#them bonding over flying swords and knives <3

[the-crow-binary]

Flying swords besties!

Underrated vampire and his underrated Belmont friend <3

#joachim being a teacher to a young soul <3 #them bonding over flying swords and knives <3 #castlevania #akumajou dracula #joachim armster #lament of innocence #soleil belmont #soleiyu belmont #belmont's revenge #crow art #sketch #castlevania fanart

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #137: Chloe von Einzbern

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making yet another servant with absolutely no other media beyond Fate Grand Order, Chloe von Einzbern! Basically, small, vampiric Emiya. 

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Another 13-year-old anime character in a bikini. Joy.

Race and Background

Like your sister you’re a homunculus... kinda? Anyway, that means we’re going Custom Origin from Tasha’s giving you +2 Dexterity, a Small build, History proficiency to keep track of those cards, and the Piercer feat. That bumps your dexterity up by another point, you can re-roll a die of piercing damage each turn, and critical hits deal an extra die of damage if you’re using a piercing weapon. Knives pierce, use those.

Since you were your sister (or rather you two were the same person who wasn’t entirely one or the other previously... plurality is weird.) for most of your life, that means you’re also an Inheritor. Survival is the default proficiency, but since you took most of the magic when you left you also get Arcana proficiency.

Ability Scores

In case you couldn’t tell from your racial bonuses, you’re pretty good at Dexterity. You’re fast, and you’re good with knives. After that is Charisma, to help you tease Illya a bit. Also, you’re a kid, kids are cute. Your Wisdom comes next, you can’t tease people if you don’t notice stuff to tease them on. After that is Constitution, you’re the more physical fighter of the family. Your Intelligence isn’t great since you’re a kid, and even though it’s one of our casting modifiers that doesn’t mean we actually need it. Finally, dump Strength. You are child, you have noodle arms.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: You specialize with daggers, but we need to be good with every kind of projection you can make, that means we’re a fighter first and foremost. As a fighter, you learn the Thrown Weapon fighting style, letting you toss more daggers in a turn and also deal +2 damage with thrown weapon attacks.

You can also use your bonus action to use your Second Wind to heal yourself. Not super fancy, but not dying’s always nice.

2. Monk 1: First level monks get Unarmored Defense, because... yeah, that doesn’t qualify. This means your AC is now 10 + your dexterity modifier + your wisdom modifier while not stuck in armor. Plate mail isn’t really your thing.

You also learn Martial Arts, giving your monk attacks a base damage of 1d4. You can also use dexterity instead of strength when attacking, in case you find yourself using something larger than a knife. Finally, you can use your bonus action to make an unarmed attack if you make a monk attack with your action. You’re already probably using your bonus action for knife attacks, but switching things up is a good strategy. 

3. Fighter 2: Second level fighters get an Action Surge once per short rest, letting you slap an extra action onto a turn. It’s kind of like an extra attack, but not!

4. Fighter 3: Third level fighters get their martial archetype, and if you want to summon weapons there’s no better way to do it than the Eldritch Knight. Thanks to their Weapon Bond (a ritual performed over a short rest) they can summon one of two bonded weapons to their hand as a bonus action, and you can’t be disarmed unless you’re incapacitated. You also learn some Spells, but since they use your intelligence we’ll have to hold off on the big guns for now.

Grab Blade Ward and Shield for some protective weapon summoning, Mage Hand for finer weapon control at a distance, False Life for a tiny bit of vampirism, and Magic Missile for some super accurate dagger tossing.

Also worth noting that your Weapon Bond only lets you project the same two weapons over and over again, but I mean... you already do that.

5. Fighter 4: For your first Ability Score Improvement, bump up your Wisdom for some more AC. Can’t have enough of that stuff.

You also learn the Alarm spell, because it’s one of the few that barely even feels like a spell. Just flavor it as like, a regular alarm system. Bam, done.

6. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack, for more smack when you attack.

7. Fighter 6: You’re cursed to share Illya’s pain, so it makes sense that you should also get Illya’s Tough feat for some extra HP. Probably.

8. Monk 2: Back in monk now, second level monks can use their Ki to dash, disengage, dodge, or attack twice with their bonus action. You have a number of ki points equal to your monk level, and they recharge on short rests.

You also get Unarmored Movement, making yourself a bit more agile as long as you aren’t stuck in some leather.

9. Monk 3: You like stabbing. Kensei monks also like stabbing. It’s a match made in heaven! As a kensei monk you gain Kensei Weapons, two types of weapon (one melee, one ranged) that will be used for other features. I’d highly suggest daggers as your melee, the rest can be whatever you’d like to project later. You can use kensei weapons to make an Agile Parry, adding 2 to your AC when you make an unarmed strike as part of your attack action if you’re holding onto it. You can also make a Kensei’s Shot with your ranged weapons as a bonus action, adding 1d4 damage to the attack. Throwing a knife counts as a ranged attack, so slap as much damage onto it as possible.

You also learn the Way of the Brush, obtaining the power of the gods, Painter’s Supplies proficiency.

Also also, you can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming missile damage, and possibly yeeting it back by spending a ki point if you reduce the damage to 0.

10. Monk 4: Fourth level monks can Slow Fall as a reaction to reduce falling damage. I mean, if you project enough knives downward, it’ll eventually break your fall! Wait...

You also bump up your Charisma with this level’s ASI. It’ll make more sense in a bit.

11. Monk 5: Your extra attack isn’t usable here, but you do get a Stunning Strike, forcing a constitution save when you smack someone by spending a ki point. If they fail (its DC is 8+ your proficiency + your wisdom modifier btw) they’re stunned until the start of your next turn.

Finally, you can burn ki even faster thanks to your Focused Aim, spending 1-3 ki points to add 2 per point to an attack roll for extra accuracy.

12. Monk 6: Ki-Empowered Strikes and Magic Kensei Weapons mean all your monk attacks are magical to avoid resistances. You can also spend ki to make Deft Strikes, adding a martial arts die in damage to a kensei weapon attack once per turn.

13. Warlock 1: Yeah, sorry, this is another 3-class build. We need vampirism, what can I say?

We’ve called the grail a Great Old One before, and I think that can work here too. As part of your pact you learn Pact Magic, spells that you can cast using Charisma and that recharge on short rests.

Your Awakened Mind lets you speak telepathically to creatures within 30′ of you, even if you don’t share a language. I mean you probably have some kind of twin bond with Illya, right? We’re mostly here for the later levels anyway.

For spells: Sword Burst and Eldritch Blast let you summon more flying knives without having to worry about actually making them. You also get Expeditious Retreat for even more speed, and Charm Person to lay on the smarm.

14. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, ways to spice up your warlock life. Grab Agonizing Blast for deadlier knives, and Beguiling Influence to beef up your Deception and Persuasion checks for deadlier puppy-dog eyes.

Yeah, we’re not getting improved pact weapon for once. Are we running a fever?

You can also cast Comprehend Languages now to translate your anime. Just make sure to get subs too!

15. Warlock 3: Thanks to the Pact of the Blade, you can now project any weapon you want into existence as an action. The weapon counts as magical, and you always have proficiency with it.

You can also cast Cloud of Daggers to make a cloud... of daggers! They take up a 5 foot cube, and deals damage to creatures who walk into the area or start their turn in it.

16. Warlock 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger and more accurate spells.

Speaking of being more accurate, the cantrip True Strike lets you get advantage on an attack next turn, but it’s a lot easier just to attack twice. You can also use Misty Step to speed up past the point the eye can see.

17. Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get third level spells, meaning we can finally get our hands on Vampiric Touch for an energy draining kiss. You can make a touch attack each turn for up to a minute, dealing necrotic damage and healing half that amount each time you hit.

You also learn the invocation Eldritch Spear to up the range on your magical dagger throws. Just because they’re 100 feet away is no excuse to not attack them.

18. Warlock 6: Our last goolock goodie is the Entropic Ward. Once per short rest you can impose disadvantage on an incoming attack. If that attack misses, you get advantage on one attack against them. Evasion and a critical rate up, that’s dangerously close to an actual skill!

You also learn Counterspell this level. Rule Breaker is a weapon, so you should be able to project it well enough.

19. Monk 7: Finally bouncing back to monk after our long time away for Evasion. Half damage from failed dexterity saves, no damage from successes, you probably know the drill by now. You also get Stillness of Mind, letting you end charms and frigtens as an action.

20. Monk 8: Our capstone level gives us one last ASI, so max out that Dexterity. More AC, more damage, what’s not to love?

Pros:

Thanks to your various damage bonuses, you’ve got some deadly daggers on hand that can deal very consistent damage. You can deal 2d6+1d4+7 piercing damage on a single dagger with few resources spent, meaning you can keep that damage going for the long haul.

Speaking of dragging out a fight, you’re hard to hit thanks to a base AC of 17, the ability to boos that with Agile Parries and Shield to a maximum of 30, and disadvantage thanks to entropic ward. Getting hit: not even once.

Throwing daggers around gives you range, and your 45 feet of movement and teleportation gives you the mobility to abuse that. You’re even harder to hit when you’re constantly out of the enemy’s range.

Cons:

Even if options for making more, throwing weapons are still a pain to use, and require a bonus action or full action to recreate. On top of that, your spell slots and ki points are also pretty limited, reducing your effectiveness in long battles somewhat. Efficiency only goes so far.

Your bonus action is pretty crowded, thanks to regular monk stuff, healing, weapon bonds, and so on. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it does mean you’ll have to prioritize. 

Your Low Strength means that the occasional enemy that gets too close can knock you around. Just hope Illya’s around to distract them while you get back up.

#fate grand order #FGO #D&D 5e #Chloe von Einzbern #Fate and Phantasms #Fighter #Monk #Warlock

[bookworlders]

the wedding date - chapter 5

percabeth fake dating!au part 5!!!

part 1 

Cabin 3 was unrecognizable from when they had arrived the night before. Annabeth’s suitcase had erupted and her makeup and hair appliances now littered every flat surface. Thankfully, Percy had vacated their room to hangout with Frank and Leo so she could ready in private.

It had been awhile since she’d gotten dolled up to this extent, curling her hair, a full face of makeup, and heels. Annabeth hadn’t gotten this glammed up since Piper and Thalia moved away.

Annabeth went out with Rachel occasionally, but it was always to some hipster dive bar in the Village where a flannel and jeans would suffice. Sometimes, if Annabeth was going straight from work to meet Rachel, she’d even try to make herself look worse coming from a day at the office to fit in with Rachel’s grungier friends.

It was nice to take time to do her hair and mix-and-match and pick out an outfit that matched with the bachelorette party sashes Leo had acquired for them. Getting ready was especially relaxing after she had taken the best shower of her life. It was a much needed hot, relaxing session after the day they had all just had.

After brunch, all of the wedding guests had returned to their rooms to change, and rest up for an afternoon of camp activities.

Annabeth set down her curling iron, and shook her arm out, sore from their first activity after brunch — archery. Annabeth had never been spectacular at it in camp, and the years removed their camp training days had made her worse. Not as terrible as Percy, though. Annabeth spent the morning laughing at the cute face he made while he aimed for the targets.

Annabeth finished curling her hair, and got to work concealing a scratch on her arm.

After archery, a group had taken an excursion to the training arena to spar.

“Who’s next?” Annabeth asked, eyes sparkling as she swiped sweat from her brow. She held out her hand and helped Jason up.

“Hades, Annabeth,” Jason muttered, sheathing his golden gladius, “Can’t even give me a break on my wedding weekend?”

Annabeth grinned, “I was already going easy on you, Grace.” She looked around for her next opponent. Piper, Hazel, and a group had gone to the stables to groom the horses. Leo sat, bruised, physically and his ego, on the sidelines nursing a scrape on his arm. Frank messed with the straw poking out of one of sparring dummies, and refused to make eye contact with her. “Come on!”

“I’ll have a go,” piped Percy, standing up from the bench where he’d been sitting with Nico watching Reyna and Thalia spar across the arena.

Annabeth shot him a look, “Really Percy? It’s alright. These guys are just babies.”

Percy stood directly in front of her, “No, for real, I’ll spar with you.”

“Percy, no it’s okay,” Annabeth sheathed her knife in the holster of thigh, “We’ve all trained to sword fight since we were kids at this camp, it’s—”

“You scared?” Percy said, his wagging eyebrow challenging her.

Annabeth gaze darkened, “Alright, then.” She unsheathed her knife, “Pick your weapon.”

Percy picked up a bronze sword from the chest Chiron had brought out to the sparring area, swinging it back and forth testing its’ weight, “You alright with those little knives, Chase?” He stood in front of her.

Annabeth unsheathed another, “Perfect with them. They let me get closer to my opponent.” She stood directly in front of him. Thalia and Reyna had paused their spar to watch.

Percy grinned, “Rules?”

Annabeth twirled the knife in her left hand, using them to point to the markings on the straw covered sparring arena, “First person to step out of the boundaries.”

“Not to the death?” Percy grinned at her.

Annabeth smirked back, “Ready, Jackson?”

The two faced each other within the ring and fell into a fighting stance. Annabeth beckoned him with her hand to make the first move. Percy made the first strike, and Annabeth parried him with a basic block, but Percy struck again, this time disarming Annabeth. Her knife cluttered to the ground. Annabeth raised an eyebrow, her face failing to conceal the shock.

“Jason, I think she really was going easy on you,” Percy said, sweeping up her knife and tossing it back to her. “Don’t you dare go easy on me, Chase. Let’s call that a warm-up round.”

Annabeth’s expression was unreadable, “Fine, let’s go again.” This time, Annabeth made the first move, which Percy smoothly blocked.

Suddenly, they were dancing. The clang of bronze against bronze and the whip of blades flying through the air filled the training arena. Every strike from another was met by a perfectly in sync parry. They fought as if choreographed, his body occupying the space hers was in seconds before being interrupted by the clang of metal. Annabeth didn’t know if she was fighting against Percy or with him. He seemed to know exactly what her next move would be.

Annabeth’s muscles burned in a way she hadn’t felt since her camp days — the exertion required of an equally adept opponent. No one had matched her combat skill like this since, well since Luke, who had taught her to fight in the first place. Fighting with Percy was a dance, and she didn’t want the song to end.

