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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Something’s Wrong with Luca

Teddy and Lucas were the best of friends. For the past fifteen years, since Lucas' family moved to town from Argentina, the two were inseparable. In fact, Teddy could remember the very day that they met as if it had happened the day before. Sitting in the back row in homeroom, seventh grade, Ms. Posner's old cadaverous talons gripping the Argentine boy's shoulders as she presented him to the class... Lucas didn't speak English very well at the time, so few if any of the other kids were particularly interested in being his friend. In most of his classes, at least for the first few years, he had to have an aide to help him through his coursework; most of the other kids assumed he was stupid and quiet. But the moment he was sat next to Teddy, sharing that genuine smile, it sparked the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

As Lucas' english speaking continued to improve, Teddy discovered a goofy, funny, laid back kid who just wanted a friend. They weren't popular kids, passing on sports teams, drama club, music ensembles, art club... they spent their time playing in the woods, creating fantastical realms of pirates and kings, elves and dwarves. In their fantasy worlds, they were safe. They were away from the judging eyes of their peers where they could truly be themselves. And so on it continued for the better part of a decade. Upon graduation, they had grown into two wildly intelligent, albeit a bit awkward young men ready to tackle the world. Though, as Teddy went on to university to study literature, Lucas' family wasn't able to afford any of the colleges he'd been accepted to. Thus, for the first time in their lives, the two were separated. Teddy flew across the country to Virginia for college, and Lucas stayed behind to work in his father's mechanic shop.

Their new situations were polar opposite, though their communication and relationship never faded. At least once a week they would facetime, updating eachother on their lives. The dynamic was as solid as it ever was, until it wasn't.

One cold January evening, Teddy sat down for his weekly video call, excited beyond words to tell Lucas about the new PS5 he'd bought for them to play Rocket League together on weekends. Though as call after call went unanswered, he decided to call it a night and touch base with him the next morning. Though, as morning came and went, there was still no sign of Lucas. His social medias went without updates, Teddy's texts went entirely unanswered, the only news heard from him whatsoever was from his step brother who mentioned that he'd seen Lucas working hard at the shop and hitting the gym he'd frequented.

This was the first peculiar incident that Teddy had noted. He'd known Lucas for years and while he was a lot of things, athletic was NOT one of them. It'd always been them versus the meatheads, and it was not like him to even consider lifting so much as a five pound weight. They would joke about the stupid smelly brutes in the school gym, mindlessly picking heavy things up and putting them back down again for some sense of marginal achievement. Though this would be only the beginning of Lucas' odd behavior. Months went by, Teddy checking his Instagram every day looking for a single sign his friend was doing alright, until one day as he was scrolling, he saw it.

It was Lucas, though not the proud, stringy outcast he'd left behind. This Lucas was ripped, proudly posing shirtless in some fancy-looking room he had never seen before, a cocky smirk plastered on his sweet face. The caption read:

"Workout complete: who's gonna give me a tongue bath?" followed by a slew of hashtags. Teddy's face flushed white as snow. Who was this person? What happened to him? Tapping his icon, Teddy saw that Lucas had changed his screenname to Luca, and this thirst trap he'd posted was the first one in over four months. Unsure of how to approach this vastly different person, Teddy replied to the post with a simple shocked emoji and hit send. It didn't take long before his phone dinged with a message: it was from Luca.

L: "yo sorry I been afk bro. my cuz julio been visiting from buenos aires... so i been hangin wit him. wuts up bro"

Immediately, Teddy thought his phone had been hacked. Luca had spent years perfecting his english, almost to the point where he would have been a tutor in the writing center had he wanted to be one. His texts were always grammatic perfection, down to the last punctuation mark.

T: "Uh, that's fine. I didn't know you had a cousin? You never talked about him or anything."

L: "bruh i didnt know he existed til he showed up. hes dope af. showin me some pointrs at liftin n shit. been changin my life. you gotta meet him when you come back."

T: "Sure, Lucas. I would love to meet him. I should be back next week actually, the semester is almost over. Maybe we can play RL at my place!"

L: "hah i dont think hed be into that kinda stuff. you shud hit the gym wit us when we go, get that pump goin ykwim. you gon love him."

Teddy frowned, had Lucas changed that much in the span of a few months? It wasn't just the physical differences, it was his attitude, it was his style, it was the way he talked, it was just... all wrong.

T: "Lucas, are you okay?"

L: "never better man. its Luca btw. fits better i think"

With that last text, Teddy decided to leave him on read. Lucas... or Luca rather, wasn't one to drink or do illicit substances. Though aside from that, he couldn't think of any other explanation for this dramatic shift in his friend's entire personality. He resolved then and there to get to the bottom of this, and he would do so in person the following week.

Thus, as he finished his finals, packed his bags and flew back home, the singular thing on his mind was seeing Luca. Arriving home, he monotonously went through the motions of greeting his parents and step brother, anxiously fidgeting on the car ride back from the airport. He didn't even take time to unpack his bags. The moment his mom's car parked in his driveway, he'd politely excused himself to go meet up with Luca. Hopping on his bike, he left his visibly confused family in the dust, rushing to the mechanic shop downtown where Luca worked.

By the time he got there, the shop was closing up for the day. Teddy ditched the bike on the concrete and burst into the front office, startling the lady behind the desk. Panting and sweaty, he collapsed onto the front desk.

"Uhm... Is Lucas here?" He breathlessly choked out the words to the woman, who confusedly cocked her head to the left. "Oh, I guess it's Luca now?" This name evidently struck a chord, where she nodded and pointed to the back room where the lockers sat. Teddy thanked her and slowly walked toward the big grey door. Placing his hand on the cold steel handle, he closed his eyes repeating to himself hopes that the person behind the door was the same one he'd always known. As he pressed the handle down and pushed the door open, the wet, dank smell of ripe sweat poured out. There, sitting on the bench, taking off his beat up pair of steel toed work boots was a shirtless Luca, almost twice the size he had been before. Where he used to be 5'8 and 101 lbs soaking wet, this Luca was easily 6'4 and pure muscle. His biceps bulged as he yanked his boot from his massive foot, veins pulsating up and down his arms. That boyish face remained, albeit with a newfound twinge of cockiness that was entirely counter to the mousy, nervous expression Teddy had grown to love. The moment he looked up, Luca grinned from ear to ear, hopping to his damp, socked feet and rushing his long lost best friend, throwing his arms wide to embrace him.

"Teddy!" Luca's chiseled body collided with Teddy's, holding him tightly against his statuesque torso with his face pressed against his sweat-slick pecs. Teddy felt like a child now compared to his friend, now transformed into a complete stranger. "It's so good to see you, hermano!" A thick Argentine accent bellowed from his newly baritone timbre- one that had been all but lost in school, but now prominently flowed from his supple lips. Teddy pulled away sharply, taking a step back in shock. "Oh, ¿es el olor? My bad, mi cuate. Long day of hard work, right?" Luca laughed, raising his arm to take a deep whiff of his dripping pits. "Ahhh. You grow to like it, me entiendes?" His jovial demeanor quickly subsided as he saw the look of absolute shock on Teddy's face.

"Lucas... What the fuck happened to you?"

"It's Luca now, hermano. I told you. Still the same guy as before, just a lil different now."

"Yeah... different. You can say that again." Luca sighed as he plopped back down onto the bench, spreading his legs wide as he rubbed his face.

"Yeah. I get it, man. It's a lot to take in, verdad? I told you my cousin Julio was in town for a while?" Teddy sternly nodded, straining to contain his contempt for this sharp departure of personality. Luca looked downward. "Yeah, well. He was a lot different from the rest of mi familia. He was a proud Argentino hombre. He was okay with not having perfect english, he wasn't scared of bein' different or bein' looked down on. Someone looked sideways at him and they'd have a broken jaw, me entiendes? It... it was so fuckin' nice to have someone around like me who was cool and strong and proud... I always wanted to be someone like him, Teddy. Always." Teddy saw a different Luca before him. Yeah, he was different, he was the embodiment of the thirst-trapping, smelly jock bros they hated as kids. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, he saw the Luca he knew deep down.

"Luca, all those years of us being friends, being this close, you never told me that." His head hung low, running his hands through his sweaty locks.

"That's not the only thing I haven't told you, man."

"Luca, you can tell me anythi..." Luca threw his head straight up, staring Teddy straight in the eye before blurting out:

"TEDDY I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU!" The room fell silent. Both men sat there, not breaking eye contact, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Of course, someone had to be the one, and Luca sighed as he continued. "Mi amor, I have always loved you. Since day one. Lookin' at eachother in that old bat's class, I knew I wanted to be near you. With you. And it wasn't 'til Julio made me realize I should have fuckin' said somethin' that I let my balls drop and promised I would tell you. So yeah, man. I love you." Luca stood up abruptly, with a confidence entirely foreign to Teddy and towered above his infatuation. "And you know what? I think you love me too."

Teddy was gobsmacked. This was a revelation he wasn't prepared to address. Luca loved him? This cocky, jockish best friend of his loved him? More importantly, did he love him back? They stood there, waiting once again for the ice to be broken. Before long, Luca had turned around and began to pack his duffel bag, fearing he'd gotten the answer he was hoping to avoid. Yet, perhaps it was a moment of clarity, or even a moment of weakness, but something deep within Teddy surged up from his core out his mouth.

"I love you too." The quiet admission didn't go unnoticed, as Luca stopped everything he was doing and immediately turned around. "Yeah, I think I love you too Luca. You may be different now than you were, but all this time I couldn't stop thinking about you. How much I missed you, how I would have rather spent every single second with you than every moment of being out there without you." Luca smiled earnestly, slowly moving toward his cowering love. "And it made me scared and uncomfortable because I was terrified things were changing and I stayed the same. Seeing you like this this, you're doing what I could never do. You're growing, you're becoming the best version of yourself, and I didn't know if you'd even want to be around me anymore or if you'd be ashamed..." Teddy's groveling finally ended with Luca's lips firmly pressing against his, the stubble on his chin scratching against Teddy's smooth skin. His inhibitions melted away, Teddy allowed himself to fall into the sweaty stud's firm hold, wrapped in a warm sticky embrace.

"Do you wanna to be your best self then, mi amor?" Luca whispered so gently, as if his words were caressing the ear. Breathless, Teddy could only nod as he allowed his endorphins to take over. "Julio showed me how. Do you trust me?" Another silent nod, stifling a guttural moan as he felt Luca's bulge rapidly growing firm against his stomach. This was the explicit consent that Luca felt he needed, he was desperately aching to bestow upon his lover Julio's gift which he had been given months before.

Teddy felt a firm grip against his shoulders pressing him down to his knees, until he was eye level with the lengthening rod which strained against Luca's thick sweatpants. For so long he'd suppressed his innate desire to give it the worship he felt it had never received and as Luca threw the waistband down to his ankles, he was not disappointed as it flew up and smacked him in the jaw. Before him was the most anatomically perfect cock he'd ever seen: easily 10.5 inches of thick, uncut, musky dick. Two large-egg sized balls sagged low behind it, spattered with selective hairs and dripping sweat. Teddy felt drool begin to drip from the bottom of his lip, the sheer heat of the musty hot rod only millimeters from the tip of his nose. Luca smiled, wrapping his hand around it and pulling his long foreskin down, revealing the pink, leaking mushroom head it contained.

"Julio showed me an old family secret. Only a few of us can do it, and I want to do it for you, mi amor." He began to stroke slowly; his member immediately taking direct notice, throbbing in a fervor more akin to convulsion. "He fucked it up last time, he didn't come back. But now thanks to him... I know how to give it to you, babe." Luca took his thumb and gently pried Teddy's mouth open. Eager to please, Teddy quickly took the opportunity to lick the tip of his cock, instantly savoring the powerful flavor of his dripping pre. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. Sweet, salty, sour, savory... every taste bud fired thousands of endorphins in his brain. "Get your tongue in there, Cariño. Let it in." Teddy's tongue acted as if it were under another power, softly probing the leaking slit of the head and causing Luca to groan in ecstasy, throwing his head back. Grabbing the back of his head, in one firm push, Luca speared Teddy's gaping maw with his musky cock, pressing the nose firmly into his ripe bush.

Teddy was nearly scent-drunk in his love's dank, masculine smell, and only after a split second did he realize his entire tongue had slipped into Luca's thick rod. Grunting like a man in heat, the latin adonis gritted his teeth in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt Teddy's tongue slowly retract out of his cock. Released from his impalement, Teddy observed the wide opening of the cockslit in full view. Luca's hands gripped his palms, guiding his index finger back to the inviting orifice, effortlessly slipping in and sounding into his member. Elastic stretching sounds echoed in the room as the cock widened to fit his finger, then two, then four... until the whole hand was inside.

Teddy felt entranced, completely enveloped in the heat of the moment, plunging his second hand into the gaping hole. It stretched wide to welcome him, and with a single glance upward to a winking Luca, he understood. Teddy worked quickly, using forward momentum and the increasing suction within the engorged cock to propel his head forward into the tight wet cavern. The rest happened quickly. The sucking member had taken his arms and head entirely inside of it, squeaking and expanding as it guzzled his shoulders, chest and midsection. He could feel Luca lift his dick upward, letting him slide deeper and deeper. It was constricting, it was tight, it was wet, it smelled funky and ripe... it was the best sensation he'd ever felt. As his thighs and calves were made quick work of, only his feet remained outside of the slit. It took mere seconds for them to slurp inside.

