/N)?”

The only response you could muster amid a flurry of moans was a few flustered head nods, trying to adjust to him. Xiao continued to carefully work toward bottoming out inside your walls, cursing how tight you were squeezing his dick but it felt too damn amazing to stop.

He paused when he realized tears were pricking at your eyes, brushing them away tenderly. “Shhh, you’re doing so well for me. S-so, so fucking good taking me like this. Lil’ more to go, okay?”

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Xiao inched deeper and deeper until that big tip of his gently brushed your cervix. You could feel his cock twitch with excitement fully sheathed in your warm pussy, but Xiao first made sure to litter your face with more kisses of reassurance.

For as much as he tried to focus on your comfort, the way you began to pulse around his cock was slowly beginning to drive him crazy. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”

“M’kay,” you exhaled, giving a loving squeeze to his hand entangled in yours. Walls fluttering at the thought of him ruining your tight pussy, you whimper in pleasure, “Y-you’re so big, though, Xiao. I feel you so deep, ah—”

The first slow pull out of your pussy was pure ecstasy, you subconsciously gripped his tip as if quietly begging for him to fill you right back up to the brim. Your other hand flew to your clit as Xiao began to thrust faster, setting a nice pace while pushing your legs to your chest to leave no inch of your pussy unexplored. Gritting his fangs and digging his claws into your plush thighs, Xiao let out a throaty growl as the lewd sound of him pounding into you echoed throughout the room.

“You have no fucking idea,” Xiao panted, long bangs tickling your face with each thrust. “How long I’ve waited… for you, for this.”

“Mm, I’m here now, ‘n’ I want you, only you. P-please, faster, Xiao,” you pleaded, a hot tension beginning to build in your lower stomach. Though you were well adjusted to his enormous cock at this point, the protruding veins and round tip rubbed against your walls in all the right ways over and over to swiftly drive you to the brink of orgasm. “Archons, I-I think I might cum, Xiao!”

“Not yet, little qingxin,” he replied, unrelenting in his sloppy thrusts. You circled your clit messily, gripping onto his top tightly trying to obey Xiao’s orders. He buried his length in you fully, moving his claws from the bruised marks on your thighs to brush his thumb across your bottom lip. “I’m gonna cum so deep in you, though, I swear. Make a fucking mess of you, hm?”

“I want it so bad. Need to feel you breed me so full,” you whispered on his thumb, taking it into your mouth to suck on slowly. Xiao pressed on your tongue briefly while picking up his pace again—this time much more brutal and unforgiving at an inhuman speed.

His cock repeatedly massaged your innermost sweet spot, the heavenly feeling of your pussy fluttering on him forced Xiao to grip the headboard for support. The bed shook violently as the vampire dug his sharp claws into the wood, drinking in your passionate moans and screams like his life depended on it. Perhaps it did after waiting an eternity for you.

“Fuck! C-cumming!” Xiao’s hot seed spurted gooey ropes inside you until it leaked around the base of his member, coating your folds with his vampiric essence. You both heaved in an attempt to catch your breath, a thin layer of sweat shimmering on your chest.

He collapsed onto you, cradling you as a form of comfort and appreciation for letting him abuse your pussy to his heart’s content. You were still recovering from your high, but the effects of the venom would soon wear off. Xiao repositioned to cuddle you as the big spoon, caressing your bare shoulder smoothly as sleep overcame you almost instantaneously.

He eyed the bite on your neck that started this whole thing, realizing his karma was now strangely indiscernible in your presence.

Perhaps it was okay to be selfish just this once.

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist

#[opulent dreams].✿ #[dreams of delusion].✿ #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin xiao #xiao smut #xiao x reader

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Hi!! You can call me Supernatural, I'm aroace and agender(please use she/they), feel free to send in any asks/questions(please I beg you-), about my au, me, my opinions, etc, you can also ask me to rp and here is my Ao3 and wattpad

This is an au/fanfic master post thingy, hope I did it right lol

Before that though, the link to the previous pinned post because I don't want to forget it....Rocky

Now!! Onto the aus!! Oldest to newest if course

Mama witch au: An au where Shelby empires smp s2, adopts child Oli, False, and Tortoise. Along the way, she meets Katherine, which opens her life to act more drama to say the least

Og post and fanfic

Brothers and sisters alike: Mystreet au where Ein and Aphmau are raised together! Plus I fix some things and add ships that are non-canon or were supposed to be canon

Og post

Hazbins Fallen au: A hazbin hotel au where Emily follows the exorcists through a portal one year, she sees the carnage and what happens to vaggie and she runs, getting stranded in hell...going back to the ally way she finds Charlie and Vaggie....things go from there

Og post (fanfic to be added)

Hawk Feather Exorcists au: An au inspired by a dove emily post I made a while back, where Adam and Lillith were made from dirt and Eve from Adam's ribs, the Exorcists are made form Hawk feathers! Giving them more bird traits and well, things spiral like there

Dove Emily post, our convo, Sunsets og post, lore summary by me

Accidental overlord vaggie au: Vaggie rescues a sinner who accuses her of rescuing them for their souls. She offers to teach them self defense so this doesn't happen again. This keeps happening, most demons saying they owe her a favor, giving her their souls until the favor is asked upon. She is unaware of all of this...until Alastor drags her ass to the meeting in ep3

Og post and snippets: 1, 2, to be added

Other random aus: serith au, the polycule vision do you see it??

