#treat the stones as a poison that go too far in what they see as protection and love and care

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Hello there :) I’m so glad to see you again :) please could I request headcanons for the hashira men where their normally shy crush is affected by an aphrodisiac from a fight with a demon and suddenly becomes very touchy and flirty with them (please could it be as nsfw as possible) 😉

Giyuu

Another mission with you was another he knew would be a breeze

You didn't bother him in the slightest, minded your own business and completed your objectives without much struggle

Of course mistakes happen, but this one was just downright cruel

The demon was now dealt with, but when he found you, you seemed out of it

His first concern was poison- not that he seemed incorrect but you didn't seem hurt

Just really REALLY clingy all of a sudden

Of course you had unfortunately been affected by this demon, and Giyuu wanted to help you but all you asked for was-

Okay, he may or may have not used his haori to tie you against a tree, making sure your arms were stuck around it too

He didn't have the heart to restrain you physically or give in to something that might be against your will

But boy was he rock hard about it

Gyomei

You were never all that great at dodging projectiles, let alone something as small as a pin while already caught mid air

The stone hashira thought he had deflected them all, but when you started speaking sluggishly and he went to grab your hand, he felt something stuck in your skin

Of course, there was no doubt about it, you were poisoned and hadn't realized

First he scolded himself for not being more careful, you were the last person he would have wanted to see hurt

Then he lifted you up into your arms and made it back to Shinobu as fast as he could, hoping it was nothing too terrible, but you seemed to be thrashing quite wildly and it was fortunate he was able to hold you still

He even had to restrain you in Shinobu's office, right on his lap as she checked out your blood and made sure everything was okay

"I am happy to say she does not seem to be in any danger,  and any effects it might have will wear off soon! How fortunate."

"Is that so?"

He was mumbling as Shinobu left, though he didn't move an inch

The entire time you had been squirming your ass into his crotch and unfortunately standing up now might show off a little too much to the world

At least he had an idea on what was going on with you

"Please y/n, if you can just stay still till we get home I am sure we can relieve you of your problems."

Kyojuro

He is the type to see you were poisoned and then decide to get himself hit too so he can instruct you on how to stop the poison the best

Will literally ask the demon to inject him and then cut its head off a second later

Except as he feels the effects start to draw on him too, he realizes the exact scenario you are both in

Harmless, of course, but also...

"I must confess! I really like you and would like to court you this instant!"

It was just the thing he needed to get that confession out

Once he got enthusiastic consent he was lifting you up and bringing you back to where you'd been staying for the mission and making sure you get a real good impression of how good he'll treat you from then on

Muichiro

He was far more focused on himself and the mission to notice you had changed

One thing at a time, please!

But once the demon was dead, it at least helped the aphrodisiac nullify before he even started to notice your predicament

Sure, sometimes he was clueless to things, but sometimes Muichiro would play dumb on purpose, especially with you

With anyone else he would blurt out that they seemed heated, but he knew his words might be harsher than he intends and kept it to himself

"God, it's getting really hot out here-"

"Is it?"

Oh he knows what's going on the longer you walk together, and steadily his face is getting as pink as yours from the very insinuation that maybe- just MAYBE you were thinking of him

When you mentioned going to see Shinobu, he asks why you'd ever need to do that

Okay, maybe that attempt at playing dumb was a bit too obvious

"We can just wait it out."

He would take you to his estate partially so no one else sees you like this, but also so he can savor how much you stuck near him

Muichiro both wasn't one for PDA but also not one to tell you he even enjoyed being next to you

But god, did he, you were clinging to his sleeve and following him everywhere he want, and speaking to him often

Not that he stood for you being poisoned but...part of him wished he had taken some of that venom before he killed the demon

Obanai

Would likely think that the way you are acting is a joke, to try and test him or distract him from his duties as a slayer

Until the demon is dumb enough to reveal why you were so shaky and having a hard time breathing correctly to use your techniques

If anyone has an antidote for poison, especially with Kaburamaru, it’s him

Even knowing this, Obanai decides he should keep the fact he carries it to himself

The fact is that the demon is dealt with in half the time he expected it to take

Partially because he resents it even more for touching you, partially because he wants to get to you before everything wears off

The more hot and bothered you get it's almost like he mirrors you, and he will take you then and there in the forest next to the decaying demon corpse

If you ever find out about the fact he always carried antidote and ask he will simply lie and say he forgot he carried it, though I'm sure you'd see straight through the lie

Sanemi

Honestly the first thing he does when you start acting all weak and struggle to fight the demon is yell at you to get up and stop being a crybaby

But you can visibly notice he is tensing up and fighting a lot harder to protect you and end the fight before you get involved again

He does prevail and finishes things off, but by then you are just trembling on the floor and avoiding his gaze

If you wont move after he nudges you the first few times he'll pick you up and dangle you over his shoulder

"If you keep acting like this I'll show you who runs shit around here!"