Luca's cock was as large as he was, veins bulging and the entire length of it bulging and contorting as it worked Teddy down little by little toward his balls. He began to pump toward his sweaty balls, until he could feel the tips of his boyhood friend's fingers reach the opening into his cavernous testes. As if a seal had been broken, Teddy's body fell into the ocean of spunk, swelling his balls to accommodate the entire human being being nestled into his sac. The pace of his cock pumping hastened, as he felt closer and closer to climax. He felt the rigid bones and gelatinous fat begin to melt into his seed as Teddy was assimilated entirely into his system. Just as Julio had done to him, and just as he had in turn done to Julio. His breathing shallowed, gasping for air as he reached his tipping point, shooting out cum like a firehose all over the interior of the room. In it, was every insecurity, every pain, every imperfection which had plagued his lover since he was forced into the world. Gallons, tens of gallons in cum painted every surface around him, and as his balls began to shrink back down to the size of cantaloupes, he could feel his body churning Teddy down, incorporating him into the remnants of what was left of Julio. The gift itself, handed down the line for thousands of years was being imbued into the very core of Teddy's being. Julio had overshot his escape route in the heat of his own carnal lust, being broken down and slowly assimilated into Luca's body. The cockiness, the libido, the drive, the gift all now coursed through Luca. He was gone, but he didn't have to be wasted.

Over the next few weeks of churning, gurgling, bubbling, and undulating, Teddy was broken down and rebuilt only to be broken down again. Each time, a little more of Julio's essence would incorporate into him, even some of Luca himelf found its way into his shapeless form. Every workout that he did provided bursts of testosterone into the mix, and every jerking session flooded serotonin and glutamate. And after carefully monitoring the time, ensuring that Teddy would not meet his cousin's fate, three months later, it was time.

Sitting down in the luxurious apartment paid for by thirsty gay subscribers to his JustForFans and PH videos, Luca took his cock into his hands once more. Gently. Slowly. Carefully. Never losing focus of what was at stake, he stroked. Within his heavy balls, his leche had begun to bubble and slosh, preparing itself for expulsion. He picked up the pace, lifting his arm to get a full inhale of his pungent, all-natural pit poppers. His cock began to pulse and crack, as the thick sludge began to make its way toward the exit. Sure not to fall into the same trap as before, he pulled away from his tangy stink and focused. It was time. His hand moved furiously up and down his slimy cock, dripping with pre which pooled at his big, musky feet. One final cry of euphoria and out shot his load. One barrage after another, thick and dense landing afront him. Each shot slowly coagulating into a recognizable form. It slowly hardened, the milky white color giving way to ivory, then light beige, then a warm tan. Muscles tightened beneath a smooth skin, their fibers reconnecting one by one until they were strong and lean.

By the end of the bombardment, the homunculus before him had stood up. It was as tall as him, as broad as him, as powerful as him, and as the form of it's face began to take shape, a single tear was shed from Luca's watery eyes. He recognized his love, he could see Teddy, albeit ever so slightly different. He had certainly taken more of Julio and Luca's essences than they'd anticipated. A sharp, chiseled jawline carved itself out of the miasma, dark brown locks of hair sprung from it's scalp and plump lips parted to allow the deep breath of life which had been denied until then. His caramel eyes opened, and he smiled.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #jockification #musk #musky #gay transformation #cockvore #assimilation #racial change #male tf

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 days

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tapis rouge groovies + new rhythmic/twistune ✨

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

Ooooh!! As usual, Vil is striking a model-esque pose and showing off not only his own looks, but the best aspects of the ensemble he’s wearing. (If his outfit looks different than how you remembered, it's because Vil gets new sleeves and a cape added on in part 4:)

I like how the lights behind him and on his face are so bright, yet the shot is framed darkly since we’re looking from his shadowed side. It makes Vil look so mysterious!!

He’s holding up a black piece of cloth that seems to glitter; I believe this is “Black of Night”, the signature color of the high fashion house, Luxe, that prepared his and the other NRC boys’ customized outfits. (The name of the color is a reference to an ingredient in the potion the Evil Queen makes to turn into an old lady.) It’s iconic, and only Luxe knows the secrets behind achieving the color of this dye. Many celebrities wear certain brands on the red carpet as free advertisement for the brands they wear, so this makes sense for Vil to be doing as well.

JAMIL 😳 I feel like both he and Azul are helped out a lot by moving in their outfits; the in-game models are a little too stiff-looking to fully convey the elegance of these particular looks. Jamil’s braids are so pretty here, they flow in the wind with such grace!! His expression is also nice, he’s giving the camera a cheeky little smirk from the side…

The shot’s composition is pretty interesting too! Jamil sort of has his arms spread out and his back revealed, and Vil, in front of him, is blocked out by an onlooker/reporter’s elbow. It gives off the impression of Jamil both showing off his coat while also playing bodyguard to Vil. Jamil is a trained bodyguard and can be protective, so… very fitting! Even moreso since Jamil was the card paired with Vil on the limited banner.

Another outfit helped by movement!! You can see how the tailcoats trail behind him and how his jacket’s wide sleeves actually pull/bunch back to allow the green sleeves of his undershirt come out. The light being so prominent on him also highlights his golden frames very well; it’s usually hard to spot small details like this from the model itself so I’m glad we can better appreciate it here!

I love how Azul is soaking up the attention and making the most of it (as opposed to Jamil, who seems to be playing it cool and serious). Smiling and winking for the crowd… Azul stans eating good www He’s even in his usual “poor unfortunate soul, please allow me to assist you” pose 😂 Reeeeeally trying to paint himself in rbe most flattering way possible, eh??

We can see Vil’s head and Jamil’s pants + shoes here. Vil’s the SSR and the star of the show so of course he won’t be left out! Jamil is the other card on the banner that goes with Vil. You can tell it’s Jamil because of the long coat and baggy pants; his shoes are white but appear darker in this illustration probably because of the shadow over them. Ace is not high enough in rarity to cameo in other Groovies/j

Note: Ace is the R card, so his illustration does not change significantly. A shame, really. I like his look the best in this batch 😔 It would have been fun to see what an interpretation on an Ace Groovy would have been!

There is a second rhythmic/twistune that features Vil and co. strutting down the red carpet! There are many cute details in it, such as Vil interacting with his fans by taking selfies with them, giving his signature, and speaking with a reporter.

Jamil and Azul play their parts as "huntsmen" to the Fairest Queen by bringing Vil boxes akin to the one that was meant to contain Snow White's heart.

When Jamil presents Vil with the first box, Vil pulls out his poison apple luxury bag. Then a fog of green covers the screen and when it fades away, Vil is in his new sleeves and cape combo.

Here he is, posing glamorously for the camera! The others do their best to show him off too. (fhbalifiyabifeab Azul is really doing his best to present Vil...)

At the very end, Azul and Ace step up to help Vil with final makeup touch-ups. Jamil seems to spritz him with some perfume too! Then Vil finally ascends to his rightful place up high!! Such a triumphant ending for a super fun rhythmic 🥺

#twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #Vil Schoenheit #Ace Trappola #Jamil Viper #groovy spoilers #tapis rouge in the shaftlands spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #Evil Queen

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youareunbearable · 6 months

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Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been

Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy

She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.

Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.

The bastard won't even name their child.

She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.

Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.

At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.

The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.

A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.

Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.

The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.

Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.

The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.

"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."

So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.

The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.

As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.

Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.

Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.

Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.

When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.

She bares her bloody teeth in smile.

#Aredhel #silm #silmarillion #Maeglin #i think it would hot if Aredhel pulled a finrod and ripped out eols throat #with her bare teeth like Yes Please Queen Slay lmao #Celegorm is so proud when he finds out like Lmao Still Got It Cuz!!!!! and a bonus new free nephew!!!!#Curufin is disgusted he is related to these ppl but also is supportive of Aredhel going ape shit like she deserves #she chipped some of her teeth on thr bite so like the loving cousin he is curufin makes her mithril fangs #maedhros screams into his hands when he finds out but is also proud. so is fingon! thats his Baby Sister!!!#Lomion grows up Normal and Loved and Nolo adores him and is glad to have a sensible heir for when #fingon inevitability leaves them to marry Maedhros. whenever they get around to it.

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vampyrsm · 8 months

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‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER SIX | KUEBIKO

‣‣ Synopsis: Our tale continues into the mountains where the darkest of souls reside, and here is where you will find a once in the life time opportunity. Will you take it or will you wilt beneath the crushing palm of the man who controls your life?

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 6.5k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, dead bodies, descriptions of wounds, threats of violence/death, female reader, brief description of ritual suicide.

“Leave.” Sukuna doesn’t spare the unknown woman a second glance after his command, instead, he glares directly at you. Clearly whatever the woman had realised whilst looking at you had angered Sukuna in some way.

The raven-haired woman smiles knowingly in your direction, her eyes wide with mirth. Her hands remain hidden with the long sleeves of her kimono, and even then when she’s posing no physical threat to you – you can’t help but feel like you’re staring directly at death itself.

“Of course.” She nods her head a little, moving to step past you before she stops directly at your side. You freeze at the proximity, the aura that follows her is suffocating. It’s different from Sukuna’s, whereas he is all-encompassing with regality and brutality, this woman makes you feel like an ant beneath her foot. You were beneath her.

“I do hope we’ll get to speak soon. Alone.” Her voice is far too close to your ear, a hushed whisper that laps at the shell of your ear until you shiver. “I’d love to know what’s inside that head of yours.”

“Kenjaku.” Sukuna’s voice is a foreboding warning, his eyes now snapped onto the long-haired woman who smiles with ease over her shoulder. This time she doesn’t say anything in retort, simply smiles before leaving the throne room entirely.

One threatening aura is immediately replaced with another. Sukuna. He’s still glaring at you with a far-from-impressed expression resting on his face. Slowly, his eyes scan down along your body as if he’s taking in the true state of your attire and general hygiene after a week or so of riding.

“Follow.” Another order, and you follow as soon as he starts walking. He walks away from the door you had entered in and towards the left, you hadn’t noticed that there were multiple entryways into the room. Though the door you pass through is much smaller than the grand wooden doors, they’re less imposing.

He leads you through the corridors once again, his footsteps are like distant claps of thunder with how heavy each step is. You pass by an open courtyard, enclosed by the walls of the temple and opened to the elements from above. The snow that falls is an intense tempest of white snowflakes, each of them gathering in the loose gravel of the courtyard and freezing over what were once functioning bamboo water spouts.

On the opposite end of the courtyard, you spy a seat. Behind that seat is a large wooden symbol that’s painted in a similar red to Sukuna’s eyes. It’s a single word; 解. Dismantle. You had heard often of Lordships that would have grand courtyards like this, with seats overseeing it whenever they had to deal with a request made by Samurai.

You had seen it once when you were still living with your father. You had only been fourteen years old at the time and he had you sitting next to his large seat. He told you that if you wanted to be a Samurai then you would see what it means to be a true Samurai.

The courtyard was filled with his own Samurai, all belonging to the Shogun and each of them were also kneeling just as you were. Your father had neglected to tell you what the occasion would be to gather in such a place like this. In the centre of the yard, there was a simple bamboo mat with a man kneeling on it.

In front of him laid his katana and wakizashi; a smaller version of the katana. You recall faintly the words the man had spoken to your father, he wanted to be blessed with the highest honour by dying in front of the Shogun. Samurai often did this when they had disgraced their clan or were set up for execution.

Your father being the man he was, had allowed this. You could only watch in silent horror as the man stripped the top half of his yukata, and with one hand slid along his stomach until he found the spot just beneath his ribcage. The slick stabbing sound of the wakizashi was nothing compared to what came next, the man whilst sweating and grunting in pain had gripped his blade tighter before sliding it smoothly along his stomach.

No one had blinked an eye when the man disembowelled himself. The words your father had spoken to you when he saw the expression on your face were harsh. “You will fall to a similar fate if you dare disgrace this family.”

“Oi.” Sukuna’s voice causes you to blink away the blurry image of your father, you hadn’t realised you stopped to stare blankly out at the snow-covered courtyard. Another blink and the vision of the man fades from your mind, you hadn’t thought of that day in a very long time.

You turn to face Sukuna, to continue on the path he was taking you on but you have to take a step back lest you walk head-first into his chest. He’s staring down at you, down the smoothness of his nose with a light frown. His eyes are bouncing back and forth between your own, trying to decipher just what had been going on through your mind.

When his search turns out to be useless, he simply sighs heavily through his nose before a large hand wraps itself around your wrist. You’re tugged harshly alongside him, and it’s very similar to the situation when he dragged you out of the previous shrine to safety. Your feet struggle to keep up, slipping against the smooth wooden floorboards and tripping when you have to step over a threshold.

Sukuna didn’t stop nor did he give you a second glance as you struggled.

The chill of the outside once again bites at your exposed flesh, and you find yourself being dragged into another courtyard within the temple. This one wasn’t nearly as large as the one you had previously seen, this one was much more personal. You figured out why when you saw the steam rising in curls from the hot spring in the centre.

“Bathe,” Sukuna says as he releases your arm, part of you wants to snap your teeth in his direction for the commands he keeps barking at you like you were some lowly dog. “I have something to attend to first.”

You don’t have the chance to ask him if he means he’ll be returning soon, Sukuna has already vanished back into the temple leaving you in the blistering cold with nothing but the wind to accompany your thoughts. Looking back at the hot spring, you don’t feel nearly as apprehensive as you once had when you first were forced into one of them.

The ride here had been long and dreadful, you had mud in places you didn’t know mud could reach and the dried blood beneath your nails had started to hurt from just how much there was. You weren’t going to lose the chance to bathe, especially in a spring as warm as this when the snow continued to fall heavily atop your head.

Stripping the sullied kimono, you were quick to submerge yourself into the water. It was deep, just like the other one, and lapped harshly against your neck when you dunked yourself low enough to soak completely. It felt good, the aches in your thighs and hips slowly ebb away with the warmth of the water continuing to caress your body until you relaxed.

You found yourself looking up at the night sky once again, the sun was just starting to rise but it did nothing to blot out the dark grey clouds that hung heavy and low atop the mountains. They continued to snow heavily, the flakes melting before they could even find a resting place against your heated face.