More aus to come!! Lemme know if I missed any! I'm not sure if I did this right tbh, cause I've seen au posts having every single post linked and stuff, but I figured it's be fine if I just linked the og post and fanfic if there is any

Also, aside note, feel free to use any of my ideas and stuff, just idk. Give me a heads uo and send me the link when you're done so I can read it! Oh, an ofc mention my tumblr XD

#empires smp s2 #esmp2 #nature wives #mama witch au #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hawk feather exorcists au #chaggie #accidental overlord vaggie au #hazbins fallen au #chaggily #chaggiem #mystreet rewrite #aphmau mystreet #brothers and sisters alike #(side note tried a fic for that and uh...yeah no- to- to many episodes) #any other future aus #lemme know if i missed any #roleplay #asks #info about me #kinda #au masterpost #figured it was time ti make smth like this #plus pin something less....depressing on my tumblr #thiugh as you can tell i linked the originsl pinned post cause its still very important to me #wasnt sure when to post it. but i made an edit and accidentlly posted it or smth? so uh. better by accident then never lol #rocky #lil pup

[sofiafushiguro]

Hello!! Could I plz request Obey Me brothers + Dateables reaction to their s/o being able to shapeshift into anything weather it's an existing or extinct animal to a mythical being and they're also immortal and go into heats/mating season?

Also MC's a bottom.

: ̗̀➛ Hi, baby! This is actually my first request on my new blog so thank you <3 although I just did Diavolo from the dateable bc I couldn't genuinely think of something for the rest lol :(

Also, for reference, I tried to use the animals from the "Raise" event.

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Obey me! brothers + Diavolo x hybrid! gn! mc (separately)

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.0k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: hybrids, monster fucking, mentions of heat season, matting press, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of breeding, praising, marking, biting, somnophilia. All characters are 18+ here.

prompts

𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 x dragon! mc:

The thing Lucifer finds the most fascinating in you is your large wings. He thinks they are imposing and show everyone who is in charge; a real sign of a magnificent persona. Lucifer also knows that young dragons feel those urges too, and of course, as your significant other, he oughts to take action. He would take good care of you, caressing every part of your body while whispering sweet nothings to your ear; he wouldn't care if you bite him with those sharp fangs of yours, if you wanna mark him, he will let you. But be careful into wanting to take control of the situation because Lucifer won't hesitate into tying you to the bed and force you to watch him get off while you beg him to touch you.

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𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓 x hawk! mc:

His favorite season of the year is spring, not only because the trees in the Devildom start to burst but also because he knows it is the breeding season - literally. You've explained to him million times that you can take care of yourself on those days and that he has nothing to worry about, but still, Mammon insists that he must take part in this because it is his duty as your significant other. He enjoys it a lot because he gets to be with you while in his devil form. What Mammon likes the most, is how clingy you get after being fucked dumb. You don't care that his cum is spilling from your aching hole, or that minutes ago, he was slapping your face with his hard cock, because you need to be close to him while he whispers to you how good you were.

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𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 x siren! mc:

Sirens are known for sinking human boats to force the sailors to have sexual intercourse with them; that's why when you told Levi that you only wanted him and no one else, he felt as if he was an angel again. He is flattered by your words. Why would such a beautiful siren like you like to expend their most precious days with a demon loser like him? These things don't happen every day, and because of this, he is confident that he will make you feel special. Levi is another one that enjoys being in his demon form, that's why he isn't afraid of showing you his scales while you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging him to slow down because it is too much for you, but poor Leviathan, he is so excited that he can't control himself.

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𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓 x cat! mc:

Oh, boy! When I tell you that Satan is the most attentive and delicate boyfriend for a sweet, cute creature like you, I mean it. Lord, he takes his time understanding what's going onto that little head of yours and why sometimes you are more clingy and needy than usual, wrapping your tail around his legs and licking his hands. Satan likes to praise you, telling you how good you're milking his thick, large dick while fucking you from behind and burying your face on his mattress.

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𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘 x bunny! mc:

No one understands and takes care of you like Asmodeus. During most times of the year, he loves how affectionate you are, constantly rubbing onto him and circling his legs, and to be honest, he can't blame you. He is just so gorgeous that he would do the same. And, of course, as the most beautiful demon in the entire universe, Asmodeus cannot help being loved by everyone around him, driving you crazy and full of jealousy. Why does he need other people praising him when that's your job? But don't worry, because Asmo would never do something as cruel as leaving you, that's why he lets you bounce on his cock until you feel it is enough for you; he is a sucker for your cute ears curling when you cum on his shaft. Do you need 4 rounds? Maybe 5? Even if you need to pull an all-nighter to calm his little, needy bunny, he gladly pleases you.

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𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇 x puppy! mc:

As time passes, he starts to learn those particular necessities that his puppy needs. Eating together and petting you right behind the ears is awesome, but sometimes you crave a little more. He is a patient demon, I mean, having to deal with all his problematic brothers is not an easy job, but Beel loses himself when he sees you excitedly following him everywhere, moving your tail, and never leaving your side. What is wrong with you and why can't you know your place? It takes you a few thrusts of his cock touching every part of your insides to know that you are his favorite, but that as well, he needs some time alone. He fucks you stupid that you completely understand what he's trying to say by the end of the day.

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𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗 x squirrel! mc:

His favorite part of being with you is when you wake up after hibernation. Don't take me wrong, he loves sleeping next to you and taking care of you, but it drives him crazy when you wake up needy and clingy for him. It is as if you haven't seen each other in years, but you two know it's been only a couple of months since Belphie's thick cock was filling you up completely, and as a normal demon, he has business to take care of. While you're peacefully hibernating, Belphie takes advantage of your sleeping state to fill you countless times with his hot cum, watching with lust how your tail bristles by reflex while you cum unconscious.

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𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 x lion! mc:

The ruler of the Devildom has a busy schedule, no doubt about it, but he always makes sure to take some time off and spend it with his lovely creature. Rolling onto your back you expect Diavolo to pay attention to you, but he is focused on some royal duties he needs to take care of, leaving you lonely and unsatisfied. However, as soon as he has some free time, he is rewarding you for being patient and waiting for him, making you cum on his tongue million times before lifting your hips, pulling your knees to your chest, and looking after you as a king would do.

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#obey me🍀 #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me levi headcanons #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beel smut #obey me fanfic #obey me beelzebub #obey me fic #obey me x you #obey me x reader #tw: monster fucking #tw: hybrids

[vandrawn]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE MIRACULOUS MOVIE // MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!

Man, what a movie.

To be incredibly honest, I prefer this movie than series itself (but still, love the series).

