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gremlingottoosilly · 3 months

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Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first.

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out.

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you.

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse?

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse.

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse.

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last.

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet.

Ah, well.

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds.

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death.

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake.

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life.

— A mistake?

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half.

— I just wanted to take some food.

— Is there a hunger?

— No.

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair?

You gulp.

— I…am not allowed back.

— Why?

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people.

— We had…mutual disagreement.

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here.

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded.

— You’re exiled then.

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die.

— I am.

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death.

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja?

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this.

— Ko-nig. Ja?

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all.

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts.

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist.

And oh, he proceeds.

— They finally send us proper sacrifices.

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh.

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now?

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him.

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before.

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him.

— Relax, human. Be a good mate.

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children.

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more.

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only.

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you.

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break?

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his.

He is exiled from other centaurus.

You are exiled from humans.

What a beautiful fucking pair.

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other.

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you.

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon.

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better.

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days.

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place.

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts.

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy.

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons.

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear.

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock.

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice.

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you.

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julia-jck · 6 days

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Hello! Finally finished with the ship-list drawing, Lust x Horror!

I wanted to do a small animation (why it has no shadows and is more simple) for it cause I just had a huge urge to animate someone squishing someone's cheeks (The film might be too big for Tumbr and fu*k up as it's a long MOV instead of a MP4.... Fingers crossed it works!) I started working on this a while ago, aka during the period before my art-style started to change, so it's a mix of old and new.

Next ship will be Ink x Dream!

The ship list:

Swap x Dream

Killer x Nightmare

Horror x Fell ( apyrisol )

Ink x Nightmare

Lust x Horror

Ink x Dream

Error getting cheese (Old request I forgot about)

Fresh x Fell

Fell x Killer

Colour x Killer

Error x Dream

Error x Nightmare

Dream x Lust

Dream x Killer

Lust x Dance

Farm x Horror

Lust x Swap

Error x Swap x Fresh

Reaper x Geno x Dream

Error x Reaper

Error x Outer

Crescent x Gradient

Horror x Dream

Farm x Ink

Swap x Antivirus

Ink x Error

Ccino x Outer/Classic (My choice)

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cherrsnut · 4 months

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Hostage - Chapter 2

Finnick Odair x Healer!Reader

Summary: Up until now, your life has been a solitary one. Being the sole owner of an herbal shop, and apothecary to many fishermen who have been injured. Just when your life seemed to follow the routine you were so used to, your life turns a 360 when you’re suddenly taken away for the 67th Annual Hunger Games. This turn of events forces you to accept the idea the Grim Reaper is stalking close behind you, faster than you had hoped for.

Tags: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Typical THG Violence, Forced Prostitution, Forced Lab Rat, Injury, Mental Health Deterioration, Psychological/Physical Torture, Death, Alcohol/Drug Consumption, Medical Malpractice, Fluff (bc they deserve it).

Word Count: 4.5k

Previous // Next

Chapter 2

The television was on. Very important Capitol hosts, by which Mr Flickerman was included, were wrapping up scenes of previous Hunger Games. Talking about their ‘favorite’ moments, arenas, and even victors.

You were sat on an armchair, your gaze fixated on the scene playing out. Two boys, fighting in a game of death. The hosts never mentioned their names, nor from which district they came, but the bloody moment when that year’s victor was messily cutting the other’s throat paralyzed you. The cut was done from an odd angle, and you murmured a curse when you saw the adrenaline of survival almost decapitate his victim. You cringed your nose and eyebrows, and with your surgical knowledge, you could bet your finger that, that Tribute could have been killed in a cleaner, faster, and more painless way.

You didn’t notice just how your air had been trapped against your throat. So when you released it, your chest felt emptier and cleaner from the bloody mess the hosts were laughing and joking about.

“Ok so, we need to prepare for the Games” Scarlett, the pinkish escort of District 4 appeared from behind you two, grabbing the remote and turning off the screen. Two more people trailed behind her, an older woman with uncontrollable silver curly locks, and a man all too familiar, especially to the civilians of District 4.

“But first things first. Let me introduce you to your mentors. This is Mags” Scarlett pointed at the short elder impatiently. Mags simply smiled brightly at the two of us. “You needn’t me to tell you, I know you already know. But still, I introduce you to Finnick Odair” To this Finnick turned up a smug smile with a silent chuckle rumbling just beneath his Adam’s apple.

Sacreltt went to sit at the crown of the large table. She was impatient and too upbeat, just like a kid waiting in line to ride a rollercoaster for the first time, it sickened you. You went to grab a chair, not before giving another glance at the victor from your District from two years ago. His bronze hair shined with the sun that started to set through the transparent clear window.

Scarlett called for tea to the nearest Avox girl. Specifying for English tea, with exactly two spoonfuls of brown sugar, and for the drink to be scalding hot. Then she grinned and looked at you and Vito again.

“Alright, babes. First things first, tell us about yourselves” Scarlett slightly tilted her head to the side. You noticed just how her makeup was still intact. It was rather simple compared to the other Capitol civilians you had seen. A pink tint with a golden shine added onto her lips, with an eyeshadow of the same hue. A purple eyeliner, as a means to contrast colors, curved around her eyes with the added cat tail coming off the corner of her eye.

You and Vito looked at yourselves, wondering just who to start with. Vito was the first to speak.

“Well, my name is Vito.” he seemed nervous, or perhaps he wasn’t prepared for the question.

“I work with my dad on my family’s prawn farm” he looked up at shyly Scarlett, and you had to focus on not getting distracted by how he nervously peeled onto the skin next to his fingernail.

“My dad, he trained me to be here…” Vito suddenly declared. Leaving you speechless, and questioning as to why he kept it hidden for so many hours. This changed many things for this year’s Hunger Games. And maybe, District 4 would claim another victor this year.

Scarlett’s eyes sparked up in excitement, and she clapped twice without realizing it. You were glad she was at least, happy about one of the Tributes since it's not like you could offer much more.

Finnick eyed Vito for a second before asking. “Your dad trained you?” a passing curiosity crossed his eyes almost playfully. Just then you could truly take in the treasure of a man he was. Sitting across from you, you could see his facial features quite well.

The tan of his skin perfectly complements his blonde hair. The way his cheekbones were so prominent it highlighted his eyes if that was even possible when his eyes were so green and lively like nature itself planted a seed, and a forest grew in the summer breeze inside. And still, it almost seemed hypnotizing just how you wanted to trace your fingers across his cheek, then down to his thin lips that were stuffed with the beautiful color of candied pink. His clean-shaven face revealed the otherwise cute face he had. Not hard looking or intimidating, but soft, and just like his eyes. He reminded you of the summer under the silhouettes of maple trees, of warmth and refreshing sunlight.

“Correct. He used to tell me about how he used to train, and how he wished to have gone to the Hunger Games. I guess he wanted me to live his dream” Vito explained, a perplexed look on your face very much visible to the rest of the people present.

He didn’t add anything else, and you forced a few blinks to take in what he said and try to comprehend as much as you could. Your eyes left to stare off into the wall for barely three seconds, with the only conclusion that some people didn’t deserve to have kids.

“What about you, birdie? Who are you?’” Scarlett spoke in a more reasonable calmer tone than before. But you still struggled to understand the people you are sharing a room with. None of them seemed to be the least concerned about what Vito just said.

You were more lenient with the victors, especially Mags. You supposed it wasn’t great seeing so many Tributes you mentored, just to be brutally assassinated in the arena, and you supposed she’d already seen her fair share of wild parents stories, all with with questionable parenting skills. And Finnick probably was still succumbed to what he had to go through two years ago.

But why was Scarlett so nonchalant about it? It was rather bitter having her in your surroundings at almost all the time. It wasn’t exactly that she was completely indifferent, but she was excited to see one of the most God awful things in the world, laughing along to the cruelty that many children were subjected to, an you would soon join into that statistic.

However, you knew you had to get used to her behaviour sooner or later. Even when everything seemed so nauseating, and you knew it was bad when you could taste the bile coming up for your throat. God, you hated this.

So you ignored your sentiments and carried on. Because now taking pity on the way he was raised was not the right moment. Not when the both of you had been thrown into the same deadly game, when anyone’s background means absolutely nothing to spare your life.

Even if you hate to admit it, Scarlett was right, we need to trace a plan, and we only have a day to take a look over every card we were setting on the table.