In the quietness of the heavy snowfall, your mind naturally began to wander to the past few days that seemed to blur together. You still had no idea why Sukuna had insisted on dragging you all the way to what must be his ancestral temple, it was clearly made for him, it was his place of power. You had no real reason to be here, and yet he made sure to keep you alive until you got here.

The next thing you can’t help but question was that woman you had briefly encountered just moments ago. Kenjaku. That’s what Sukuna had called her. Something about her still made your stomach twist uncomfortably, just knowing she was within range of you at any given time the longer she lingered here. Her words had left you anxious, why did she take such a keen interest in you?

Was it purely because she was excited by the idea that the impervious Sukuna had found someone, a human no less, to protect? You doubted he actually even wanted to protect you. He seemed like the type of man to play with his food before he devoured it.

“You think much too loud.” Sukuna huffs from the pathway that leads to the hot spring, you glance over to him to see that he had changed out of his own dirty trousers into a haori that was definitely made to his size. It’s a rich black material that hangs over his shoulders, tied loosely around the waist and the lower you travel you realise he’s wearing nothing beneath it.

So he was planning on bathing too.

In his hands is a folded material, another haori you realise that’s similar to his own. He places it onto a rock near the hot spring before starting to untie the loose belt holding his haori together. You don’t say anything when he does undress himself, instead scooting to the side of the hot spring furthest away so that he wouldn’t end up touching you on his way in.

The silence that descends upon the hot spring this time is very different to that first encounter. There’s a mutual understanding now amongst the both of you, you had an unspoken bond — if you could call it that. Sukuna still relaxes back against his side of the hot spring, two of his large arms propped over the edge and his head tilted back. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence.

Instead, he sits up for a moment before dousing himself in the hot water. It rolls off in thin rivers along his face and down the centre of his chest, large hands comb through pinkish hair that turns the water a light crimson from just how much blood was still nestled in there. You watch silently as he reaches over towards where he had entered, and you find that he had brought along a washcloth.

He doesn’t offer it to you, because of course he doesn’t, but instead, he washes himself with it. He doesn’t comment on if the fact you’re watching him is bothersome, but you can’t help but feel your fingers twitch when he starts to miss patches of skin that he can’t reach – even with four arms.

“Master Sukuna?” You ask quietly, and your response is a rumbling hum deep in his chest that’s asking you to continue. “May I?”

Crimson eyes snap to you suddenly, and you’re frozen into place with just one hand raised as if you were going to take the cloth away from him. He’s scrutinising you, eyes dancing between your outstretched hand and your face. Slowly he extends the cloth out for you to take, and you pluck it from his hands.

He continues to watch you as you slowly approach, the milky water obscures most of your body but you can’t help but feel like he’s seeing every part of you. You sidle yourself up next to him on a raised rock that serves as a seat, and being this close to him makes your heart pound in your chest.

Sukuna had always had a suffocating aura but it was entirely different when you were stripped bare. But you had offered to do this, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of scaring you out of making sure he was cleaned properly.

With a shaky hand, you cup his jaw and you can feel the muscles jump when he clenches his teeth together at the touch. Beneath the water you can feel the ripple of an arm that raises to catch you, to stop you from daring to touch his face. He doesn’t fight you when you carefully turn his face away from your own to reach the parts of his neck he couldn’t reach.

The cloth moves smoothly along expanses of skin that are covered in dark tattoos. They look like they hadn’t faded at all, how new were they? You drag the cloth once again over the tattoos to free it of any grime, you had no experience with tattoos or how they were healed but it looked like these were brand new – a year at the most.

Had he only been branded a criminal for a year or less? Who was he before all of this?

“What’s on your mind?” Sukuna rumbles, his voice vibrating against the free hand that you have pressed to his jaw to hold him in place. It sends a thrill down your spine.

“I don’t think you’d want to answer.” You answer truthfully because you don’t think lying to him will do you any good. Especially not when you’re within range of both his claws and teeth.

“You speak as if you know how my mind works. I’m asking you to tell me.”

You look at him for a moment longer, before you gently turn his face back towards you and a little to the side so you can expose the side of his neck. His eyes feel like they’re trying to burn through your very skin, still judging every minuscule movement you make. He’s waiting for you to answer his question.

“I wanted to know if Sukuna had always been your name.”

He’s silent in response, you’d assume he was going to ignore you entirely if you didn’t spare a glance up towards his face to see that his face was completely relaxed; almost softened around the edges. He doesn’t protest when you direct his head back to wash his hair more thoroughly than he had, you wring the cloth once you had dipped it into the hot water over his head.

You work your fingers back through his hair, continuing to pour water over it whilst working out the smaller knots of dried blood and other bodily matter that you didn’t want to think about. It’s a peaceful quiet that draws over the both of you, save for the sound of you pouring water over his head every now and again.

“Ryoumen Sukuna.” He mutters once you get to the back of his head, working through the shorter hairs. Another pour of water has his words vanishing beneath the splash.

“Hm?” You ask, leaning back to look at him properly. You meet his gaze almost immediately, and he seems almost troubled.

“You asked for my name, it was Ryoumen Sukuna. But no one calls me Ryoumen anymore.” Ryoumen. The name doesn’t ring any bells to you from your past, you don’t recall any great family having the name Sukuna nor did anyone have the name Ryoumen.

It didn’t answer your question as to who he was before he became Master Sukuna but it was a small win in your books.

“I see.” You nod your head, a smile on your face. “Thank you for telling me.”

Sukuna just hums in response to your gratitude, you give him a glance over and deem him clean enough that you start to pull away. Maybe he’d even let you use the cloth on yourself to scrub at your skin—

A hand clamps itself around your wrist just as you start to turn away, it comes with an abrupt tug and you’re forced to stand between Sukuna’s spread thighs. He’s staring down at you along the broadness of his nose, and it’s that same look from the previous time he had you cornered in the spring. He’s looking through you.

“Tell me what really happened in that fight with the sorcerer.”

His question was a complete 180 change from the previous line of questioning you had opened up with him. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, you had told him the bare bones of what had happened.

“The Samurai had used some sort of energy against me and–”

“Not what he did. I don’t care about what he did.” His grip tightens on your wrist a little, forcing you closer to his body. “What did you do?”

“I used your Naginata.” You told him this already, why was he pressing for the fine details? “And… and I somehow blocked his attacks, I thought he was quicker than me but he wasn’t.”

“So you do have potential.” He surmises to himself, the tip of his thumbnail digs into your forearm when he grabs you a little firmer. “You just have no idea what it is, do you?”

You shake your head, no, you had no idea what ‘it’ could be. You know there’s more to the world than meets the eye, the cursed spirits you had encountered were just a fraction of it.

“If I were to offer you the chance to become stronger, would you take it?”

He’s looking at you with a different intensity now, a hunger that you’ve seen before bubbling in his blood. It reminds you of when you had seen him in his element, and whilst it was hardly a fight for him in terms of power, it was mesmerising to watch.

So would you? Would you take the chance to become stronger? The goal you had promised yourself so many moons ago is still at the forefront of your mind, you hadn’t given up on the chance to be the one who kills Ryoumen Sukuna but you knew in your current state, you would never be capable of doing it.

He was offering it to you on a silver platter.

“Yes.” You answer in a hushed whisper with no hesitation. Because yes, you would take the chance to become stronger.

Sukuna grins then, with sharp teeth and evil intentions. “Then I want to make a binding vow with you.”

“A binding vow?”

“It’s a vow that must be honoured by both parties, if one were to break it then they’d be faced with their demise.” He hums, the thumbnail that was digging into your skin is now drawing patterns into your skin. “So now that you know what it is, will you agree to one?”

“That depends on what you want.” Your eyebrows furrow together, and Sukuna laughs quietly at your quick tongue.

“Smart.” He adjusts his hold, another hand coming to grab at your side and you’re suddenly rooted in place when he sits up from his slightly slouched position. “Then allow me to lay down the rules.”

A hand raises from the water, a single finger raised. “One. I will make you one of the strongest sorcerers of this era, you will comply with my lessons.” A second finger raises. “Two. You in return, when the time is right, will lend me the power I have given you.”

What did he mean by that? Was he intending on training you to then use you as a weapon in his arsenal? You turn your gaze away from his unnerving one, instead focusing on the flakes of snow that have settled all around you. The ‘binding vow’ had said nothing about you harming him, you could do what he asked and then you’d be able to kill him with your newfound strength.

“Well? Does the dove agree with the terms laid in front of her?”

You meet his gaze again, and he grins again when you square your shoulders. “I do.”

And then that grin grows malicious, the hand around your wrist clamps down far too tightly until you feel your skin burning beneath his bruising grip. Automatically, you try to push him off of you but he keeps you trapped between his thighs with the help of his many hands.

“No need to run. You’ve made a vow with me, and I intend on honouring my side of it.”

Sukuna is rough with the way he pulls you into his chest, now holding your burning wrist above the water in the air. It still burns even in the cold brisk wind, as if Sukuna’s hand was made of molten lava. He only watches with mild amusement at the way you struggle to free yourself when he loops two large arms around your back to keep you pressed into his chest.

The realisation that you’re both completely naked beneath the water and now chest-to-chest is jarring, it makes your heart stutter in your chest and your lungs seize up in fear. He had you in a very vulnerable position, he could do anything to you and you’d be in no position to stop him.

His giant hand holding your forearm slides upwards until it engulfs your own quickly, the tips of his claws clink together when he squeezes your hand to ensure you weren’t going anywhere. You hesitate to look at what he had done to your arm when he gripped it with such force, but alas, your curiosity beats your rational mind.

Around your wrist is a thick band of a tattoo, very similar to his own. It makes your heart sink into your stomach.

“Now, you’ll never forget our vow. Your heart, your soul, it belongs to me.”

That sentence alone has your heart sinking into the bottomless pit that formed in your stomach. Maybe the terms of the agreement were so vague for this very reason; he wanted a loophole. He tricked you into a bargain with someone much worse than the Devil.

Sukuna seems delighted with the fact you’re mortified with the realisation, you gave him just what he wanted. His fingers unfurl your fingers slowly until his fingers slide between your own to entwine his hand with yours, his hand is far larger than your own.

“For your first lesson, I want you to try and control your cursed energy.” A hand below the water starts to explore the expanse of your back, black claws dipping into the curve of your spine occasionally. “You have no control over it. You practically ooze with how untamed it is, it’s rather distracting.”

You had no idea that you were even doing such a thing, surely you would notice if you were ‘oozing’ cursed energy so much that it became distracting for others, surely there’d be some tell—... You freeze in the water, a realisation slowly drawing over your face.

“Can cursed spirits sense it too?” You ask quietly, and Sukuna only grins wider.

“You’re catching on, but you’re not entirely right either. You see, your emotions are a very big factor with cursed energy… and you’ve been oh-so miserable the last few weeks that you’ve caused quite a stir.”

Your emotions. Your mind flits back to the darkness, the shadows and the thing that lived there. It wasn’t there when you were first thrown inside, it had manifested sometime during the second day when you realised no one was coming back for you. You had made that… thing.

“So, to circumvent that. You’ll need to learn to control it.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you meet his predatory gaze once again. “How do I control something I didn’t know I even had?”

Sukuna sighs heavily as if you asked a ridiculous question, his fingers squeeze your palm uncomfortably hard for a moment before he relaxes. “Tell me where you believe negative emotions reside.”

You thought about that for a moment. Whenever you had a bad feeling about something, it was always in the pit of your stomach. When you were sad, it felt like a hollow void in the centre of your chest. When you felt anger, it bubbled in the depths of your gut until it felt like it was in your throat.

“My stomach.”

The man before you tsks quietly, as if he were scolding a child. “That line of thinking is why most sorcerers are weak.”

Sukuna shifts in front of you, another hand touches your body but this time it rests on your outer thigh. His last remaining hand slides up along your stomach, the back of his knuckles pressing into the flesh as if it test just how soft it was beneath his touch. It makes you squirm, to be touched in such a way felt wrong — but not in a way you were expecting. It made your toes curl uncomfortably against the rough rock beneath you.

“View your body as different sections. Instead of pooling all of this energy into one place like your stomach, separate your energy evenly.” His hands move with his words, the fingers at your back press into the small of your back, the ones at your thigh dig into the flesh and the ones at your stomach brush upwards until they rest at your sternum.

“If you can learn to do that, you’ll be stronger than anyone who dares to face you.”

You suck in a breath slowly when those same fingers brush back down along your sternum, brushing delicately against the exposed skin of your stomach. You focus on ‘spreading’ your energy, even if you’re not quite sure just what it is he’s looking for. It reminds you briefly of the time when Kiso had taught you breathing techniques to keep up with your stances, to help you move as fluidly as possible.

Sukuna laughs at your attempt. “You won’t master it in a day. Not whilst you still hold so tightly to those Samurai beliefs of yours.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” You snip back a little too quickly, and the glowing red of Sukuna’s eyes grows a little bit brighter at the feisty tone you dare to use on him.

Those fingers across your body dig painfully into your skin, grabbing at your flesh until it pools between large fingers. “It has everything to do with it, you ignorant child.”

Your fingers holding his hand twitch unwillingly, digging your nails fruitlessly into the back of his hand as if that would do anything to convey your annoyance. Instead, it only makes Sukuna tilt his head in a condescending manner.

The warmth between your clamped hands continues to grow hotter and hotter by the second, and yet it does not burn your skin like it had when he first grabbed your wrist to brand you. Sukuna hardly gives your joined hands a glance when he notices the shift in temperature, his main focus is settled on your face.

His words bounce around your head, an ignorant child is what he called you. You were anything but ignorant or a child, you weren’t an official Samurai of course but you were still brought up that way. You had honoured that for so long, and to be accused of it being a hindrance now…? It only served to piss you off.

You think about what he had said about cursed energy, to focus all of that emotion into separate areas. But all you could focus on was the hand he was holding tightly in his iron grip, you wanted him to let go. You’ll make him let go.