Annabeth knew that she wouldn’t be able to outpower Percy, not due to her own strength or skill, but because she was three rounds of sparring in and he was fresh. His technique was a little rough around the edges, but his natural skill was apparent. Annabeth noticed this in his stance, and they way his arms extended when he swung his blade at her.

She would have to end this round with strategy. He had caught her off guard with his skill when he disarmed her in the first round when she was going easy on him, but now she truly was exerting herself. Percy was having fun, too much to stop or give in. She could tell from the way he almost had her disarmed a couple times, but also eased up just in time for her to inter his saber with one of her knives. How dare he go easy on her now, Annabeth thought as she swung her blade as his throat.

Clang! Percy blocked it. She saw him grin and couldn’t help a smile from spreading across her face.

But she had a plan. Percy swung his sword at her, and Annabeth resisted the urge to block, just for a second, but that was all it took. Percy’s arm faltered, just for a second, when she didn’t move from his attack. The tip of the blade grazed her arm. That second hesitation was all Annabeth needed to get close enough to shove Percy off balance and take a step out of boundaries.

Jason and the others whooped and cheered from the sidelines.

“That’s what you get for going easy on me, Jackson,” Annabeth said, holding out her hand.

Percy shook it, and didn’t let go, “Believe me, I wasn’t.”

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

“I’m an actor. Years of stage combat classes.”

“Nerd.

Annabeth finished concealing the scratch on her arm, and began tidying up her mess of makeup and clothes around the cabin.

After a couple more rounds that afternoon (Percy and Jason fighting round after round until eventually calling a tie), they left to meet up with the stable group in the woods for a game of capture the flag — bridesmaids and dates against groomsmen and dates. Annabeth’s team won, of course. “I always have a plan,” Annabeth said with a wink. That plan had just so happened to involve Percy as bait and a distraction while Annabeth claimed Jason’s flag right from under his nose.

A walk through the strawberry fields in the afternoon had allowed Percy to bond with her camp friends. They all seemed to love him, and she did as well the more she got to know him. Percy was charming and funny and retorted back to her witty remarks with clever jibes at her that made her laugh. They hung back from the group on the walk and Percy told her about his mom, Sally, who raised him as a single parent and faithfully supported his acting career, and his stepdad Paul, who was an English teacher.

Annabeth justified it as informing Percy on the need-to-knows of being her fake boyfriend, but the sun and the smell of strawberries had her spilling tales of her stepmom and the rough years with her dad and the move from Virginia to San Francisco that made her summers at camp the best times of her childhood.

When they had returned from the strawberry fields, Jason and the groomsmen had invited Percy for a couple of beers down by the lake. Annabeth said goodbye to him with a kiss on the cheek to get ready for Piper’s bachelorette party.

That had been an hour or two ago before Annabeth had taken the best shower of her life, and washed away the grime and sweat of the day. It had been an amazing first day of Piper and Jason’s wedding weekend, participating in her favorite camp activities and getting to know Percy — bringing him as her date was a great idea from the looks of today.

Annabeth looked in the mirror hanging against the wall next to the door of Cabin 3 and adjust the bridesmaid sash over the short black dress she wore. Piper had no idea what was coming for her for her bachelorette party.

~

sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoyed xx

#mywriting #percabeth #fanfiction #the wedding date #percy jackson #annabeth chase #fake dating!au

[vore-scientist]

To Catch A Thief (Safe/Soft* GT vore)

A Tale of the Mystic Woods

This is the first time Yonah ever catches a thief! The first time he ever eats someone! How exciting! [PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE]

Yonah (the “evil” giant wizard) deals with thieves on a regular basis. They are rather a nuisance but they do taste good!

Almost every encounter with a thief follows a pattern: 1) Thief breaks in to the tower. 2) Yonah catches and eats the thief. 3) Yonah releases the thief and if they accept it, gives them some money for their trouble.

“In Which There Are Thieves” are a collection of stories that follow that pattern, but each is unique!

*Content warnings: 

THE THIEF LIVES. THAT IS NEVER IN QUESTION! Do not worry! But there is very very mild dige.stion-ish stuff (spoilers: Yonah tests how long he can safely keep someone in his stomach Without hurting them, you know, for future reference. The thief ends up with a bad rash/skin irritation. I do not even describe it in any more detail than that! And good thing Yonah has some aloe plants! Woop!)

Enjoy!

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Finally. It had taken all month but he had completely moved into the tower. Not that he had many worldly possessions. Beyond clothing, books, and spell components he had very few. Other than some magical instruments and artifacts that hadn’t been confiscated. As always his size was a problem.

The tower had previously belonged to a sorcerer who had either fled or been killed by some adventurer. A sorcerer who was human. Yonah was not human. He was Half-Giant. And that made things complicated. One could easily acquire furniture for humans. One could easily acquire furniture for giants. No one made such things for half-giants. All of it had to be specially ordered. The tricky things were the alchemy benches and tools, and a few of the more intricate cooking utensils. Getting all that shit inside was another hassle; there was only one entrance and it was a small window 15 meters off the ground. That had to be enchanted so large objects could fit through. In fact, the entire tower needed enchanting. The damn thing was a maze of floors and rooms. The long winding stairs led to the Main Room of each floor. If you thought about the floor you wanted to go to, that would be the floor immediately above or below where you entered. From those rooms you could access other rooms through doors. These would not move conveniently to you. Some rooms you had to know about to access from the staircase itself, appearing mysterious doors along the wall. The staircase and each room had to be separately enlarged to fit his unusual scale. Layering an enlarge spell on top of existing spells for the staircase and the one that was used to fit all the rooms in the tower had taken a long time. Making sure the spells didn’t interfere or mesh improperly was a difficult and delicate task. Yonah had slept outside for the first two weeks as he developed the enchantment and then began the process of applying it to each room as he found them. Yonah knew for sure he had not come close to finding all the rooms, and was not confident that he had even found all the Main Rooms. But he had a workshop, a kitchen, a bedroom, and thank the gods, a lavatory. That one had been tricky; it existed as one of the rooms accessible from the staircase, appearing as a non-descript wooden door. Getting the enlarging enchantment to cooperate with the moving target was incredibly complicated but he had done it! That was another reason it took so long. He had to do this all by himself. Normally inventing and finageling enchantments was something Yonah enjoyed! It was why he was a wizard after all! But when the slow development process stood between him and a roof over his head it sucked. A lot. It would have gone so much quicker if his friends had been allowed to come and help. But no. He had been shipped out to the forest and dropped in this unkempt trash heap of a clearing all alone. Was told he could not go further than 3km from the tower or there would be “consequences”. His friends didn’t even know where he was. He didn’t know where he was. The Mystic Woods. That’s where. And the woods were constantly shifting. Just beyond the tree line around the clearing could be anything and anywhere in the forest at any given time! As far as moving targets were concerned he was an electron around the nucleus of an atom. And while his magic mirror could call the castle, as the Wood’s Sword resided there, it couldn’t seem to find anything else. Inside or outside of the forest. Except for his parents, because of emotional bonds or something. He had called them crying more than a few nights. At least they had given him a magic pot so that he didn’t starve since he had no kitchen, no garden, no nothing. And he certainly wasn’t about to chance hunting in the mysterious, legendarily dangerous magical forest. Not yet. Oh! And the pot only produced luke warm gruel. That was fun! ANYWAYS! The point of all this exposition is to make it clear what a terrible, terrible month Yonah had moving to his new prison. Almost as if it was part of his punishment. Which is why it was with such indescribable joy and delicious victory Yonah finally got to break in his new kitchen! Growing up in a house with a giant for a mother, everything had been too big. Hard to use a knife that’s the size of a sword. And even after acquiring custom sized tools, the kitchen itself was still too large. In school he would often use the student kitchen with his friends. Of course since he was nearly 2.5 meters tall it was still awkwardly small. He couldn’t prepare food in any sort of quantity that would come close to a meal. Mostly he honed the craft; much to his friends’ delight.   He never thought he could consider this tower a home. It was a prison after all. Yet… with his kitchen. A kitchen that was his. All his! And everything was the right size too. All the spoons, all the knives, all the cutting boards, bowls, pots, pans, whisks, the oven, the stove! Everything was perfect. The pièce de résistance was The Pantry. Since he could not stray very far from his tower it would be very hard for him to get food. So the King instructed him to install a magical pantry. He simply placed list of items he wanted on a shelf and within a day, and within reason, his requests would be fulfilled. It was all he could do not to cry into the pan as he stirred and the mixture of vegetables, buckwheat, and meats in a rich tangy sauce. Cooking was its own magic, one for all the senses. A pot of soup was happily boiling, the pan was sizzling with glee. The air was full of savory vapors like spirits of flavor flying around the room. The oven spread its warmth to the whole tower as a fresh loaf of olive bread grew within. Had he ever been happy before in his life? As he threw on generous pinch of paprika he didn’t think so. Until he sat down at the table to eat. Until he found himself unable to eat. His glasses fogged up. It was all pointless! All this preparation. For just one person. Gloom found its way into his stomach, taking up residence and pushing out his appetite.   Working so hard in the last month had kept his mind and body occupied. Distracted. But now that was over. He had a grand tower to fill with magical and wonder; but he was alone. Or was he. He had given up trying to eat and was cleaning up. All the food could be stored. It might not be as fresh in the morning but it wouldn’t go to waste. He just needed a good night’s sleep and he would feel a bit better. As he placed a washed pan on a hook to dry he saw movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his head so fast he almost pulled a muscle. A human, frozen mid step, was staring unblinkingly back at him. He cocked his head at them. What was a human doing here? They were quivering, looking like they were about to shit themselves. They had a rather full bag slung across their back. “Ehhh” Yonah was sure he was supposed to say something here. What was it again? The human ran. They ran to the edge of the counter, where a grappling hook and rope hung and they repelled down at an astonishing speed. Oh shit! He fucked up! “AH! Hold on!” he shouted and stumbled over his robes. Tumbled head over heels. When he stopped seeing stars and got up the human was gone. But they could not have gotten far. He ran to the stairway. If the human had any sense, they would be climbing up the stairs, but they weren’t. They were nowhere to be seen. Something scratched at the back of his mind. There was something he was supposed to do here. His heart was racing and his head was spinning. He had to calm down, he had to think clearly! He stood up straight and closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. No ideas came to him but the scent of the human did. And it came from downstairs. Clever. It was quicker to leap down the stairs than to climb up. He breathed in more of the scent, the tantalizing, distinct scent. All his woes were forgotten. The chase was on! Still breathing through his nose he made his way down the stairs. His eyes and ears ready to pinpoint the human’s location as his nose led him to them. It led him into the sitting room. Or what was going to be the sitting room once all the furniture was delivered. Right now it had a single bookshelf tragically lacking in books, a hastily made wooden rocking chair, and a fireplace that desperately needed cleaning out. Wait a second. Of the five giant-sized books on the shelf, he had not placed any of them so that their covers faced outward! What a sad attempt at creating a hiding place. He strode confidently to the book shelf and tossed the book aside. There was no human behind it. He turned around and his foot hit something. Something that squealed.   The human rolled across the floor and Yonah winced, but they gracefully came out of it into a run. Towards the stairs again. But this time Yonah did not trip as he lunged, scooping up the human before they even got into the hallway.

“Ah ha! Ahaha! I got you!” He laughed stood up with the squirming human in his hands. He looked down at them with excitement shining in his eyes and a stupid grin plastered on his face. “Who are you!?” he demanded, “and what are you doing in my tower?” The human looked confused but answered “I’m Jack… and I’m… ESCAPING! TAKE THAT!” “YEOWCH!” A terrible pain coursed through his hand and he dropped the human. A dagger stuck out of the back of his left hand and he plucked it out. Blood trickled out, it wasn’t a deep wound. The roots of his hair started to grow hot. He looked down, the human should be at his feet with a broken back but there was no human! He looked to the stairs and there they were, making their way up. Jack? Holy shit! A thief! His first thief! Wait, did he even have anything worth stealing? Fuck! He needed to catch that human. Oh OH!!! In that moment he remembered what he was supposed to do! If there had been anyone to see him, he would have smacked himself in the head dramatically. But there was no need. With renewed confidence he entered the stairway and looked up at the human who gave him a split second glance before continuing to climb. Making no attempt to go after the thief Yonah took out his staff and a deep breath putting a little magic into his voice. Then he bellowed into the chamber: “FEE FI FO FUM! I SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE HUMAN KIND! IT MATTERS NOT THE THINGS YOU STOLE, I’LL CAPTURE YOU AND SWALLOW YOU WHOLE! The entire tower shook with the force of his voice and the human fell off the step they were climbing up, falling right into Yonah’s hands. As they trembled with the remnants of sound Yonah removed any other weapon he could find on their person before taking them upstairs to his workshop. Not much; a sword and a few throwing knives. He took the bag too, placing it in his hat. Now that he had caught the human the adrenaline was wearing off. And he was at a loss. He sat down at his desk.  Mind. Blank. The giant stared at them with a confounding mixture of triumph and confusion. Or at least, Jack assumed this was a giant. He was much too small and looked way too human. It was uncomfortable how human this… thing looked.  And they could have sworn his hair was glowing a minute ago. “Let me go!” Jack shouted. Yonah shook his head, coming out of his stupor and looked into the human’s eyes. “Is that what I’m supposed to do?” that didn’t sound right to him at all. It was Jack’s turn to be confused, but they weren’t going to waste this kind of opportunity, “Yep! Now that you got your shit back you can let me go!” Yonah narrowed his eyes.  “I think you’re fucking with me. But I’m em, I’m kinda new to this whole, Evil Giant thing…” Not only did this giant look super odd it was a new to catching thieves!? They had stolen from over a dozen giants, and a few dragons, and had never been caught. And this NEW GUY CAUGHT THEM!? How the FUCK did this happen. The giant wasn’t looking at them anymore, but neither did he loosen his grip. He was giving his attention to the mirror on the table, which he touched with his pointer finger. “Mirror mirror on the desk, um, no… that wasn’t it” “Mirror mirror with with golden trim, contact those of my closest kin!” The mirror went cloudy before resolving into a face. Now that was what a giant looked like! Grey-ish skin, bald, large pointed ears, dark black eyes. And the giant was staring kindly but concerned at the not quite a giant. “Yonah dear! What is it? Are you alright?” she said.   “Eh, Hi mom. Yeah I’m fine. Finally finished moving in.” The not-giant’s face was starting to turn a bit red. And no wonder. HE CALLED HIS MOTHER!? What the fuck was going on. Did this guy have so little experience he needed to call his godsdammed MOM? “That’s wonderful! Your father and I are so proud of you, you know that! Remember, being an Evil Mage in a tower is a proper and respectable position!” “I know mom, you tell me that every time I call.” “Is that Yonah?” shouted a voice out of frame. The giant bent down and when she stood back up she was placing a human man on her shoulder. A human with wild red hair dressed in a dashing black and orange ensemble. Jack was starting to put the pieces together. “So you’ve settled in? No more sleeping outside?” the man asked. Yonah answered in the affirmative. “Hey! Half-breed! Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Jack spat. “Yonah, what was that?” his mother asked. Looking around intently. “Right, that’s why I called. Look!” he held Jack in front of the mirror. “I caught a thief. The giant looked positively giddy and Jack did not like that one bit. They did not like being shown off like a new toy. The man just chuckled.