“Well…” You started. “You probably already know this, by my name is Y/N L/N. I’m fifteen and I’m a doctor” You took a sneaky look over Scarlett, seeing her energetic face come back, and you retracted a bit. “Well, kind of. I work at a herbal shop. It's just a lot of fishermen get injured during the day, they normally come in when they need immediate care” you explained.

“Immediate care?” questioned the escort’s sparkling eyes. You internally sighed, you could already predict this was going to be a prolonged conversation. Over something that woudn’t be much of use once you’d be dropped off in the arena.

“Yeah.” you confirmed, but you furher continued. “For instance yesterday, a group came rushing to my shop because one of them had slipped and fallen on the deck, hitting his head in the process. They were logically concerned when he wouldn't wake up, even more so when a big bleeding cut appeared from his head” you recalled. If it meant this talk would help in any way, you give away the details of your former life. Still knowing there was barely a chance for you to survive, you still played along the planning game, even when you’d already convinced yourself of your eventual doom.

“That’s a pretty big injury, you can take care of that?” now it was Finnick speaking, his gorgeous face directed at you. It was something being in the presence of someone whose beauty was ethereal, but them speaking to you was a bigger milestone. Your heart thumped hard, and you cursed at yourself for just how embarrassing you were being. You took a mental note, one which consisted of berating yourself infront of the bathroom mirror. It was fine being attracted to someone; it was fine to walk by someone and to instantly be charmed by you. But all in its context, yours was exactly of that in a few remaining days of your death penalty would be finalized. You were going to die.

You supposed then you mind must’ve churned itself. You already accepted this fate. You might as well give yourself the privilege to internally comment about someone’s looks, you at least had that last bit of freedom to do that, right?

“Of course. I also can take a look for infected wounds, just like finding antidotes to poisons. I especially like that one” You told him with a small smile appearing. Oh god, that smile. Right there and then was the evidence of his popularity in the Capitol.

You had to bite your tongue before any of your senseless thoughts spilled all over the table for everyone to hear your most inner provoking thoughts.

Then again silence to your gratitude. The only sounds of the railing echoing against the bullet train. You went to look over at Mags, and noticed just how quiet she was throughout the whole planning, and you supposed she fitted into a more calming human prototype, one where her peacefulness enhanced her rather ‘listener rather than a speaker’ personality type.

She realized your gaze on her, and she returned it with a small smile. With a continuous electric reaction that zip zapped it ways until it reached her gliting eyes.

That warmth her embraced you in stuck with you, and you coudn’t help but find her especially so meltingly cute. All the wrinkles were in full display, and it taught you that even after decades of experience, and traumatizing memories of setting foot in the arena, you could still smile just enough that Heaven’s doors would open up for you without further doubt of your light as feather soul.

But even in her gentle smile, and pure eyes, so pure it was easily to compare of that a riverbank flowing down a green mountain. There was still something behind her skull, a lurking darkness swimming in bitter water.

“I think I know why you look so familiar” Finnick changed to a new topic of conversation. He looked at you pointedly, scanning your every pore and mole hidden along your skin. And he nodded once he made up his mind, a sly smirk coming up to his lips. This had to be illegal.

It wasn’t fair just how easily it made you so jumpy, and you hoped and begged to whatever entity, whatever you were feeling wasn’t reflected on the mirror of your body.

“I’m pretty sure you bandaged me up once, I remember going to an herbal store when I was younger when I cut myself with a fishhook,” he said. His smile should absolutely be prohibited for being under some sort of national scale threat, because the way his eyes landed on yours with that slow creeping smile made your heart trip hard… several times. But then you had to keep reminding yourself. Stop. Being. Weird.

You needed to think straight, freezing your heart and mind. If you could you’d punch yourself, and open your eyes at what was at stake here. A few more slow breaths and you’d be able to consume yourself with reason, at least you tried to convince yourself of that. But it was hard, the screaming helplessness surrounding you like a heavy poisonous fog, choking and hurting you with the sole purpose to remind you it was just days away for you fight for your own survival; and then, Finnick was the whispering thoughts. He was the only thing taking you out from a self-absored battling arena, almost like a human stoned oasis. You never has spoken to him, at least not that you oculd recall, but if it meant a pretty stranger would be the one to distract your distressing thoughts, then so be it.

“How old were you though? Edna never let me touch her things until I was nine. Which quite frankly never stopped me from using it behind closed doors…” Finnick chuckled at that last comment. He was slowly removing the bitter taste left on my tongue with his sweet presence. But to you, it was beginning to be a little too much. Having his attention was considered a precious treasure in itself, and you weren’t blind as to why. The way he had some sort underlying flirt in his normal talk was starting to put you on edge. His very own voice was just like caramel that melted in your tongue, and there was no dial it tasted just like high-class pastries.

The very moment you realized that this was in his nature, you were able to calm down slightly. There was no point getting internally worked up when he didn’t mean anything further other than to make conversation. A sigh of relief escaped escaped your mouth.

“Is that so? I suppose it must have been Edna then…Edna was it?” he trailed off with a more relaxed smile. Yup, you were confident to state that his entire being was a nuclear weapon, and you should fear the day they’d try to put him in use, because you were sure all of Panem would be doomed.

It was increasingly becoming harder trying to talk to someone in a noirmal conversation with your running mind.

“Very much correct” You leaned back against your chair, to try and find a more comfortable spot. Vito gave an odd look at the exchange of words given between me and the victor, the very same you plasmated earlier. One of indecipherable shock, and you coudn’t blame Vito for the way he was feeling.

“I. Just. Had. The. Best. Idea” Scarlett stood up, she looked like she was talking to herself in her usual loud manner. Her abrupt pauses were very much loved and used in everyday form by the people in the Capitol, they simply loved that sweet exaggeration they coudn’t get over. “No one will see this coming,” she exclaimed in excitement, and unlike her she mumbled her words out. “Y/N, the Healer of our Capitol’s Darling” She made a movement with her hands, just as if displaying the front title from a big article, and every word that left her mouth, the more she fell in love with your marketing strategy she just came up.

“Well, actu-” you tried to put out a single sentence. But Scarlett’s ideas were much louder than the what hjappened in reality.

“If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes” She went to walk away, presumably to her room. So happily she was one step away from dancing around the salon car to her sleeping chamber.

You exhaled a sigh, not in the mood to refute Scarlett, so you let her go on with her planning.

“Well, as long as I gain sponsors, I suppose it’s alright for me then” you absentmindedly talked. You felt a yawn crawl out of your mouth, so you went to cover it while rolling your eyes to the window. You were pleasantly surprised to find the beautiful view of the night. The moon and the stars shone across the sea, painting an alluring picture over it.

“You tired? Maybe you should head back to sleep?” Vito’s voice is concerned. You looked at him, still in a slight trance from the yawn, and smiled briefly at him. “Don’t worry. I’m fine”.

Just then, the red clothing of the Avox came into view. She was carrying a ceramic tray, traced with golden line art. Placed on top, where the cute tea cup along with the teapot and and a differently designed cup for its special use of storing sugar cubes. You concluded the ceramic products were all bought as a designed set.

The large teapot had a trunk of that of the elephant you have only seen in adventure books targeted to children. You respected the artist’s innovative cheeky drawing on it. Many types of birds, which reminded you of the representation of the higher class of society, things like peacocks and cranes showing their beautiful feathers, all in the shimmering brushstroke gold. The five teacups followed suit with the same design.

Along with drinks though, the Avox seemed to bring an extra treat. Two layers of plates hung, and above were many pastries you’d never thought you’d be able to digest. Your eye had caught one shortcake specifically, one where the top was filled with freshly cut strawberries, glazed over with molten sugar, its provocative appearance rumbled your belly with eagerness.

Then after placing everything on the table, the Avox gave a knowing look and walked off with the tray, presumably to the kitchen, or perhaps to knock on Scarlett's room and give her the requested drink.

Your attention was back to the contents of the table. Not wanting to come off as rude, but very impatient to try them out. You looked over the people’s faces. Vito was reclined against the chair, a gloomy expression on his face, and you didn’t need to ask to know why.

So you stopped. And while your belly was moaning for that sugary treat, you ignored it. A sensation similar to guilt washed over your chest. You supposed you wished you felt like him, to be worried about the arena. He felt like he was being skinned by the tumultuous thoughts of his, and tlhough differently, you understood that emotinal pain. However, what set you and Vito apart was that since stepping your foot on the train, you had been accepting your impending death seantence.