Sukuna clicks his tongue when he feels the burst of cursed energy in your fist, and he moves much faster than you anticipated as he uncurls his hand from yours only to grab at your wrist and aim your hand away. It comes with a loud bang, a burst of energy that was too raw.

There’s a second delayed resounding boom, this time distantly and you look away from Sukuna to assess just what had happened. The entirety of the wall next to you had been decimated as if something large had been thrown through it. It was nowhere near as refined as the blue-eyed Samurai you had run into but it was a similar type of damage.

“You have far too much energy inside of you to be wasting it like a petulant child. If you do not adhere to the vow, I will ensure it’s you who suffers the consequences of breaking it.”

The biting cold stings at your now exposed palm, and Sukuna doesn’t fight to hold your arm in the air when you pull it back to assess the damage. Your palm looks like it had been dipped into burning oil, the skin is blistered along your palm and blood drips from the tips of your fingers.

“Let this be a lesson as to why you’ll remain weak if you don’t listen to me.” His hands are no longer touching your body, that bruising grip is replaced with just the warmth of the water. “You’ll only be useful to me if you’re strong enough. If I find you weak and useless… then perhaps I’ll allow Kenjaku to take you.”

Those words pool real dread in your stomach. You had no idea just who or what Kenjaku really was, she wasn’t as monstrous as Sukuna sure but there was something about her that terrified you.

So you shake your head no, dropping your chin down towards your chest. “I’ll listen.”

Sukuna hums, as if he doesn’t quite believe you before there’s a rush of water and he’s standing up much too close. You fall back into the water with a squeak, the blistered palm meets the hot water and it’s as if you had again dipped your hand into burning oil. It burns at the skin until it pops and blisters again.

By the time you’re back on your own two feet in the water, Sukuna has draped himself in the haori he had arrived in. “Finish your bath quickly. Unless you wish to stay out here for the rest of the night and freeze. I don’t care.”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance, already walking back along the path that led back into the temple. He disappears into a different door however than the one you had come through, it’s on the right and oversees a good portion of the small garden you find yourself in. His personal quarters? That’d make the most sense. He seemed to enjoy being the furthest away from anyone else.

Your hand continues to throb as you hold it over the water, the blood had been washed off some in the fall back into the water but the blisters still remain swollen and raw. Maybe if you asked nicely enough, he’d give you something to wrap it in to avoid infection. Speaking of, your entire body shivers at a particular rough gust of wind that blows itself against your back.

It’s enough to get you wading through the hot water and clambering out the side, you look at the material Sukuna had left here. It definitely was for you then. You unfold it carefully, and you were correct to assume it was a haori very similar to his own. It was much smaller, thankfully, and that only begged the question as to just where he had got this from.

But beggars can’t be choosers, so you quickly wrap it around yourself to scurry off after Sukuna’s large wet footprints on the stone path to seek a warm place to sleep for the night. You hesitate however once you reach his door, it’s just as foreboding as the one that led to his throne room but not nearly as big. Was it just his energy alone that filled anyone nearby with utter fear?

“Linger any longer and I’ll ensure you never leave that spot again.” He barks from the other side of the door. You don’t doubt he means it when he threatens you like that, so you slide open the door to hastily shut it behind you when another gust of wind blows in small flakes of snow along the wooden floor.

It’s mostly dark inside the room. The only light is coming from a lit fire on the other side of the room, it’s in a lowered hearth. It gives just enough light for you to map out the layout, you spot the bed first. It’s just as large as the one in the first shrine, if not just a little more lavish. It’s still a futon on a raised platform but this one is shrouded in sheer curtains that hang from the ceiling, quite the picture of royalty.

The room itself is quite large, on the opposite side of the room from the bed is a large bookcase that spans the entirety of the wall. It’s made of a thick black wood, painted so beautifully that you don’t doubt he had someone hand paint it. The books that line it are old, much older than anything you had seen, in languages you don’t recognise when your eyes scour over the titles.

The man that occupies the room however is sitting atop a zabuton cushion, his body language tells you he’s completely relaxed. His arms aren’t crossed over his chest whilst he flicks through some old book. His face is lacking any real emotion. You’d even reach to say he looked tired.

It almost feels like you’re intruding on his space.

“Where am I to sleep tonight, Master Sukuna?” His eyes drift towards you slowly, and that tired expression on his face deepens with whatever thoughts he may be having.

“Here.” He says it so offhandedly it catches you by surprise. Your eyebrows raise, you hadn’t expected him to allow you to sleep in here – it was his room after all. “Don’t act so surprised. I don’t trust Kenjaku enough to not do something to you.”

You suppose that made some sense, but surely the mark on your arm was enough to tell even Kenjaku that you “belonged”—the word nearly makes you shiver—to Sukuna.

You clear your throat, pushing away the flusteredness that settles into your chest. “But what about y–”

“I don’t sleep. Not anymore. Use the bed, and get some rest.” He dismisses you by returning his eyes back to his book, one hand tucking beneath his chin to support his head whilst two hands work to flip the pages and simultaneously hold it.

It’s unnerving to sleep in the same room as him. Of course, you had slept around him before, but that was out in the wilderness. It felt less… personal than it does now. To sleep in another person's bed, a man's bed, was intimate. You don’t even recall the last time you slept in the same bed as your husband after he had pushed you away.

Sukuna doesn’t comment on the fact you seem to hover for a second in the plane of uncertainty, he doesn’t even look your way when you take steps towards the futon and onto the platform that houses it. The large curtains brush to the side before you lower your knees onto the soft material.

You practically sink into it with how soft it is, it feels much like how you imagine a cloud would if you could touch it for the briefest of seconds. The marvel at just how soft the bed is enough to distract you from the pair of eyes that flick up from the book to watch you paw your way around the large bed.

It’s gigantic. Of course it is. It could probably fit five or six of you in here comfortably. Slipping beneath the futon cover, you make sure to keep your haori as tightly bound to your body as possible, you could’ve asked for a change of clothes but perhaps you were already pushing your luck by forcing Sukuna to keep guard whilst you slept.

You sink down into the pillows, and it’s as if the exhaustion of the past week hits you with the force of a bull. It becomes increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open, the ceiling above you darkens with each blink of your eye. But something is stopping you from sleeping, a nagging feeling at the back of your mind to look in the direction of the man who’s been both your saviour and nightmare in such a short amount of time.

Sukuna is looking down at his book when you do end up rolling onto your side to observe him, his lower set of eyes are completely closed and you’re certain they’re sleeping. So much for not needing to sleep, huh? His body is slightly slouched, he was definitely in need of proper rest and for some reason it was tugging at your heartstrings.

“Master Sukuna?” You whisper into the frigid darkness of the room, only the flickering light of the fire from the hearth providing you enough to see Sukuna when he raises his head just a little to address you. “Will you join me?”

Those red eyes stare at you for a long tense moment, you start to worry that perhaps you crossed an unspoken boundary. He doesn’t even look like he’s breathing, each of his muscles is drawn tight as if he’s ready to pounce across the room and rip you apart limb from limb.

Except… his muscles slowly relax again, and his body sinks further into the cushion before he gives a shake of his head.

“I told you to get some rest. It’d be wise to listen to my words instead of trying to entice me into bed with you.” His words are brash, and they make your skin set alight in what might be embarrassment but something else lingers just beneath that — something unspeakable.

“I–!” You splutter, bringing the futon up to beneath your nose when Sukuna lets out a low rumble of a laugh. “I meant to sleep!”

Sukuna simply rests his cheek against an enclosed fist, head tilted so he can observe you clearly with a lazy grin on his face. “I don’t believe you.”

You want to screw your face up and shout at him for being so absurd but you can’t find it within you to argue with him. So you flip yourself over instead to keep your back to him, and again Sukuna laughs at you but it doesn’t feel as malicious as it once had.

“Sleep well, dove. You’ll need it.” He offers into the quiet of the night.

“...Goodnight, Sukuna.” He doesn’t reply, nor does he reprimand you for leaving out his respected title. Instead, you listen to the gentle crackle of the hearth, the flipping of old pages every now and again and the whistling gust of wind that continues to batter against the door.

It’s much easier to slip beneath the gentle blanket of sleep that washes over you, with your nose unknowingly pressed into the pillow that smells so familiar — a soft flowery scent, not overly sweet but fresh, it mixes well with an underlying musk that has your eyelids too heavy to lift anymore until finally… you’re asleep.

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samgirl98 · 7 months

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Forgotten Demon Twin 8/?

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Damian knew Richard was following him, but he was too lost in thought to get angry about it. His older brother was going to do what he wanted, anyway.

They ended up downtown. Damian stopped in front of a store. Damian put his hands on the glass, looking at the Phantom memorabilia. A little Phantom plush caught his attention. The plush didn’t have feet; instead, it had a wispy tail. Its eyes were a Lazarus green, and it had snow-white hair. It was mocking him.

“Are you going to buy it?”

Damian didn’t get startled; it was beneath him, but his brother’s voice suddenly speaking to him almost surprised him. He scowled instead.

“I don’t need such a childish thing,” he answered.

“Hmm, well, I want that one,” Richard said while pointing to a stuffed figure of a posing Phantom. Both of its fists were in the air, and he had on a white cape.

Damian followed Richard into the store with crossed arms and a disapproving scowl. The inside of the store was full of Phantom and ghost merchandise. Damian passed a bunch of generic ghost plushies. They were all Lazarus green. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the fact that Amity Park was saturated with that color freaked him out a little

Next, he passed a section named ‘The Villains of Phantoms.’ He thought that was stupid. Why would anyone want to glorify the villains? Then he remembered Batburger and their Jokerized fries. He saw action figures and stuffed toys of a woman in a red and black suit with a grey and pink gun on a board. The Red Huntress, he presumed.

“Found anything you want, Little D?”

Richard was holding the same plushie he had pointed out earlier. Damian knew his older brother wouldn’t leave him alone until he got a toy, so he picked the one that had caught his attention earlier.

They went to pay. The cashier was a bored-looking goth teenager with more piercings than fucks to give, in Damian’s opinion. His name tag read Spike. He didn’t even greet them. Spike rang them up, put their toys in a bag haphazardly, and basically threw it at them.

Damian gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t yell at the insolent teenager.

Spike’s attitude didn’t seem to bother Richard.

“I’m hungry. Wanna go eat?”

Damian didn’t have a chance to answer. Richard got him by the arm and pulled him toward a fast-food joint named ‘Nasty Burger.’ Naming an eating establishment like that seemed like a bad business decision.

The chatter hit him the moment they entered. It was full of teenagers and smelt like grease and sweat. Richard happily approached the counter, and Damian followed his brother with a deep scowl. He just wanted to be left alone with thoughts, dammit, but it seemed his older brother wouldn’t allow him to think in peace.

The cashier was another teenager. She was dark-skinned with curly hair and teal-colored eyes. When she spotted Damian, she looked him up and down in surprise. A part of him felt like she was sizing him up. When her sight landed on his eyes, she got a bit tense.

“Welcome to Nasty Burger. May I take your order?”

Damian looked at the menu and was surprised to see vegetarian options.

“The veggie burger, meal, with a coke,” he said curtly. He might as well since Richard had dragged him here.

“Hello, sorry about my little brother,” Damian’s scowl deepened, “May I have a number one, large, and extra Nasty sauce, please, and thank you?”

“Sure, that’ll be $16.97.”

“Valerie, the sauce is overheating again; I forgot how to cool it down,” a voice cracked from the back.

Valerie scowled and muttered under her breath about incompetence.

“Give me a sec, I’m with customers,” she yelled back, “I’m sorry about that. Here’s your change. We’ll call your number when it’s done.”

Damian followed Richard a bit farther away. Damian was rarely distracted but still thinking about Danyal, so he didn’t notice the big, blond buffoon when they crashed.

“Watch where you’re going, Fenturd!”

The blond threw a punch. Damian got the other boy’s fist, and judo-flipped him over his shoulder. He landed on his back with a thud. The place got quiet.

“Holy shit, did Fenton just beat Dash?”

“No, way, puny freaky Fenton stood up for himself.”

Damian scowled. It seemed the imbecile liked picking on Danyal, and Danyal let him. What was his brother thinking?

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. My brother Damian is a bit panicky and tends to fall heavily on the ‘fight’ side of ‘fight or flight.’ Are you okay,” Richard came to do damage control while helping the other boy, Dash, up. He still seemed a bit dazed.

“Who’s Damian?”

“I am, you imbecile.”

The boy squinted at Damian before his eyes widened, “You’re not Fenturd.”

“Give the man a prize. He can see.”

Dash went up to Damian’s face.

“Listen here, you little turd—”

Damian didn’t feel like listening to the other boy, so he kicked him.

“Damian, stop that!”

Richard pulled Damian to the corner of the diner and sat by Damian so he wouldn’t leave.

“Why’d you stop me? It’s obvious he picks on Danyal!”

“We don’t go after civilians, Dami.”

“Tt.”

“Number 19,” the cashier, Valerie, yelled out.

“Behave,” Richard said while giving him a stern look.

The door to the diner opened, and Damian automatically looked up. His breath caught in his throat. It was Danyal.

He was with a goth girl and a dark-skinned boy wearing a red beret. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. His brother was smiling and laughing. Richard came back with their food.

“That’s him,” he asked.

Damian could only nod while observing his twin.

Danyal had deep bags around his eyes. He was scrawnier than Damian, and he walked with a hunch. Almost as if he wanted to disappear. Looking back on his memories, Danyal always walked like that. It made sense, he supposed. Why would he want to draw attention to himself if it had always been negative?

“He looks like a mini-Bruce.”

The girl said something, and Danyal’s smile grew bigger. There were crinkles around his eyes.

They went to the counter, and Valerie told them something before pointing toward their table. Danyal looked up and saw both of them sitting. Damn, now what?

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Bruce was going to be sick.