His vague threats likely only make your situation worse, but once he's got it all figured out he gets a lot more flustered

He wouldn't leave his favourite girl trembling and struggling there all by herself, though

Once you are all held down with both wrists pinned to the bed by one of his hands, he'll make sure the other one gives you all the attention you need until satisfied

Uzui

It isn't unlike you both to get a little heated after a mission together, but you seemed way more impatient than usual after this one

Way sooner too, right after the demon had scratched you you became a little dizzy so he had to finish things off first

Honestly, Uzui didn't care why, the moment he inspected you to make sure you weren't poisoned or worse, he was more than happy to respond to your touchy hands

Thank goodness this demon was far away from any towns, because it was about to get loud

Authors Note - AND HERE WE ARE! I sat on this a while because of some characters and decided to just do my best <3 Thank you for requesting, I hope its something you'll enjoy!

Disclaimer - All characters within have been aged up to at least 18 or older, and have been altered to reflect such change as needed.

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A Whumpee who was conditioned to associate safety with restraints. Whenever their arms were aching, hands tied snug behind their back, they knew Whumper wasn’t going to hurt them. They knew the protection that came with a blindfold and a gag, in the simple way a rope could twist around their wrists they knew that for now, just for now, they could relax a little, let down their guard.

Any comforts they were given only came when they were tied up. Food, water, all provided. Sometimes their bonds would be manipulative enough that they could manage to feed themself, others not so much but Whumpee had learned to accept that helplessness—Whumper would help. They only ever got to sleep normal if their wrists were tethered in chains, able to close their eyes under the blindfold and just know that they wouldn’t be hurt. Physical comfort, medical attention, all paired with the familiar pressure around their forearms.

To further affirm this, some nights Whumper would leave them untied. The first time it happened, right at the beginning of Whumpee’s captivity, they had thought it was a slip up, an overlook. They had decided to take that freedom as a little treat, by that point aware enough to know that any attempt at escape would only end horribly for them. So they take the leisure to stretch out their stiff muscles and attempt to make themself a bit more comfortable as they fall asleep. Imagine how awful it felt for them to wake up, not half an hour after they fell asleep, to a fist in their hair, dragging them up to a whole new world of pain, worse than anything they felt to that point.

At some point, they learned. Any food that was given to them in the absence of cuffs was undoubtedly poisoned, tainted with drugs that would induce the worst fever dreams or the most uncomfortable pain, whereas the lasting nausea wouldn’t allow them to so much as sip water for days after. They learned that if they fell asleep without that familiar strain on their shoulders, they would be woken minutes later to the stinging lash of a whip or the burning shock of a stun gun or whatever torture Whumper was in the mood for.

Whenever they’re left unrestrained, the anxiety alone, anticipating what would happen, the pain that would follow, was enough to drive them to tears. Before long, whenever Whumper would leave them free in the room, they would return however long later to Whumpee hunched over on their knees, sobbing with their arms behind their back, nails digging into opposite forearms despite the absence of bonds.

Now imagine that Whumpee post-rescue. In the days, weeks following their (unwilling) liberation, as they sit in Caretaker’s home. The indents around their wrists having yet to fade, the deep bruises by now appearing as if they never will. Imagine the constant anxiety they’re faced with. Imagine the panic that weighs like a stone in their stomach every second of the day, building up and worsening as they wait for the inevitable. They know it’s coming. The waiting is driving them mad. Every day, they fear that the moment they let their guard down, the moment they step a toe too far out of line-

But they don’t know caretaker. They have no clue what they would do. And that scares them. It scares them beyond expression.