Perhaps you hadn’t truly taken in the situation, maybe the idea you were going to fight in the arena was so disorienting, your psychology couldn’t fully comprehend it. It hadn’t connected the wires, and once you’d be face to face with the rest, you’d probably sink and drown in remorse for not taking this situation as you should have.

The sleepless nights you’ve been having since the first Reaping you attended left you wondering if you’d be trapped in this hunting competition. Maybe you exhausted your brain with so many different scenarios, that it had simply got used to the idea of your death.

Just maybe that’s why you took more importance of the delicious snacks you’d never imagined you’d taste, because this is more of a shock than the Games itself. And you could imagine for Vito, who has family and friends beside him, it was much harder to take in. Because for you, the only thing you were leaving behind were just physical, instead of Vito, which were the built relationships he created long his nlife. The memories, the feelings, and the what could’ve been in the future with their company.

You touched his shoulder, rubbed it slightly to get his attention. His dark-as-coal eyes roamed to yours, worried traces evident on the wrinkles he formed. He didn’t say much else, and he found himself being unable to utter a word, not knowing what to say. You gulped down nervously.

You didn’t quite know what to do in this type of situation. You normally would scurry off and cry alone, but that was because you were used to your lonely life. Edna was your only friend, even adopting as a grandma figure over the decade you had spent together. And even so, she wasn’t a very sentimental person, and you were unable to read off her emotions. Naturally, you eventually learned that side of her, and you kept repeating to yourself you didn’t need anyone to comfort you, that you were just fine to deal with yourself.

But for Vito it must be different, he grew up in with people surrounding him. When you climbed up the car that led you to the train, you were able to catch fragments of his family. His father was there along with his mother, a baby in her doting arms. Three little girls, all with the same hair color as Vito's, waved him goodbye, with tear-stricken eyes and red cheeks.

He always had someone to talk to when needed to share something, and even if he didn’t, he was used to the physical comfort you lacked.

He looked away, staring off to the nightly ocean. You forced yourself to be that source of comfort that his sister must have provided him, because his pitiful expression was simply just too much for you.

“I hope this isn’t strange-” you cut yourself. You got reminded of the way Philip comforted Emi earlier that day. And as he looked up to see what you meant, you got up from your chair and leaned against him. A quick peck over his creased eyebrow while you hand found stability from his jaw, your index finger pressed over his cheek. You never saw his look of surprise, and if you did it would probably make you turn back and awkwardly sit back down on your chair from embarrassment. But you didn't, so with your chin resting on his shoulders, you pushed him further into your embrace. Your arms wrapping around his waist.

You didn’t say anything, and you obligated your body to relax from the physical touch you had avoided for so many years, for his sake. Because Vito was the one who mattered right now, and not your foreign feeling.

You closed your eyes. Your arm brushing passed to hold the nape of his neck. “Everything will be alright” you whispered into his ear. Even though you were copying everything Philip said to his sister, you still meant every word from your beating heart.

He wrapped his arms around you, and in doing so he pressed himself more into your body, in an attempt to hide himself from the rest. His tanned hands went along to grab your shirt from your back. His breaths were becoming shakier, and in some instances you felt him hiccup into your shoulder, whilst also trying to control his ragged breathings. You drew circles around his back for more added comfort, tickling his back with the phantom touch of your fingers slowly flowing around the body of his back.

“You’ll be fine” you whispered again, brushing his ears with the warmth of your breath. You slightly removed yourself from him, finding more room to untangle yourself from him. You noticed how his grip on you had become stubbornly stronger. But you didn't mind. Not when you hand crawled up to his hair and cupped the back of it. Your fingers laced with his onyx hair. You faced him, giving him another peck of his cheekbone. And you found yourself with the salty only tears could make, no matter how salty the sea may be, you let his pure tears flow down your taste glands and welcomed it into your stomach.

He hadn’t cried much you realized, maybe just two tears, one for each eye. And while you brushed his head, you felt his breath deepen and exhale, trying to calm himself down as well.

You stood up, your fingers planting over his jaw and nape. Tilting his head upward to you. You could see the shine of his tear river going down to his cheek. A small smile, one you hoped to encouraging, all the while you dried his tears with your thumbs.

His eyes locked with yours, traces of humidity on his lashes as he looked up at you. A shining sclera evident with the way the light bulb reflected on his eyes.

“I’ll make sure of it. '' Your smile widens, showing just slightly your front teeth previously hidden by your lips of affection.

You traced a few messy hair strands behind his ear, and he leaned deeper into your hand’s touch. He suddenly got stuck to you. He missed the warmth your body provided him, how hidden from everyone he felt, and how it made him feel like a little child being protected from the world’s cruelty.

His head was pressed against your chest, and you only chuckled, a few tones lower than your usual voice. You pet his head, sliding from the crown of your head to his neck, just to put it back up, and repeat that move over and over again. You closed your eyes, and a closed-lipped smile appeared in your features, forgetting the upcoming Games. He needed you to be strong for him, and today, you’d protect him from whatever threat lurked behind the dark corners “I promise” you gave him an oath with the very intention to keep it.

The victors sat across from them looking at the two Tributes. Mags looked over at Finnick, and just repeated what you had just done, she placed her hand over his shoulder. She grabbed onto it tighter, her look reflected on his green eyes. Mags closed her lips and eyed him more intensely. Finnick’s frown was present, and he interlocked his eyes with his mentor. She gave him a small smile, and slightly nodded at her, reassuring she needn’t be as concerned about him.

Finnick played with his fingers as he watched the both of you. He just felt something break seeing the both of you, like the only line that kept him sane, was suddenly cut and he fell to a dark abyss, one filled with the monsters he dreams about. He gulped down hard. And something in him wished for your empathic arms to wrap around him. He for once wanted to feel small and well taken care of, he wanted your words to help him cope at night. But he regretted how that could be disturbing for eyes of others, he was your mentor, and you were a Tribute who was most likely going to die soon anyway. He lamented just then, just how many souls, as clean as the white feathers of doves, would be taken for the Capitol’s entertainment.

Mags kept her gaze on the child she had started to consider her only son. She felt troubled over him, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty she couldn't erase his fragile and hurt soul.

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Second, the next chapters are going to be DEEP, like a lot of emotional turmoil, so ye, be prepared.

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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Switched Sides - End || Lloyd Hansen

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

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In the warm sunlight with the birds chirping in the peaceful morning. Inside the bedroom, there are two people on the bed. They were still sleeping since they were exhausted from last night's activity.

Lloyd woke up first while you were still lying beside him. It’s rare. If this happened a year ago, you wouldn’t still be here. You would leave in a second after you use his body. It never crossed your mind about relationships since you prefer to be alone.

That’s why he still didn’t believe you could be a parent.

You're the most daredevil person he has ever known. You're not afraid of death.

If there's a reaper in front of you, you probably asked the angel of death, "What took you so long?"

That's why you're the deadliest hitman at the agency. The code name Antarctica fits you. When you were on a mission, your expression never changed. You are cold and deadly. You're not afraid of anything since you have nothing to lose. When you left, everyone felt the differences. Even the head of the agency was regretful for letting you go.

This is the reason why he approached you. The agency wants you to come back.

Lloyd thought it would be easy, but when he saw you, Mark, and Kendall together, he realized it would be difficult.

He sighed heavily, his hand gently stroking your back, and then he kissed your forehead. "Do you like your nephew that much?"

After he said those words, you suddenly open your eyelid and look at him. Lloyd swore he almost got a heart attack.

“Yes, I do.”

You would go crazy if something ever happened to them.

Because you realize your nephew is the reflection of your brother. Every little thing that Mark and Kendall do it's the same as your brother. The way they sleep, eat and get angry.

You didn't realize you missed your brother that much until the last time you saw him lifeless inside the casket. The little brother who always followed you around never complained when you could only give him a boiled pumpkin for lunch and dinner.

Back then, both of you were poor, and you worked on child labor at the farm. The farm owner always gave you any vegetable before it turned rotten. The only veggies that could fulfill your hunger were pumpkin. And the habits stayed. One time on the mission, you and Lloyd were hiding in the safe house. The location was the city's outskirts, and it was near the farm. Living near the farm brings you back. You didn’t realize you ate a lot of pumpkins until Lloyd pointed that out.

You and your brother didn't have a good childhood. Since you can't return the time, you want to give Mark and Kendall the best childhood.

"I've been living my life like a walking corpse. It doesn't matter to me if today or tomorrow will be my last day."

Being a hitman, you need to kill your feelings and emotions.