The fact that it LITERALLY solves the 5 freaking seasons, in a simple 1h45 minute movie, just made me giggle the whole time, because it shows how simple the series could've been like this since the beginning, instead of just letting us starve, lmao.

Also, the thing that we just have the form that we all know of Hawk Moth, shows that he didn't need all those other phases he had throughout the series and stuff.

Sure, this is a movie, so they obviously had to make the story shorter. But still, they did EVERYTHING they needed to do, in like what?? 1-2 weeks?? In the series, they took months or so....

OHOH!!! AND THE FACT THAT THEY MADE ADRIEN SAY "My father died years ago." to Gabriel's eyes was WILD!!! Wasn't expecting that tbh.

But in the end, they end up having a father and son moment, by LITERALLY FIGURING OUT WHO THEY BOTH ARE?!?!!?! HELLO??!!!!???

Also, I found funny how they didn't add that ✨magical mask✨ thingy here, because Cat Noir's mask was ripped off so easily 😭

And of course, we can't forget our Adrienette/Ladybug x Cat Noir (forgot their ship name) moments.

Comparing to the series, the movie went straight foward with them in the end (and during the rest of the movie ahahah) + THEY REVEAL THEIR IDENTITIES!!! (this movie's giving it fast lol) ; I just didn't like how they cut their kiss (I'm looking at you, Jeremy ZAG >:[)

But just talking about the movie itself, it's really good imo. As a Miraculous fan, and I really like how this movie turned out. The musical numbers were great (not that great tho, since I'm not big of a fan of musicals, so it's an ok for me).

It'd recommend to watch it, being a fan of the series or not. It's interesting.

I'd give it a 7.5/10

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous spoilers #miraculous #miraculous movie #miraculous netflix #netflix #ml ladybug #ml chat noir #ml hawk moth #ml gabriel agreste #ml marinette #ml adrien #ml adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #adrien x marinette #ladybug x chat noir #movies

[stormseclipse]

So I’ve definitely drawn Aerrow in his feral form before but I never formally introduced it? Lol sorry about that.

So here he is :D he’s received a few tweaks over the years. Hope this one is the final design but you never know with me.

He becomes a vampire in the last quarter of the story or so. It takes some getting used to along with his new fire powers but turns out transforming into a giant wolf can be fun!

He stands at 4’10” in this form.

His soul mark is the storm hawks symbol of course, to not only tie him to his destiny but also to show his heroic nature and strong spirit.

#storm hawks #eclipsesverse #aerrow #fan story #eclipsesverse canon #vampire #storm hawks aerrow #wolf form #shapeshifter

[flightfoot]

Any angsty ladynoir fics that don't have the conflict centered around the other heroes? I know this is pretty specific lol

...okay so I'm not sure what you mean exactly, most angsty ladynoir fics don't center the conflict around other heroes? Off the top of my head I can think of two major kinds of fic that should fit the bill: Ladynoir enemies au and "Chat gets injured/killed and Ladybug's very upset about it" fics. Though there are others, of course.

I (Wish I) Knew You by @buggachat

University has been hard on Marinette. Making new friends and maintaining her grades is a lot easier said than done when she has to disappear at odd times to fight akumas. She's struggling, and with Alya away with family and Adrien painfully out of reach, she's never felt lonelier. If only she could talk to someone who really understood her struggles... but it's not like Chat Noir would know anything about loneliness. Right?

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call it even by @anna-scribbles and @sha-nwa

After a year of dating, there is one thing Marinette knows for certain: it's her and Adrien against the world. Through it all, Adrien is kind, patient, and endlessly understanding—even as she tries her best to keep her secret superhero identity hidden from him along with the rest of the world.

Nothing could ruin it, not even the supervillains of Paris: Hawkmoth and Chat Noir.

(adrinette dating // ladynoir enemies au)

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Nothing Else Matters by LiquefiedStars

Marinette couldn’t figure out Chat Noir. He was supposed to be her partner, but instead ended up working for Hawk Moth. Still, her heart betrayed her and when a strong connection forms between them, Ladybug goes to Chat looking for answers, finding out more than she bargained for.

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A Little Fall Of Rain by Druwho

Unable to transform in time, Marinette sacrifices her life to save Adrien from an assassin. With the help of the Kwamis, Adrien is able to bring her back to life, but it comes at a price. One that Adrien alone must pay. Now, Adrien is forced to keep even more secrets. The fact that Marinette is alive and that she has been his Lady all long. More than ever, they must defeat Hawkmoth. Only then can Marinette return to her life.

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Ghost of You by its_just_lori

It finally happened. The akuma attacked at the wrong time. They weren't prepared. For the first time, there was a casualty. Someone was killed. Marinette doesn't care that her identity was exposed to the world; she can't stop blaming herself for what happened. If only she'd been ready... if only she'd done more... There's nothing for Adrien to say. There's nothing he can do other than stay by her side and help her through this pain.

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The Son of my Enemy by Saccha

Cat Noir never wanted to be a villain, but he doesn't have a choice. Ladybug wishes she could save him. A reverse love square, villain!Cat Noir AU.

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I hope these satisfy you! All of them are complete.

#ask #ml fanfic rec #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladynoir #miraculous ladybug

[lispenardst]

6, 7, 20 for FT ask game

6. What is your favourite parallel/reference in the show?

I mean if we’re going for the obvious it has to be “promise you won’t write” doesn’t it? Who didn’t sob like a baby at that?

I have so many that I love though. Parallels are something that this show does so well, particularly due to the a-chronological structure of the plot. I’m just going to list all my favourites below because I’ve tried and I can’t narrow it down lol

Tim gazing longingly at the couples slow dancing together at Mary’s apt in episode 2 vs Tim slow dancing with Hawk in episode 8, totally blissed out, almost like he can’t quite believe that he finally has what he’s been yearning for for so long.

Tim looking at baby Jackson in ‘57 absolutely devastated, heartbroken, gutted to the core… and then Tim watching 11 year old Jackson sleeping in ‘68, at peace with the whole situation. It shows such wonderful cathartic character growth.