It’s inevitable, the day when they finally break. They’re sobbing and can barely speak, but still trying to beg caretaker to just do it, just do it already please just hurt me- I can’t stand it, please just do it-

And caretaker has no clue what to do. Do they give in to Whumpee’s pleads for sanctum, and finally, reluctantly bind their wrists, telling themself they are only doing this for Whumpee’s sake, assuring them that at any time Caretaker will remove the restraints, despite how this will only hinder any progress towards recovery? Or do they stand strong, despite how much it pains them to see Whumpee in such emotional anguish, doing the best they can to help them without feeding the habits they had grown to depend on?

How long can Whumpee last under this inexplicable stress, without food or water or sleep, without a moment allowed to let their guard down because they know exactly what will happen the moment they do.

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Medusa!Reader and Shang Tsung in Mortal Kombat 1 Story Mode Part 10

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Spoilers for MK1 Story Mode ahead: Proceed with caution

You went with Liu Kang, Geras, Sindel and her daughters, Tanya, and the former Lin Kuei brothers who saved you, back to Ying's Fortress in Earthrealm. You made your way to the main courtyard with Sindel along with the two ninja brothers. Occasionally taking out any soldiers posted on guard duty, which included you turning them into stone before they could scream and tipping them over the steep cliff the walls sit on. When you arrived there, you followed Sindel to shut down the soul stealers when splitting up the group on behalf of Lord Liu Kang's suggestion.

There you did what you do best in combat, cutting down enemies with your blades and poisoning the rest, sometimes even using their stone selves as shields. While Sindel knows that even the Healers in her court are taught some combat, it's still a bit surprising to be reminded of your more violent tendencies. Although, you both missed being in one another's company even with kombat involved.

Unfortunately, you could do nothing as some floating hooded figure sent Mileena and Tanya flying into another section of the courtyard, not when you were busy trying not to get your head sliced off. Even worse, some soldiers were quick thinkers and used their shields or swords to spot you when you took off your mask. Fortunately, you were able to rely on the others, including Liu Kang, to occasionally help take out Shao's loyal soldiers in your blindspots. It wasn't too long before every one of the soldiers was disposed of and the soul stealers disposed of. You quickly rush to the women's side when you see them, already conjuring a thousand different scenarios on how they may need healing. However, what you weren't expecting was to find the floating hooded figure wearing the face of Outworld's late Emperor, Jerrod. Jerrod who has always treated everyone in the palace, including you and your fellow trainees, well. The Emperor who saw you, a young woman from nowhere, had great potential. When you saw that it is him, you gave a bow.

"My Emperor, how we have all missed you, dearly."

"You seem to have come far, Y/N. Please, attend to Tanya. I believe she may be suffering from broken bones."

You don’t waste time getting to work and luckily for you and Tanya, her ribs weren’t broken as much as some were cracked and internal bleeding. Both which isn’t hard for you to fix with a little magic. You’re also not surprised to hear from Jerrod that it wasn’t Li Mei’s fault for his death. But one problem at a time, all of you have two Sorcerers to defeat.

Kuai Liang and you lead the others through the maze of tunnels within the mountain until you find the gigantic chamber housing the Dragon Army. You had to swallow back some venom that threatened to spill from your lips, not noticing how a few drops spilled on the stone warrior you hid behind when you found Shang Tsung and Quan-chi smugly watching their animated army train for the upcoming battle. To think, in a past timeline, you would’ve joined them in their heinous crimes!

You glance towards Sindel in concern when Mileena offers to distract the Sorcerers so the rest of you can surround them. Luckily, the heiress’s plan goes off without a hitch thanks to her compelling performance that would’ve had you fooled. You sprang into action at Mileena’s signal, automatically going for Shang Tsung’s neck only to barely avoid a magical blast from Quan-chi, thanks to Mileena’s last-minute interference. Shang Tsung reaches for his neck before letting out a patronizing chuckle. Quan-chi smirks in amusement.

”For someone that appears to hate you so much, she seems incredibly determined to end you herself.”

”A most romantic gesture.”

You give a hiss “Will it still be considered one when I make you watch me tear out your beating heart?”

You and Mileena fight together against the Deadly Alliance, your hydromancy being the perfect counter against Shang Tsung’s fire magic. It felt good seeing the Sorcerer’s smug expression morph into one of fear when they almost repeatedly get bit by your snakes or you. Mileena managed to knock out the crown Shang Tsung used to control the Dragon Army during the fight. When the Sorcerer realizes it’s no longer on his head, you put one scythe to this throat and one to Quan-chi’s to keep either of them from reaching for it. Yet nothing could ever be that easy, could it?