But you regained both when you saw Mark and Kendall at your brother's funeral. The way Mark protects his baby brother is the same as when you were kids. Suddenly, you remembered when you and your brother could only be silent when the parents were fighting and arguing.

You don't want that memory to happen again.

That's why you volunteered to be the guardian for Mark and Kendall. You want to provide them with the best childhood.

"I do love them. They're the reason why I want to wake up and live every day."

When Lloyd heard that, it confirmed his guess. You’re not coming back. He wants to say he doesn’t like it, but you’ve made your choice.

He lifted the blanket and then stood up from the bed. "Let's go. Bruno had left me hundreds of messages."

You were taken aback seeing him being disappointed. It seems like you made a mistake. But you don't know why.

Both of you walk together to your apartment. When you arrived at the building, Lloyd whispered to your ears, "The stalker has been following us. I'll get him."

You didn't feel threatened. "Don't do anything. Meet me at the park once you get him."

Lloyd nodded and left.

The moment you arrived at your apartment, Bruno opened the door. Heartbreak crossed his arms. "You're late."

You shrugged your shoulders. "We got a surprise attack last night."

"Bullshit. You spend the night with him."

You scoffed and headed into the room. You saw your nephew drawing on the kid's table.

"I hope they're not trouble you."

"They're good kids."

Mark and Kendall were used to babysitting. Their father works as a detective and always goes home late at night.

"Where's Lloyd? I thought you came here together."

You got closer to Bruno and whispered, "He noticed I have a stalker, so he went to catch him."

"Oh. We noticed that."

You raised your eyebrows. "We?"

Bruno clicked his tongue. The secret finally got out. He went to the coffee machine to make coffee. "Well the reason why we came here is to bring you back to the agency."

He poured the coffee into the glass. "I'm not supposed to say this, but he missed you."

"Lloyd?"

"Well, both of you are the best duo and could finish a difficult mission in a short time without being stabbed or getting shots. Since you left, he chose to work alone."

'Ring.'

A phone call from Lloyd: "I've found him. It's just a kid."

"A kid?" You thought you heard wrong. You immediately ran to the park.

When you arrived, you saw Lloyd sitting on the bench while the other person kneeled.

Lloyd noticed you. "I think you should talk to him."

You looked at the kid who was wearing an oversized hoodie. No wonder why you don't feel threatened. He's just a teenager.

You got closer and leaned down "Why did you follow me?"

The teenager lifted his face to look at you. "I want to apologize to you and the kids."

"Me? Why?"

"It's because of me the detective got exposed with the drugs and he lost his life. I'm so sorry." He bowed his head to the ground.

You have learned about your brother's death. He was investigating the drug case, and he met the drug addict. When he went to one location, he was exposed to fentanyl and inhaled it. He got overdosed, and the help arrived late.

The teenage sobbing, "I got sent to rehabilitation, and when I got out, I wanted to apologize, but I'm too scared to face you. It's because of me the kids lost their father.

When you hear his explanation, you want to punch him. But you can't do it. Your brother would be disappointed. The reason why he joined law enforcement is to help people.

You squared down at the same level as him. "Stop feeling guilty. At least you apologize and admit your mistakes. You have stopped doing drugs, too. My brother would be proud of your effort."

After you said those words, you could see the teenage face brighten up a bit. Seems like your words ease his burden. He is still young and has much time to fix his life.

You share an encouragement to the teenager before you and Lloyd go back to the apartment.

While walking together, he grabbed your hand. "That was disappointing. I was expecting you to gage his eyes out and pull his finger nails."

You giggled. "If I were still a hitman, I would do it. But now, I must be a good role model for my nephew."

Lloyd hummed and kept walking.

You notice him sulking; he could be childish sometimes. "I'm sorry, Lloyd. I'm going to stay."

Lloy stopped his foot."I understand."

You were silent until you said, "But I will be here for you, and they like you."

Lloyd stopped again. But this time, he looks at you with a smile. "Don't use them to get me."

"Mister Hansen!"

Lloyd heard the familiar voice. He looked up front and saw Mark running towards you while Bruno carried Kendall.

With his little leg, Mark runs faster than he holds Lloyd's legs.

Lloyd looked at you and sighed. "I'll come and visit when I have the time."

5 years later.

"Left, right, left, right."

"More passion, more energy."

Three males are running together. They're jogging at the same pace.

Lloyd in the middle, Mark on his right, and Kendall on his left. This jogging is for Kendall. He's joining the marathon for this year.

His cancer treatment went well, and his body accepted all the medicine. He became cancer-free when he was five years old.

"Always keep your pace, and be confident at the race Kendall."

Kendall looked up and nodded. "Okay, Dad."

Lloyd hummed happily when he heard that. It never occurred to him would be called by that name.

It happened after he put the ring on your finger. After three years, he decided to retire from being a hitman and join you.

The four of you became a complete family. It's quick for Kendall to call Lloyd as dad, but Mark doesn't. He still calls him uncle or mister. But if he mentioned Lloyd with his friends or teacher, he would "I will ask my dad first."

After the training, three of them go home. When they opened the door, a delicious aroma filled their nose.

They saw a variety of food plates on the dining table.

Lloyd is always greeted with this warm picture after he marries you.

You were putting a spoon of sugar into the pot when you saw them, "You guys got back early."

Mark unties his shoelace. "The sky darkened, and it's going to start raining. Mister Hansen doesn't want mud on his shoes."

Lloyd shook his head; he ruffled Mark's hair. "You and your brother go take a shower before eating."

"Okay." Both of them answered together and ran to their room.

After the kids were gone, Lloyd joined you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt his mischievous gaze before he kissed you.

You never thought you could have this life before you didn't want anything. This was before you met your brother again, and Lloyd suddenly appeared by helicopter.

The moment they appear, your dull life turns to bright. You weren't prepared, but with them, you could do anything. The world is yours, and you're not alone in it. It's a gift, a blessing, the best gift of all. And it's yours to keep.

-The End-

Thank you so much for reading and following the series. I know the ending seems rushed, it's because I have no more idea how to continue the story.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Last Chapter.

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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All of my work is 18+

𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐

Wasted Years (What happens when you’re in love with your childhood best friend but you’re both famous•Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Actress!Reader)

Beast of Burden (What happens when your hot werewolf mate is a fuckboy•Fuckboy!Werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader•Strangers to lovers)

Unmistakable (What happens when Eddie comes back from the upside down and only has eyes for you•Vampire!Eddie Munson x fatedmate!reader•Strangers to friends to lovers)

Plagued (What happens when your bestfriend forgets to pick you up and you end up flayed•Eddie Munson x bestfriend!flayed!reader)

Quiet

Don’t Mess With Time (What happens when you mess with time and fate?•A series of standalone stories)

You Found Me

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍

Miles Behind Me (What happens when Eddie is missing for years but then you find him•Eddie Munson x fem!reader•Exes to lovers)

Don't Fear The Reaper (What happens when there’s a ghost that only Eddie can see•Eddie Munson x fem!oc•Strangers to lovers)

Where Is My Mind? (What happens when you slowly start losing your mind•Eddie Munson x fem!reader•Almost-Strangers to lover)

To The Moon and Back (What happens when an alien spaceship lands on your farm•Alien!Eddie x farmer!reader•Strangers to lovers)

The Shortcut (What happens when you’re a lonely ghost in a graveyard and meet Eddie•Lonely!Eddie Munson x Lonely!Ghost!Reader)

The Three Exes of Eddie Munson (What happens when your name is put in a magazine with your rockstar exes other exes•Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Doctor!Reader)

And You Let Her Go (What happens when your bestfriend dumps you for his new girlfriend•Hurt/no comfort)

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anthurak · 8 months

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Okay, so I want to talk more about the new Crescent Rose that we’re seeing in the RWBY x JL trailer.

Because it’s not just that this CR is a ‘basic’ scythe as opposed to the tricked out, transforming, ‘it’s also a gun’ version seen in the main series. When you look closely, despite the more flashy touches like the curved blade, this is clearly meant to not just be a ‘basic’ scythe, but an actual traditional harvesting scythe. It has the notable handle on one side, a wooden shaft and even a small pitchfork on the end of the grip.

This design is meant to evoke the look of a scythe as a farming tool as much as a weapon.

And given Ruby’s history, her association with Death symbolism and RWBY’s general use of fairy-tale motifs, I think this is REALLY interesting.

Like this is giving me ‘Bill Door taking up farming and battling New Death with his harvest scythe’ in Reaper Man vibes and I love that.