Reading the Anti-Ecto Act laws pissed him off. How had he and the Justice League not noticed government-sanctioned genocide? Worse, they were targeting his son.

“Tim, find any information you can and put it in a file. I’m going to contact the Justice League. We have to fix this.”

He took out his phone and dialed a number he hated having to call.

“What do you want, Batsy? I’m busy here.”

“Constantine, I need your help.”

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pseudonymphomania · 2 months

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A page from one of Diavolo’s photo albums (inspired by the “Memorable Photos” Diavolo SSR from OG)

View from Top to Bottom, Left to Right.

Suggested OM BG Music to read this to: Always By Your Side

This candid of Dame Lucifer was taken by Diavolo as she passed by the area on her way to the stage after having her makeup done by Asmo.

Diavolo and Lucifer go to a cafe which boasts new specials. Despite his aversion to photos in a public place, Lucifer poses for a surreptitious photo while there, prompted by Diavolo's excitement at having ordered a ridiculously large and aesthetic drink for the first time. Lucifer ordered a small cake and took off his gloves to enjoy it. [the drink and cake are cut off]

This is the selfie that Lucifer took in MC's bedroom after having a heart-to-heart with Diavolo in the "Creating Records" WW. Lucifer only took one picture before giving the phone back so it is slightly blurry, but you can clearly see Diavolo's surprise.

It was a long and tough snowball fight between Lucifer and his brothers at RAD. The battle was hard won and as everyone left to go back inside, Diavolo catches Lucifer looking at the sky and decides to make it snow. Diavolo takes a picture of Lucifer's peaceful face, committing to memory of what it looked like when someone cared for family as much as he did and what it meant to him to know that they were safe.

The Fantastic Three are having fantastic tea and Barbatos is trolling Lucifer again. Taken by Diavolo.

Diavolo and Lucifer speaking in the hallways of RAD [but this photo is cut off so only the shoes are visible]. Taken by Barbatos.

Diavolo is very happy about Lucifer in his uncharacteristic unicorn onesie. Lucifer is annoyed that the presentation of his personal image, something he takes a lot of care in, is being offset by this travesty; however, Lucifer lets Diavolo take a few photos before he takes off the onesie with full intention to toss it into the flames. [MC rescues the onesie before that happens]

Diavolo and Lucifer are in Lucifer's bedroom drinking horns of Demonus. Diavolo remembers that he had a gift so he presents Lucifer with a Demonus body pillow. Lucifer, being drunk, is uninhibited in showing how much he likes it. Diavolo takes a photo of Lucifer cuddling the pillow, but as Diavolo is also drunk, he fails to consider environmental lighting, composition and the fact that his finger is in the shot.

The Fantastic Three go on a business trip. They have a little bit of time to relax so they go to the hot springs in Moryo Town. Diavolo, being playful, decides to splash Lucifer with the hot water and instigates a splash war. This photo is taken by Barbatos who is the only one able to avoid the portent of shenanigans.

The Fantastic Three go camping. After a full day of Camp Master Lucifer's treatment, Lucifer shows Diavolo how to cook marshmallows over the fire for s'mores. Taken by Barbatos.

Diavolo and Lucifer are in the Human World for business. They decide to play chess in the park like retired old men. Diavolo wins the first round white and decides to switch places with Lucifer. He jokes about how Lucifer could have beaten him if he had been more aggressive. Lucifer smiles and retorts that white always has an advantage and that was why he won, but is taken off guard by Diavolo who raises his black pawn and says, "yes it is true. White goes first and black has a critical weakness, but to be truthful, I've never felt more powerful." Lucifer catches on and takes his own white king, placing it in the F7 spot where Diavolo's black pawn had been.*

This photo was taken by the Anti-Lucifer League after a prank on Lucifer. By request, it was sent to MC after-the-fact.

This photo was taken by MC who was watching Satan and Belphie run away, being chased by an angry Lucifer. Both photos were sent to Diavolo after-the-fact.

Diavolo and Lucifer have a long conversation about inter-realm politics while looking out into the yonder. This photo was taken by Barbatos.

The Fantastic Three go to Diavolo's private beach. Diavolo plays in the water as Lucifer watches but Lucifer is overly concerned about what kind of travesties he will come back to when the trip is over so he doesn't share Diavolo's excitement. Taken by Barbatos.

This photo was taken by Diavolo. Lucifer fell asleep while Diavolo was showing off the photo albums and he rests on Diavolo's shoulder. This photo will be shown to Lucifer next time he comes over to look through the memories.

*The F7 square is widely considered the weakest spot on the board being only protected by the black king and is often subjected to attacks. Lucifer putting his white king in that spot means that this game of chess is null but it is an allegory for Lucifer's defection and Diavolo's protection who went from just prince (pawn) to Acting-King. The point of chess is to checkmate, but with the white king protecting the black king and vice versa, who is there to defeat them?

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It Takes Two. (Prologue)

A Shocking Meet

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Pirates.

They rule the seas, they claim the lands. The elders speak of ruthless men who take what does not belong, of women so cunning and sly they'd take all of your worth right from under your nose.

The mothers spoke of the Captains, who'd hang children and throw them to the seas, who'd slaughter your siblings and take it all away.

The children played games of Marine and Pirate, further settling the idea of what a pirate was.

Scum of the earth, scum of the sea. Some were even rejected by the sea: they'd eaten these magical fruits known as the Devil fruits. 'They have the eyes of monsters.. they have the power of the devil himself. Once you've eaten a devil fruit, there is no sea that will accept you.

So why? Why had you never seen one? Sure, it was unlikely they'd ever find this place, as even a Logue Pose could never lock onto it: this small mass of land was barely more than a hunk of beautiful rock. But surely, there'd be tales of pirates somewhere?

"So this is where you ran off to!"

Your head turned just a bit, smiling at the sight of him. A tall, snow white haired boy stood behind you with a smirk resting on his features.

"Shouldn't have been that hard to find me," you shot back, standing and moving away from the cliffs edge. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks was lulling: you and Killian both knew it.

"So sue me! You switch where you act all deep and wise every other day-"

Killian bumped his shoulder against yours. You raised your hands in defense, grinning. Your thoughts lay forgotten, "act? You forget, I aced the flying tests long before you did!"

"Flying has nothing to do with brains, Featherhead!"

"Oh really? I dare you to recite from memory the proper movements for a barrel twist."

Contrary to popular belief, there were many different forms of a barrel. Sure, the roll itself would always be a tuck and turn, but a twist was erratic. You had to know where and when to pull out and back into it, how fast to do it and how to launch an attack. It was, after all, an offensive maneuver.

"I'll take your silence as an answer, Kill."

"What difference does it make if I can't describe it? I can still do it!"

He glowered, and you couldn't resist a chuckle. "Because we'll have to teach the kids one day. Duh."

"Whatever. I'd make a way better teacher!"

"I'll leave you in the dust!"

"...the usual?"

Your banter quickly turned into the usual: a race. You'd known Killian for as long as you could remember. Both of you being born to a race of halfbreeds - taking on the features of a feathery, winged, tailed beast. There were a few of them on the island: the elders called you Viserons. Long ago, they were known for their speed, being the fastest amongst the dragons. Somewhere along the lines, a devil fruit had come into the picture - Elder Kisu had called it the human human fruit, and thus came fourth the humanoid Viserons.

"Let's go!"

3.. 2.. 1!

Wings flared into the air and a quick snap, both of you dove off the island peak. The wind whipped through your hair as you dove straight for the ocean water, snapping them open the second before you hit it and, with powerful thrusts, came height.

"A second later and you'd be a wet bird!"

Killian came to your side. His wings tips came to touch yours. They were such a beautiful snow white. Your tail curled inwards,

"We'll see who's a wet bird!"

The tufts of feathers in your hair pricked forward, and you continued to gain altitude, Killian hot on your heels. "Going higher won't help you, slowpoke!"

"Oh yeah? Remember that barrel twist?"

The clouds weren't even close to the limit. Breaking the cloud barrier in a puff of white wisp, and then you let your body fall.

Any mind to Killian was lost: falling, falling, falling. It was such a freeing feeling. Tucking your wings in you fell faster. The calculated wing beats not far above you told you Killian was gaining, but that wasn't important, now was it? The wind whipped through your hair, chilled your skin in such a delightful manner: now! Wings snapping open, you caught yourself, right wing extended slightly farther to ensure the real twist. A grin spread upon your features as your body began to even out with the horizon, your other wing snapping out to catch yourself.

"I'm not done yet!"

In a flash of black and white, Killian whizzed past you. A hand was on his hat to ensure it didn't go flying, and the chase was on.

You weren't sure how much time had passed. Could've been hours, could've been mere less than. Usually, the two of you would've turned back by now, but the wind had felt so good to chase away the lingering thought of what truly is a pirate? Your birth island, Shigan, was nowhere in sight. Which was fine- being a Viseron had more perks than just wings - your bodies were drawn to masses of land, and while judging of distance may not always be accurate, the strongest gut feeling was usually the closest island.

Nothing but endless blue water and cloudy gray skies was in your sight.

That was when you realized: where's Killian?

Slowing to a stop, you came to realize: he was nowhere in sight.

"Kill?"

You called out. Now that you'd stopped, you realized one thing. The gray clouds were no longer gray. They were a horrifying dark black. Each powerful pump of your wings was getting met with resistance by the growing wind, the air carrying the scent of rain and the tingle of possible lightning.

"KILLIAN!"

You shouted, head craning as you began to lose altitude. Had he turned back? Had one of you flown so far and lost sight of the other?

No time to worry about that. If Killian was ahead of you, he'd already be in the head of it. If he was behind you, he'd have long seen this so sudden storm.

"Crap.. I can't feel.. any land nearby." You cursed, the wind pushing you off balance. Head for the eye of the storm.

"Got no choice! You've got this!"

As you dove, your body was quickly growing soaked. Thunder roared in your ears, lightning flashed before your eyes.

Dive, twist, rise, dodge. Don't fight the wind, flow with it. Don't become a bigger target than necessary.

Dive away from the strikes of lightning, twist with the wind, rise from the giant waves. There wasn't a moment of peace as you fought against the roaring storm: one wrong move, and you'd be in the sea. It was bad enough trying to fly, with your feathers slowly but surely soaking through.

There was no end to the storm. Your clothes has long since been Soaked through, you couldn't see through the endless torrent of falling water, and to make matters worse, your skin began to tingle.

Well, shit.

You didn't even have time to truly feel the dread before a blinding flash of light sent you tumbling towards the unwelcoming sea.

"She's got wings! How cool!"

"Look at the tail, it's so long."

"She's drenched is what she is."

"I wanna touch her wingsss!"

"Back off, Luffy!"

"Give me some space, please! She's probably suffering from hypothermia.. need to see if there's any other injuries.. sanji! Can you go get some extra blankets? We need to warm her up."

"On it! Oh what a beauty she is.."

I can't recognize those voices. God, am I even awake? I can't feel my body right now.. what happened? I need to.. open my eyes..

It didn't take long for the true unconsciousness to take you once more.

. . .

"Gah.. my head.."

You groaned, hoisting yourself out of bed and rubbing the back of your neck. Shitty didn't even begin to describe how you felt: what happened? Why did it smell so weird in your room, more importantly?

"So you're awake. 'Bout time."

Turning your head, you were met with the intense gaze of a green haired man.

..green hair. Not white hair.

"...WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

It wasn't a face you recognized. In a split second you'd grabbed the pillow and threw it at the strange man's face, wings snapping open as you launched yourself at him.

"woah- HEY RELAX-"

A strong hand grabbed your arm and shoved you against the wall, and you winced in pain, but not hindering your knee to his groin.

Heh.

The man's eye twitched and you could almost see him questioning his very existence, though his grip never wavered. That was fine, you decided, as you clenched your teeth , fangs glinting,

"I'd suggest letting go. I bite."

"Why you little shit-"

"Zoro! Are you manhandling the patient?"

This time, a feminine voice spoke. The man released your wrist and backed away quickly: grumbling something about she attacked first before retreating back to his seat.

"I dunno where I am, but don't think I'll go easy on you! Where's Killian?!"

Your voice was rough, and the female came into view: a rather beautiful young woman with bright orange hair.

"Relax! We're not holding you hostage- we found you drifting on some planks during the storm. You're lucky, aren't you?"

Storm? Right. I remember that..

Your eyes narrowed and you sidestepped to keep both newcomers in your vision, feeling rather trapped. Getting a closer look at the room you were in, it was easy to recognize it as an infirmary. Nursing sheets, medicines, bandages- oh, hey, there's bandages on my head. Didn't even notice until now.

"...I mightve gotten struck be lightning. Or been too close to the strike."

You replied slowly, tail curling around your leg. "That doesn't explain to me who you are, where I am, or why you saved me."

"Of course, where are my manners? I'm Nami, and the brute over there is Zoro. He might be a little scary looking, but he's really just a big idiot."

"Brute? She's the only brute! She kicked me in my nuts!"

You watched Nami inhale a breath, cast a glance at you, and offer the most amused smirk she could. For what its worth, now that you were awake, you felt a little bad. But apologies would have to wait until after you figured out their intentions.

"Of course she did! Waking up to the sight of a strange man can do that. Anyways. You're on our pirate ship, the Going Merry and-"

"..PIRATE SHIP?! YOU'RE PIRATES?!"

You intervened, instantly backing yourself into the wall. Your wings flared open instinctively, feathers Puffing up as you reached for the nearest thing you could throw at them. Currently, said object was a spoon.

"Woah, hey! We're not brutes - well, Zoro is one of the exceptions but- you can calm down. If we were gonna hurt you, wouldn't we have done it already?"

You were completely aware of how fast Zoro had stood and moved closer, and you eyed him warily. She has a point, though.. and you got a strange feeling that if he really viewed you as a threat, you wouldn't have gotten away.