You expected to see the Sorceress Lord Liu Kang warned about earlier, rather than another version of Shang Tsung and… You??? Your counterpart was lovingly holding the other Shang’s arm and wearing a complimenting regal outfit like him. What shocked you the most was that she had your features, but Ashe wasn’t wearing a mask! It also appears the Shang Tsung, you know, seemed just as baffled. Your other self’s gaze landed on you with such contempt that it threatened to make you curl into a ball. You let out an undignified squeak when she grabs your face with her claws, threatening to break the skin.

“I have to agree, darling husband. Even with our interference, she barely proved useful. What more, your poor copy lost this one to a bloody savage.”

She then pushed you away, causing you to stumble in place. You barely heard Liu Kang explaining what’s happening as Your mind reels from the information that another YOU not only caused your accident but is also MARRIED to Shang Tsung?!? And apparently, Lord Liu Kang once turned another version of you into sand at your request?!?

”Of course, I tried to make Shang Tsung in my timeline but it just couldn’t beat the original.”

Your counterpart gives a longing look toward the other Shang Tsung, who takes her hand to kiss it.

”So when he found me again, I was so overjoyed that I didn’t mind exterminating all life in my timeline. Not as long as I can be his side for all times.”

”Always”

You felt like vomiting at the two Titans. Your other self giggled when the Shang Tsung and Quan-chi you knew voiced their outrage at being pawns and left to slaughter. Titan Shang Tsung then holds the crown the other Sorcerers made up to your Titan Counterpart, requesting a kiss for good luck. She obliged, causing a venomous glow to spread throughout the crown from her lips before Titan Shang Tsung crumpled it like paper to control all the souls within it. They both bid all of you goodbye before teleporting away, leaving behind a dark alternate, Sindel and Raiden. You hold up your scythe to Shang Tsung’s throat once more.

”If I sense any treachery from you or Quan-chi, I will finish you both.”

Shang Tsung only gives a chuckle as he agrees that’s fair enough.

It would appear that all of you were facing foes more powerful than initially thought when the other Sindel shrieked to halt you long enough for Raiden to electrocute the ground. This attack causes Mileena’s serum to wear off and her Tarkatan symptoms to become apparent, giving her enough edge to defeat Raiden. But there was still the other Sindel to handle.

You always knew your Empress to be a force of nature, but this new one was entirely new! All of you fought her at once, but she annihilated you like you were nothing but bugs to her. This Sindel knew to use her hair to strike you in the head before your stone gaze could affect her, causing you to fall to the ground and hit your head against the stone beneath with a resounding CRACK.

When you came too, your ears rang, and everything sounded underwater, the world around you shaking. Your head feels fuzzy, and you distantly note that you may have a concussion. However, when the name "Sindel" is heard, your hearing and vision immediately focus again. Kitana was shaking you and telling you Sindel was severely injured. You swiftly get into action as you are led/dragged by Kitana to wear a bleeding Sindel lies.

You feel your face pale behind your mask, and your heart races before you steady yourself and narrow your eyes in determination. You first use water from your flask to wash away the excess blood from Sindel to see where the bleeding is coming from, then you tear open her clothing for better access. You bark for Jerrod to carefully bend Sindel's knees and for him and Kitana to talk gently to her and keep her awake. You then dig into your apothecary bag to pull out some pain-killing seeds for Sindel to chew on before you get to work stuffing gauze in her wound, and then more cause before attempting to patch her up with a slightly wettened bandage. However, soon, more blood leaks through and completely drenches it, and Sindel's skin becomes cold and pasty. It's as you feared; the other Sindel stabbed her in the stomach artery and lost blood too fast.

You've never been the praying type but you fervently pray to Deliah and Argus under your breath to save Sindel.

"I'll do anything asked of me and pay any boon, just please, please, please, save Sindel. Save my dear friend. "

Sindel puts her hand over yours.

"You did your best, Y/N"

Your eyes fill with tears as you are gently pushed to the side by Kitana so She, Mileena, and her father can be around Sindel as she takes her last breath, naming Mileena Empress of Outworld. Your hands are still stained with her blood. Although Jerrod absorbs Sindel's soul into his body, it comforts you little, knowing you failed. You reluctantly follow Lord Lui Kang out of the fortress, leaving behind Sindel's body.