It’s impossible to say how much actual relevance this may or may not have in the special, but I think it’s a super cool detail for Ruby’s character.

#rwby #rwby x justice league #Ruby Rose #rwby rambling #Crescent Rose #rwby analysis #silver eyed warrior death symbolism #mild discworld vibes

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yomogi-mogi-mochi · 6 months

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Beloved Gift (Beloved Thy Name II)

Parings: Lilia x Dullahan MC

Summary: Triumphing over your siblings on the human farm situated in the far corners of Briar Valley, you are implanted with the essence of the Tree of Eternity, gaining unmatched abilities in regeneration. When your Warden finds that the experiment is a success, you are promptly sold to the fae army as a weapon of destruction‒ a position you answer to with animal violence, much to the content of your handlers and the fae army, who name you Dullahan, after the myth of the headless reaper. When you come across the infamous Lord Lilia, great commander of the Fae army‒ he takes you under his wing, gifting you morsels of peace even with death on the horizon. You are simply taken with the sweet songs and sugary words which fall from his mouth‒ echoing them in the heart in your chest that did not feel like yours. Angst but happy/sweet ending bc if I get no comfort I'll implode

(Part II To Beloved Thy Name, can be read as standalone but will make more sense if you read the first part)

Domestic bliss, talks of death, reminders of war- your typical baby-acquiring journey in the Twisted Wonderland World. MC/Reader is based off of Dullahan like the first part.

TW: Mentions of human experimentation and manipulation (neither is enacted by twst characters), war, and death. Mostly domestic bliss though but a twinge of angst

GN Terms for MC

AO3 Link Here // Part I Here (AO3 Link)

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“Are we really going to take this child in? Young master will surely‒ ”

You gesture towards the human child, swaddled and sound asleep in your partner's arms. Small was all you describe it as, if not‒ fragile. Such things were not allowed to grow past their frailty at the farm, so to see its breath swell and fall in its impossibly tiny chest filled you with anxiety, dread‒ the kind which placed your body far from that small, small body, lily pure so long that you did not meet with it. Instead of resting your hands near your sides, ready to unsheathe the blade at a moment’s notice, you opt to keep them tucked into your chest, feeling the leathers of your armor squeak against the friction. Distance, you remind yourself in every way possible. It would be the only thing that would keep your hands from polishing the memories of violence that ran vivid like the blood under your skin.

“We can’t possibly leave him here in this crumbling castle. It’s far too dangerous.” Lilia flashes a smile. “Malleus would be delighted to have a curious little thing around.”

The grip on your arm tightens, you feel nauseous being next to the fair haired thing. "We don’t know the first thing about raising a human. What if we- “

“Well…If you say. I guess we can just leave him here. Alone.” Lilia turns on his heels, leaving the crying child to his devices. Your stomach turns at this‒ your eyes flicker to the crumbling integrity of the castle, the bleeding prussian blue that darkens the skies.

“Wait!” Your partner turns around before your hand even meets his shoulder. A sly smile dipped on his lips, he listens. “I’m just…not sure this is a good idea.”

“Why not? You’ve been so good with Malleus as a child. A human baby can’t be any worse than a fire-breathing dragon fae, can they?”

“Young master is a prince. This is close. Too close.” You attempt to reason. “Humans are so fragile. They get sick, they break‒ everything you do to them is damage. And might I remind you who I‒”

“Ah, you fret too much dear‒ you’re human, you’ve made it this far. How hard could it be with this little thing?” He was already pressing his face closer into the swaddle‒ there was no reasoning with him when he had already made a decision.

You sigh. The distant calls of your name seem to close in on you‒ creeping a lover’s breath away from your neck. Dullahan. You keep your distance as he carries it all the way home, bathes it, feeds it milk that night, and tucks it in next to him in your shared bed. You opt for the floor, as you did before when you lived in your Warden’s quarters.

“What will we do about tomorrow? You must report to the castle and I must do the same.”

Lilia smiles, you know the way one of the corners of his lips curve a certain way to show something you both relish and dread. Mischief. “I’ve already sent a message about you being sick for the rest of the week‒ and look at these books I’ve borrowed from Baul on human child care!” He points to the large stack of books on the windowsill, a tired looking raven tucked next to it. Ah. That’s what that was all about. He gives you a firm thumbs-up. “You’ll be fine!”

Burrowing your face into your hands, you groan‒ the infant responds to the noise you made, reaching his small hands towards your face from the bed. You lift it to see his aurora eyes, gleaming with innocence.

“See? He already likes you.”

So, your day ends and begins, unusually‒ with a silver haired baby.

You keep your distance from it for the first hour, hour and a half‒ afraid to touch or break it.

Then it cries, it cries and cries and cries. Its energy is endless it seems, as he shows the pink of his throat for hours and hours. You try everything‒ bouncing him up and down like the books say, giving him milk and warm food. Still, he is restless in his vengeance it seems, and everything you give to him he cries and slaps from your hands. You spend at least half an hour cooking down some apples to make him a sweet treat, maybe with some of those ginger snap cookies Lilia liked. He throws them across the room as soon as they’re in his reach, and you falter at the thought of having to do dishes and still somehow calm him.

You realize you’re at the end of the rope when you start making funny faces at him in an attempt to entertain him, or at least cease the crying. Still, the screaming, the kicking, the sobbing.

“What do you want little one? Please‒ I don’t understand what you need‒ just‒ just tell me!”

He continues to cry despite the tears welling in your own eyes, you crouch to his level and get nose to nose with his sobbing. He begs to be released from the small chair you fashioned for him to see if that would stop the screaming‒ but even at floor level, he cries and cries, babbling at your feet.

“I am sorry I cannot provide what you wish for‒ I don’t understand. Is there something I’m missing?” You pull at the root of your hair with one hand while on the floor. You crouch inwards into yourself. “Please, please, please. What am I doing wrong?”

Two knocks at the door‒ you’re filled with hope‒ Lilia, at last. He would be better suited for this job than yourself. Than Dullahan.

“Lilia asked for me to bring some treats…Is that the child?”

“Young Master.” You bow quickly, attempting to raise your tired voice over the incessant screaming. “I apologize for Lili’a behavior. I would have gone myself, I just‒” You look at the darkness beginning to overtake the sunset filtering through the windows, the mess of the kitchen, the floor, the table, the bed. Everywhere‒ a proof of your failure.

“I have no excuse for this mess. I‒” You look at the angry red streaks running down the plush skin of the child, guilt rising inside of you. “I have failed the task Lilia has given me. I apologize.”

The majesty sets down the basket of fruits on the table, brushing away the crumbs that sat upon it. “I had an empty slot in my schedule, and I was curious about this human child.” He sits, smiling. “To whom is the great Dullahan apologizing to?”

The name brushes the nape of your neck. It’s so real that you rub your palm against it, attempting to soothe it somehow, like salves against a burn. “Oh I…” Your mind spins, you remember you haven’t eaten at all today.

“Your apology is unnecessary. But I must say, I’ve never heard you so desperate before.” He chuckles. You press your lips into a straight line, embarrassed that he heard your small meltdown before entering the house. “May I?” He points to the child, now in his cradle, still bawling.

“Of course. I beg you to heed my warning‒ he is very fussy, he does want anything you give him.”

He remains silent, but reaches his slender hands to the child‒ brushing a small sliver of hair from his forehead before he envelops the bundle in his arms. His cries simmer to babbles, and he reaches his tear streaked face towards your majesty, reaching his hands to his face. His face flowers with joy, and for the first time in the day, you feel somewhat relaxed.

Still, you worry. "Please be careful your majesty. Humans are quite weak, fragile. You understand how it is.”

Malleus bounces the child softly in his arms. "You talk as if you and this child are not of the same species. He’s only a younger version of your kind, is he not?”

You swallow your breath, fold your hands into each other. "Young master‒ I am different, but the same. The tree of eternity lives within me, I am built much stronger than the average human.” You gesture to the babbling child in his arms. “This one‒ he’s just a little human. They all break easily but children especially so.”

When you rake through your memories, it does not give you mercy at the slightest. Mothers, fathers, children‒ you never brought down a blade to them‒ but the soldiers you slashed through like wheat‒ they had families too, didn’t they. You’re sure your hands would find the shape of that violence easily as you hacked through everything else, that instinct to survive doesn’t fade as quickly as they do scars, flickering with a will of its own. You look to the crescent shaped blades displayed on the wall to make sure they are not by your sides once more, finding your name‒ and your purpose. Dullahan, they seem to call to you.