“But, I” Yonah took a deep breath, “I don’t know what to do now.” The giant put a hand under her chin, “Hmm you did the shout?” “Yes, fee fi fo– blah blah swallow you who- wait!” Yonah’s eyes grew wide and he smiled a feral smile, the giant and the human mirrored it. Jack’s heart sank. Oh boy. “I’m supposed to eat them!” As he said those words his mouth started to water and his stomach rumbled as it remembered the abandoned dinner. But… is that what he should do? His doubt must have appeared on his face as his mother spoke up. “Well, it’s certainly standard,” she said, “but I understand if being half human makes this uncomfortable. Of course, you can always eat them and still let them go.” Eat them… and let them go? Eat them! AND let them go! He had forgotten about that option. Yonah very much wanted to eat someone, and eat them alive; It was something he wanted to experience for a while now. The thing was, while this human probably wouldn’t be missed by anyone if he killed them, feeling someone, a whole ass person, die inside of him wasn’t something he was keen on experiencing. At his size he was sure to feel every moment of the human’s demise. Maybe if he had caught a slayer. Someone who had intended to kill him. He might feel differently. This wasn’t a slayer, it was a common thief. Yonah wasn’t sure he was ready to be a proper Evil Giant, killing anyone who dared trespass on his domain. No, at 21 years old he definitely wasn’t ready for that. Jack cringed as the half-giant, Yonah, swallowed what had to be liters of drool at the thought of eating them. “What do you think dad?” “hm, well if it were me, and a thief tried to get away with some of my precious spell books I would incinerate them on the spot!” said the Dad. Jack liked that even worse. Was there no solidarity between small folk!? “Emmett!” The giant flicked her tiny husband, “You’ve never incinerated anyone in your life!” “Never met anyone worth incinerating, but thieves who steal from my son are certainly getting close!” he said. “I’m… not going to incinerate them, dad. I’m not a dragon fighting a knight ” “No but you’re my little fireball! And Always will be!” for dramatic effect he let his hair become fire. The giant rolled her eyes. “Dad! You’re embarrassing me in front of the thief!” Jack was embarrassed too. This was the most awkward situation they had ever been in, and it was likely the last situation they would ever be in! Because the half-giant had gotten extremely excited when his mother suggested eating them. Eaten by a rookie. What a fucking inglorious way to go! “We’ll get out of your hair then, but call again soon! ‘Goodbyes’ and ‘I love yous’ were exchanged and the mirror reflected Yonah and Jack once more. The half-giant toyed with Jack in his hands, much to Jack’s distress. He brought the thief to his face and pressed his nose to the human’s midsection, breathing in the scent. Jack had gotten their hands free and shoved at his face, cursing at him. Yonah reciprocated by clicking his teeth at Jack’s hands. Jack screamed. Yonah laughed. “Calm down, I’m not even eating you… yet.”

Jack scowled, “Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Your fucking mommy said it was ok. Gods! You’re pathetic! Calling your mommy for advice?” “Keep insulting me and I’ll definitely eat you.” “Then eat me! Get it over with!” Jack screeched. But still the giant didn’t eat them. He just held them over the desk. The giant sighed and put his head down. “Here’s the thing,” he looked back up “I- don’t know if I’m… allowed to eat you. Legally speaking. I cannot afford to break any more laws!” This stunned Jack enough that their fear and anger momentarily went away. Legally speaking? Break more laws? What laws had this man broken? He turned to the mirror again. “Mirror, connect me to The King, Benyamin of Orr, by request of Yonah HaEsh.” No rhyme? Wait he said the KING! The mirror was grey for a long time. Yonah had Jack held in one hand again, with his other he drummed his fingers on the desk. Jack had since stopped trying to break his grip. Every so often Yonah would glance at him with hunger in his dark brown eyes, hunger that was not at all kept at bay by the massive spectacles. Jack couldn’t believe their eyes when the face of The King of Orr appeared in the mirror. It was unmistakable, not many kings had forest green eyes with grass green irises.  “That’s- that’s the” Jack stuttered quietly “You’re Majesty,” Yonah bowed his head slightly. Jack did as well, even if The King couldn’t see them. “This had better be important! Unless I’m calling you the direct line is for emergencies! Is this an emergency? Is the forest in imminent danger?” To Jack’s gratification the giant’s face flushed. This was definitely not an emergency. The King scowled and if Jack had been the recipient of that they might have died on the spot. But the giant took it quite well, except he shook and thus Jack shook. “Eh, N-No, sire.” Yonah said, his voice suddenly quiet. Fear of the giant was replaced instantly by fear of The King who could make the giant cower and stutter. “Then what is it!?” The King’s voice growing louder. Yonah gathered himself, no more shaking. He was powerful, he was magical! The King was merciful and kind; he had nothing to fear. He held Jack up to the mirror again. The king studied Jack with disdain. “And?” “I caught a thief, you’re majesty.” “Congratulations!” his voice drawled with well practiced sarcasm as he rolled his eyes, “Why are you bothering me with this?” The King had a hand on his face, completely done with this conversation and yet he didn’t hang up. Jack was moved to the bottom of the frame. “I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, your majesty,” Yonah’s voice was still a bit wobbly. The King rubbed at his eyes, cursing under his breath before addressing Yonah. “Oh dear gods. Did I hire an adult giant-wizard or a child?” Yonah started “An adult, your majesty” “Then you should be able to make a judgement call” Yonah stared at him blankly. The King sighed, and asked softly but sternly “What do you think you’re supposed to do?” “Eat them?” The King threw up his arms in feigned victory “Huzzah! He stumbles upon the right answer! What a wise and brilliant giant wizard I have in my employment!” No. That was the wrong answer! Jack thought but didn’t dare to speak. They were enjoying watching the.. Giant wizard... Get belittled by a human king. Though it was soured considerably by the fact that The King had just told the giant he was not only allowed to eat them, but was pretty much obligated to do so. “But the law- I got in trouble for just um, living in your realm- Surely eating someone would be-” The King put up a hand,  “I think I understand your dilemma.” “While I am the King of the Woods the Woods themselves are not part of the civilized lands of Orr. And while I protect the woods themselves, once someone enters the woods they understand that there are no laws protecting them from the dangers within. Dangers like yourself oh great and terrible fire giant.” The King took a deep breath. “Eat the thief if you want, or don’t. I really don’t give a fucking shit. And don’t bother me again unless it’s of real concern; I have secretaries for this exact purpose.” “I will be sure to act accordingly-” The King cut the feed. “Your Majesty.” Yonah finished saying to nobody and looked at Jack who looked at him. Then Jack looked away. Their fate had been sealed. The King had given this monster permission to do whatever he damn well pleased. Their days of adventuring for fun and profit were over. And for what! This giant had not had time to gather treasure yet. All they found were rare spices! Sure that stuff would fetch a pretty penny, but it wasn’t impressive. Not that it mattered because they were about to be eaten! They were nothing but a meal to this giant wizard even after carrying on a conversation with him! How barbaric this world was. They had tried to lead a good life, a happy life, but circumstances had lead them to thievery. Adventuring was always risky, they knew this was a possibility, but they had hoped they could last a few more years at least? After a few minutes lost in thought they realized they were still uneaten. The giant was still studying them. Jack slapped the giant on the nose. “Get it over with! Or let me go!” Jack expected the giant to be angry and eat them, but he looked worried. That made Jack worry. “I don’t know if I can.” Jack threw their hands up in defeat “Of course you can! You mother said you can, the fucking magic King of the fucking forest said you can! What is left that makes you think you can’t!?” The giant was shaking and Jack yelped in pain as the grip on their midsection tightened. “What if I choke?” “What?” “I’m only half giant, what if I can’t swallow you and I choke, we could both die!” That had not occurred to Jack. But if the giant was worried about it. All the better. “Then don’t eat me.” The giant looked them over one more time. Sizing them up, Jack realized. “No… I’m definitely going to eat you,” he finally said, “It will be like an experiment.” “Fine if it helps to think about it that way. I don’t know why I’m encouraging you when you’re deciding whether or not to kill me.” The giant snorted and then laughed. “What’s so fucking funny.” The giant wiped a tear from his eyes, “I never said I was going to kill you!” It was like the world didn’t make sense. Maybe this was a dream. The situation was certainly wacky enough. A half-giant fire person, talking to the king via magic mirrors. Stealing spices? It was all stupidly odd. “Sorry for the mistake but what do you think happens when you EAT SOMEONE!” “Didn’t you hear my mother?” Nope still didn’t make sense. Even as exhausted as they were Jack resumed clawing and flailing. They wanted off this crazy ride. “Hopefully I’ll be able to spit you back up before… You know… you die” Jack froze. “So…” They did not look at the giant, “You’re not going to kill me?” “If all goes to plan, again I’ve never done this before.” Jack steepled their fingers under their nose, “So if you fuck up badly, you suffocate on me and we both die. If you fuck up a little and can’t vomit me up I die.” “Yep! Ready?” “NO I’M NOT- FUCK!” The more he dilly dallied the more likely he was to chicken out. So before the thief could finish their sentence, Yonah shoved the human’s torso into his mouth. It was a tough fit, his jaw was open as wide as it could possibly go. There was just enough room for him to still move his tongue and let a trickle of air through. Mmmmm. Human taste good. Really good. He could feel the contours of the human’s face on his tongue. The human was sputtering curses in between being licked. He started salivating heavily and his stomach rumbled; it demanded the human. While he wanted to keep tasting them, he could not deny the gnawing emptiness. He’d never been so hungry in his life. Of course, he hadn’t eaten all day. In the moment there was nothing he wanted more than to fill his belly with this human. The thief pushed against his teeth, elbowed his cheeks in a desperate attempt to get out.  But Yonah was holding their waist and legs. It was tricky getting the thief to the back of his mouth since it was like shoving his own fist down his throat, but he did it. He took a deep breath through his nose and took his first swallow, pulling the screaming thief into his esophagus A few things occurred simultaneously. 

1. Yonah almost did choke. It was incredibly painful, the pressure inside his neck was horrible. The thief was trying to fight against him, wriggling the best they could when being crushed on all sides. 

2. He could not breathe and he started to panic. 

And 3. he knew that if he kept swallowing, he could get the thief down. And he really wanted to get this human to his stomach. Yes it hurt but it felt good too.  The thief’s torso was in his throat, but the rest was still in his mouth, and the legs still kicking in the air. He had to calm down, otherwise he might suffocate. Unable to breathe it was mind over matter. 

Yonah put a hand to his distended throat for steadiness and the pain aliviated just a bit, like his throat was relaxing, stretching naturally to accommodate this strange “meal”. Managing gentle swallows the thief was slowly dragged further into his body. 

He had to clutch his chest as the lump made its way down. More pressure, on his ribs, on his lungs, on his heart, but one that filled him with glee. The pounding of his heart fought against those of the human. With the last bit of the thief disappearing down his throat, clearing his airways, he felt something in his middle.

The scrambling of human’s hands! Yonah realized. Some of the human was already in his stomach, where there was space to move. And they were clawing uselessly at his innards while the rest of the body followed and filled the space entirely.  -- It was worse than they could have imagined. Instantly they were soaked as they were forced into the giant’s mouth. Their arms and sides were jabbed against the teeth; if they survived this they were going to have some nasty bruises. With the amount of drool that flowed around them they must be pretty damn tasty. Pity. Cool air rushed passed them as the giant drew breath, but said air wasn’t accessible to them. It was impossible to take a breath as the tongue brushed against their face, drenching them in hot spit that slagged off their face as the coughed, trying not to let it enter their own mouth. Then gravity shifted and they braced themselves as they were pushed forward, to the back of the mouth, and down the throat. Now they really couldn’t breath as they were completely encased in the muscled tube. Still wet, still unbearably hot. They could feel the wizard’s exclamations of pleasure. Gross. They squirmed; achieving nothing. If they didn’t have to hold their breath for dear life they would be shouting. Another massive squeeze and they were forced down deeper into the body of the giant.

A massive thunderous pounding pulsed through them, ringing in their ears and bones. They were right against the giant’s heart! And then they weren’t as they slipped further down. They tried again to flex their arms but the walls were like tough rubber. Oh gods. Their feet were still in the giant’s mouth. They could move their ankles. And even as the fleshy walls pressed down on them they didn’t move with them. Were they stuck!? Had the giant’s fear come to pass? Was this it for them both? With a horrible gulping sound and the air nearly being pushed out of them, they were pulled down again. Then their hands weren’t in contact with flesh anymore, they grasped at dense hot nothing. Oh no. Their arms soon left the esophagus, followed by their head and they gasped at the putrid air. It was instinct that they scraped their nails against the folds of the walls, gathering handfuls of mucus. This was the stomach. They had arrived. Before their legs even entered the stomach their arms had reached the other side. They were pressed against the walls as the stomach stretched and the rest of them was forced inside, leaving little room for anything else. First thing first they rolled about to get their face out of the puddle of fluid at the bottom of the stomach and into the pocket of air at the top. But other than that they could barely move. Not enough room to stretch out. Drawing up their knees to their chest they were able to feebly kick, which made a nauseating squelching sound. Sweltering and covered in unmentionable fluids they couldn’t feel their own tears running down their face. They were well and truly eaten.