Hawk’s “you know me” in episode 1 vs Tim’s “I have you” in episode 7 - such a subtle yet genius way to show how the power between the two has shifted seismically. Tim has gone from desperately seeking out and willingly taking anything that Hawk will give him - happy to accept breadcrumbs of affection - to being safe and at peace in the knowledge that he no longer needs anything from Hawk. He has his love, and is content to love him from afar.

Tim outside the bathroom door asking to come in when Hawk is sick in episode 7 vs Hawk not hesitating to come to Tim’s aid in the bathroom in episode 3, even when Tim screams at him to get out. Such a literal depiction of how they each approach the relationship - Tim wanting to help, but respecting Hawk’s boundaries and understanding the need for distance, vs Hawk never being able to stay away, regardless of whether it’s what Tim wants or not. He’s always driven by his love - everything else melts away in the face of it.

Lucy saying to her dad “we’re all going to be fine” vs Hawk saying to Jackson “we’re all going to be fine” - the FORESHADOWING

And then just a couple of cute ones:

Hawk tricking Tim with the tie in episode 4 vs Hawk tricking Tim on the beach - both so that he can grab him and scoop him up into his arms. So fucking cute 😭

“You haven’t called in three weeks.” “Four!” vs “So, how long has it been since you two have seen each other?” “A few years” “Eleven”. The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same 😭

7. A crack question: which food represents every character of Fellow Travelers?

How do I even answer this hahaha

Erm okay, so Tim is milk obviously.

Hawk is a steak - expensive, coveted, when handled badly can have a tough exterior, and is a bloody mess on the inside.

Frankie is a cocktail, fun and fruity and spicy and comes in an array of colours, flavours, etc.

Marcus is a hard one… I honestly don’t know. I’m stumped. If I think of something I’ll leave it in the comments.

Lucy is something dignified, a nice sit down meal, like a Sunday roast or something. Comforting, in keeping with tradition, a way to get the family together.

20. If Fellow Travelers had a spin-off or a continuation, what would you like it to be about?

I’d love to see more of Frankie and Marcus and Jerome, and how the fight for AIDS funding progressed over the subsequent years. The protest at the gala was very reminiscent of ACT UP, which wasn’t officially formed until 1987, so I’d love to see how that unfolded and how involved Frankie and Marcus were. While it was formed in NYC, ACT UP had divisions all over the US, including DC and San Fran - I’m sure Frankie would’ve been at the helm of the San Fran chapter. Would Hawk have gotten involved in DC? And to what extent? Would he have tried to push things in the right direction from behind the scenes?

Of course we’d also get to see how Hawk’s relationship with Kimberly develops, how he navigates his grief for Tim, potential flashbacks to moments with Tim that we haven’t seen before…

Yeah I really want this now. Ron hit me up lol

#fellow travelers #ft ask game #i love these questions #i cant shut up about this show #thanks for asking!!

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Mystictober Day 18-- Coffin/Bat

Content warnings: typical vampire possessiveness and lots of talk of biting

Unknown has barely gotten back to Magenta after fleeing the apartment when he notices that you've been bombarding him with messages. He had to leave his phone in the intelligence room for this mission; it's too big and bulky for him to lug around in bat form. Now that he's transformed back, though, he can indulge in a bit of idle conversation.

MC: If you're really a vampire MC: Do you like MC: Sleep in a coffin?

Unknown rolls his eyes. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? He'd been about to bite you when Luciel had arrived to ward him off, brandishing a vial of holy water like it couldn't very well burn him, too. In retrospect, Unknown should have taken his chances and tipped the vial the other way, but it had been too much hassle over just some human— he had simply turned into a bat and flown away. He figured that in doing so, he would force Luciel to explain the particulars of their situation to you, and you would be so disgusted with the monster sharing your apartment that you'd beg Unknown to come and save you. At least the Mint Eye vampires don't toy with humans the way Luciel does, pretending to be normal and then presenting their fangs. Unknown, unlike that redhead, came in with his fangs already out, entirely prepared to show you his true colors and mark you as his own in one fell swoop.

Unknown: yes Unknown: so does your boyfriend MC: He's not my boyfriend MC: He won't even talk to me MC: And he says he's not gonna sleep MC: I’m really worried MC: Should I try to find a coffin for him?  MC: Would he be more comfortable?  MC: Is there like a coffin website that you order them from?

It's certainly not a testament to your wisdom that you're volunteering such sensitive information— but if vampire lore is what it takes to gain your trust, then so be it. All that Unknown needs to do is get you close enough to bite, and then all this will be over. At the apartment, you brushed your hair away, offering him your neck— trusting him, foolishly, and not even thinking about the how the RFA members might respond to such a betrayal. Luciel interrupted something that was none of his business, in keeping with the beastly nature that he tries so hard to hide. Vampires are possessive creatures, after all, and that redhead clearly sees both you and the apartment as his territory. 

Unknown: We don't have to sleep very often, prince(ss) Unknown: And he'll be watching you like a hawk from now on Unknown: In case I try to come back and claim you MC: You should have bitten me faster MC: And then we wouldn't have this problem Unknown: Careful with that attitude Unknown: You want me to save you, don't you? Unknown: So you should be respectful MC: Okay, listen here, bat boy

Unknown can't help but chuckle. It was one thing when you challenged him without knowing what he was, but now, it's clear you're well aware, so why are you playing around? You must really trust him, then. Good.

Unknown: Careful

He already knows very well that you’re not going to heed his warning, but he figures he may as well offer it anyway. After all, if you had any sense, you would stop challenging strange vampires and start thinking about your own self-preservation.