"Hey! What's the commotion abou- GUYS SHES AWAKE!"

This time you were met with a man with a long nose, the door having been thrown open. In an instant, a man with a straw hat and a-

A tiny deer?

"She's awake! She woke up even sooner than you said she would, Chopper!"

The straw hat person practically bounced over to you, and you withdrew quickly.

"HI there! Your wings are so cool! Can I touch them?!"

You pressed yourself further against the wall, wings tucking in protectively. "Touch them, and you're a goner." You threatened, feeling the swordsman- Zoro, Nami said his name was, move closer. You shrank away from him.

"Awhh! No fun!"

"My most humble apologies," you growled, voice dripping with sarcasm, "but I dont trust pirates."

"I guess it makes sense.. you're welcome to leave whenever you like, but atleast let Chopper finish his check-up." Nami stated, offering you a big smile. Your feathers tufts pinned to the side, and your gaze was once again brought down to the little deer.

"If you could.. please sit back down. I'd like to check your vitals!"

Oh my God it's A TALKING DEER- HES SO CUTE-

You couldn't help it. Kneeling down you put a hand on his head, smiling. "You're so cute! You're the doctor?!"

Chopper, as he's been called, flushed. And then started doing.. a weird dance?

"I'm not cute you big dummy! That doesn't make me happy at all~" He was clearly smiling though, and you laughed, shaking your head as you moved to sit on the bed, ensuring you kept everyone within your visual range.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy! The Captain! What's your name?!"

Of course the energetic one is the Captain, you thought, feeling a little weird. Chopper moved closer and began touching and prodding at you, occasionally asking you to stretch a limb or breathe.

"(Name). I'm (Name) from Aero Mountain." You replied, and Luffy, his name was, grinned. "Nice to meet you!"

"...likewise. I think."

"Still though.. why were you out flying during a storm?"

Right.

"I didn't intentionally do it. I was racing my friend and I got caught up in it.. i hope Killian is alright.

"You wouldn't have happened to see him, would you?"

You added hopefully. Nami shook her head sadly, "sorry, (Name). We haven't seen anyone else, in the skies or otherwise. We'll let you know if we do." Your head drooped a bit, but then remembered -

"Hey. Uhm.. Zoro?"

The swordsman angled his head towards you, an eyebrow raised.

"....sorry for kneeing you in the balls. You guys seem.. alright. I guess."

"Tch. Yeah, it was a good reaction. I guess from your point of view it was pretty scary."

Something told you he really only said that because Nami was glaring daggers at him: you also got the feeling she could keep them in line.

"...you guys don't really fit the picture of pirates I've always been told about."

You stated, glancing at the adorable Chopper. You'd always thought if you ever encountered pirates, you'd be met with terror, with large men carrying battle axes and women who'd tear off your head. These guys..

They just felt nice.

They all chuckled at your remark and Nami replied, "these guys really aren't that bad. Rowdy, sure, but bad guys? No. Surely you've met a decent pirate before?"

"Haven't met any, actually. According to the elders, pirates haven't reached our island in almost a century."

"Really? Surely they'd have reached it by now?"

"That's what I thought, too. But Logue poses aren't strong enough to attach onto our island. In fact, the only way to reach it is with a Viseron."

"A Viseron? What's that?"

Luffy perked up and you raised your wings, "I'm a Viseron."

"..that doesn't really answer the question. Besides, having wings and a tail."

Zoro eyed you and, yet again, you shrank a bit under his gaze. Even so, you could see the slightest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Well.. hundreds of years ago, Viserons were dragons. The fastest amongst them, if you will. Elder Kisu said a devil fruit came into the picture, and we eventually became more human than dragon, retaining only certain features." You lifted your wings to prove a point, unraveled your tail, and allowed your feathery tufts on your head to prick back up.

"As far as anyone is aware, the original Dragons went extinct a couple centuries ago. I get the feeling most dragons did."

"Ooooh! So cool! Do you have any special powers?!" Luffy asked, and, with no given warning, his neck stretched. Stretched around your body to look at your wings.

"WH- save that, what are you?!"

"Immm a rubber man!"

"....you get used to it." Zoro stated, and Nami pitched in, "that's everybody's reaction. Including ours."

"Rightttt..."

"..anyways. I can fly pretty fast, I can.. sense- islands? Or rather, masses of land. I'm a Logue Pose that isn't always reliable." You shrugged, "and my feathers are sharp. Don't touch-" you smacked Luffy's hand away.

Chopper finally stopped poking and prodding st you, he'd changed your bandages and took a step back.

"All done! You should Probably take it easy for a bit, the muscles around your wings are pretty strained." Chopper replied, "I don't think you gotta tell me that. ..by the way, how long was I out for?"

"A week."

Zoro stared at you as your jaw gaped a bit, but you quickly righted your expression. "Ah.. Great." I was on a pirate ship for a week. But I guess if they were gonna do something, it would've been done by now..

You stood and bowed, "thank you for taking care of me." You righted your posture as Nami batted a hand, "don't worry about it! I'm glad you're okay." "Yeah! ...so can you carry people while you fly?!"

Luffy asked that. You stared at him and shrugged. "To some extent. I can gain the same altitude or speed, nor would I be able to pull off any offensive or defensive maneuvers. ...but yes, by all technical terms, I can."

"Ohh cool! Take me flying then!"

Luffy practically attached himself to you, and without missing a beat you backed yourself into a wall, though without much force, and crossed your arms.

"I don't give free rides."

"Awhhh! No fun."

Luffy untangled himself from you and backed away, and you shook your head.

"Listen.. if there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know. Otherwise, I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"Oh please, you're fine! You can always pay us back in berry!" Nami grinned, and you couldn't resist a chuckle.

"Besides, how do you plan on leaving? Chopper said you shouldn't be flying." Zoro questioned, a hand resting on his sword. What was a relaxed posture to him was a rather threatening looking one to you.

"Shouldn't doesn't mean couldn’t." You shot back, feathers puffing indignantly. "You're almost as bad as Zoro with bed rest!" Luffy laughed, and Nami bonked him over the head, "like you're any better!"

"Anyways.. please, you're more than welcome to stay with us. We could even bring you back to your home island!"

Nami glanced at Luffy, who instantly nodded his head in agreement.

"If it's all the same, I'll stay, but I won't be guiding you back to my island. The Elders would exile me for such a dangerous feat, nor do I wish to endanger those I care for. If we settle on the next island, i can fly back to mine for payment. It'll have to be a matter of you trusting me." You explained, part of to you hoped they wouldn't take that personally. The thing is, you just couldn't risk it. You didn't even know if they were actually good people yet, either.

"Thats fair." Chopper piped in, and the other three nodded. "Now cmon! Sanji should be getting done with dinner. You should join us!"

You didn't get much of a choice in the matter, with Zoro herding you out the door and Luffy chanting, meat, meat, meat! All the way to the dining hall.

. . .

It was approaching the middle of the night. Stars lit up the darkened sky, and the sea glistened gently under their shine. Leaning over the Going Merry's railing, you thought on the chaotic events during the day.

During dinner, you'd met Sanji, a .. rather eccentric cook, putting it plainly, and Usopp, the long nose one who'd ran off to inform the others you were awake. He was interesting, and so far, he'd yet to run out of stories to tell you of. Luffy and chopper had been chaotic during dinner, to say the least, and Nami spent quite a bit of her time wrestling them into control, and then laughing along side you. Zoro seemed to spend more time drinking than actually eating, and multiple times he'd gotten into some form of argument with Sanji.

"What a weird bunch.."

"I heard that."

You almost jolted out of your skin at the sound of his voice, coughing as you spun around to be met face-to-face with the crews swordsman.

"GAH! Some noise next time, would ya?!" You placed a hand over your chest, half being dramatic, and half recovering from the fact he almost made you fall over the railing. Zoro snickered, joining you against the railing.

"Pay more attention then, Feathers." Ah, yes. The nickname Luffy had dubbed you over dinner. He seemed to switch between using your actual name and the nickname, which, according to Nami, means he likes you. Not sure what good that knowledge does me, but whatever.

"Oh gimma a break! Traumatic event and all."

He scoffed and looked at the sky, "...any sign of your friend? I'm assuming you're still looking for them."

You nodded your head, feeling a sense of guilt. "Yeah.. I'm hoping I had flown ahead of him and he saw the storm before I did. If he didnt.. well.."

Zoro seemed to understand what you left unsaid, and cast you a swift glance.

"If your friend is anything like you, I'm sure he's fine." He grunted at last, shaking his head. "I don't think anybody can just get struck by lightning-" "don't think I was struck, I was probably just too close-" you intervened, "-yeah yeah. My point is, not everybody just gets struck, and gets saved by driftwood. I bet your friend found some, too, or he didn't get struck at all."

"I hope so."

A silence fell between the two of you, and you leaned farther over the railing, staring down at the water. To some extent, you could see the fish swimming just out of reach, and a smile graced your face as you reached a hand out.

At the same instant, you felt a hand on your back, gently gripping at your shirt.

"Careful now, or you're gonna end up a wet bird."

Huh.. how funny. That's one of the last things Killian told me.

You broke into a fit of giggles, leaning back up to stare at the swordsman. "Wet bird I may be, but I can still swim better than anyone on the crew, I bet."

"Wanna test that?" Zoro responded with a grin, and just as you readied yourself to respond, a rather panicked voice came from across the ship.

"Guys?! Come quick!"

It was Nami. Both you and Zoro ran to meet Nami, while Sanji, Luffy, and Chopper, came a bit slower, still groggy with sleep.

"What's wrong, Nami-swan?"

"Nami?"

Sanji and Luffy questioned simultaneously, while the rest of you waited in silence.

"The Logue Pose.. it won't lock on to an island."

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #x reader #one piece #straw hats x reader #straw hats

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bluegalaxygirl · 1 month

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Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P8

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language, Kidnapping, Drugs, Snakes, Violence and Creeper behavior.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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Groaning your back hits something solid as Percy puts you down, he tried to be gentle but with you unable to move, your basically dead weight "Sorry, Sorry… We'll rest here for a minute" Percy pants sitting down on the floor and resting his back against the tree across from you, your hands are bound behind your back by rope along with your ankles while your mouth has a piece of cloth over it. If you could move you know you can get out of it or let you snakes out to help but all you can do is blink, barely speak and just about turn your head, saving your energy you focus on your hand behind your back trying to make fangs out of your fingers. Your eyes are still fuzzy, lights dancing around like firefly's in the sky but you're awake and able to think again, scanning the dark frost it's hard to make out anything, the young man managed to find a spot that doesn't have any bushes or flowers nearby that would light up giving away your location and the glowing fruit above you has already been picked. Everything is so quiet but unlike before this quiet made you nervous, sick to your stomach, you hope someone will notice your missing before Percy does what ever his crazy mind is planning to do, what is his plan anyway? there's no way off this island except the sunny and the log pose has two more days until it resets. Is he just going to wait it out and hope the crew leaves or sneak you back on board at some point? Both plans are stupid. After a while of silence there's a shift of movement in front of you, Percy sighs while moving closer to you before laying down on his back resting his head on your folded knees, if you could you would kick him off.

Percy looks up at you hardly able to see your face, but he reaches up and pushes some hair behind your ear "I'm sorry about all this" He whispers keeping his voice down so only you can hear him "I hope you don't feel sick, those seeds can cause weird hallucinations that make your head spin. The lights will fade away soon but the paralysis will take longer to wear off, at least it will give us time to talk" Percy smiles up at you resting his hands on his stomach, he waits for a replay but when he didn't get one his smile fades remembering that you can't talk. "Oh!.. I forgot you can't talk back, thats ok i can talk… You know what's funny the seed i took from your desk, the one i crushed up and put in your tea, do you know what its called?" The young man laughs making you roll your eyes, how can he find this funny? he drugged you while your back was turned, he probably hid the tea bags so you wouldn't see him put the crushed up seed into your drink. "Its called Snow whites kiss… The symptoms fit those of Snow white when she was poisoned by the witch, dizziness, fainting, hallucinations, paralysis of body and vocal cords and slowing of the breath and heart" Percy sighs reaching up and placing two fingers on your neck feeling for your pules "Its so slow you can hardly feel it, if you weren't awake someone would think your dead. Its rumored that a true loves kiss can break the paralysis, isn't that funny?" The young man moves his hand from your neck to your cheek letting his thumb run under your eye as he lets out a small laugh. While he's been talking you've been trying to focus on your hand struggling to move even one of your fingers but you won't give up, your close to getting your snake out.

Your plan is to let your snake out and send it off to find the crew so it can lead them back to you. "W-Why?" You manage to speak hoping to keep Percy talking so any noise you make won't give away what your doing. The young man looks up at you in shock but then a smile appears as he sits up getting close to your face "Wow that's amazing, you can just about talk, you really are strong Y/n" He laughs only to slap his hand over his mouth stopping his voice from echoing out into the silent forest, once he's calmed down he puts his hand on you lap giving your leg a few pats "Don't worry, i'm not going to hurt you, i'm saving you from them. What you told me made me realize how tight their leash is on you, you'll believe anything they tell you… I can see what their doing to you so they feel threatened by me, thats why their trying to get you to hate me, to stay away from me, they don't want to let you go because their using you, you easily give them what they want" Percy squeezes your leg starting to get upset and angry, leaning closer to your face you try to move back only for the back of your head to hit the tree stopping you form going any further. "I'll save you from them, all of them, Sanji and Zoro who use your love for them to get what they want and the crew who are either blind too it all or are using you too. You're a kind soul Y/n, I've seen too many people like you get used and abused and i won't let that happen. Not to you, you'll be safe with me" Percy whispers placing his hand on your cheek, your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes widen, your body's overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to push him away.