- Wow, he felt full… really full. And really good! He had never felt this full or this good. The human continued to fight against him and every movement was immensely satisfying. He leaned back against his desk and stared at his ceiling but didn’t really see it. “Gods you tasted so good!” He sighed heavily with immense satisfaction. The pain in his throat and chest was like a distance memory.  The human’s flavor still clung to his lips and he drew his tongue across them. His fingers too. He licked them. “I’m certainly NOT glad to hear it!” Raising his eyebrows and looked down at his chest. Yonah wasn’t a skinny man, but most of his girth was a little lower relative to where his stomach actually was. While it wasn’t a big difference, if someone was looking for it he was noticeably and just on the edge of uncannily full. That and the human’s movements created small tremors and occasionally the most minute dents, for just a moment. Just barely visible to someone watching from the outside. Which Yonah was, with avid fascination and delight. He had not expected the thief to respond, nor for him to hear their voice so clearly. This was a whole new avenue of potential! “How is it in there?” Yonah placed a hand gently over his stomach and could feel the human’s struggles underneath! Wild! “TERRIBLE! It’s hot as fuck, everything is slimy, the air is rank and smells like death! I can’t see, and I’m being squashed” Yonah thought about that for a second. “That makes sense. By the way your movements feel like the craziest massage!” “Fan-fucking-tastic! Can you let me out now?” Jack demanded. “Not just yet! I’m enjoying this.” “Well I’m not!” The human was kicking and elbowing as best they could. “Well I don’t care.” “Fuck you!” Yonah reached for the stopwatch on his desk and set it to 0, wound up and let it run. The gears ticked away cheerfully. “Just tell me when you start feeling any pain.” He felt the thief freak out, jerking wildly at that statement. “What! Why!?” “Because that’s when I’ll let you out!” Silence. “Ok, I’m in pain right now!” Yonah laughed, and the thief was shaken about as his chest was a veritable earthquake for his captive. “No you’re not! Listen I need to know how long it’s safe! Experiment remember?” “This sucks, this sucks so much.” “Not for me! And keep struggling, it feels very nice!” Yonah said as cheerily as he could. “Absolutely not!” Jack kicked out one more time and stopped moving. If it wasn’t clear the thief was purposefully keeping as still as possible Yonah might’ve worried. Instead Yonah poked at his stomach. It was still so crazy to him that he could feel the solid mass of the human under the muscle and fat. There was a very forceful and concentrated pressure against their shoulder. The giant was trying to get them to move! What a jerk! They would not give their tormentor that satisfaction. The proding continued for about a minute until they heard and felt the giant heave a massive sigh. Jack smiled. They won that little stand-off. The thief was serious about not moving. No matter. Yonah got up and retrieved a small vial from a cabinet. Sitting back down at his desk he rubbed at his stomach, pressing down and moving his fingers in circular manner. If the thief wouldn’t move for him, he could move the thief! It wasn’t exactly the same, but it achieved his goals. He heard the thief grumble. After about 5 minutes he felt a sharp panicked movement. “Hey mister wizard, my skin’s tingling and it’s starting to sting!” Yonah sat up. Should he let them out now? He didn’t know if he’d recovered enough... his chest still throbbed and ached, and the fullness felt so good. 

“Starting? That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Doesnt- wha- the FUCK would you know? I’M THE ONE IN HERE!” The thief was panicking. Which, Yonah guiltily noted, felt really good. 

“How do I know you’re not just lying so I let you out sooner?” he said. The timer now at 6 minutes. The thief was sobbing now. 

“Please, I can’t take this anymore. I can’t believe I let you get my fucking hopes up! If I’d have known you’d planned to kill me I’d rather you’d have bitten my head off!”

“What?” that sounded horrible. 

“It HURTS you LYING MOTHERFUCKER!” Jack didn’t care anymore, their last moments were worthless now “I’m going to die slowly and painfully and IT’S YOUR FUCKING DOING. 

Some of the thief’s panic was spreading to Yonah. He was trembling. No. He wasn’t going to kill the thief. That was something he had made up his mind on before eating them. But to keep his promise he had to focus. 

Leaning his elbows on this desk he held his throbbing head. Focus. Calm. Focus. It was hard with the thief thrashing so much. 

7 minutes. Probably 8 since he did not start the timer right away. 

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” the thief wailed, “These are my last moments you BASTARD” 

“I’m letting you out” He finally said. 

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU”

That didn’t matter, the thief didn’t really have to do anything. 

Yonah stood up, one hand on his desk, the other over his stomach. He scrunched up his face in concentration and heaved, pressing in his gut. Nothing. He tried again, hacking and heaving even harder. After about 10 seconds he was panting from the effort, and the human was still in his stomach. “Not that you care, but whatever you’re doing is just making it worse” Jack’s voice cracked, realizing they shouldn’t help the torture future victims.  “FUCK!” 

Jack didn’t expect that response. Maybe he really was trying to throw up?

Yonah didn’t want it to come to this but it was a sure method. He uncorked the vial of sulfur crystals and inhaled deeply. Dizziness filled his brain and his vision blurred as his eyes stung and watered; then he coughed and gagged.   Dropping to his knees he continued to gag; he held a hand to his stomach. He was trembling as waves of nausea rolled through him. The sensation of the thief being pushed back into his throat was extremely weird, and feeling him disappear under his hand was weirder. but the strangeness was masked by the pain. It was somehow worse coming back up.  The lump traveled up his esophagus with each heave until it made it past his collarbone and cut off his airways again. He choked. Just like he feared! But the panicked hacking got the thief back to his mouth, the thief entered torso first and his heart jumped as tiny hands grasped at his teeth and tongue. Yonah stuck his fingers into his mouth and took hold of Jack’s hands, physically pulling them the rest of the way out, along with strings of saliva, stomach mucus, and other unknown fluids. The thief was holding onto his hand for dear life and Yonah winced as he saw the rashy, blistering, blotchy red skin. They had been inside a little too long, but Jack was very much alive. But for future references, 7 minutes was definitely the maximum amount of time. Yonah sat back on his stool and shook his hand. The thief fell onto the desk in a pathetic heap. “Ugh, that was decidedly unpleasant!” The thief struggled to their feet and glared at him. They were shaking with renewed rage. “Unpleasant!? UNPLEASANT?! You ATE ME, you started to DIGEST ME! You do NOT get to talk about how this was unpleasant! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT UNPLEASANT IS!” A small part of Yonah felt bad for the thief. A small but big enough part to convince him to help. After a night of not knowing what to do, he knew exactly what Jack needed in this moment. “Wait here,” he said, and Jack stared as the giant climbed out the window. The entire tower shook as he landed on the ground. As if! They were getting out of here before the giant decided he was hungry enough to finish the job. FUCK! The flesh on his hand throbbed and burned the moment he tried to grip the edge of the desk. It was so excruciating that they couldn’t think. They didn’t exist except for pain for a few seconds. They weren’t going anywhere. They sat down and hugged their knees. The skin on skin contact hurt too. It was like the worst sunburn in the history of dragonkind (which is considerably longer than human). The giant soon returned and was holding something in his right hand. He came over to the desk and with his left hand took something out of a pocket which he licked. Then held the desk with the same hand and said some strange words. A gust of wind blew like a stinging sand storm over Jack and when it cleared the Wizard was pulled himself onto the desk. Human sized. Or nearly. He stood a good two heads taller than Jack. In his arms were… well they looked like plants. Three feet long, several inches thick, with serrated thorny edges. Almost like saws, but plants. Jack scooched away from Yonah, wincing. Tears come to their eyes as their raw skin scraped on the wood. The wizard rolled his eyes as he stood next to Jack and set down all but one of the plants. With a fresh SNAP he broke it over his leg revealing a translucent goop inside. The wizard knelt down and stuck his fingers into the leaf. He held out his hand as the substance oozed off. Jack just stared. They were not touching that! Yonah rolled his eyes again and with no more ceremony he rubbed the goo onto Jack’s face. Jack pushed him away and frantically wiped the suspicious and likely magical plant slime from their face. Their eyes went wide. Where the slime made contact the pain dulled and in its place a soothing coolness took over. The wizard had taken another handful of slime from the leaf and Jack took it and rubbed it all over their arms. They took the whole leaf and scooped out all of the slime. Yonah took another leaf and broke it open, handing it to Jack when they cleaned out the first one. Soon Jack was covered head to toe in aloe and lay on the desk in sticky bliss. There was still a throbbing and faint tingling sensation, but it was much more bearable. “Better?” Yonah asked, stand up and over Jack with his hands behind his back. He was genuinely invested in Jack’s wellbeing now. Jack raised an arm and extended one finger. “Fuck. You.”

Yeah, he deserved that. He returned to the pile of aloe leaves and broke each open, collecting the aloe into a small jar. Or what would be a small jar if he was his normal size, it held at least 200 liters. He managed to fill it a little more than half way. He put a small handful of aloe into a bowl and walked over to the spell component cabinet on his desk. Taking the now giant key from his hat and muttering the secret words, he opened the bottom drawer. He rummaged around and found a small box from which he removed a single, sparkling, transparent pixie wing. Sometimes having human sized tools was helpful, like when Yonah needed to powder a pixie wing that was smaller than his human sized index finger. It was his father’s old mortar and pestle, and it had been with him all through school. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was more than functional. He mixed the sparkling magical powder into the aloe and put that into another jar. An actually small jar, even for a human. From behind him he heard Jack whimper. It would take at least a week for their skin to heal, and Yonah did not fancy having the human hang around his tower, regardless of how lonely he was. And he was confident that Jack would hate it too. He jumped off the desk and returned to normal size and looked at Jack. “Sorry about this,” he scooped Jack up and Jack barely held back more screams as the pain returned where Yonah’s skin brushed against theirs. The human didn’t say anything as Yonah took them downstairs, back to the kitchen. They protested being washed, as Yonah placed them in the sink and turned the faucet. Until the cool water washed away the drying goop and relieved the burning almost as well. The aloe had been sealing in the vile fluids and Jack was grateful to be rid of them. Drying off sucked, the cloth a harsh touch even if the giant gently dabbed and did not rub.

To Jack’s delight the giant took out the jar of fresh aloe but was confused when he didn’t let them take any. Instead the giant shrank down again and took out a smaller jar, this one also contained aloe, but it glittered. It was magical. “This will help a bit more than just the pure aloe,” Yonah said, “It should take the pain away completely at the very least.” Jack reached for it but the giant held it back. The giant opened the jar and with two fingers took a small amount of the goo. “I can apply it myself!” Jack said, “I don’t want you touching me again!” “Too bad,” Yonah took Jack’s wrist and Jack hissed as Yonah very carefully spread the small amount of sparkling aloe over their entire palm and in between the fingers. The giant repeated the procedure with their other hand. Then their feet. Their joints. Their eyelids? All Jack knew was that so far it wasn’t any more effective than the regular stuff. This used up all of the precious glitter goo and it dried before They were finally able to lather themselves back up in the not-sparkling stuff. As Jack reapplied the aloe Yonah prepared a box full of folded fabric scraps as a makeshift bed. He was really tired, and Jack must be too. It had been a long night. Yonah helped Jack into the box and took him to his room, setting the box gently on his nightstand. Jack was already asleep. A few seconds later so was Yonah. —– Jack awoke and gasped. They were crusty with dry aloe, but mostly they noticed the pain. They still hurt all over. Except. They didn’t. Not all over. The flesh of their hands was still an angry red but it didn’t hurt, they could flex their fingers, they could grasp the sides of the box and lift themselves up. The skin in their elbows and knees didn’t flare up in distress as they bent their arms legs. The pressure on their feet as they took a few steps was completely absent! They blinked as light hit their eyes from an enchanted window. That didn’t hurt either. Everywhere the special aloe had been applied, Jack realized. It had just taken all night to work it’s magic, but it worked. They looked around the room. Wow. The giant hadn’t been kidding, he must have just moved in. All that was there was the nightstand and a bed. An empty bed. The giant was awake. That’s when the smells hit Jack. Savory and amazing and their mouth watered. Then their gut tightened as they recalled the experience of being food not too long ago. Could they eat having just gone through that? Eat food that the giant must be preparing? As the scent of roasted meats in garlic wafted through the door they knew they absolutely could. “Oh good! You’re awake!” Yonah had just stepped in to check on Jack as he re-constituted some of the uneaten food from last night. Jack didn’t hesitate when he proffered his hand for the human to sit on. Grinning, Yonah took him to the kitchen, one floor down. A pot was simmering on the stove, a gurgling kettle was full of coffee, and a pan was sizzling. Compared to last night the atmosphere was much friendlier. The giant had even set up a human sized table for Jack on top of the giant one. Jack wished there had been enough magic aloe for their ass as they sat painfully on the chair. But they were able to ignore that pain with the distraction of food. “I never thought of vegetable soup as a breakfast,” Jack said, breaking the awkward silence. “Well, it was meant for last night, but I…” He didn’t want to explain his situation to Jack, they weren’t friends, in fact by any definition they were enemies. “Ate me instead?” Jack said. “Uh huh,” Yonah wasn’t going to correct them. “So, the pixied aloe worked?” he asked. It took Jack a moment to realize what Yonah meant. They twirled the spoon in their hand, “Yep!” “Great!” More silence. This time broken by Yonah.