“You were this small once?”

A small smile curves onto your lips. “Once, but I do not recall much.” Anyone who had preserved you in that shape through memory and mind had been killed by the farm‒ whether it was through the grueling training and starvation, or your will to survive. “Humans grow much quicker than fae because our lives are not as long. We are not this small for long, we do not remember much about our first years.”

“Fascinating…human lives are that short?”

“Yes. Human lives are not long lasting. We all die eventually, of course, but human lives turn to dust quicker than you can imagine. This child will die one day…” The soft glow of the amber embedded in you aches. “As will I. And we will leave those like you behind. I apologize for that.” Baul, Malleus, Lilia. A day will come when your heart can no longer keep with the thing inside of you. Then, you will fade in their memories‒ lost. Again.

“And to whom is the mighty Dullahan apologizing to?” His majesty reaches a gentle hand towards the child, shifting the tufts of diamond locks from the child’s face.

“I am…” Something inside your chest feels like it's falling, and you inhale hastily as if to gasp for air. Death. You had always known it, being surrounded by it, and being its conductor with every violent swing of the blade. It was never any attachment to life that you felt had been lodged in every moment of that animal brutality, but survival. To come out of everything alive. What was the difference between life and alive, again? Lilia had taught you the words, pointing to the two while you circled them in pink, as you rolled the remaining sweetness from the barley candy he had given you earlier in your mouth.

“I am apologizing to you, young master. For I cannot accompany you for all of your life, it seems.”

“Will the essence of eternity not keep you alive?”

“Not forever. We humans will not ever come close to your intimacy with eternity. We’re dying every second, peeling off layer and layer until we are nothing but dust. Then, those who remember us die, and we are lost forever.”

"The purpose of a name is not to be a prison. It is a hand we reach out in the darkness that echoes against our form, and from there we are able to distinguish the existence of ourselves. Without it, we are formless, we are lost."

Love seemed so much easier with Lilia. Perhaps it was that promise of eternity. Even if you succumb to an eternal sleep, he lives, on and on. Selfish, you think. You swallow that feeling deep down.

“That’s a shame. I rather enjoy your company, (Name).”

You bow. “It is an honor, young master.”

He motions you to rise, handing you the child once more. “Why won’t you call me by my name‒ Lilia does so. Your histories with me are equally long‒ and I’ve permitted it before, encouraged, even.”

A smile dips into your features. “Young master, I mean no offense.” The child begins bubbling with tears, and you grip your own arm, squeezing the flesh below the leather. You’re truly not fit for this. “This distance is necessary. I would not ever wish to hurt you.”

The child fusses once more, wriggling out of Malleus’ embrace. You offer your hand, and he simmers down once more, like the watery look of his eyes meant nothing.

“Is that what you wanted? To be held?” You realize.

“I’m sorry. My hesitation caused you a lot of pain and suffering. It’s not supposed to be that way, is it?” His eyelids dip dowards, flickering. He soon falls asleep in your arms. “I’m not suited for this, am I?”

“I’m very sorry it had to be me.”

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The next day is better, you attribute it to Malleus’ abilities, the lullaby he sings in honor of his mother‒ something familiar, warm, alive. The two of you go out to the forest, and you chuckle at the way he reaches towards every flower, every fairy that dances in the air, every leaf that blows in the wind. You press a flower to his mouth, and one in your own.

"Honeysuckle. Lilia taught me that word, it's sweetness. And now I'll teach it to you."

The baby babbles again, reaching for another tuft of the flowering bush. You pick one with your fingers and let him take it from your hands to suckle the sugary sap again.

"Hm. It doesn't seem you're one for words. That's alright, neither was I. I can teach you more."

His small cheeks rise with that, flushed a perfect pink, reaching towards your face again.

“I thought I would find you here.”

You’re startled for a moment, squeezing the bundle in your arms, before you relax into Lilia’s gaze.

“When did you…”

“Just now. I remembered you liked to always take me here to harvest the flowers for honey. And I always burned it when you weren’t looking.” He chuckles.

You laugh with him, always. “I remember. I won’t let you near that kitchen again. Or a pot or pan for that matter.”

“You wound me, beloved.” Your heart soars at his words. “How is the little one?”

You sigh a bit, but keep the bittersweet smile curved onto your features. “He cries, a lot. Like Young Master always had. He needs to be held all the time.” His small eyes flicker towards a passing butterfly. “Oh‒ and he likes honeysuckle. I’ve taught him the word today.”

“Hm. He doesn’t seem that much for words yet‒”

“That’s what I thought a moment ago, but neither was I.”

“Neither were you.” He says fondly. A breathy laughter from the two of you follows.

“Shall we walk?” He reaches a hand towards you, and you take it.

A moment or two of peace pass‒ but the quiet brings you back to your conversation with Malleus.

“Will the essence of eternity not keep you alive?”

“Not forever.”

“Lilia, how long do your kind live?”

He laughs a bit at your question. “A couple of centuries. A thousand years, and even more on the longer end. Why are you asking me such silly questions? You’ve been with me this whole time.”

“I…” You hesitate. Distance, that is your impulse. But the desire to be closer to him floods with that thought. “I feel the power of this essence growing weaker every day. I don’t know how long…”

You don’t look to his expression, but you feel his surprise. “I see.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence, until you see the cliff the two of you always frequented, the apple trees dipping their fruit in the skies near your heads. The sun kisses the land, enclosing you in its fading warmth.

You reach towards the velvet hills, and the gossamer warmth that blankets over them. You imagine they roll through this earth eternally, enveloping the world in the warmth of soil and sun. You break the silence.

“Doesn’t love feel easier this way, Lilia?” You hold the child higher in the air, letting him a wider expanse to the brilliance in front of you, ever extending, eternal.

He smiles, like always. “You’re easy to love.”

“I mean love, in general. It’s hard for me to remember I am here, alive. But when I remember this eternity, one that stretches far beyond me‒ my love for you, and perhaps this little one as well‒ propels me forward. I feel like I could love everything. Devour the earth and the skies.”

You sit, a bit embarrassed from your outburst, but Lilia seems in a better mood, leaning against your form when you place yourself next to him on the lush grass.

“You still have time?”

‘As much as this thing inside of me allows.” The amber flickers. “I feel it growing weaker everyday.”

He thinks for a moment, you see the contemplation wash over his face like a cool shadow. He looks beautiful this way‒ in every way he’s taught you, and you can’t help but to stare. “How about love?”

It surprises you. “What about it?"

“How about your love for me‒ will you still have it?”

A way to describe eternity. Poets, bards, and artists have tirelessly tried. “If I could harvest the moon and put my love in its place, I would.”

“You haven’t changed one bit.” He snickers, flickering his flushed face to the skies. “Then. Time is all I need. I have your love, and I have you here right now.”

The baby babbles, sounding out pieces of Lilia’s laughter, and yours. Your dearest smiles, sweeping a snowy lock curled onto his forehead.

"What should we call him?"

You think, pressing your fingers on top of Lilia's which rests on the baby's head. His glassy eyes look up at you, rounded and polished with their innocence. Silver. You think. His hair, his eyes, his laugh, his warmth.

Beautiful‒ "it means something shines in your eyes and you love it‒ even if it burns". His hair and the tint of his eyes catch the light in a radiant way, flaring in an aurora of colors. Silver. Silver. You sound out in your head, imagine calling to it in your own voice, then Lilia’s‒ taking shape, finding its small body in the bundle in your arms.

"I think Silver. Simple, but fitting."

"Hello, little Silver." Lilia reaches a finger to the small of Silver's hand, he wraps the finger with the warmth of his skin. "Nice to meet you, call me father." He shakes it up and down. "Beloved, it's your turn."

You chuckle, reaching a finger to him as well, which he softly grasps between the plush of his palms. You feel a heartbeat moving delicately under his flesh. "Nice to meet you, fair Silver." You do the same as Lilia, up and down. "Call me (Name). The name is a gift from your father, and it will be a gift from you as well‒ if you will call me by it.”

The heat of the sunset cools, the fireflies beginning to wane in and out, flickering their light across the hills like stars. Lilia envelopes your hand in his own, sharing his warmth from his heart to yours. Love seems easy.