Using this new-found strength you manage to make fangs out of your fingers, the tattoo on your arm coming to life and slithering out of your skin and onto the grass. Luckily it doesn't move understanding the situation and the need to be still since the tense silence is overwhelming, any little noise will give away what you've done. Percy brings his over hand up and pulls down the cloth covering your mouth starting to get closer and closer until his lips just about meet yours. Your heart pounds in your chest wanting him off you, the thought of your snake attacking him comes to mind but you decide against it not wanting panic to take over your mind and ruin any progress you've made. Attacking and then sending your snake off is going to use up most of your energy to stay awake so you have to think smart and use that strength to stay awake long enough for your snake to find the crew then you can rest. "I-i really want to, don't get me wrong, i really like you Y/n but you still don't understand, i can't risk that true loves kiss thing being true" Percy sighs pulling away from you, the breath you were holding leaves your lips in a relived sigh. "I know, i'm sorry. I've been wanting too for a while" The young man gives you a sad smile while laying down on his side and curling up resting his head back on your lap, you roll your eyes again while gritting your teeth. Did he really think you were sighing over him not kissing you? You've lost all and any kind of sympathy for him long ago but that empty space is now filled with disgust and anger.

Sighing again to calm your nerves you have to get him to talk again, that way when your snake heads off to look for the crew he won't notice. "H-How.. Do you.. know a-about seeds?" You manage to get out with a lot of effort but at least it makes Percy start talking again, his finger draws patterns on your leg as a large smile forms on his face. "We'll before i was drafted i studded Biology and Chemistry, i mainly focused on the affect of chemicals processing in the body, i always found it fascinating how some things can affect someone in different dosses" As he starts talking your snake nudged your back asking what to do, with Percy distracted you turn your head a little and nod into the darkness before mouthing to find the crew and be quiet. Your snake nods flicking its tongue at you before slithering over to another tree and climbing up as to not give away what's happening. "Like carrots are good for your health but if you eat too much your skin can turn orange and how the body needs Vermin D, or sunlight to process calcium but if you stay out in the sun too long you can get sun burn or skin cancer." Percy rambles on but you hardly pay attention instead relaxing against the tree trying to conserve as much energy as possible, your tired but you need to hold off for as long as possible on falling asleep. Your snake slithers over branches above the trees using its tongue and thermal vision to make out the surrounding area hoping to find its way back to the ship at least, it stops suddenly before making its way down the tree and into the grass. It smells the air lifting itself higher and higher until it sprints off going after the smell.

Running threw the dark forest Sanji holds the snail phone in front of him listening to Nami's instructions on where to go and how to get there, the next place to look is a small cave on the other side of the island, Zoro sticks close one hand on his swords ready to pull them out at a moments notice while his other hands grips tightly onto the cooks belt. "When you find that apple glow tree turn left" Nami points out only for Usopp to scramble up the ladder making his way over to the navigator quickly followed by Chopper both looking a little panicked "N-Nami" The two rush up behind her earning a groan of annoyance from the woman who's trying to focus, Usopp places your notebook down on the table next to the map as Chopper jumps up placing a strange white seed on the table before noticing the Snail phone. "We turned left Nami-swan" Sanji yells through the snail phone ignoring the other two on the other end of the phone "Oh Sanji, is Zoro with you?" Chopper asks looking over a page in your notebook as Usopp rushes over to the book case grabbing one of his seed books and bringing it over trying to find the page he needs. "Yea, what is it Chopper?" Zoro yells out a pit forming in his stomach since the doctor sounds a little panicked, Nami quickly gives the two more directions before gesturing for Chopper to speak now that she's done. "That strange bitter smell in the kitchen was coming from that tea cup. Me, Usopp and Robin managed to figure out what it was, it's a crushed up seed that Y/n and Usopp were struggling to identify, we found more of the same seeds where the tea bags were hidden" Chopper sighs looking to Usopp who's scanning over a page sometimes looking down at the notebook and seed trying to figure out what exactly it is and how it affects someone.

Sanji grips the snail phone tightly in his hand, he knows you wouldn't do anything with a seed that you didn't know so it had to be Percy but why? Why would you drink something he made? Zoro growls wanting to kill Percy now more than ever, he's also slightly angry with you, he told you to stay away from the young man. "We're trying to figure out what the seed does but Robin said that Percy might have slipped it into her tea, if thats the case then he clearly knows about it and how it works" Chopper continues after not getting an answer off the two, he wants to reassure them but there isn't much he can say in this situation. Making it to the cave Zoro pulls out his sword and let's go of Sanji's belt scanning the area for any sign of you while Sanji lights his leg on fire starting to walk into the dark cave only to be met by a dead end, its more of a rock den than a cave but at least they can rule this area out quickly. "She's not here, where to next?" Zoro sighs walking over to the cook becoming impatient as Nami searches the map in front of her. Usopp suddenly gaps causing almost everyone to jump at his sudden action "I found the seed, its Sărutul Albei ca Zăpada, also known as Snow whites kiss, the fruit it grows are fine to eat and full of protean but the seed itself can be deadly." The sniper places the book down on the table showing Chopper so the doctor can make a quick cure "When consumed it causes Hallucinations, fainting, paralysis and heart problems luckily it seems Y/n only drank half a cup so the affects won't kill her" Hearing this Sanji lets out a sigh of relief glad to know you won't die from it, Zoro places his hand on the cooks shoulder leaning towards the phone "Where to next Nami, we can talk about this on the way"

Hearing his urgency Nami quickly gives them directions to the next area hearing the two start to run and follow her directions as Usopp and Chopper talk about the seed. Overhearing this conversation Zoro's heart sinks, a seed thats related to a fairy tail is never a good sign, and he doubts a true loves kiss will bring his lover back to them. Questions run through his head as his hand gripping his sword and Sanji's belt tightly, he needed to stop thinking of what state you might be in and what Percy has planned but his thoughts keep spiraling until Sanji suddenly stops bring the both of them to a halt "What?" The swordsman's whispers standing back-to-back with the cook while pulling out his other sword ready for a fight, Sanji looks around lifting his leg up and lighting it on fire as his teeth clench down on his cigarette threatening to bite it in half. "I hear movement" The cook whispers listening out for the sound again, the forest is dark enough on its own but with the setting sun it somehow makes the forest even darker, the trees around them have been picked clean leaving hardly any light other than Sanji's leg to see around them. The flowers and brushes to their right start lighting up showing something quickly heading their way, Sanji goes to kick while Zoro swings his sword down on the creature but both stop mid attack as a loud hiss hits their ears. Your snake skids to a stop sliding out of the bushes looking up at the two with slightly wide eyes, putting his foot down Sanji sighs in relief as the snake rises up as high as it can go while Zoro puts one of his swords away offering his hand to the snake.

The two can clearly tell your struggling just by looking at the poor tired snake, its small only able to wrap itself around Zoro's forearm and its starting to pant feeling exhausted from getting to this point "You guys ok?" Nami asks over the snail phone, with no sound of fighting she wondered if the phone was dropped or if something happened to them but relief soon fills her as Sanji answers "We're fine, sorry for the worry, Y/n's snake is here although it isn't looking too good" The cook sighs lightly stroking its head with his finger trying to ease his own worries, if your snake is out it means your awake and can move or at least move your hand but with how tired it looks and how small it is, its clear your losing what ever energy you had before "Great, it can lead the way back to her, I'll get the cure ready, i think i have an idea of how to reverse this" Chopper happily calls out before jumping off the table and running to his office soon followed by Usopp who grabs the book just in case they need it. Sanji and Zoro nod to each other before looking down at your snake whose head lifts up to point the way back to you. Nami sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, looking over her map she tries to keep track of where their going, so she can help them find their way back to the Sunny. After a while of running your snake tenses up letting out a low growl "What's wrong?" Zoro asks continuing to run through the forest with Sanji close behind but the snake doesn't answer only continuing to let out that guttural growl, his heart breaks at hearing it again, it's the same growl he heard when you got upset a few days go.

Sanji runs up next to the swordsman looking down at the snake tightly wrapping itself around Zoro's arm, its growl getting louder and louder sending a shiver down his spine as his eyes widen "Is that-" The cook goes to ask only to be interpreted by the green haired man who growls under his breath "Yea, i'm gonna kill that asshole" Sanji's heart twists in his chest hating the thought of you going back into that state, Nami told him what you were like, how broken you looked. He didn't want you to go back to that, he also didn't want to think of what Percy said or did to make you this way again, but he shakes his head getting those thoughts out and just focusing on getting to you. Your snake continues to give directions but its body stays quite stiff continuing to growl and hiss until it suddenly stops, the two quickly look to your snake seeing its body loosen up and its eyes going dull "Shit, she passed out" Zoro growls grabbing your snake as it tried to slither off his arm, gripping onto the snake as hard as he can while also trying not to hurt it the two keep going following your snakes relaxed and almost lazy movements. With how small you snake is if they let it go then they'll most likely loose it in the grass, if it didn't brush up against a flower or a brush or if it went up a tree to get to you the two would easily loose sight and any chance of finding you. At this point your snakes on auto pilot, its only desire is to get back to you no matter what, ignoring anything and everything around it even danger but at least they can still get to you, all they have to do is keep running and hold on tight to the snake trying to slither out of the swordsman's grasp.

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ladytabletop · 11 months

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A list of outrageous pirates?

She swaggers as though the waves still toss beneath her, though you've never once seen her leave this tavern. Still, her name rouses whispers and they say the ivory-handled revolver she carries once belonged to a king she wooed and then left. Her barnacle-encrusted hat is rumored to be from a stint as Davy Jones's wife - surely that's not true? But the grit in her voice when you start to raise the question makes it crumble on your lips like seaweed made brittle in the sun.

They're more at home in the rigging than anywhere else, and though they look youthful, it's been decades since they've been a cabin boy or deckhand whose job it is to furl sails. They've nary a hair on their body, but their freckles speak to their time in the sun. What is it they are trying to see over the edge of the horizon? What sends them climbing toward the sky?

His belly laugh is the first thing you notice about him. It's a marvel it can escape the forest of his brown, tangled beard. He'll spin you a tale about a treasure so grand, you know you'd sail after him to the ends of the earth, only to reveal it a lie. You find it difficult to be angry with him though - something in his voice makes you want to be in his good graces. Get the first mate drunk enough and he'll tell you the captain's the son of a siren, but that's the drink talking, isn't it?

This twin is tattooed from toe to scalp. She carries a bandolier of blades, says shot might fail if it gets wet but a knife never will. You want to know the story of her tattoos? Tough shit.

That twin covers himself, all except the eyes. Is it because he's as tattooed as his sister? He's quick with a word and quicker with a whip. You think it a strange choice of weapon until you see him on an enemy ship, snagging ankles and sending sailors careening into one another. His sister is a blur around him, rolling off his back to slash a man's throat.

It's not just a parrot on the shoulder for them. It's a practical menagerie following at their heels. They're scarred and bruised, and their teeth are as sharp as the foxes and stray cats that follow them as they walk the deck with bare feet. You've heard they lived in the jungle as a child, and one snarl suggests the rumors are true.

He carries a two-hander that he claims was stolen from a Viking tomb. You'd say he only carried it for clout if not for his muscular arms and back, which he puts on display at every opportunity. The salt in his hair and on his skin falls like snow when he walks, but he seems unbothered by its roughness. Whether swimming or fighting, he poses an intimidating presence.

Her arm ends at the elbow. She's quick to knock you down if you say anything untoward about it. As a helmsman, she's unparalleled - she says she hears the stars whisper. When she makes a prediction, you listen. No superstition that falls from her lips is untrue.

For someone so frequently at sea, they certainly delight in fire. You'd swear the flames rolled across their fingertips when they sat on watch - but no, it must have been a trick of the light. They carry sulfur matches in their pockets, and the captain warns them away from the powder. At first you think their eyebrows are burned off, but they're nearly pure white against pale skin.

He's never without a song. You've heard him whistling while he cuts down enemies, humming while he hauls ropes, drumming on the wheel when it's his turn at the helm. He finds it impossible to be still; you've never heard a sound like the howling screeches he made when clapped in chains.

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#d10 random list

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 5 months

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Is vanillite a good pet?

A vanillite may make a good pet if you live in the right sort of place and are able to handle their chilling abilities.

As small, levitating pokémon, vanillites don’t take up too much space. That being said, they are quick particular about what spaces they can live in. For example, vanillites always sleep buried in snow at night (White). In places where snow isn’t found, vanillites can try to create snow crystals using their freezing, -58° F breath (Black, Shield), but this ability appears to have limits. Vanillites can’t survive forever in hot areas, and find themselves shrinking “little by little” in warm environments (Ultra Sun, Shield). That isn’t to say that keeping a vanillite while living in a warmer region is impossible — they’re even said to be treasured companions in households in warm regions (Moon) — but it would certainly help to provide them with a cool place to rest.

Speaking of that freezing breath, vanillites are no pushovers in a fight. While they may not be the fastest to jump into a fight, vanillites can use their freezing breath to freeze targets solid with moves like Ice Beam and Blizzard, or even impale them with a icicle by using Icicle Spear! If a vanillite is able to hit you with Sheer Cold, you’ll be so overwhelmed by the cold that you’ll faint immediately! There are a lot of ways that a vanillite could really harm you. They don’t appear to be hunters or quick to violence, but this must be considered, especially when this destructive power comes from something as simple as their breathing.

There unfortunately isn’t much more data about vanillites to go over. We know, due to their supposed origin, that they are determined critters (Ultra Moon), and that they have been valued in households due to the pleasant cooling effect of touching one (Moon). They could be very dangerous if they wanted to be, but they seem peaceful and timid enough. If you are able to accommodate their need for a cool environment and are willing to take the risk that their moves pose, a vanillite could be a good pet for you.