A/N: I make no apologies. 😈😈😈

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Dravena bumped her way down the long, stone-lined corridors. It certainly didn’t feel like any cave she had encountered. Yet it didn’t quite feel like any ‘mon-made structure that she ever visited either. It was far too foreboding for that.

Dravena jerked at the sharp thud of stones and a body hitting a wall up ahead. She raced towards the sound to see what was wrong. When she got there, she was horrified by what she heard. She felt the tell-tale sign of a fairy type’s aura twisting her stomach. But that wasn’t what alarmed her. Someone was terrorizing another ‘mon, threatening to rip the “fairy scum” apart!

Dravena pounced into the room. “Why’re you treating the fairy like that? Hurtin’ them when they didn’t do anything to ya?” The teen pulled her teeth back in a snarl. “Hell, I can’t even go within a few feet of any of them without their aura tearing mine to shreds. But that doesn’t mean ya can just slam around ‘mons that didn’t do anything wrong other than existin’!”

*It appears whatever force is holding the others doesn’t seem to affect you. However, you feel something or someone lift you from behind, bringing you closer to the Monarch. You can’t tell what it is. As much as you try to squirm and struggle, seems the other is far stronger than you. You feel someone forcefully grab the fluff on your chest and bring you forward.*

Monarch Destino: They are the reason everyone down here is starving! It is our history! Do they not educate children like yourself on how we ended up stuck in this hellhole?! It was the fairies! I say every single one of them should be made to suffer like we have. That's what I plan to do to them. You should be thankful I'm the monarch who is finally going to do something about them.

*Taking a small breath, Destino calms their temper. They sometimes had outbursts like this, especially towards the history of how their type ended up down here, along with the poison and ghost types.*

Monarch Destino: Interesting how you feel you can speak to your monarch in such a manner. I should end you right here and now for even thinking about questioning my actions. I’ve been the ruler of this kingdom for a year now. Surely my reputation should be known by someone as young as you. I don’t take kindly to those who wish to go against my authority.

*You feel the breath of someone on the back of your neck. You can assume it’s whoever is holding you from behind.*

Destino: I shall give you time to justify yourself, as you are one of my subjects. Failure to provide a reasonable explanation will end with you joining the rest of the corpses.

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*@ask-team-misfit - Leif, you notice, even with the excruciating pain you’re experiencing, the shape of a Pokémon behind the deino. The air shimmers and warps in that spot but you can make out that it’s a Zoroark. There appears to be a crown on their head. You can’t make out all of the details of this zoroark as their form is obscured by the warping air.*

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Goretober III: Hematemesis (Written By Nemesis)

This one funny to me haha Castys so miserable he super loves the @coyotehusk goretober

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Ingredients: chocolate, emeto (blood!), poison, gore, noncon touching that is a little bit more intimate than normal but still unsexy

Today’s restraint of choice was a metal collar around his neck that was chained to the floor, and Castys wasn’t really a fan. Sure, it gave him more freedom of movement than the table or dangling on a hook, but it didn’t really matter when Kuro could pin all of his limbs down and still have her hands free, which was super unfair. And the chain attached to his collar was long enough to allow him to sit up, but he couldn’t stand at all, which he supposed was better than being forced to stand and not able to sit, but still. 

Right now, though, Kuro was sitting across from him, holding out what appeared to be a piece of chocolate. “Here, Castys. You deserve a little treat for being a good boy so far.”

“You know I’m, like, way older than you, right?”

“You’d be surprised,” she laughed. And hey, maybe she was pretty old, too, considering that he didn’t even know what exactly she even was.

He kind of wanted to refuse the chocolate on principle, but he was also not one to turn down a little treat, especially if it was candy. Warily, he took it, watching Kuro as he put it in his mouth, but she just watched him right back, unreadable as ever. The chocolate was good, and it’d been a long time since he’d had something sweet, or any food at all, really, so he tried to savor it, but the longer he kept it in his mouth, the more he started to taste something…odd.

He was a fucking idiot this wasn’t just chocolate of course it was laced with something-But as soon as he tried to spit it out, Kuro pounced on him, pinning his wrists next to his head, her hand covering his mouth. “Swallow, Castys. You deserve it, remember?” Castys tried to squirm free and spit what was left of the chocolate in her face, but Kuro didn’t budge, so he was forced to chew the rest of the chocolate and swallow, since it would just melt in his mouth if he kept it there. “There you go,” Kuro said, stroking his face and causing him to flinch, which of course just made her laugh. It was always so funny to everyone how much Castys hated being touched!