“So what exactly did you steal?” he asked, and he retrieved the satchel from his hat, opening it on the table. Small bags tumbled out. “Spices,” said Jack, “You didn’t really have anything else worth stealing.” “Well, this one’s from the dwarves of the Implausible Mountains, made of deep mushroom spores, that’s not exactly worth nothing.” Jack nodded, “I know, I was hoping to sell it. But now… now I have nothing. Guess it’s back to begging until I can locate another possible treasure hoard. Ah the glamorous life of an adventurer.” Yonah got up, his chair scraping the floor and Jack shivered. The giant looked at them, his expression dark. Jack watched the giant retreat up the stairs, leaving them alone. They could hear the giant arguing with someone upstairs; he must be using the mirror. When he returned he was smiling wickedly and ran to the pantry. Opening it he removed a small chest that had not been there before. He took the chest over to the table. Without letting Jack see inside he examined the contents “Yes, that’ll do,” he muttered, immensely pleased with himself. “Everything alright?” Jack dared to ask. “Yes of course,” he said, looking up, and shutting the box. Pinched between his fingers was a small pouch, about the size of those Jack had filled with spices. He held it over Jack’s table and dropped it, it jingled with coinage as it hit the wood. Jack scooped it up with disbelief. “You’re really bad at this Evil Giant thing you know that?” said Jack, as Yonah held out his hand to them one last time. “I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it eventually.” And he took Jack upstairs. [FIN]

[Thanks for reading! please reblog! for more mystic woods search ‘mystic woods story’ on my blog! For thief stories only search “MW Thieves”]

#safe vore #soft vore

[friisans]

Ok, so this question might take some thinking if you havent already planned it out, though odds are you have, but what magical abilities to each of the kids in AlterTale have?

I did when I posted the kiddos for the first time, but it was pretty brief so… *activates Tangent Mode™*

Berlin

Orange fire: He’s phenomenally gifted at wielding it. From heatwaves, to fireballs, to fire-nados, to fire manipulation (as in, being able to control fire that he didn’t create), to being partially fire-resistant (as in, he doesn’t burn easily), to just about anything else that has to do with fire.

Blue Fire: His blue flames have the same capabilities as his orange flames, but they’re 3x more destructive because his blue flames are linked to the powerful blue magic he inherited from his dad, a bossmonster. However, it requires a lot more energy to summon than his orange flames, so Berlin prefers not to wield them as to avoid straining himself.

Bones: He’s fairly good at wielding his bones, but gets abit jealous when his old man, although in good fun, one-ups him every now and then.

Blue Mode: Allows him to manipulate gravity and levitate objects. Can also use the Special Attack.

Orange Mode: Allows him to move at extremely high speeds, as well as being able to force others to do the same.

Teleportation: He has the ability to teleport just about anywhere, but could use abit more practice to avoid getting lost (true story).

Dreemurr Beamers: Can only summon up to 3 at one time. Will increase as he becomes older.

STATE: Berlin reaches Critical Mass™. As in, both his blue flames and bone abilities reach Maximum Power™ and is also able to summon up to 10 or more Beamers at once. This level of power Berlin’s able to reach has something to do with Asriel. I’m not sure how (yet), but it does. However, as soon as he exits STATE, his body will go into a ‘forced shutdown’ and will enter an extremely deep slumber for up to 24 hours, depending on how long he was withing STATE. He cannot be woken up during this time, so in the event this happens, he must be kept someplace safe to sleep.

Dayne

Spears: His orange spears are strong, fast, and if he lands a direct hit, chances are you won't be getting back up. He can summon them to be anywhere from 3ft-8ft long, and they’re virtually unbreakable. He can throw them directly using his hands, or just send them flying without any assistance.

Orange Fire: He can wield it, but he’s not as skilled as Berlin. Additionally, his orange flames are weaker than his cousin’s and really only uses his flames to compliment his spears.

Green Fire: They’re similar to his orange fire, but is approximately 3x more destructive than his orange flames and require more energy to wield. But because Dayne is substantially more durable and physically capable than Berlin, wielding his Green Flames is hardly an issue for him. However, the strength of his green flames are equivalent to that of Berlin’s standard orange flames. These flames are also linked to his mother's soul color, which is green.

Orange Mode: Allows him to move at extremely high speeds, as well as being able to force others to do the same.

Physical Strength: Highly abnormal for someone his size and age, and it’ll only increase as he gets older. He can shatter large objects as dense as boulders, cinderblocks, and concrete walls with little effort, but only if he’s exerting the power necessary to do so. During practice or boxing matches, he suppresses this side of his brute strength and relies solely on pure skill and normal strength to win.

Semi-Aquatic: He’s a fantastic swimmer. Fast, sleek, and can breathe underwater for an unlimited amount of time (due to the gills he inherited from his mother).

Dreemurr Beamers: Unknown.

Eras

Bones: She’s highly competent with her bone powers, so much so that Berlin’s sometimes asking her for pointers on how to perform some of her bone tricks because her skills are truly impressive. Though sometimes, you’ll find her using her powers to scare him and Dayne into not acting like fools half the time. 

Blue Mode: Allows her to manipulate gravity and levitate objects. Can also use the Special Attack.

Weaponry: She can wield swords, knives, and other sharp objects. She sort of gained an attraction towards them after strangely being drawn to the toy knives in her toy kitchens and tea party sets when she was a toddler. And then really became interested when she watched her mother practicing with her sword one day (as leisure and a means to keep in shape, nothing more). And eventually, this sweet little daddy’s girl became a sweet little daddy’s girl that could put an armed, 10ft intruder in the hospital (in critical condition) with a pocket knife.

Dissociation: Because she’s half-ghost she can separate from her corporeal body, but only for up to 48hrs. She must return to her physical body (or any suitable, unused vessel she can find) before that time runs out, otherwise, she’ll disappear.

Fame and Fortune

Spider Control: Can control spiders of all kinds via invisible brainwaves they emit throughout their surroundings. However, these waves can only reach a radius of 500ft.

Purple Mode: Forces others to move only in a horizontal direction (either left or right).

Dissociation: The twins are also half-ghost, so they can separate from their corporal bodies and become ghosts, but only for up to 48hrs. They must return to their physical bodies (or any suitable, unused vessel they can find) before that time runs out, otherwise, they’ll disappear.

Retractable Limbs: Because they carry their mother’s gene for multiple limbs, they can grow or retract an extra set of 2 arms (left and right) underneath their first set. Think of Stitch from Lilo&Stitch.

Firearms: Since reaching the surface, their dad found little use for the boxier version of himself and had it (and all the explosive firearms built for it) safely stored away in a place on the farthest end of the mansion, well secluded and needing a passcode to enter. However, the twins one day discovered the lonely door while playing hide and seek. But since they had no clue how to open it, they thought nothing of it and it was eventually forgotten. Fastfoward a couple years later and they realized it needed a password, and after days of sneaking over to the door to try out passcodes, they finally guessed it: the date their parents got married. Since then, they’ve been sneaking inside to familiarize themselves with all their dad’s cool (and potentially dangerous) gadgets while managing to not blow a whole in the wall. And with their newly peaked interest, they decided to buy books on how to use and assemble various kinds of guns and other firearms (they’d love to have the real deal simply for show, but even spoiled children like them know not go anywhere near that subject).

Spider Pets: 

Muffet’s monsterpet (their name is Cinnamon in AT) had twins of their own (Sugar & Spice) who were introduced to Fame and Fortune on their 3rd birthdays, and the pairs bonded instantly. They were no bigger than the twins at the time, but grew as time went on. They’re very sweet and tame and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless the twins ask them to. Then they’ll hurt lots of flies. The twins can also summon them at anytime and from anywhere.

Sugar: Fortune’s monsterpet. 

Spice: Fame’s monsterpet.

Purrla

She may not have any magical abilities like her best friends do, but is a natural born gymnast (which is magical in and of itself tbh). She’s impressive, and all those flips and tricks you see gymnasts doing during the Olympics is what Purrla’s all about. Additionally, she has dangerously sharp claws that she’ll slip out if she feels threatened or is catching herself after a slip or fall.

Abilities: She can perform all kinds of flips, can leap/pounce high and far, has acute nimbleness, and she’s great at making parkour look easy.

#at:ng!chat #every single one of them could kill a man if they wanted to #even Purrla #and i love them #also a lot of this is extremely offtopic so read at your risk my dudes

[nekoabi]

Fic Masterlist!

I finally made a post version of my masterlist, which allows it to be viewed on mobile! Everything is also available on my AO3, which is also NekoAbi. 

The Five Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn’t Reach His Eyes - Angsty. Romantic Royality. Romantic Prinxiety. Implied NSFW. College AU. School AUri

Admitting It - Romantic Logicality. Kiss. Sleepy boys. Terrible Title Syndrome.

Stitches -  Hurt/Comfort. Platonic Moxiety. Patton tears.

Falling For You - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logicality. Romantic Prinxiety. Platonic LAMP. One-sided (for now). Implied NSFW dreams. Implied wet dream. Swearing. Logan and Roman being know-it-all lil pieces of shit. School AU.

Planning - Platonic LAMP. Fluffy shenanigans.

Snow - Platonic LAMP. Virgil enjoys the snow. Pain mention, Self-inflicted pain.

Calm - Platonic LAMP. Its a calm day and Virgil gets introspective. Food mention.

Library - MASTERLIST! MASTERLIST (Rewrite) Library AU. All pairings, a different pairing each chapter, ending with LAMP. Cute fluff. Falling in love in different ways. Logan, head librarian. Patton, hired work. Virgil, volunteer. Roman, volunteer.

Too Close For Comfort - Past Prinxiety. Crying, Break Up. Roman is processing a break up, maybe some music can help.

Royality vs. Analogical - Romantic Royality, Romantic Analogical. Food mention, kissing. Each relationship is different; some are loud, some are quiet.

Nerdy - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logince. High School AU. Logan’s always been a lone wolf, but recently someone’s just been playing on his mind.

Fragrance of Dark Coffee - Romantic Prinxiety. Angst. Major Character Death Prior To Events. Influenced by Ace Attorney.

On the Verge of a Heartbreak - MASTERLIST! Eventual Moxiety. Angst in later chapters. School AU.

His Last Chance - Prinxiety. Angst. Implied cheating, lots of sadness.

Prompt Fill Fic Collection - University AU. Most LAMP ships. A collection of 9 prompt fill fics.

Logan’s Birthday - Written for Logan’s Birthday 2018. Platonic LAMP. Food mention, happy crying.

Tea Break -  Patton finds Roman having some issues with homework. Platonic Royality. Food mention. School AU.

Hands - Soft Logince. Roman’s frustrated by something.

Of Princes and Potions - MASTERLIST! Pining Logince. Royal Fantasy AU. Sympathetic Deceit. Mentions of war and injury. Chapter 6 involves blood, swords, knives, injury and strong anxiety attack parallels.

Rain On Me/You’re Perfect/The Way You Held My Hand/Stupid Band - School AU. Virgil is new to the school, meets a cute boy, can’t handle it. Themes of personal isolation.Chapter 3 had allusion to self-harm and talk of injury. Based off of a songs from Emo the Musical.

If I Can’t Love Her - Based off of a song of the same name. Roceit. Sympathetic Deceit. Roman hears a new singing voice, and needs to find out who it is.

Perfect - Romantic Royality. Kissing, Playfighting. Roman and Patton begin by playfighting, end up doing something they didn’t expect.

My Hero - Romantic Moceit. Kidnapping, Gangs, Violence, Fighting. Patton is kidnapped, and all he wants is for his boyfriend to come and save him... but that would never happen... right?

Ultraviolet - Logince. Past Prinxiety. Swearing, alcohol mention, past FWB relationship. Roman’s crushing on a fellow teacher and his inner performer can really help with that.

Bad Day - Implied Romantic Mox. Panic attack. Virgil has a bad day, Patton knows how to help.

Animals Know Best - Logicality. Prinxiety. Soulmate AU. Everyone has a partner animal that chooses them which not only has traits of their soulmate, but will also lead them to their soulmate. Virgil doesn’t believe in it all too much, until he can’t help but admit it.

Insomnia - Remile. Insomnia talk, mention of sleep therapy, mention of smoking. Remy’s dealing with some really bad insomnia and he’s referred to a sleep specialist. Yet the most interesting thing is the receptionist who works there...

Torn Apart - Heavy Angst with a happy ending. Lots of violence; stabbing, cutting off limbs, strangulation, choking, head injuries. Wrath is an OC of mine, he’s an angry man. Virgil sets him off. It’s a bad time.

Lullaby for a Duke - Remus mention. Based off of Lullaby for a Princess, an MLP song and animation.

Ranking Up - MASTERLIST! Splatoon Sides. Deceit and Remus are involved. 

Lies - Virgil-centric. Angst. Unhappy Ending. Suicide, Alcohol, Dangerous Driving, Car Crash, Death, Suicide (both implied and described), Implied Abusive Deceit. Based off of Lies by McFly.

This Day Aria - Villain!Deceit. Based off of the same song from MLP:FiM.

It’s (Im)possible - Roceit. “What you just asked for is impossible” and “Fuckbuddies falling in love”.

I’m Fine! - School AU. Roman’s sent to the councillor’s office against his will. Sure, he may have mentioned something in drama, but he’s fine!

Headache - No AU. Thomas has a headache and it affects where the sides reside... and to Roman more than the others.

Paint Me - Royality. Human AU. Struggling artist Roman needs some inspiration and the stranger knocking at his door is just what he needs. Based off of Paint Me from Firebringer.

To Love a Remus - Demus. No AU. Remus is an idiot, but Deceit thinks he’s hot anyway. Blood and Injury mention. Birthday fic for @doces-e--tuga

Virgil the Small Purple Emo - Moxiety. Love Makes You Grow AU. Virgil was unloved at a young age and stopped growing. A chance meeting might change his life. Secret Santa for @midnightsdarkangel (also my first and probably last attempt at GT)

Battle Bonds - No AU. Thomas is on a Pokemon kick and its affecting his imagination more than he could... well... imagine.

Theatre Technicians are basically Vampires - Vampire/Human AU. They all live in one house, work at the same place and are vampires. Angst included about their pasts which include the following: attacks, blood, talk of death, injury, scarring and attempted suicide.

Recreating - MASTERLIST! No ships. No AU. Thomas liked to watch Disney movies. That fact was one of the least surprising things about him. He could sit down and watch almost any of the Disney movies and have a wonderful time. Sometimes, scenes from those movies got stuck in his head. He never thought anything of it. 

Love on the Fly Floor - Theatre AU. Prinxiety, Roman is crushing bad on one of the flymen for the show he’s on. When his birthday rolls around, the cast and crew give him a surprise.

While The Sides Are Away, Virgil Will Play - No AU. The sides have a day out and leave Virgil at home. They don’t expect to come home to him looking... like that.