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cappycapital · 2 months

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Slugcats based off of one of my DnD Parties

I think they're real silly

To me The Haunted is a purposefully made slugcat to remove dangerous predators from its iterators tower- But got fucking SLIGHTED by those yellow fucks and goes on a whole campaign to track down the queen of the yellow lizard hivemind

The Strawmans campaign has them semi-mindlessly wandering around farm arrays until they reach Karma 10 (that O symbol with the X through it), to which they are able to go and speak with other iterators and get some weird advice from them or something, you also cannot communicate with Echoes.

The Gamblers campaign has them losing a bet to the current Scavenger leader and having to retrieve a particularly valuable Data Pearl from the innards of an iterator. During this escapade however he gets infected with Rot, which will basically be what replaces Cycles for his campaign, and each hibernation removes an amount of rot, you can then either bring the pearl back to the scav leader or bring it to another iterator who will remove your rot and direct you to ascention

The Doe's campaign starts waaaaaay back, and you spawn at Journeys end, your goal as a slugcat is to try to enlighten other animal species and unify them in peace, ones you successfully tame you can bring back to your slugcat tribe and that is how you gain Karma.

The Reaper is sorta like Anti-Saint and spawns in a box in Sliver of Straws old body, the lands are extremely desolate after Saints rampage, and you instead do the duty of destroying the echoes, eventually ending with destroying saint's echo

#art #myart #digital #character design #original character #dungeons and dragons #dnd #rain world slugcat #rain world #rain world fanart #rainworld #rw #rw slugcat #slugcat

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dilatorywriting · 9 months

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Just wanna say I love your writing (I'm not good at compliments so you'll have to bear with me 😭) it's cute and funny and so freaking witty always has me smiling like an idiot at my phone and I always come back to read all your series even tho I always say series are too long for me yours are just paced perfectly and so enticing and captivating, if your writing was a person I'd be down on one knee with a ring (that probably costs one of my kidneys)

I love your monsters and mayhem series because despite being x reader AND fantasy it was so immersive which is probably so difficult to pull off, I loved the malleus one because it felt you had his character down to every detail and also so fucking hot omg.

I loved your rook one cus he's so goofy but also so scary and that's just so rook of him he's a perfect grim reaper fr it's such a cute au and also rook is so fucking hot brrr

I loved your vil one cus him as a Siren is so perfect and also so the way he shows care so so subtlety. And on top of that it's so creative and probably such a challenge to make reader deaf and you do an amazing job at it I salute u and siren vil is so fucking hot shsgbsjshsgaj

I don't remember much about the Leona one it's been so long since I read it I wanna re-read it, also love the idea of a curse and having a farm cottage MY. MIDIEVAL. DREAMMM. y'know Leona is always so fucking hot (he's my fav)

I love the shovel talk cus no matter how many times I read it still hilarious and the monster fucker lines I'm always left crying about it lmao if I were to have a friend we'd definitely fight about it like that and also Leona getting scared off after that one line I nearly died

I love pity party cus i just love that trope trying to ask someone out and they world is just against it 😭 reader out here going to war just to ask their crush out. is this why no one invites malleus, cus the universe just won't allow it

I could just go on and on but I'm gonna stop myself here have a nice day mwah and take care, drink some water

I don't even know what to say, my dude. This is all so, amazingly, heart warmingly sweet and thoughtful. My poor, black heart is just melting today because of you people. How dare. Gonna go curl up in a corner and Squeal About It

💚

#Asks

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Master List part 2 (WIP)

( if see any posts not on this list please DM me the link I will add it)

Key

⭐: original(mostly written by me)

🌹: smut

🔪: yandere

🍷: some kink cw

🧨:darker Cw's and Tw's

Submas +Volo

Ingo

Virgin Warden🌹⭐

Alpha primal ingo🌹🍷🧨

Yan!ingo giveing s/o aphrodisiac ⭐🌹🍷🔪

Jealous W!Ingo pussy slapping🌹⭐

Subby alpha ingo⭐🍷🌹

Ingo sneaks into your room while you're sleeping⭐🔪🧨🌹🍷

Priest!ingo stealing his brother's wife🌹⭐🍷🔪🧨

Sub!ingo with his bunny⭐🌹

Stuck with Yandere!Warden Ingo ⭐️🌹🔪

Ingo with Neko!reader Hcs⭐️

Warden!Ingo breeding (Trans ftm reader)🌹⭐️🍷

Ingo a breeding kink🌹⭐🍷

Emmet

Emmet fucking his rival🌹⭐🍷

His rival fucking him🌹⭐🍷

Feral Alpha! Emmet🌹⭐🍷

Twins

Twins with introvert/physically affectionate reader⭐

Pinning for you⭐

Poly relationship+Elesa 🌹🍷⭐

s/o on their period⭐

Twins with small reader🌹🍷⭐

Emmet slapping your pussy 🌹⭐

Au idea: villain submas🌹⭐🍷

Villain au: twins reaction to a new hero instead of reader⭐

Twins cock drunk⭐🌹🍷

No nut November twins ramble⭐🌹

Volo

Volo sneaks into your room while you're sleeping 🌹⭐🔪🧨

Tarzan!Volo⭐🧨🍷

SM/USUM

Nanu

Alpha!Nanu hcs🌹🍷⭐

Alpha!Nanu-Pushing him to his limit🌹🍷⭐

Stalker!Nanu🔪🌹⭐🧨

Incubus!Nanu🌹⭐🔪🧨

HGSS

Morty Headcannons sfw & nsfw⭐🌹🍷

B&W

Colress experimenting on reader(old post)⭐🌹🍷

Colress Uno reverse getting experimented on( old post)⭐🌹🍷

X&Y

Alpha!Siebold⭐🌹🍷

SWSH

Kabu

Pussydrunk! kabu🌹⭐🍷

Multiple

Galar men having audio accounts⭐🌹🍷

Pokemen reaction to pillow princess S/o⭐🌹🍷

Paldea men having gwa accounts🌹🍷⭐

HasselxreaderxBrassius poly mini🍷🌹⭐

BDSP&P/Hisui

Mer!Meli develops a crush on his savior⭐

Mer!meli his Crush comes back (part 2)⭐

Cyllene

Cyllene breaks your back⭐🌹🍷

ORAS

Maxie

Maxie General romantic head cannons⭐

Vampire!Maxie Hcs

ScVi

Brassius

Yan!brass hcs ⭐🔪🌹

Hassel

Pegging hassel⭐🌹

Rika

Daddy Kink!Rika fucs u wth strap⭐🌹🍷

Rika&afab reader period headcannons⭐

Jacq

Nsfw hcs⭐🌹🍷

Larry

Larry using your body as stress relief⭐🍷🌹

Yan!Larry hcs⭐🔪🌹🍷

Larry hcs🌟🌹🍷

SDV

Shane

Shane hcs PART 2⭐🌹

Harvey

Harvey hcs⭐

Harvey patches you up ⭐️

Alex

Alex hcs⭐

Sebastian

Alpha! Seb⭐🌹🍷

Ocs

Silas The dragon 🐉

Marriage headcannons⭐🔪🌹

Never Escape, not with a baby in you🔪🧨🌹⭐

Rough fuck, use you like a fuck toy🔪⭐🍷🌹

Reading a book, thinking about you⭐🍷🌹🔪

Fell Dragon!Silas corruption🔪🧨🌹🍷

Cole the werewolf

Halloween22 Slasher!Cole⭐🧨🌹🔪

Daddy kink Cole⭐🌹🍷

Missing you⭐🌹🍷

Wolf Drider Salem 🕷

Halloween 22' Reaper!Salem headcannons⭐🍷🔪

Consensual non-con roleplay⭐🌹🧨

Zero the wasp hybrid🐝

Alpha zero thirst🌹🍷⭐

Human!Zero x Wasp!reader🌹⭐🍷🔪

Zero steals you away from the Beemas⭐🧨🔪🌹

Zero's picnic date⭐

Noah The Leopard MerShark 🦈

Date sfw hcs⭐

Virgin to Pussy drunk 🌹⭐

Halloween 22' nekomata!Noah🌹🔪🧨

Prof. Sterling 👓

Nsfw/sfw hcs🌹🍷⭐

My dream

Dom Sterling⭐🌹🍷

Fucking in the classroom⭐🌹🍷

The boys

Cat boys (All)⭐

Halloween final threesome🐝 👓⭐🔪🧨🌹🍷

Boys and their scent (All)⭐

Bug boys take care of you when you're sick🐝🕷️⭐

Ro's Au hoard

Beehive Submas #BeeGearStation

Tarzan!ingo, #Tarzaningo

Bull farm Au #Bullfarmau

Anon submissions

More Omega!Melli 🌹

Bully Melli hours🌹

Voodoo Doll submas part 1 prt2🌹

Villain submas reaction to other hero ⭐

Random shit

Birds of paradise harpies bfs⭐

The Ring of Lovers (fan scp)⭐🔪🍷

Dol fav LI call Out Post lol⭐🌹🧨

#new master list in the works #lolol ignore this post I just need a link

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Before the dusk

Kara Danvers X Male Reader

Request - Could you make a fluff story of Kara x male reader please (reader is one of Death's reapers who help guide souls to the afterlife) about them and their daughter trying to balance family with superhero work and they both train her to control her powers (reader gives her bracelets that restrict her Reaper powers like death touch, seeing and hearing the dead) and Kara seeing their daughter act like a mini clone of reader one example when their bored they lie on the ground just staring at the ceiling doing nothing

“Mom, when is dad coming?” Natasha asked.