Finally, she got off of him, allowing Castys to sit up and scoot as far away from her as his short chain would allow. “What the fuck was in that?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Castys sighed in annoyance and crossed his arms, waiting for whatever stupid drug or poison she’d fed him to take effect. He felt fine at the moment, maybe a little chest pain, but…okay, it was starting to get worse. As time went on, the pain only got sharper, and he started to get nauseous, which wasn’t really unexpected but still not fun. 

Soon enough he really, really had to puke, but Kuro was still sitting there, just staring at him, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. However, his stomach didn’t give a shit about Kuro, forcing him to lurch forward on his hands and knees and vomit. It sounded more…solid than he was expecting, like there were little bits of something in it, but it was hard to tell by looking at the dark puddle between his hands.

Having a Suspicion, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and…yep, that was blood. “What’d you do to me?” he groaned, feeling even worse now that he’d thrown up, like the worst heartburn ever combined with an awful stomachache.

“It’s a special poison that sort of…destroys your stomach lining,” Kuro said lightly. “So your stomach acid is digesting you from the inside right now. I want to see if it’ll get fixed when you die.”

“It won’t.” Castys gave up and laid down on the cold stone floor, already feeling nauseous again. Well, this sucked ass. The acid was gonna eat through him no matter how many times he died until it…ran out? Did acid run out? Probably. Didn’t matter right now, he was gonna puke again, and he was barely able to get upright before even more blood spewed out of his mouth, splattering all over his arms and hands. 

Kuro laughed and picked up a little red chunk of something. “Ooh, I think this is part of your stomach. Looks like little pieces of you are coming up now instead of just blood clots.” Castys didn’t have the energy to reply, just lying curled up on his side as he coughed blood out of his nose and mouth, waiting for the next delivery of corroded bits from inside himself as the world spun out of focus.

He could hardly tell when he’d died or come back to life, the pain never really went away despite him having a stomach lining again since the rogue acid was no longer in his stomach. At some point Kuro tackled him so she could wrench his shirt up and look at the fun shade of purple his stomach area had turned, poking at it with interest. He’d stopped puking now and was just stuck lying there and groaning as his insides turned into soup.

It would stop eventually.

Right?

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Day 14: Possession | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

((This is the second part of a four part mini series. Links below.))

Part 1: Poison, Part 2: Possession, Part 3: Corpse, Part 4: Insanity

Sayo shot up from her bed. The taste and smell of whatever the hell that apple had become was still there. She immediately doubled over the side of the bed, throwing up blood mixed with black sludge. 

After a few minutes of violent retching, Sayo suddenly sat up straight. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind hazy for a moment….until she was no longer in control of what she was doing. Her hand reached into the pocket of her shorts before pulling out the knife that was always concealed there. She flipped it open with ease as she got out of bed. Her blank eyes stared at the blade for a moment before putting it back in her pocket. 

There was no way she could stay in the most obvious place the girl would be found. She left the room, slowly making her way down the hall. She needed to find the least likely place those boys would find her. 

Laito stared into the water from the fountain. It was a rather cold night, but he couldn’t bring himself to go inside. He had a gut feeling something important was waiting for him out here. Something was off….he just couldn’t tell what. And so, he continued to watch the water, as if that would give him some answers. Maybe it did, in a way. After a while, he spotted a figure in the distance through the falling stream. 

Sayo was staring at him from the entrance of the nearby path that went deeper into the rose garden. Her expression was completely blank….and blood was dripping from the sides of her mouth. He was too far to see that it was mostly black. He had no idea how he hadn’t picked up the scent before, but now he was overwhelmed by the smell of her blood. He was frozen for a moment as a smirk lifted her lips, breaking that dead expression from a moment ago….but as she stared at him, her eyes were stone cold. 

“Laito~” she called. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

That snapped him out of it. He dashed around the fountain towards her, but she continued to step further back away from him. 

“What’s wrong? You look worried over something. It couldn’t be me, could it? Why do you care if I die? It makes no difference to you, does it? I’m just a random human girl. It’s not like we are particularly close. I mean, we argue most of the time we see each other, right?”

“How could you say that?!” he exclaimed. “Stop this! There’s something wrong with you. We have to get you treated!”

She suddenly laughed. “Why? What reason do you have to help me? Just let me die.”

“Why are you always so stubborn?! Just shut up and let me help you!”