MC: I know Seven means well MC: But he won't let me out of his sight MC: And he moves so fast? Unknown: Mhm Unknown: I can move a lot faster MC: Not fast enough to bite me though MC: Lol Unknown: You'll be mine soon enough MC: Ok  MC: If you say so MC: Anyway  MC: Can you go out in the sun? MC: Seven isn't answering any of my vampire questions

Of course— that redhead is obviously ashamed of what he is. He wears a crucifix that can never touch his skin, a perpetual reminder of his guilt and an open denial of his vampire nature. Judging by your messages, he hasn’t even shown you his bat form yet, and probably never will. Luciel is playing at being human, though he’s doing a shit job of it, if he can’t even stop himself from moving at his natural speed. Unknown, on the other hand, has embraced his monstrosity. He doesn't care who knows what he's become: he’s a creature of the night, which means that he’s entitled to as much snarling, biting, and flying as he sees fit.

Unknown: And he never will Unknown: If you want answers, then you have to come to me

You leave him on read; from what Unknown can see on the security camera feed, you've been caught fraternizing with the enemy— Luciel is obviously lecturing you, and Unknown can see why. Vampires are possessive, after all, and no matter how much he denies his nature, Luciel is as much a vampire as Unknown is. V made sure of that, didn't he, when he took that redhead under his wing? After some consideration, Unknown elects to offer you a promise, though it's not a very romantic one:

Unknown: soon, prince(ss)

#Currently OBSESSED with possessive vampire Unknown #But also a little bit obsessed with guilty vampire Saeyoung wearing his crucifix and carrying holy water #Also mystic messenger where everything is the same but both twins and V and Rika have access to “bat form” at any time is very funny to me #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

[pillowprincessvarric]

saw the post about dwarven tax/inheritance fraud where you list friends etc as nephews. would like to know more about how that works. does it only work within the context of orzammar's legal system or has it spread outwards to be used by surface dwarves etc and is varric listing hawke and co as his nephews? how does it tangle things up if anders gets listed by both brosca and varric? also when/how did oghren die? bc i feel like it was implied he was dead.

It's really more of an Orzammar thing because on the surface, it's not considered as taboo or unusual to have someone who isn't directly related to you in your will, at least not among lower-class and Ascendant families. It still happens in Kalna families though, but less often and at a much smaller scale than it does in Orzammar, because the Merchant's Guild is less likely than the Shaperate to let you get away with having A Lot Of Nephews.

anyways, there's a couple of reasons you might do this. Inheritance-wise, the reason this is done is mostly just to ensure that someone actually gets what you leave them. The contesting of wills is extremely common, especially in noble families, but it's so extremely much harder to successfully contest someone's right to what was left to them if they were a direct family member* of the deceased that most won't even try, so making someone your nephew is functionally as close as you'll get to a guarantee that that specific part of your will will go through as written.

*I'm still nailing down details on this but to be clear nephews, and more specifically your sister's sons, occupy a weird niche culturally and legally for dwarves, where in some cases a nephew is functionally the same as a brother or a son. A very direct and intimate family relation. Part of the reason that nephews are used for this kind of thing is because you can have the benefit of direct relation without having to explain why the person in question doesn't really look like you (your sister might already have a different mother or father than you and look very different, so it's easier to suspend disbelief)

Another reason, of course, is that being brought into your House may be a step up, caste-wise, for the "nephew" in question. This and the last thing are both often done in exchange for some other shady deal being done, much like adult adoption fraud in the real world. Like you pay me x amount and I'll move you up to the noble caste. You render x service and i'll guarantee you get y after my death. that sort of thing.

Another reason for adding a lot of "nephews" would be to increase the number of people in your House, which is a form of status symbol in Orzammar. Not really a thing on the surface though.

The Shaperate and the Merchant's Guild already don't cross reference very much, and a lot of Guild families are already not acknowledged at all in Orzammer, so getting listed by both House Brosca and House Tethras probably would never even come up. It's actually not fully unheard of to be acknowledged as a relation in both a surface and Orzammarian family simultaneously, though it does imply you're a skeevy person who does skeevy things lol.

Oghren being dead has been a thing in my canon for a while but unfortunately, I keep changing my mind about when that happened. He definitely died while fighting darkspawn, and it was either at the Keep in the battle at the end of Awakening (like in his one lower-affinity ending slide), or at some point during what is late act 1 in dragon age 2. Can't be more specific than that at this time.

#these are all. loose thoughts. im just talking recreationally. idk shit about legal systems i just think the term 'tax fraud' is funny. etc.

[dimorphodon-x]

Bonus

A little kinda sweet addition to the last part. I actually had this started before I had started 'Empty' lol. I also already have yet another short story for @cuppajj's LL au (not shattered glass this time and also just a one-shot I hope) in the works💀

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“I TOLD YOU TO REPAIR HIM, YOU BLASTED MEDIC!” Starhawk’s voice glitched as he shrieked at Slingarm, “NOT DISASSEMBLE HIM!”

“Calm your jets, Starhawk,” the medic was unphased by the sparkeater’s shrill screaming, “I had to take him apart, there was almost nothing that could be salvaged.”

Hawk hissed through his teeth and glanced at what remained of his prime. He had been reduced to his last original parts, consisting of his head and spark alone.

“Honestly Starhawk,” Slingarm actually looked disappointed as he shook his head, “using the dead to replace his parts? That’s usually only a temporary fix, especially if not done by experienced professionals like myself.”

“I didn’t replace his parts. It was the Lost Light.”

“Ah, that explains it. He would’ve been long dead if you had tried any of this.”

He couldn’t deny that. The lost light wasn’t a licensed doctor, far from it, but the fact that they managed to replace virtually everything in Rodimus was impressive.

Of course Hawk was still more disgusted than impressed.

“So what will you do?” he looked back at the green mech again, “turn him into a sparkeater too?”

“Hah! No,” Slingarm shook his head, “no I don’t have all the resources to make a sparkeater right now. Plus the procedure is honestly a hit or miss in keeping the subject’s consciousness intact. It’s never a guarantee.”

“Oh,” Starhawk blinked. 

“I’ll be honest with you, Starhawk,” Slingarm hummed, for once looking and acting like a proper professional, “this is not going to be an easy fix. It will take a bit of time, and I had to call in small a team to help, because I cannot do this by myself.”