How Not to Help Your Nerd Boyfriend Find a Swimsuit - Human AU. Intrulociet. Logan needs a swimsuit. His boyfriends want to help. They are no help. Birthday fic for @cloverlyanxious/ @maeofclubsandart

Pier Pressure - Human AU. Logince/Pining Moxiety. The four go to the lake to hang out, Roman’s mad that his brother and friend are so clearly into each other but not taking the hint.

The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time He Fell (In Love) - Human AU. 5+1 fic. Moxiety. Patton falls a lot, has done since birth. Doesn’t mean everyone’s used to it.

Remus Kidnaps You - Idk AU... mix of canon and human, maybe? No Ship. Remus kidnaps you to play with your hair. That’s about it.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates - Human/College AU. Prinxiety. Virgil meets an old friend, gets a crush on him, walks into him basically naked, freaks out. Ends happy.

Heatwave - Sides-Are-English Human AU.  There’s a heatwave. All the roommates are shedding their usual clothing for something cooler, except one.

Explainable Coincidences - Human/Teen AU. The twins explore an abandoned hotel, but they didn’t expect others to be there too.

Don’t Think Twice - Human AU. Song Fic. Roceit. It’s the happiest day of their lives, yet they still reflect on where they started from.

Keeping It Quiet - Human/Influencer AU. Prinxiety. Virgil and Roman keep their relationship quiet on social media. Not silent, just quiet.

Don’t Drink And Livestream, Especially When You’re Famous - Human/Famous AU. Platonic Roceit. Being drunk, drinking, kissing. Janus tries to help his friend get over his ex.

A Simple Mistake With A Simple Solution - Human AU. Logince. Roman messes up, Logan’s pissed. Roman makes it easy.

Skipping Ahead A Few Steps - Human AU. Logicality. Patton brings a dog home, Logan’s baffled and confused.

Oh How The Tables Have Turned... - Royal AU. Roceit, background Intrulogical. Roman’s brother likes Roman’s retainer. Roman doesn’t think he likes his brother’s. He’s wrong.

Just Like In The Fairy Tales - Semi-Fantasy/Royal AU. Royality. Patton sneaks off to his favourite place to enjoy the view.

An Apple A Day... Hurts Like A Bitch - No AU. Platonic Sides. The 5 times Janus got apples thrown at him and the 1 time he threw one at everyone else.

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TVFH Related Stories

Pocky Day - Written for Pocky Day 2018. Shenanigans with TVFH cast and the pocky game.

Coffee Break - Virgil returns to his room and finds Reggie having problems with homework. School AU.

House Party - Roman throws a house party after a show. Mention of drunken behaviour and alcohol.

Beach Trip -  It’s hot, the gang decide to go to the beach. The night before, shenanigans ensue. Sexual implications. Relia focused.

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FFXV Fics

Type Found - Pokemon AU. Prompto finds a Pokemon in an imperial base, saves it and plot things happen. The boys have partner pokemon.

Hair Troubles - No AU. Ignis can’t get his hair right and it’s frustrating. Prompto steps in to help.

Prompto’s Bike - Pre-Roadtrip. OT4 Chocobros. Prompto has a motorbike. The other bros really like it.

Cor’s Cooking Lesson - Pre-Roadtrip. Cor finds young Ignis attempting to cook and helps out.

#Fic Masterlist #Neko's Fic Masterlist

[sarah-bae-maas]

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Twenty

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

(previous to this chapter, acowar had not been released. So, as you can imagine, there are some slight differences. Thank you for your support either way!)

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-Chapter 20-

All Kaden could hear was a loud ringing in his ears. He couldn’t move, and twigs stabbed into his skin like miniscule knives. His skin was hyper aware of every feeling on him: the individual blades of grass, the warm breeze, tiny insects skirting over his flesh. For the life of him he could not open his eyes. They were so heavy, and the harder he tried the more difficult it became.

He succumbed, again, to unconsciousness.

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At Rhys’ message of a miracle, Mor abandoned her post at Velaris. She left the guards where they were on the slight chance something could go wrong, and then fled to where the rest of her family was residing. Rhys had been unclear about what happened. The baby, Theodosia, was stillborn. And then, only minutes after but what felt like a century, she cried. And cried and cried and cried.

And she was alive.

Mor didn’t understand, so as she burst into Felix’s home the first place she went was her husband. He was in the guest room Nesta had given birth in, and he was standing pressed to Rhys. Rhys had Laya in his arms, his daughter sickly pale. Feyre was kneeling next to Nesta and Cassian who held their baby girl, and standing in the corner was Elain with Quathryn in her arms.

Felix was nowhere to be seen.

Azriel looked up at her entrance, his shoulders slumping as he greeted her by embracing her to him tightly. Mor returned his hug and kissed his mouth quickly.

Outside.

A single whisper in her mind, and from the stiffening of Azriel, he must have heard it too. The voice belonged to their niece, and Mor looked at Eleana with an eyebrow raised. The girl really didn’t look good. She was shaking in Rhys’ arms, and he face had lost most of its vibrant colour. Mor saw Laya try and speak, but her mouth could barely move. Rhys was smoothing back her hair, probably mistaking her weakness for fear or fatigue.

Kaden’s outside.

Azriel looked confused at the words, so Mor patted his shoulder and whispered she would go look. She hadn’t seen Kaden since he’d done his trials with the Elite, but Azriel had sent her a message before this whole debacle telling her how wonderfully he had done. In celebration, she bought him a new suit, one as fine as what the male members of the Inner Circle would wear to a formal event.

She winnowed to the veranda and started to look for Kaden. He would likely be around the back, so she leisurely walked around to find him. She was happily humming to herself, but choked when she was met with the sight of him sprawled on the grass unconscious, his nose bleeding and his wings limp.

She rushed to his side and rolled him onto his back. She pressed her ear to his chest, listening for his heartbeat and breath, and when hearing them nearly sobbed in relief. Her hands went to his face, and she pushed back his hair, and shook him slightly.

“Hey there,” she whimpered.

He groaned in response, and her heart leaped at the sound.

“Don’t talk, okay? Just let me – let me heal you a little bit.” She surged her magic through him, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything. Kaden was still clearly in pain. The only thing she succeeded in doing was stopping his nose bleed.

“Mor?” He rasped.

She shushed him and continued with her work, growing more frustrated.

“The baby?” Kaden’s voice was as dry as the desert, and he managed to move his hands enough so he was holding the bottom of her dress.

“It’s a little girl.” She was on the verge of screaming for Azriel, but she didn’t want to make a scene.

She was considering running inside long enough to grab Rhys so her cousin could heal her boy, when three figures approached her from the darkness.

She growled at them but cut herself off when she saw it was just Felix and two of his Elite. “What happened here?” She hissed.

“I don’t know. He’s fine though, just burnt out.” Felix said as the two figures stepped forward to grab Kaden. Mor snarled at them until they raised their hands and backed off. Felix, however, wasn’t having any of that.

“Go inside, Mor. I’ll deal with this.” He said calmly.

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

“If you stay here with him Rhys will come looking for you, and what do you think he’ll do when he does? I assume you’ve seen Laya, which means you know that she is one step away from joining dear Kaden on the floor. What do you think the High Lord would do if he found out it’s because his daughter was being used like a puppet by a male that he does not know? Worse, who do you think left him like this? Kaden was taking care of Quathryn, and now she’s in the arms of Elain. Leave, Mor. I have this handled.”

The two Elite did not dare come closer to the Morrigan. Felix rolled his eyes and stepped forward, pushing away her hands and lifting Kaden up by under his arms. He hauled Kaden over his shoulder with one arm supporting him, the other waving to create wards around them. The other two males drew their swords and flanked Felix protectively.

“Where are you taking him?” She seethed.

“Somewhere safe.”

“He is safest with me.”

“If you left people would get suspicious. Luckily for me, the only one who would notice my absence is Eleana.”  He cocked his head to the side and started backing away.

_____

At some point in the night, Eleana had fallen asleep. When she awoke, she was tucked into Felix’s bed with her mother was reading a book next to her.  At hearing her wake, Feyre put down her book and smiled at her daughter. She put a hand on her forehead and kissed her cheek.

“You’re still running a fever.” She clucked.

“A fever?”

“You had your father worried last night. You fell asleep standing up. Luckily, he was there to hold you. I think you’re sick.”

Eleana’s whole body was aching, but she knew it wasn’t because she was ill. It was because of the way Kaden used her body last night, the bond between them still so blurred that she was also feeling the effects of his burnout.

“How’s Nesta and Cassian?”

“They’re over the moon. What we saw yesterday…” Feyre let out a loud breath. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. Maybe Thea is just showing early signs of magic? I don’t know, either way we’re all very grateful.” Feyre stood up, straightening her jumper and brushing off her pants. “Breakfast?”

“Where’s Felix?” Eleana countered. She couldn’t bear the thought of eating right now, her stomach churned at the thought. She needed to see her cousin though, to make sure he was alright and to make sure he was helping Kaden.

“He went to the share houses this morning with Quathryn. Little Thea was up all night, quite the lungs on her, and Quathryn was getting irritable. Hopefully she can have a nice nap before she comes back and is officially introduced to her new sister.”

As much as it pained her, Eleana say up and swung her legs over the bed. She was immediately met with an array of dizziness, but she didn’t let it stop her from standing. “I’m going to skip breakfast and go visit Felix. I’ll see you later.”

She went to walk, but Feyre grabbed her elbow to make her holt. “If Felix is upset you call Cassian straight away, okay? You don’t have to deal with his emotions on your own.” Feyre kissed her forehead quickly. “You can skedaddle now, Laya. I’ll save you some pancakes.”

Eleana smiled at her and walked away. She waved to her family as she walked in the longue room, intending to leave right away. Rhys insisted on hugging her first though and making her eat at least some fruit. Mor stared at her and looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. Considering Eleana had told Mor to get Kaden last night and she was now here, Eleana doubted the topic of conversation would be about anything but that.

Eleana used what little energy she had to fly to the share houses. When she arrived, she went to the children’s home, knowing Felix would’ve taken Quathryn there to sleep. She walked in, and was instantly greeted by children milling around preparing for their day – hired staff following them and helping. There was a strange congregation outside one of the doors, a bunch of them on their toes with their ears pressed against the door, some holding weeds they’d mistaken for flowers.

Eleana stood behind them and knelt so she was the same height as them. “What are you listening for?”

They jumped at the sound of her voice, but looked happy to see her.

“Felix came last night!” One said excitedly. “And he brought Kaden, but he’s feeling unwell. We want to help him feel better.”

Eleana nodded. So, coming here with Quathryn was a front. Good to know.

Eleana thanked them and tried to go inside.

“Excuse me Lady Eleana, will you please give Kaden these? We picked them just for him this morning.” The voice of the small girl was timid, and it made Eleana’s heart warm. She held out a handful of weeds, and Eleana graciously accepted them.

She went into the room and was met with the sight of Kaden buried under a multitude of blankets, Quathryn sprawled on top of him, snoozing away. Her mouth was open and she had started to dribble, but Kaden didn’t notice. He was too deep in conversation with Felix.

Eleana cleared her throat to get their attention, and their gazes snapped to her.

“Laya.” Felix smirked. “There are Elite surrounding this whole building and yet none of them thought to warn me you were here. I’m not sure what to think of that.”

“Last I checked I out-ranked you.” She joked.

“That may be true, but I also have them guarding my home, and Mother knows it’s full of very powerful, very tired, very highly ranked fae.” He stood up and gave her a hug before picking Quathryn up from the bed. She whined slightly, but as soon as he pulled her closer to his chest she stopped. “I’ll leave you two be.”

He left the room, cheering and then quick hushes from the children outside happening in his wake.

Kaden was looking at her with pain laced on his face, and she wasn’t sure if it was from last night’s ordeal or because he felt guilty.

“I swear I didn’t know it was you, Eleana. I’m so sorry. I would never invade your mind like that. I – I don’t know what happened.” He gushed.

She didn’t reply right away, but rather started striping away the many layers of blanket covering him.

“What are you doing?” He asked her.

She stayed silent, and when she had peeled back the blankets and he was before her in nothing but a pair of short bottoms, she climbed in next to him. She laid her head on his chest and hooked her legs on his, wanting to be as close to him as she could. It took a few moments, but he curled around her too and snaked his arms to hold her body tight.

“What are you doing?” He asked again, his voice now a whisper.

“I’m sleeping next to the man that saved my cousin’s life, whom I love very much.” She kissed his chest and closed her eyes. All she’d done lately is sleep, but she thought she deserved it.

“Is that how you truly feel?” He ran a hand down her back, and when it came up again it had slipped under her shirt to touch her skin.

“Without a doubt – indefinitely.”

_____

Eleana supposed it was about time she did something productive with herself. She had bathed Quathryn and clothed her in a new outfit, and even snuck off to Velaris to get Kaden some more clothes from Azriel’s house. Felix had left to go meet his new sister properly, but the Elite were still stationed at his home on the off chance something happened. They were very discreet though. You wouldn’t know they were there unless someone told you.

She and Kaden left the share house together after helping give lunch to the children, all of them so enthusiastic when it came to Kaden. They absolutely adored him.

As they walked, no particular destination in mind, Kaden kept giving her weird glances. She had shut him out from her mind, needing to have it to herself for a while, so she had no idea what it was about. He would come clean eventually, he always did. He kept opening his mouth as if to say something, but always promptly shut it when she glanced his way.

The silence wasn’t terrible, just calm.

They walked into the market, buying some shawarmas. Eleana underestimated how messy it would be and groaned every time the garlic sauce dripped down her front. Kaden would just laugh and reach forward to help her clean herself. At one point, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip and popped it into his mouth, tasting it straight from her.

They rounded into an alley to get away from the crowd. There was a courtyard ahead, and you could easily hear a commotion going on. Eleana’s curiosity led her to follow the sounds, and Kaden’s affections for Eleana caused him to follow her.

In the courtyard were two Illyrians, one normal male and, surprisingly, one of the Elite. They were making snarky and lewd comments towards a group of females who looked to be in an aerial unit.

The member of the Elite was Alistair, a male significant in Eleana’s past, and Kaden stiffened at her side. She disregarded it though, she had no time for their feud when the three males were making the women so obviously uncomfortable.