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Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 1

You woke up cold and alone on the forest floor. Not remembering how you came to be here at all. Last you remembered was going to sleep, passed out in your work clothes on your uncomfortable couch. Your abysmal day at the grocery store dealing with rampaging customers leading you to not care if you were still wearing your bra and sleeping in uncomfortable jeans. You just needed rest. And rest you did. Until you felt a chill run through your body and pierce your bones. A cold you’ve never felt before but payed no mind to as you blindly tried to grab your pink Kirby throw blanket you kept on the back of the couch, for this exact purpose. When your hand touched nothing but air and landed in a cold wetness, you jolted up.

Snow. Snow was everywhere. Giant birch trees surrounded you as well. Your body started to shiver involuntarily. You peered down at your black graphic t-shirt and blue vest and realized the snow was starting to melt slightly. You immediately shot up and patted yourself down. Not wanting to be wet in this type of weather.

“What the fuck is happening?” Your breathing started to turn harsh as anxiety and fear gripped your heart. You spun around in a circle trying to orient yourself, but it was hard to do when you had absolutely no idea where you were. And how you even got here was even more concerning.

“Oh god, What do I do? What do I do?” You whispered to yourself. Trying to come up with a plan, with SOMETHING that might help you here. But your mind came up blank. Panic. You were panicking. You looked down towards your hands and saw the tips of your fingers start to turn blue.

“Fuck. Ok, come on (y/n) think. Find shelter. Start a fire. How the fuck do I start a fire!?” Your mind raced with ways to help your survival but you were never one for camping so you came up with zilch. But then, from your right you heard something. Talking? Oh my god, people! They’d have to help you! You forced your frozen limbs to walk towards the voices. You couldn’t feel your feet. Your tennis shoes being buried in snow as you walked.

“Hello! Please I… I need help!” You shouted towards the voices. You see a small fire as you approached the fence. It was made of white birch limbs. Your knees shook as they gave out. Your hands shooting out to grab at the fence. But instead you pushed it inwards and landed on your face. Why did it feel like this cold was actively trying to harm you? Like the winter snow wanted to bury you alive and seep the life out of you? Like it was… alive.

“Father, who is that!?”

“Be on your guard. We don’t know who or what that may be.” You looked up as two figures approached you. Figures you’ve seen before. Those voices. You’ve heard those voices before as well. But for now, you needed out of this goddamn cold.

“Please, it’s so cold.” Atreus approached you and helped you up. As he held you in his arms he realized just how severe Fimbulwinter could be for mortals. “Father! She’s freezing! We have to help her.”

Kratos grunted before asking for your name and how you came to be in their forest. You gave it. You gave it all. In a stuttering and discombobulated mess, but you tried your best to sound honest and friendly. You did not want to pose yourself as a threat to these men. These Gods.

“Well, that is quite interesting if true lass.” Mimir said from Kratos’ belt.

“I’m telling th… the truth I… I swe… swear!” You look up at him. Hoping to portray your innocence through your eyes. After all they are the window to the soul, are they not. “Father, she’ll die out here if we don’t help her.” That statement shook you to your core. And you realized just how truthful it was. If you did find a way to survive in this cold by yourself, what of all the creatures and monsters that lurk in this world. You’d die out there. Alone. You look up towards Kratos one last time. “Please.”

“Can you carry her?” He asks his son. Atreus just nods as he picks you up effortlessly as they made their way back to their cabin. The winter finally seeped into your mind as you slowly drifted to a dreamless sleep.

“Mimir.”

“Yes lad?” Atreus looks towards you sleeping peacefully in his arms as he was instructed to lay you in Kratos’ bed of furs. “Do you believe her? She claims she’s from another world. Can we trust her?” He said as he turned towards his father, who was adding more wood to the fire.

“Odder things have happened in this world. I believe her. But does that mean we can trust her? Only time will tell.” Kratos hums in agreement. He knows all about how strange this or other worlds could be.

“Well, I think we should trust her.”

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I did a thing? I am currently doing a thing? I don’t know. I’m a sucker for this Isekai cliche shit. I I love that weasel of a man so. This was born. Hope you enjoy. Lol.

#heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war x reader #heimdall gow x reader #gow reader insert

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withlovelunette · 1 year

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Matryoshka Doll & Wooden Soldiers (WIP title)

— A Nutcracker Retelling

Genre: Fairytale retelling, adult fiction, speculative fiction.

Setting: Wintery, early 19th century Germany, Russia & other culturally-inspired fantasy settings with a touch of steampunk.

Summary: Clara Stahlbaum is forced to prematurely shelf her ballet career after a severe injury. Feeling lost and alone, the former ballerina leaves the comfort of her home in the countryside to visit the city and help her godfather run his toy shop while she recovers from her mental strife. After encountering a peculiar stranger with wooden hands who speaks of a fairy that can undo all injuries and ailments, Clara is pulled into a plot of curses, tragedy and lost personhood.

Themes: Identity & self worth, loss of humanity, defying fate, vengeance and repressed emotions, hints of unhinged womanhood if you squint.

Introduction & Context

Matryoshka Doll & Wooden Soldiers is a retelling and slight reconstruction of the beloved story The Nutcracker & the Mouse King, taking partial inspiration from the ballet, but is otherwise mostly based on Hoffmann’s original 1816 novel! I’ve been deeply infatuated with this story ever since I watched the animated movie by GoodTimes Entertainment (please tell me someone else watched this as a kid) and the Barbie version when I was little. I’ve since read the original book and been wanting to reconstruct the story into something new! Everything in this post is very much a WIP and subject to change as I develop the story, as it’s still in its first draft!

Inspirations & Vibes

Tchaikovsky’s music and the ballet (naturally), powdered snow, sweet Turkish delight, hot steam from the locomotive swirling in the crisp winter air, scent of gingerbread and mulled wine with cinnamon, winter wonderlands and peppermint candy canes, pastel baroque & rococo aesthetics, white marble with specks of blood, loss of humanity and sense of self, tragic romance, whimsical inventions, old fashioned toy shops filled with wonder, out of tune music box and other antique trinkets, freshly baked Berliner buns, the gritty and dark hiding beneath the prim and proper, prickling fingers on thorns while picking berries.

Main Characters

Clara Stahlbaum (23) she/her

Burnt out gifted kid filled with longing and passions she can no longer pursue, a romantic posing as a cynic to protect her feelings, loves messing with little trinkets and antiques and is kinda a nerd.

Hans Peter (25) he/him

Stoic, intellectualises his feelings, detached yet slightly vain, charming until you realise he’s not aloof for allure’s sake he’s just kinda socially awkward, but hey maybe that’s charming to some.

Godfather Drosselmeyer (52) he/him

Eccentric, mischievous, a bit sketchy but people brush him off as just a quirky old man, secretive, knows a lot and yet literally no one in the city knows anything about him he just showed up one day.

I might make a deep dive post about these characters to go into their psychology and development if that’s something people would be interested in! Deconstructing a character’s psyche is one of my favourite aspects of writing and I’d love to be able to share it. Also I know this seems very heteronormative as a story but I promise there are queer themes brewing beneath the surface here I would die otherwise.

✦ If you’d like to be added to a tag list for future writing updates/excerpts, please let me know!

Story Tag; #md&ws

#wip #writeblr #the nutcracker #thenutcracker #nutcracker #fairy tale retelling #wip intro #wip introduction #original post #steampunk #fantasy writing #md&ws

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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Hunger Games & Descendants crossover

Aka me showing Descendants characters into vaguely hunger games setting because it sparks joy. Keeping one (1) Hunger Games character: Ceasar Flickerman, for the reason that Descendants Verse moderator (Snow White) would faint within a minute of having to share a stage with exhibitionistic pirates.

Also. Haymitch. I feel like he and Harriet & James Hook should meet.

Anyway.

(I hope you don't expect any plot)

The Hooks are the Fourth District. The sea side one. Uma, too, and the Smees.

James Hook is a Victor long past, and he lost a hand in his games. He had it replaced by a hook, because he's committing to the bit. Drama queen. He's a Capitol favourite and still very much haunted by the children he fought in his arena. (He's so perfect for this au, I can't)

Harriet is also a Victor, from two years prior.

She volunteered and didn't have a good time ever since. (Didn't have a good time ever ✨)

She didn't lose a hand. This does not stop the Capitol from styling her with a hook.

Both of them are rather heavy alcoholics by this point.

Harriet was a difficult Victor. Stubborn and way too happy to speak her mind. It took Capitol pointing at her siblings and going „If you don't shut up, they'll be next“ to get her to cooperate.

She shut up. She was not happy about it but she's not letting her siblings die in the arena – or otherwise.

Either way, after her, the Capitol needed a Good Victor (tm). They found their Victor in Claudine Frollo, a brainwashed career from District One.

She was ready to lie on her knife for her (District) people rebelling against the Capitol, but her Games were pretty heavily rigged. She was not allowed near sharp things by the gamemakers.

Her trauma from the arena is unsurprisingly not helping. Claudine gets unresponsive for huge amounts of time, and she's still not allowed near sharp things.

„You were raised in a fucking cult!“ „...oh.“ This conversation between Harriet and Claudine definitely happens. Harriet is this close to snapping at Claudine at live TV.

Either way, deal somewhat holds, right? Younger Hook siblings are not reaped.

... wouldn't be the Hooks if there wasn't more chaos, okay?

Next year, Uma is reaped, and there is no way Harry is letting her go alone. He volunteers before the boys are even reaped, threatening murder to career girls who didn't take Uma's place and career boys who would take his in the same breath.

This flies, because Capitol lives for drama.

Also, surprisingly, Uma's reaping wasn't rigged. And even if it was, she was not a part of any deal.

Ursula was an actress, a singer, dragged to Capitol from District four and tossed back when they got bored; when she got too old or otherwise unsuitable. She blames Uma for this. Her most famous role was that of a Sea Witch because Why Not.

Uma wasn't a career, but Harry was. He didn't graduate yet, and his older sister insisted he doesn't volunteer.

Anyway. Since this is AU, I feel like it should be possible for the Games to have multiple Victors if the people like them enough.

It's not something common, but it can happen. It has happened before.

Mulan and Shang pulled it off. Mulan while posing as her brother or male cousin all the while. It was one of the earlier games, but people loved it. (Consequently, their son got reaped the year before Harriet. Pure coincidence, you see. He survived, though.)

The other people winning together were Raya and Namaari, because I said so. They had no children for reasons called "they're lesbians, your honour."

And Uma and Harry are gonna win together too because this is MY self-indulgent AU with zero actual plot.

They're having way too much fun on the stage. Survival instinct (the bit that Uma has) gets overshadowed by the need to a) shock as much people as possible and b) drama✨

They end up making out at the tribute interview. Ceasar is having the time of his life. He hasn't had this interesting tributes since Harriet Hook and Ivy de Vil.

(they obviously make out at the Victors interview too)

De Vils now, yeah?

Third district. Technology, for Carlos. They're inovators, the driving force.

Cruella, much like Hook, is a victor of long past. She went mad in her Games. Her victor talent is fashion, obviously, and Capitol has no problems with the more unethical aspects of her designs.

Her reaping-age relatives have the unfortunate tendency to, well, get reaped. She lost a brother, two nephews and a niece this way.

You see, de Vils are rebels. They need to stand out, they need to be heard. (Much like Hooks, but in better clothes, thank you for asking.)

Ivy was the last one reaped. Now, she knew her odds – one in twenty four and worse yet. The Capitol is not letting a de Vil win again.

Consequently, she might have started riot on her tribute interview. I mean, what are they gonna do? Kill her?

Yeah, I thought so.

I'm getting lost, aren't I.

Tremaines. Officers family from District Eight that thinks themselves way too important (they really aren't). All accusations of Anthony's reaping being rigged will be denied.

Anthony is in the same games as Uma and Harry because Drama.

His stylist is Audrey Rose who got caught high in public one too many times. But hey. They're vibing. Also, this conversation:

Anthony, talking about Harriet: "... she's just so pretty-“

Audrey, an aro ace, just trying to do her job: „...I suppose? She could use to wear something different than the red, and a bit less eyeliner...“

(Ginny, barging in: „YES SHE IS.“)

(I'm projecting on Audrey and you cannot stop me.) (She isn't being mean, she's just struggling to see it.) (Struggling in general. Girl is dissociating more than not, but actually trying her best as a tribute stylist.) (She and Claudine should meet. Attend some therapy together.)

Ginny is Capitol, too. She's a medical student, a medic apprentice, whatever you want to call it. Aesthetics and cosmetics surgery specifically. She's shadowing some doctors at tribute-victor-centre.

Which, let's be honest, mainly means that she, Anthony and Harriet can meet ✨

Like Anthony, she thinks that Harriet is gorgeous. She thinks the same about Anthony.

She flatlines Anthony's medical tracker while he's sleeping but still very much alive in the arena. This goes unnoticed because Harry and Uma are kicking up too much drama. And Ginny and Anthony are pretty good at disguises.

Faciliers. They live in Capitol. With documents that are certainly both legal and theirs.

But hey. No one is gping to kick them out. They smuggle in expensive drugs and absinth and other interesting stuff.

They also know way too much blackmail.

Celia and Freddie have accidentally befriended the gamemakers while making deliveries and now the gamemakers let them play a bit and design new fun mutts!

(Stuff of nightmares, I tell you)

Mal is a way too Capitol-propaganda enthusiastic Victor from one of the poor Districts.

Jay is from District Two, a secret rebel. Jade died in the Games.

Oh! CJ sneaked into the Capitol with her older siblings despite being specifically forbidden to do so, and is now setting something on fire. Ceasar practically gave her a permission by calling her "a little firecracker" in the interview with Harry.

The Smees were supposed to watch her, but the Smees couldn't be paid enough for that.

I'm almost certain I forgot someone. Please, ask if I did or if you find something interesting and want me to elaborate?

#disney descendants #hunger games crossover #cj hook #harry hook #harriet hook #uma descendants #claudine frollo #freddie facilier #mal bertha #anthony tremaine #celia facilier #ginny gothel #audrey rose #ivy de vil

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