“You… are asking for help?” Hawk again blinked.

“Yes, I’ve contacted some old colleagues of mine. Rodimus is going to need to have a new frame built for him. It must be perfect, functional, and comfortable. He will need to have his brain and spark monitored under the careful eyes of a specialist before, during and after installing him into a new body. It’s a whole process,” Slingarm tapped his chin. Starhawk only nodded quietly, “until they get here, Rodimus will remain in stasis and hooked up to life support. In the meantime that means I can now fix you up.”

“Me?”

“Have you looked at yourself? You’re a mess,” Slingarm grabbed the sparkeater’s arm and pulled him away from the resting remains of Rodimus, “and maybe I can resuscitate you!”

Starhawk stared at him, “is that… possible?”

“Only one way to find out!” Slingarm’s signature mad doctor grin returned, “but given your color and the fact that you’re still fully sentient and in control of your instincts, I have a good feeling about it!”

…

Starhawk had to admit, he missed his good looks.

He had been admiring his freshly repaired form for roughly the last hour, and Slingarm was able to bring his spark back online. It was minuscule, and likely wouldn’t ever return to full size, but it being back at all brought a sense of relief.

He was running his fingers over one of his finials, checking for fissures or creases, when he heard voices. Slingarm’s peers must’ve just arrived.

After one last look over, he went to see who the doctor had invited. 

Slingarm was greeting two other mechs. The blue and white one, an Autobot, looked like a skittish individual. He seemed to have a hard time looking directly at his peers, his red eyes constantly flickering down to look at the floor.

Starhawk’s lip curled as he spotted the Decepticon symbol on the second mech. He stood taller than the nervous Autobot, his head held high and wings down. He didn’t look like he was happy to be here either.

“What is a Decepticon doing here?” Hawk made his presence known. Slingarm looked mildly surprised as he turned to face the tall white jet.

“Oh, don’t worry! Quickfix may be a Decepticon, but he is a doctor first and foremost, isn’t that right old friend?”

“Indeed,” Quickfix spoke through his teeth. Starhawk was surprised when the medic returned his glare with twice the aggression, “as much as I despise Rodimus Prime, my job is to save lives. Not end them.”

“Hmm,” one of his secondary wings flicked and he glanced at the second medic, who flinched under his gaze.

Slingarm took that as his cue to introduce him as well, “and that is Kentro. He may not impress you, but he is an expert on the brain module and spark. Rodimus is in very good hands, Starhawk,” he gave the young flier a strong pat on the shoulder.

“I was expecting more,” Hawk admitted. He was not impressed by what he was looking at.

“Please,” Slingarm scoffed, “two extra sets of hands will be more than enough. Now, how about you go feed Gigus while we get started. He’s napping in my quarters.”

He tossed a small container of green liquid to the flier and led the two medics away. Starhawk sighed and shook his head before he went to find the stupid old cat.

…

“So? How do you feel?”

Rodimus looked up from his new hands, “I… better, I think?”

Kentro hummed, “can you elaborate? We need to make sure you are comfortable in this new frame.”

“I don’t… feel any pain,” he frowned and flexed his hands, wiggling his fingers and curling them into fists, “it’s weird being able to move again.”

“Yes, I imagine there will be an adjustment period. From what I’ve heard, you have been through a lot.”

The prime simply nodded. Kentro smiled and gave his shoulder a pat, “I’ll leave you be now. Keep your frame moving, but do not exert yourself.”

He nodded again, and the medic left the room. With a long sigh, Rodimus flopped onto his back and raised his arms, continuing to examine his hands, wrists, forearms and so on. The medics did an excellent job replicating his old frame. He had his signature spoiler again and everything.

It was pretty surreal.

He turned his attention when his door slid open and Starhawk stepped in.

“Figured I’d pay a visit now that the old guys are leaving you alone. You’re looking better,” he commented. Rodimus sat up and pretended to not notice the excited wiggle of his secondaries.

“I could say the same for you,” he snorted, “so you’re a sparkeater?”

“Mhm. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.”

The two sat in odd silence for a minute.

“It’s funny that you had to threaten my life in order to save me.”

Starhawk laughed, “well it worked, a lot better than I expected.”

“Yeah, and now I get to live with nightmares about you trying to kiss me with half a face,” Rodimus thumped his fist against the flier’s chest with a humorous grin.

“Hey, I never did that!”

“No, but you did bite me, so close enough.”

Hawk shrugged, “just wanted to make sure of something is all.”

“Weirdo,” Rodimus stuck his tongue out, “my merciless killer’s got a soft spot for me!”

He raised his wings, at first in embarrassment, but he grinned and lowered his head to look the smaller mech in the eye, “what can I say? I don’t like giving up what belongs to me.”

“Oh? And what says that you don’t belong to me?” Rodimus mirrored his grin and raised a hand under the jet’s chin, scratching along his jaw.

Starhawk’s smile was replaced by a snarl, but he didn’t pull away. Seemed like he still didn’t like to show how much he enjoyed that, despite the many years they hadn’t been able to show much affection to each other.

Rodimus couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“You’ve hardly changed, have you?” he continued to giggle. Starhawk frowned and lifted his head away from his hand.

“After everything that happened? Of course I have. I died. In some ways, I think you did too.”

Now it was Roddy’s turn to frown, “can we not talk about this? I was just enjoying the moment.”

Starhawk sighed and was about to say more when the door opened again. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Slingarm.

“Starhawk, he’s supposed to be resting,” the old mech raised a brow, “I know you missed him, but the last thing he needs is-”

“I know, I know,” he held his hands up, “I just wanted to check on him. I’ll be going now.”

His lip twitched when one of his wings was grabbed and he looked down at Rodimus.

“I… don’t really want to be alone right now.”

Slingarm narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two. He soon shrugged and raised his hands, “fine, I won’t stop you two lovebirds. But I am serious about the-”

“-We understand, Slingarm,” Starhawk pinched the bridge of his nose, “we’re not stupid.”