“Hello, how are you?” Eleana approached one of the woman, wedging herself between the female and the sleaze talking to her.

The female looked relieved at the sight of Eleana. Eleana somewhat recognized her from training, but the female clearly knew who she was.

“I’m quite well, Lady Eleana. What brings you here?” She held out her hands which Eleana took in her own. There was nothing better than women standing by other women, except being friends with them.

“Had to get my man some food. Males are rather grumpy when they’re hungry, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Definitely.”

They smiled at each other, but the moment was ruined when Alistair placed a hand on both their shoulders.

“Now this is what I want to see. Tell me, are women this friendly when they share beds? I’d be willing to watch if you showed me.”

The other male roared with laughter, and Eleana curled back her lip in disgust.

Eleana didn’t regret her brief time with Alistair, he was far less cocky before he rose in ranks in the Elite. Since then, he had been insufferable, and that was one of the main reasons their tryst hadn’t lasted. That, and she was a young fifteen-year-old and he was older than her mother.

“Oh Alistair, if only women had as little self-respect. I don’t know what’s smaller, my tolerance for your behaviour or your dick. Both are rather miniscule.” She wanted to hiss it at him, but she kept her poise because she knew delivering it like that would have a harder blow.

The women had gathered behind Eleana and the female she had just conversed with. You could tell from their weary faces that they were just here to rest in between sessions, and that the males had been bothering them for a while.

“Why are you even here?” Eleana asked Alistair. “The Elite have been summoned and sanctioned.”

“We’re taking it in twelve hour shifts. Weirdly enough, not once did I see Kaden there. You putting it up Felix too? Why else would you have gotten first row so quickly? Must be wondrous in bed.” Alistair winked suggestively at Kaden.

Kaden didn’t blush or falter. He remained as he was, not deigning to respond.

“Leave, Alistair. Nobody wants you or your friend here. Just let them eat. Not everything has to be about conquests.”

One of the women behind her squeaked as the other male skirted around the group to pinch her behind. She hit him away, but her fighting skills were inconsequential compared to his. The females had trained to be assets in the air, not on the ground – something her parents had been battling tooth and nail to change for a century.

“Stop it.” Eleana thrust out her darkness and tied his arms with it. He grunted and tried to escape, but it was futile.

“It is their duty to us. We men keep them safe while they raise the children. It is the least they can do.” The shackled man sneered.

“What they do with their body is no duty, and is entirely up to them. I suggest you leave immediately.”

“They don’t have to want it for us to take it.” He remarked, a revolting smile on his face.

Eleana was flabbergasted. Did this man just insinuate that he had the right to rape a woman?

Maybe she could have controlled herself if he had just been an ass, but that – that – she didn’t need her magic at full strength to punish him.

“Draw your swords.” She nodded at the females to step back, and with fear in their eyes from years of being unjustly preyed upon by men, they did. They were a young unit, still trying to find their way in a sexist society, and Eleana couldn’t fault them for their feelings. They were not weak.

Alistair and his crony laughed. “Really, Eleana? You’re going to take us both on? As fun as that sounds, I’m not in the mood.”

“Neither were they when you decided to think with your dick instead of your mind. Draw your swords, or I’ll fight you without them.”

Alistair snorted but they did as she asked. Alistair seemed fine, but nerves had started to wind their way into the other one who she had let free of her magic. She didn’t need her darkness to beat them without mercy.  

Alistair went to say something else, but before he could she kicked him square in the chest, so hard that he faltered back. She followed her kick by shoving the hilt of her sword in the temple to the male on her left. He blocked it, but that only gave her enough momentum to step forward and elbow him so hard in the nose the bone cracked. She then quickly, but with much ferocity, punched him in the throat.

He snarled at her, but she sidestepped his oncoming punches. Alistair approached her from behind, so she tucked the next swing from the male, turning slightly on her heel so she could pinch Alistair’s thigh. Her fingers clenched so hard that even through his pants his flesh tore.

He gasped in pain, but she didn’t stop there. She swung a hard uppercut into Alistair’s jaw, and then slashed her sword at the male. There was a satisfying swish as her Illyrian blade slashed through his shirt and left a bloody cut across his stomach. If she had angled her sword even a little more, she would have gutted him. She would give no killing blows today though. She would only use enough severity to teach them a lesson. She was a woman, and she was strong and proud and no male would ever effect that.

The male backed off in surrender, raising his arms and dropping his blade. Crimson blood was flowing freely down his torso, and he probably needed to seek urgent medical care. If only Eleana cared enough to summon a healer.

At the sight of his friend backing off, Alistair did the same, making a clapping noise that in training meant your opponent was tapping out.

“Piss off.” Eleana barked.

The two did as they were told, and skulked away.

Eleana smiled at their retreating backs and turned back to the females. “I’m sorry to disturb yo-”

“Who taught you to fight like that?” One asked with nothing but awe in her tone.

“Mostly my cousin, Felix.”

Their faces slightly dropped at her answer, and she wondered why.

“Oh. We were hoping it might be someone who could teach us. Felix Warbringer though… I could never approach him. He’s too,” she waved her hand, “superior.”

“That’s not the case at all.” Kaden stepped up beside her, but a respectful distance away. “Felix would welcome you if you asked for extra training. He would do all in his power to ensure you had the best possible.”

“One of those males was Alistair, is he not in the Elite?” Another woman asked. It was a valid question. How could you respect a commander whose soldiers treated people like that?

“Alistair has already been demoted.” Kaden answered her. “Not just that, but Felix has the upmost respect for women and their value in the camp. I doubt Felix was aware of Alistair’s attitude, and when he finds out justice with be duly served.”

She looked at him sceptically.

“Tomorrow Felix is set to rearrange the Elite from the outcome of yesterday’s events. You should approach him afterwards. Tell him I sent you and what you want. If he can’t help you, he will do everything in his power to find someone that will. I promise.” Eleana suggested.

The women looked at each other, a smile beginning to grow on all their faces.

They agreed, and Eleana said her goodbyes before leaving them. As her and Kaden started walking again, he gave her more of the funny looks from before. She was about to demand answers, but first he said, “Eleana, can I talk to you in private?”

She cocked her head. “We’re in a market. Maybe we can go to your tent? I don’t know anywhere else that would offer privacy.”

“I do.”

_____

He winnowed them to a field opening in the forest. Nearby was rushing waterfall, a large lake and stream rushing off it. The trees were all willows, and the grass hadn’t yet dried from the harsh summer heat. Eleana smiled at the sound of nearby birds and insects, and breathed in deeply the fresh, unstained air.

“How did you find this place?” Eleana kicked off her boots and socks so she could wiggle her toes in the soft grass.

“This is where Felix taught me to swim.”

“I didn’t know Felix did that.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal, and then turned his back on her.

Eleana thought he was about to say what he had been holding in all day, so she let him stand while she sat and combed her hands through the grass.

And then,

And then,

He turned so quickly his wings blew a gust of air in their wake and knelt in front of her. His hands cradled her face, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

He kissed her.

So slowly, so tenderly it was like they had all the time in the world. The kind of kiss he would’ve given her if he had been raised knowing how to love, the kind of kiss that was so filled with passion it made her heart ache. The kind of kiss that made her shed a tear, because he knew, very well, that if he kissed her it meant that she was wholly his, and he was hers in return.

He pulled away, but only far enough to rest his forehead against hers. He was panting slightly, and his hands were shaky on her face.

“Kaden?”

“I already knew it, but then you stood up for those girls, and I knew I needed you more than this. That I couldn’t bear it if I lost you just because I was impulsive with my magic or reckless with my feelings. Or if you moved on and I never got a chance to tell you how I felt, and tell you how stupid I’ve been when it comes to you. I was so worried – so worried about what might happen to you if you were with me. But Cauldron have mercy, you can defend yourself. You don’t need me doing it for you.”

He pressed his lips against hers again, and then made due with kissing away the tears on her face.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” She said slowly. She wanted to hear him say it, needed to know he wasn’t going to change his mind.

“What I’m saying is that I love you too, and I can’t imagine facing this ruthless earth without you beside me. Can’t live without your darkness, and your light, and your love. I love you, Eleana, and I will show you until the end of my days how eternally grateful I am the Mother gifted me with you. I am grateful for every single moment in my life if it means that I ended up here with you.”

She was still, and she was in disbelief. Was this real? Or was this the most horrific nightmare she’d ever have? Would she wake up and no longer have him?

She wrapped her arm around his neck, but didn’t kiss his lips. Instead, she nipped at his neck and earlobe, a gentle rumble letting loose from her throat. “Show me,” she purred in his ear.

He obliged.

He put his hands under her thighs and hitched them forward, making her lay on her back. She giggled at his touch, her legs now wrapped around his waist while he loomed over her. He folded his arms across his body and slowly took off his shirt, knowing she would enjoy the view. He chucked it away, and she let her hands wander free across all the dips and curves on his muscled abdomen. She leant forward, and kissed the skin just below his belly button, sucking until she left a small bruise in her wake.

When she was satisfied with her work, she dismissed her wings so she could take off her clothes easier. She went to get her shirt off, but stopped as he grabbed her wrists. “I’ll do it.” His voice was gruff, and he stared at her like he was going to devour her whole.

She nodded and let her arms fall. He disrobed her slowly, letting his fingers skim her body as he took in her appearance. When it came to her pants, her heaving chest completely bare, he let his fingers wander and graze sinfully over her core, but never quite hard enough to be anything but teasing. She squirmed on the ground, not satisfied with only seeing his torso.

“I need more of you,” she whispered.

“You can have it all.” He was still on his knees in front of her, and deftly removed his pants. She could already see his was straining, but as his length sprang free from its constraints her heartbeat thundered. Oral sex was not something she enjoyed giving before she met Kaden, but there was something about knowing that she would pleasuring him, and only him, unselfishly, that made her mouth water at the sight of him.

Her hand idly started stroking him, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure and he emitted a low, wonderful noise from his throat. She started taking him in: the wonderfully broad shoulders, the wavy blonde hair, the strong jaw line, his powerful thighs. And was that his tattoo? She knew of its existence, he had told her as much, but he had never let her see it. It was inked on the exact place she had bitten him that night in the stable, and it had gotten infected as soon as he’d had the tattoo done.

She continued her work on him with one hand and moved closer to see it. The puncture marks from her teeth had scarred, and were surrounding the tattoo like a border. The tattoo itself was a lovely rose that colours ranged from black to red.

Dark Rose – the name he had appointed her with their first night together.

“Ah, yes, that.” He cleared his throat and she could see a blush blooming on his neck and chest.

She moved so she was on her knees in front of him, and stopped her stroking so she could cradle his face in her hands. “I love you.” She kissed him.

“I love you too,” he moaned against her lips. “I’m sorry I took so long to realise. But fuck I love you.”

“I would’ve waited a century for you, Kaden. An eternity.”

He kissed her again, and then gently pushed her back so she was flush against the grass. “Bring back your wings.” He murmured.  

She did as he told, and stretched them out beside her. He looked at them ravenously, and wasted no time in hitching her legs over his shoulders and thrusting into her.

She was soaked for him, but the sudden sensation was still like a bolt through her. She cried out, not caring how much noise she made as he pulled in and out of her. He was quick with his thrusts and had his hands around her calves as he held her legs up. One of her hands was braced behind her head, tearing up the ground in an attempt to grab something, while her other hand deftly started to work the bundle of nerves at her core. It was not the first time her fingers had strayed at the thought of the male in front of her, but this was the first time she could actually watch him worshipping her while she touched herself.

Between the stimulation inside her and her fingers, it was only two minutes before her walls were clenching around him and she was screaming his name. He moved her legs off his shoulders and back around his body. He came forward and smothered her screams of pleasure with a rough kiss, his cock still moving inside her.

“Today is all about you.” He nipped at her jaw. “Whatever you want it yours.”

“I want you.” She breathed.

“How do you want me?” He removed himself from her completely and she whimpered at the loss of his warmth. “Do you want me like this?” He kissed down her chest, taking his time when he came to her peaked nipples. He teased them with his teeth, licking over the small hurts whenever he switched sides. “Or do you want me like this?” He kissed further down her stomach, taking care to leave love marks behind. She loved how he was marking her – wanted to have the marks on her body to prove this was real. “Or is this better?” Her back arched and she choked on a gasp as his tongue took a single swipe up her core, smoothing from her entrance and ending with a kiss to the skin just above her clitoris.

“I want you – I want you to um, Oh Kaden.” Her breathing was heavy and she fisted his hair with her hands.

“How about that last one?” He dove back into her, feasting on her. He unwrapped her legs from around him, all the while drowning in her. He moved her legs apart so she was spread wide before him, and as he swiped up her again his fingers prodded at her entrance. Her wings tingled with the sensation, and she found herself moving them against the grass to release some of the tension in them. They were begging to be touched, and if she ever regained back the ability to speak real words she was ask Kaden to touch her there.

Her legs were quaking, unable to control her body’s movements. Kaden knew exactly what to do with his tongue. And his fingers… her body curled every time they did.

“Do I taste good?” She joked just before her body convulsed again.

He lifted his head away from her and smirked. He moved up her body, his movements predatory like he was about to eat her alive, and gave her a messy, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue tickling the roof of her mouth and brushing against her own. She could taste her juices on him, and was not repelled by the flavour. Kaden certainly enjoyed it. He kissed her jaw, and then growled lowly in her ear, “Get on your back. I can tell from a mile away you want me to focus on your wings.”

She happily did so, stretching herself out so her ass was in the air. She turned her head to him, and he had a smirk plastered on his face. She stuck her behind out more, teasing him, and drew in a deep breath as he lightly spanked her.

“We’ll get to that later.” He purred. He licked then kissed the red mark on her, Eleana squirming in delight.

She laid flat and rested her head on her arms.

Firstly, he ran a single finger along the base of her wings, and then followed it immediately with his tongue. As he explored every crevice of them with his fingers, he made note of where she moaned the most so that’s where his mouth could go next.  

Eleana had never found completion from just her wings being caressed, had never let a male touch them the way Kaden was, but in a few short but very, very agonizing minutes, her body was shuddering as she climaxed again. She had to bite her arm to refrain from screaming his name, but he reached around and pulled her mouth free – wanting to hear his name as she called it from her lips.