“Oh?” she was suddenly directly in front of him.

A twisted grin warped her expression as she grabbed his face with bloody fingers. “I didn’t realize you actually cared! You don’t want to lose me, riiiiight?!”

With that, she collapsed in his arms. Her maniac laughter only added to his distress.

“I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I’m taking you inside,” he picked her up, rushing inside. 

He thought about immediately taking her to Reiji but decided to take her to his room and get Reiji once she woke up instead. He had no idea what had happened, after all. She would need to tell him. 

He pulled up a chair beside his bed, anxiously waiting for her to wake up. It seemed like her sleep was restless, like she was having nightmares. He wanted to wake her up to spare her, but figured it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

After a good thirty minutes, Sayo began to stir. 

“Laito…?” She muttered when her eyes met his. 

“Sayo…!”

“What the hell am I doing here? Why am I in your room?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I went to bed in my own room. Did you bring me here?” She glared.

“I did, after you passed out in the garden.”

Now she was even more confused. “Wait, what? I was in the garden? I don’t remember any of this. Please explain everything you know.”

“I saw you in the garden a little earlier. There was blood coming from your mouth. You were acting strange and then suddenly passed out. That’s when I brought you here.”

“I was bleeding?”

She stood up, examining herself for any injuries. But there were none. 

“This is so strange…” she muttered. “I’m going to my room. If there was blood, maybe there’s some clue there.”

“I’m coming with you,” Laito followed her out of his room. “You really don’t have to.”

“You passed out and were bleeding for an unknown reason earlier,” he gave her a hard look. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Fine,” she sighed. 

When they got to her room, they were faced with quite the sight. There was a large puddle of blood with black sludge in it beside her bed from earlier. 

“W-What the hell…?” She muttered.

“You don’t remember this?” Laito asked.

“Not at all…”

She walked over to the puddle, studying it more closely. 

“What is this stuff…?” 

She dipped her hand in, trying to grab some of the black sludge with her fingers. The second she made contact with it, her heart skipped a beat. Her mind went hazy. She began to remember her dreams…and what she was desperately trying to fight inside her head as she was wandering around after waking up. 

“Just give in. You don’t need this body. You don’t even want to be here. Shouldn’t you be with your brother? Isn’t he lonely without you? You’re the reason he’s dead. If it weren’t for you, he would still be alive. So be a good little sister and join him already. Give this body to me and be with Shiro, Sayori. Don’t you feel bad for me? I just want to see my sons again.”

“Just give in.”

“Give in, Sayori.”

“Give in.”

“Sayo?!” Laito exclaimed as Sayo fell backwards, passing out on the floor.

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#diatober #diatober 2023 #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #sayori makina #laito sakamaki

[ask-dancing-fox]

"What makes you think life will be wo kind to you Sabito? Muchiro fell so easily..water..you were lucky. But I refuse to let such a thing throw me down.."

When?

When the hell did he ever give that impression- that he believed life to be fair and kind and everything it wasn't? Sabito knew this demon to be one who made little sense but that statement was absurd, contradicting itself in a single breath.

Muichiro, had been defeated, turned into a monster, a blood thirsty mockery of his former self...The fact twisted Sabito's stomach everytime he was reminded of it but he beared his teeth and tensed against the relentless, poisoned knife that was reality, forever cutting, impaling, wrenching itself around in one's guts and brain.

There was nothing, that could treat such wounds. The truth disembowled and dismembered, infected and killed. optimistic denial didn't stop the bleeding and nothing would.

They were all dead already. All you could do, was accept it, suffer in silence, hold your head high and die like a man.

Life wasn't kind in the least and the proof was carved across Sabito's face. He embraced reality and all the misfortune it brought, his mind often teetering on grim pessimism but it was better to have that than hope.

Hope was a lie. Happiness existed only to inflict greater pain when taken away. In the grand scheme of things what was one more loss? As great as Muichiro was he was a child and fate loved to devour them than any other.

It didn't matter. Nothing did, No one did.

None of them stood a chance...They couldn't end this....Each night was stained by another failure.

All that talent and potential gone to waste, a flower killed before it's bloom.

As pointless as it all was Sabito refused to stop fighting. He wouldn't die scared and weak, he could be sent to hell and he'd still tear through demons with everything he had for the rest of eternity. He would never stop.

He'd drag as many demons down with him as he possibly could.