The medic backed off, not saying more as the door closed. Though he could be heard snickering as he walked away.

“Annoying old man,” Hawk muttered. His attention went back to the prime when he felt his grip tighten on his wing, “you’re gonna leave dents.”

“Right,” he let go and set his hands over his lap, “sorry.”

Starhawk raised a brow. Rodimus wasn’t really the type to just say ‘sorry’, especially over something minor like grabbing his wing too tightly. Of course that was years ago.

After a moment Rodimus spoke again, “is this real?”

“Pardon?”

“Is this real?” He repeated, gesturing to himself and the room, “it feels like I’m dreaming. I… what if I wake up and I’m back on that chair?”

Starhawk didn’t like the way his chest felt tight, “this is very much real, Rodimus. We really did get away.”

“What if they search for us?” Rodimus’ eyes were growing wide, “do you think they’re looking to get us back?”

That was a question he couldn’t answer with certainty. With a sigh, he sat down next to the worrying prime, “I’d rather die than see you back on that seat. It’s not going to happen, I promise.”

“But-”

“It’s not going to happen!” Hawk snapped. Rodimus flinched and looked down. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch.

“I’m sorry, Rodimus,” he internally grimaced, “but I am serious when I say you won’t ever be seeing that ship again.”

Rodimus just nodded and slowly leaned against him. By Primus and Unicron, he really had gotten soft.

“If it helps, you now know that your boyfriend is a super dangerous sparkeater,” Hawk cleared his throat and placed his arm around the prime, who let out a short laugh.

“Yeah.”

#fanfic #transformers #shattered glass #sentient lost light au #rodimus #transformers oc #starhawk #rodihawk #oc x canon #slingarm #quickfix #kentro #im currently in a rare writing spree and whenever that happens I try to get as much out of it as possible 💀

[chershare]

:3c Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Oh jeez, this is hard. Picking just five? Yikes. I love all my fic or I wouldn't write them, lol.

But alas, t.e has spoken.

Okay, Tsundoku, of course, because it's my baby. All associated fic probably count just as that anyway lol. My longest running series - and longest word count, even discounting the rewrite - that showcases my evolution as a writer as well as my growth.

bitter, blunt, biting because it was just, super fun to write and it got away from me? Bouncing ideas off of @laternenfisch and the art she made was honestly a fantastic process. It was an exchange fic - and yeah, I never heard from my giftee which ouch but still - and it was just... enjoyable to make. It's super hard for me to finish things because they never feel polished enough, but I actually am pleased with the ending of that one.

Probably Ubuntu after that. I've always really enjoyed Gin and there is a deficit of good fic with him as a main character. GinSan was one of my first ships as a kid - never really got into ZoSan - and just fleshing out that tragedy and angst is honestly fantastically fun. He's practically a blank slate of a character to play with, and I do enjoy building them up lol.

denizens of the sands of time is literally a sandbox of fun and playing around. It's like a zen garden, but in fic form. I do not take this fic seriously at all because why would I? Gaara is basically retired and on vacation, and when I feel like writing it that's the vibe I get.

And finally... probably Icarus. Watch me burn, oh, my icarus started out as something fun for my discord server and then exploded. I wanted DabiZawa content, and I'm a sucker for a good Time Travel fic so that was the obvious choice. Then, I felt bad for Hawks because I do love DabiHawks so like. DabiHawkZawa was born and I have no regrets, and also no idea what I'm doing.

#fanfic #fanfiction #cher shares #asks

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Assigning dæmons to characters in the Phantom of the Opera!

Quick explanation of what dæmons are: In summary, in the His Dark Materials world, they're basically physical manifestations of the soul, just in animal form! They are most commonly the opposite sex of their human. It's also taboo and just. wrong to touch another person's dæmon, and usually only happens between lovers or in battle. You also can't move too far away from your dæmon without dying/being severed intentionally (which is. very traumatic. unless you're a witch). The relationship between a person and their dæmon is sacred—they're your lifelong companions, which I love the idea of. And, until a certain age, dæmons can shift to different animals (the age you settle (when your dæmon choose their final form) varies depending on the person).

ANYWAY enough info dumping time for my HEADCANONS for what dæmons the characters from The Phantom of the Opera would have!!

Christine Daaé: a canary named Einar

I'm just gonna say it now—I don't have much reasons for picking these dæmons other than vibes. I just believe that Christine would definitely have a little bird dæmon, and the canary just seemed like the cutest choice! Plus, according to google, canaries are "somewhat timid and shy little birds. Unlike larger bird species, they don't usually do well with being handled, although there may be the occasional exception. Canaries are charming birds..." They are also, from what I know, very cheerful and playful! Which I think fits Christine very well!

Plus, imagine the dynamic between her dæmon and Raoul's and Erik's dæmon—with one being a dog and one a cat. I don't know, I think it just adds a really interesting dynamic to their relationships!

Raoul de Chagny: a golden retriever named Lili

I think the reason I picked the golden retriever for Raoul is fairly obvious LOLL. But aside from the obvious matching personality, I thought it would be really interesting if his dæmon was a dog, especially because he's nobility. Because, according to His Dark Materials, people with dog dæmons actually usually tend to be servants. Which is very classist LOL but like. I feel like it makes complete sense to me that Raoul's dæmon wouldn't match his status in society, plus it would definitely give something extra for Philippe to be worried about regarding him. The dynamic with his social status and his dæmon just sounds like something really interesting to explore!

Plus, I love the image of Lili cuddling with Raoul whenever he's upset and/or starts crying.

Erik: a Siamese cat named Ayesha

I feel like the reason for this is really obvious LOL. Why don't I make Ayesha his dæmon?? I think it's extra sweet if she were! Plus OF COURSE Erik's dæmon would be a cat LOL. Honestly, what else would it be?? Plus, there's this analysis I found of Siamese Cat dæmons, and I think it fits him pretty well!

Plus I love the image of Ayesha getting really annoyed with Erik's shenanigans and advising against them, but still helping him with them anyway LOL.