Bless whoever decided multiple orgasms should be possible – whoever gifted them to the holy female body.  

Kaden stopped playing with her wings there, and Eleana was dismayed that he hadn’t come yet, not even once.

She turned over again and beckoned him forward. He braced himself over her casually, content to take his time. When he kissed her next, it wasn’t rough. There was no clashing of teeth or wrestling of tongues. It was still passionate, but slow-burningly. He was not hurried with her, and as he kissed her he caressed her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“Kaden?” Eleana said as he worked his way down her neck.

“Mm?”

“Will you still love me tomorrow?”

He stilled at her words, and looked her in the eye as he said, “I will love you for the rest of my immortal days, and then again as I brace the Other Side while I wait for you to join me. I will love you until Velaris is nothing but ancient ruins in a world where the name Prythian is a myth, until the Wars are nothing but stories in the expanse of time. I love you, Eleana. I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but I needed time to find out who I was before I could commit to you. There is still so much I have to work on, but it would be my honour if you were at my side while I did.”

She wrapped her arms around him and clutched her to him in a hug. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and breathed in her scent. The scent that was now marvellously entwined with his own.

The blasting heat of the sun rained down on them, and they were both becoming slick with sweat. Neither minded though, not if it meant they were close together. Eleana took off one of the many glamours on her magic, and let the light simmering under her skin shine the way it had been begging to since the first throb of her core caused by Kaden tasting her.

He started to kiss her skin again, making his intentions of feasting on her clear as the sky, but Eleana stopped him.

“Are you tired? We can just lie here, I’m happy if you are.” He rested his head on her stomach. He was lying comfortably between her legs, and looked awfully good, and cocky, while doing it.

“That’s not it.”

He looked up at her with his onyx eyes. That look alone made her core start to glisten again, and she knew it would take but one touch from his mouth to be screaming again.

She fingered his hair, lazily pushing it back and forth. “I want you to take me as hard as you can, until you’re roaring my name loud enough for the whole court to know you’ve claimed me. I want you to unleash yourself on me, and I don’t want you to stop until I’m a whimpering mess and you’re completely and utterly satisfied. Do you understand?”

His eyes were alight at his command, and he leant back until he was on his knees before her.

“As hard as I can? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Destroy me, Kaden.”

She could see goose bumps start to line his flesh, and saw his throat bobble as he took in her words.

“Okay. On your knees, then.” He watched her she did what he said. She turned to face away from him and settles on her elbows on knees, a lovely arc in her back from where she presented her behind to him.

His hands rested on her behind, and he leaned over and kiss the base of her spine. The anticipation was killing her, and she shifted in suspense.

She wasn’t expecting him to lower his lips to her again, but let out a loud moan of pleasure as he did. He went on for what seemed like eternity, but eventually replaced his mouth with his quick fingers. His lips didn’t stray far though, but moved to kiss the surrounding parts of her body. He was kissing her behind when suddenly, without warning, he bit her ass hard enough to draw blood.

The feel of his teeth in her flesh made her body ache with pleasure, and her moan was pure animalistic fae.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover when he sheathed himself in her, rocking her body forward and making her breasts bob. She braced herself on one arm and used the other to kneed herself, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his mighty length inside her.

Kaden snapped his hips back and forth and he reached a hand forward to tangle itself in her hair and pull it. It meant she wasn’t rocking as much, and her throat was delightfully bared, and the feeling of him holding her in place like that was incomparable.

He groaned her name as his tempo became faster, and his prayers of her name matched her cries of his.  The hand that wasn’t ravelled in her hair was roaming her body, and came to rest on her exposed second hole. That area of her body had remained untouched by a man, but her curiosity had her thrilled at the prospect of him entering there too. He stopped his thrusting for a few seconds, but only long enough to get his wandering finger slick with her juices, commencing again as soon as he deemed his fingers wet enough. It didn’t take long; her body was rushing for him. His pace was slower this time, and as he played around her other hole she squeaked in glory. Then unrushed and without hesitance, he pushed a single finger inside her.

She gasped at the sensation of him filling her two ways, and her breathing became heavy as he moved his finger in time with his member. The feeling was… a new one, to say the least, but not unpleasant. There was just something about her being so full of him, that made her core ache.

His pace became quick again, and he growled with pleasure. Eleana was panting beneath him, begging him to go faster, and harder, and to consume her.

Between his pounding and his fingers, she was a trembling mess. She was so weak from fulfilment she could barely hold herself up. Her body was relishing in it, and her head hung low as she yearned and simpered for more. Kaden let her hair go, instead holding her hips so they aligned perfectly with his. His progress became slower, and from his twitching in her she could tell we was close to completion.  

She was close to a third, or was it fourth, fifth orgasm? She’d lost count, when he pulled out completely when they were both on the precipice. She involuntarily whined at the loss of contact, and let out a surprised ‘Oh!’ when he flipped her over again so she was sprawled on her back. He lowered into her without explanation, this time more gentle and tender than anything else from the day.

He didn’t need to explain it to her, because she could see the reasoning written on his face, and felt it mirrored in her heart.

Kaden wanted to look at her when he came, wanted to see the way her mouth uplifted slightly before turning into an uncontrollable smile as little sounds escaped her throat as she climaxed. And she wanted to see him, her beautiful mate, as he roared with ecstasy when he found utter completion.

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Kaden rubbed at Eleana’s back, laughing at the green grass stains that covered her skin. Before, he had been too distracted to notice it, but oh, was it quite the sight. They had decided to swim in the small lake to cool themselves down, and Eleana had started to get uncomfortable from the sticky feeling on her back.

After they had made love in the water, her legs around his waist as she rested their cheeks together and rode him, they decided they should also clean off. It was clear what they had been doing, and Eleana didn’t want to go anywhere near her family smelling of sex.

Kaden thought that was fair enough.

“How’s it looking back there?” Eleana asked him.

He lightly pinched her thigh. “Looks great to me.”

“I meant my back.” She snorted. She bobbed down in the lake and swam away from him and closer to the waterfall, only her head above the water. This place would always be an oasis for him now, and never would he forget what they had done here today.

“I guess this makes you my lover.” She grinned.

“I’ll be anything you want.” He called to her.

She laughed and ducked under the water. She would come up again eventually, she could stay under there for hours between her water and wind magic. The first time she had done it she was under for five minutes, and Kaden freaked out. She’d apologized, but also laughed at his reaction.

He swam to the edge of the water and hitched himself up on a rock that jutted out over its surface. His legs were still in the calm rush, but his body was now fully exposed to the mercy of the late midday sun. He closed his eyes and basked in it.

He heard scampering from behind him, but wasn’t fazed. You couldn’t go to the forest and expect to not see any animals.

Eleana popped up again, and he waved at her. The smile she gave him in return was so full of intimacy and adoration that Kaden mentally kicked himself for not biting the dust sooner to just be with her – regardless of any consequences. The last few hours with her had been full of such joy, and the thought of him having that for all conceivable time to come… It was a happiness he never expected to have.

“Hey, Kaden! Guess what?” She shouted.

“What?”

“I love you!” She sang to him.

He splashed water at her. “I love you too. Now come sit with me.”

She glided over to him, and settled herself between his legs but still in the water. She rested her head on his knee and closed her eyes. She was still very tired, and would hopefully sleep well enough tonight that no nightmares plagued her.

The rustling in the trees became louder, and Kaden glanced that way to see an inhuman, weathered hand snap back into the underbrush, a present left behind. Kaden smiled to himself – the creatures of this forest really couldn’t help themselves, could they?

He reached backwards to get what was left behind, Eleana lifting her head at the movement.

“What is it?”

“You’ve received another gift, my lady.” He handed her the two gifts.

They were strange rings, both black stone with no ornamentation. They could’ve been necklaces, but they looked more like collars than jewellery.

Eleana weighed them in her hands, slight frown on her face. “Do these feel strange to you?”

She gave them back to him to inspect, and he had to agree with her. He couldn’t name the feeling, but now that he was centring his attention on it he couldn’t help the sick feeling that overcame him. He also noted that the stone, although black, was a different one than usual.

“I think we should leave.” Eleana said under her breath. She grabbed his hands and winnowed them back to where they had abandoned their clothes. They threw them on and disappeared back to camp.

Leaving the collars behind.

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Dear Damian part 6 (Older! Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Oh yes my Squirtle squad, here comes another part of Pain and Feels, so grab your tissues and find yourself a secluded room where nobody can hear you cry, because this one is a doosy. Love ya guys!

Tagging: @isabellegunawan @gothxmsirxns @loverbug1123 @maruthor @the-singing-canary

(Female Reader)

Word Count:1226

Warnings: the angst, blood, swearing

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 7

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Light stung his eyes as the executioner’s hood was flung from his face. Damian squinted while his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he frantically looked around for you. When he couldn’t find you, he panicked, his heart sped up as he thrashed around.

“Where is she!” He shouted at the guards that were holding him. “I swear, if you hurt her- “

“Relax young Wayne!” Damian’s head snapped in the direction of your father’s voice, “she’s right here!”

He gestured to one of the arched doorways surrounding them, Damian’s heart nearly stopped as saw the guards hauling your writhing body towards him. They forced you into a kneel and tore the hood off your head. You made eye contact, he could see the pain and fear in your eyes.

Your father clapped his hands together excitedly, “Well, let’s get this started now, shall we?”

He motioned for his servants, who brought him a katana. He swiftly unsheathed his sword, and slowly walked toward Damian, inspecting the blade.

“You, my friend, have ruined my life.” He said, slowly walking closer and closer.

“You ruined my relationship with the league of Assassins, you made me look like a fool, and you stole my daughter away from me…” His eyes narrowed and his mouth formed into a scowl, “and for that, I will make you suffer.”

He pulled back his arm, with hatred in his eyes, and swung down.

You spat blood out on the floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Killer Croc howled and came charging towards you. You rolled out of the way, throwing several knives at the beast. He snarled at you, tearing the projectile weapons out of his scaly flesh. He slashed at you, sending you flying through the air and crashing into the opposite wall.

You winced at your newly broken ribs, and struggled to get up, but your limbs didn’t seem to obey what your brain was telling them to do. Killer Croc stalked toward you, and grabbed you by your hair, slowly lifting you up. You screamed in anguish as you rose in the air.

Just then, a pair of birdarangs flew through the air and sinking into his flesh, right before letting off a small flash bomb. The monster let out a scream, and dropped you to the floor. You let out a grunt on impact, looking up to see Damian rush over to you.

Damian didn’t look at your father, all he could look at was you, your [H/C] hair, your [S/T] skin, and those beautiful [E/C] eyes of yours. He wanted you to be the last thing he saw. He watched as you screamed and struggled against the guards, pleading with your father to spare him.

Then he swung down, but Damian never felt the blade pierce his skin, in fact, he felt nothing at all, he was numb. He watched your face turn from rage to shock, as blood fell from the corner of your mouth. His eyes widened as he lowered his gaze to your abdomen, where your father had driven the blade right through you.

Damian kneeled down next to you, concern showing in his eyes. “Beloved, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dami.” You struggled to say as you sat up, wincing from the pain. “Better now that you’re here to help me kick this reptile’s ass.”

Damian smiled, but a roar from your opponent caused him to change his focus.

“Give me a moment beloved.” He said with a scowl, as he charged at the beast.

All he could do was watch, in complete shock and horror as your father removed the blade from your torso. You crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around your body all too quickly. Your father casually wiped the blood, your blood, form the katana.

“NO!” Damian Screamed in outrage, straining against the guards, trying to get closer. “You should have killed me!” He screamed,” Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Why, my dear boy. Merely killing you would’ve just been to quick, to painless, this on the other hand,” He said with a cruel smile, “Is much more entertaining.”

You struggled to get to your feet, pulling your staff out, and running into the fray.

“Dammit [S/H/N]!” Damian shouted, as you pounced on the Killer Croc, striking him with your staff. “Stay out of this!”

“Fat chance Robin.” You said turning to him for a brief second.

This was a mistake on your part.

No sooner had you turned around, had the Crocodile raised his talons, intending to tear you to shreds.

“[S/H/N]! Watch out!” He screamed, you turned around to see the monster’s claws coming straight for you, but they never hit you.

Before they could tear you into ribbons, Damian had knocked you out of the way, receiving the blow himself.

Rage boiled inside of him, causing his adrenaline to spike up. He tore the guards grip from him, knocking the man to the ground unconscious with one swing from his bound hands. He then tore the bonds form his hands, giving him the opportunity to smash the head of the other guard against the hard ground.

He took them down one by one, knocking some unconscious, but killing most. They would pay.

He then finally reached your father. He enjoyed latching his bloodied hand onto his throat, and watching him struggle for oxygen, before the life left from his face completely. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground. Breathing heavily, he looked around him, observing the mass of dead and unconscious bodies that littered the grounds.

His rage and blood lust subsided only when he heard a faint, weak, and familiar voice.

“Dami…”

After Croc had knocked Damian to the side like a rag doll, you had managed to knock the beast unconscious by giving him the shock of a lifetime, tazing him with enough electricity to knock out an African Elephant. You had rushed to his side, gasping and wincing along the way. You knelt down next to him, and observed the large bloody scratch marks across his broad chest.

“You idiot,” You lovingly muttered to him, helping him to his feet. “Why did you do that?”

Damian scrambled to your limp body, almost slipping in the blood as he scooped you up. Your skin was so pale and cold, he almost sobbed when he saw how dull your eyes had already become.

“[F/n], I’m so sorry,” He said, tears rolling down his cheeks, mingling with the blood running down your mouth, “If I had just gotten out quicker, if I had only- “

“Dami…” You whispered, raising your bloodied hand to his face. He leaned into your touch, feeling the blood from your hand rub off on his face.

“Why? Because I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered, lightly kissing him on his lips. Then leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

” And I will always protect you,”

“[F/N]? [F/N]! Please stay with me! I’ll get help! I can get you all fixed up!” He pleaded, but he didn’t move. It was too late.

Sobs racked through his body, as he clutched your small lifeless one close to him. He breathed in your sent, and buried his nose into your [H/C] hair.

“Please don’t leave me [F/N], I need you!”

”… I will always protect you.”

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