“He will be here soon. He had to do something” Kara said.

“Mom, you have been married to dad since forever, you are still okay with him being a reaper,” Natasha said.

“It took a while to get used to. But I understood, why he has to do it. It can be hard to balance being a reaper and having a normal life” Kara said.

“Mom, having a normal life isn't in the cards for us. It took me a while to get used to having heat vision” Natasha said.

“Later, we will go see your aunt Alex and we will help you train,” Kara said.

Y/n appeared and he smiled at them. His daughter Natasha higher him.

“Sorry, I'm late. This couple was scared to move on to the other side” Y/n said.

“Did they go?” Kara asked.

“Yes, I had to comfort them. They were meant to be together in the afterlife. They trusted me and they moved on to the other side” Y/N said.

“That's good to know they will be together” Kara smiled.

Kara and Y/n have been married for years. Kara found out he works as a reaper because of a near-death experience. And Kara told him about being supergirl when she saved him. Years ago, Kara gave birth to their daughter Natasha, who is fifteen years old and has her parents’ powers. Y/n and is helping her not to panic when she sees spirits, death touch can be deadly and teleportation.

“Lets go shopping before the trees are gone” Y/n smiled.

They leave the house and Kara drives to a Christmas tree farm. They start to walk around looking at trees. It took a while for them to decide to pick a tree, but they finally found the perfect one.

“Dad, I see spirits,” Natasha said.

“Remember, not to panic. It will be okay” Y/n said.

Sometimes it can be hard for Natasha to tell people apart from spirits. Y/n gently rubs her back and she starts to feel calmer.

Before going home, they go to the mall to buy Christmas decorations. Kara and Y/n saw their daughter talk to her friends.

“Do you think, we would have been friends in high school?” Kara asked.

Y/n starts to think about it.

“Maybe, fifty-fifty,” Y/n said.

“You are probably saying that thinking I would haven't noticed you,” Kara said.

“Yeah, that's why. I think we would have been just friends and not dated. Because I remember you telling me, you had a crush on a friend in high school” Y/n said.

“It would have been interesting to see how you were in high school” Kara smiled.

“It would be embarrassing” Y/n smiled back at her.

Later, they start to buy Christmas ornaments, Christmas mugs, and clothes. They went home and start to decorate the tree and the house. Y/n had to go back to work while Kara and Natasha start to bake Christmas cookies.

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Alex is helping Natasha train in combat.

“I have to fight three at the same time?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, because sometimes fights won't be fair,” Alex said.

“The enemies don't fight fair and you have to be prepared for anything,” Y/n said.

“Remember, think fast,” Kara said.

Y/n used his magic to make his scythe appear in his hand. Now, they start to fight, and Alex tells Natasha how to block. Kara used heat vision but Natasha moved out of the way. Then Kara clapped her hands together and Natasha fell to the ground. But Y/n tapped his scythe on Natasha’s left arm then he said...

“You are dead,” Y/n said.

He tapped on her left arm and smiled.

“That sucks,” Natasha said.

Alex and Y/n helped Natasha stand up.

“That wasn't fun,” Natasha said.

“Training can't be fun all the time” Alex smiled.

Hours later, Y/n takes Natasha out for lunch. While Alex and Kara work together in the lab. Sometimes Y/n would take Natasha to help souls crossover, to help her understand how it is to be a reaper.

“Dad, she seems sad,” Natasha said.

“We have to comfort her, so she can crossover,” Y/n said.

“Or she will be stuck in limbo?” Natasha asked.

“Yes,” Y/n said.

Natasha watches her father comfort the sad girl.

“It will be okay,” Y/n said.

“I’m scared. I didn't want to die, they are still giving me CPR” The girl said.

The girl was in a car accident but didn't make it.

“I’m sorry. But you have to crossover,” Y/n said.

“What’s on the other side?” She asked.

“I don't know. It's different for everyone” Y/n said.

“You will feel safe and you will see the people you love,” Natasha said.

“I will see my grandparents? I missed them so much” She said.

“There’s the light. Only you can see what will happen. We can't go with you” Natasha said.

The girl is speechless and still feeling scared. Natasha hugged the girl and the girl starts to feel a little better.

“I see them,” She said.

“Keep going,” Natasha said.

“I hate what happened to me but thank you, I guess,” She said.

“It will be okay now you are with them. Accepting death is never easy” Natasha said.

Y/n and Natasha watched the girl go into the light and the light disappeared.

“You did good,” Y/n said.

“Thanks, dad. Can we go home?” Natasha said.

“Yeah, let's go home,” Y/n said.

They go home and Y/n is helping Kara cook dinner. After dinner, Y/n goes to Natasha’s bedroom and gave her a jewelry box and she opened it

“I like it” Natasha said.

“It’s a bracelet it will help you restrict your Reaper powers. Take it off and you can use your powers and it's waterproof and fireproof. It's the same thing as my ring, if you are ever lost I can find you because the bracelet has a tracker” Y/n said.

“Thanks, dad. Sometimes I feel bad for the souls” Natasha said.

“Me too, but whatever you chose to be I will always support you” Y/n said.

He put the bracelet on her wrist and he hugged her

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

Kara and Y/n are on a date. They are holding hands while skating on the ice rink, they are having a good time. Now, they sit down on the bench, Y/n moved closer to Kara.

“Y/n, remember the first day we met?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, I remember. Why?” Y/n asked.

“I still laugh about how we met,” Kara said.

“I was walking, you and Alex were having a snowball fight then I got hit in the face and you felt bad. Then I asked you out” Y/n said.

Y/n and Kara smiled at each other. Kara kissed him on the lips and Y/n can't stop smiling. Kara kissed him again and she gently caress his cheek.

“Let's get something to eat,” Y/n said.

“Yeah. Oh, I'm in the mood for potstickers” Kara smiled

“I knew it. But yeah, let's go” Y/n smiled.

“Yay!” Kara giggled.

In the restaurant, Kara is happy to eat potstickers. While eating, Kara did feed Y/n a potsticker then Y/n took another one from her plate.

“Wow, that is mean Y/n,” Kara said.

“It's not mean. You have a lot on your plate” Y/n said.

“And?” Kara said.

They laughed and continued to eat their dinner

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Kara got home from work and she noticed what they are doing. She walked into the living room

“Why are you two lying on the floor?” Kara asked.

“We are bored. So... We thought to lie down and look at the ceiling. What's for dinner, mom” Natasha said.

“So, you were bored and decided to lie down. Why not go outside?” Kara said.

“Too cold to go outside,” Y/n said.

“You two are so strange,” Kara said.

“What are we eating today?” Y/n asked.

“Spaghetti,” Kara said.

Kara walked away and heads to the kitchen, to start dinner. After dinner, they start to play board games as a family, and they are having fun.

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It's New year's Eve... Alex is helping Kara cook dinner, Natasha is playing with Esme and Y/n went to help a soul crossover then came back.

“Mom is dinner almost ready?” Natasha asked.

“It will be ready soon. I will be right back, we have to go save the city” Kara said

“I want to help too,” Natasha said.

“Not this time. You have to stay here” Y/n said

“Please let me help,” Natasha said.

“No. It's too dangerous, we don't want you to get hurt. We will be back soon” Y/n said.

“Okay, fine” Natasha said.

The city is under attack Kara and Y/n had to leave to save people. After saving the people, Y/n helped Kara to finish dinner and the chicken almost got burnt but Eliza saved it. After dinner, everyone sits by the tv and watches the countdown, Kara is sitting next to her husband and they are holding hands. Everyone started to count then seconds later they started to cheer and hug each other.

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