Meg Giry: a nova scotia duck tolling retriever named Maxime

So I was thinking that, personality wise, Meg definitely would have a dog dæmon too. I was actually considering a golden retriever but I felt like it didn't really fit vibes-wise? So I looked for dogs that are similar and thought that the nova scotia duck tolling retriever looked perfect!! Plus, after I googled their personalities, I think they definitely fit Meg. I also just think it's adorable that Christine's two best friends both have retriever dæmons ehehehe

Philippe de Chagny: a red-tailed hawk named Désirée

So going with the nobility thing, I thought that Philippe would definitely have a really grand dæmon. Like the red-tailed hawk!

The dæmon forum on tumblr have actually already analyzed this dæmon, and I think the traits fit Philippe really well! Although I guess it can be argued he's an extrovert and not an introvert, but there's also such thing as introverts that are very social, so.

But yeah I just love the image of Philippe, with his hawk dæmon, and Raoul standing beside him with his golden retriever dæmon 😭

The Persian/The Daroga/Nadir: a Persian leopard named Fariba

No because I truly believe that Nadir would have the COOLEST dæmon ever. Which is yes, a Persian leopard. Like, the vibes just make sense!! Plus considering he was the chief of police, it just makes sense.

I also love the image of Nadir, with his epic leopard dæmon, and Erik beside him with his house cat dæmon LOLL

OTHER HEADCANONS FOR THIS AU:

I bet Raoul, when he was younger and before Lili settled, would often like it when Lili would shift into a red-tailed hawk, completely because he wanted to impress his brother and have a dæmon like his.

I also think that Christine and Raoul played all sorts of pretend games together, with their dæmons shifting into animals to match whoever they were pretending to be. I can also imagine them taking naps together under the tree, with their dæmons curled closely together.

I feel like when Erik was in the circus, his dæmon was handled so much to the point that he became desensitized to it. I also think he probably learned how to separate from Ayesha even if it hurt a lot to do so, but like out of necessity 😭

I feel like Einar would sit in Christine's hair a lot. I also feel like he and Ayesha would have a very interesting relationship with each other. I also feel like Einar would like to sit on the head or nose of Lili whenever Raoul and Christine are hanging out together.

I also feel like Erik would often be VERY tempted to touch Einar, and his hand might hover so close to him—but he would pull away before he ever did. But I also think that a part of Einar really wanted him to actually do it while at the same time being terrified that he does.

I also feel like, in this universe, to get Raoul, Erik actually grabs Lili so that Raoul is immediately weakened and pretty much incapacitated, and THEN he wraps the noose around his neck. I don't think he'd bother holding onto Lili the entire time—I don't think he'd like doing that either lol, considering his trauma regarding it. I also do feel like Erik would have Ayesha attack other people's dæmons, kind of like how Mrs. Coulter does it? But Lili and Ayesha have definitely had at least one fight, maybe during Wandering Child.

Everyone finds Nadir extra intimidating because of Fariba, even if Fariba is the most chill dæmon ever.

I love the idea that, after all the events of POTO, Christine and Raoul are sitting together and comforting each other, and that's when they touch each others' dæmons for the first time. And that's when their relationship with each other truly solidifies, because there's nothing more intimate than touching another person's soul.

#asterrisks #long asterrisks #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #poto au #poto #poto musical #poto leroux #daemon au #dæmon au #hdm #his dark materials

[thetreefairy]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa (and Hawks if you don't mind) where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain and the students of UA and was found injured

Hi! I am kinda dazy these past weeks. But otherwise well!

they/them afab reader

TW: injuries, talk about death, locking up, imprisonment, swearing

Quirk explanation:

Waterbending

Basically Katara, they can also use blood-bending, but if they lose blood, their blood flows way faster then by other person, meaning they bleed out faster.

They will become paralyzed from the waist down if they overuse their quirk too much. Basically reader being strong and weak at the same time.

Aizawa Shota (Eraserhead)

Yeah Shota is scolding the shit out of you when you get out of their coma

Yes, reader got into a coma, due to their quirk

Midoriya, Shoto and Iida of course felt guilty as fuck and tried to apologize a lot when they woke up.

"I am so sorry, Tefnut!" Iida shouted. "Due to my recklessness you lost-"

"It's a downside of my quirk, my dear. You must not worry, your friends and yourself are the reason I am still alive." Midoriya started to shake his head. And Todoroki agreed. Aizawa was hugging Reader close. "Reader is correct, they have gotten worse."

"Ha?" reader was confused. "Your health kitten."

"Yeah fair."

When they got out of the hospital, Eraserhead convinced Reader to quit as a hero. Giving this statement: "My quirk has taken a toll on my body, if I overuse my quirk one more time I will become paralyzed'

Which was a lie

When Reader stopped their career, they noticed their yandere tendencies.

Being coddled, not even allowed to use their quirk to heal Shota.

And when they get caught using their quirk they will punished heavily

The more the days passed the more Shota acted like they were paralyzed from the waist down.

It made Reader want to runaway to their family.

But the family was killed in a villain attack

*cough* by aizawa

And the trio from the Stain incident? They are little platonic yandere's that will help you from being lonely but won't help you get out of Aizawa's strings.

In other words, Reader becomes Aizawa little doll whos controled by his strings.

And the top 10 thing? Reader obviously can't handle that weight.

Tamaki Keigo (Hawks)

Keigo? His quirk makes him overly protective.

Due to his feral hawk side-

So when he finds out that you overused your quirk for the third times, he's fucking pissed

he forces you to quit your job, won't even try to gaslight Reader like Aizawa. And if you refuse?

Locked up all alone without any interaction from him

So yeah that broke Reader lol

The top 10 thing? HA! Keigo doesn't give a shit, he's the second ranking pro-hero, he knows better.

And he won't take any chances with your quirk, he'll get quirk cancelling cuffs straight away.

Now Reader all does is being tied down with chains to a nest like bed

And of course a feather is always around them in a necklace form

I hope you like it lol, I found this one a bit difficult so if you have tips please do tell me!

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