And this one was at the top of his list.

A sound like a short laugh shot from Sabito's lips.

It really was funny...

"Oh? Well good for you. I guess you won't be bothered by the rain that's coming. I can smell it."

That, and fear.

"You're bluffing." Sabito faced Adrian fully, too calm and too bold. "I'd believe you overcame your fear sooner than I'd believe Muichiro fell to the likes of such a pathetic and weak demon..."

Those black voids of the mask were terrifying and bleak, but Adrian's fate was far more nightmarish.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"I'm going to tie you to a stone and throw you into the ocean...."

It was a harrowing declaration. It was Adrian's sentence.

"You'll sink into bottomless, cold darkness...You won't be able to scream....There will be gigantic things you can't fathom or see....Watching you the whole time......"

The fox stood there, unphased and stolid as he made that promise, staring right through the reaper without a shread of fear.

"Oh...But you're not afraid of water anymore... Right...?"

His words sunk...Like a stone into the suffocating, unknown abyss of the ocean.

#kny rp #sabito #demon slayer rp #sabito rp #((Finally REPLYING EEEE YESSS

[sensacetionalshady]

So! I've been reading about estonian mythological beings and with Death from Puss in Boots being turned into rotisserie chicken in the microwave that is my mind, I coughed up this muinasjutt (based on what little I remember from literature class about the traits and aspects of muinasjutud).

The story below is gonna be treated as the origin story of Islwyn (Juhan/Juss) in what I'm gonna call the Eesti AU from now on. Others are maybe gonna join, but mostly I connect Islwyn to Estonia so far, so... we'll see. I have art of his design too. And other aus. I have lots of trad art that's gonna be uploaded gradually.

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Once upon a time, Death fell in love with the executioner of an small city. She courted him with dreamless sleep and a comforting ear for the guilt-wracked man, and he courted her with clean deaths and hanged men. A year went by and she came to visit with a babe abreast, for the executioner to raise and love and cherish and be proud of. The boy grew up taught the fine arts of torture and respectful deaths, listening to the ramblings of the guilty, the mad and the damned. At the age of 16, the child now a man, he came home to his mother visiting. "There is a plague coming, my son. It will be a plague unlike any other, deadlier than poison and quicker than a rabbit. I am already being near overwhelmed with work. It is time for me to retire as the harvester of souls and let you lead people from the light to the dark." She handed him her sickle and told him to thrice circle a bewitched stone. "It will bless you with wolf skin, it may just save you from the plague when my blood cannot." And so he donned his fathers cloak and his mothers sickle. He clasped the cloak shut with a double sickled pross, to declare himself the son of Death and harbringer of eternal peace, and took a chain from the dungeons where his father worked to attach to the handle of the sickle, to forever promise to fulfill his duty as the other end of the chain was tied to his waist with the clasp shut around his wrist. Years went on with the executioner's child severing souls from bodies, Vikatimees accompanying souls to Maanala and Death being an eternal companion to the dead and the ruler of Maanala.

Eventually, the population grew until the death toll each day was too much for Timukalaps to handle, though he grinned and bore it to spare his younger siblings from work as all eldest children are wont to do. However, they were still assigned the same work, some given scissors and some given knives in place of their mothers sickle. The eldest was still in possession of it and would forever be as he was assigned to harvest those who go down fighting, those who need to be defeated in a brawl before accepting their inevitable end, those who are relentless and gruesome and violent and only fit for the timukalaps as tough as old leather and as worn and experienced as him. And although he was only allowed to harvest the vicious, he was granted the honor of taking their father's life, accompanying him on the journey to Maanala by himself and his mother and all his siblings waiting to have a big family evening together before all but one had to return to their eternal work.

#long post #shady writing #islwyn #eesti au #eestiblr #my writing

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Six: In Old Yellowcake Pt. 6

 “What do you normally do for your mercury flare ups?” Dolly asked to break the silence. “.......” Envy hummed in an angry manner as their bitter reptile eyes narrowed. “Envy, don’t be like Freddy when it comes to this sort of deal.” Dolly said, not thrilled with the possibility of dealing with a second forced doctor’s visit.

 “Don’t you EVER compare me to Freddy! I have to eat red stones to get it under control! Happy!?” Envy snapped, insulted that someone would dare compare him to Freddy the walking disaster. 

 “Okay, I’ll have to teleport you back to your apartment then and..”  Dolly calmly said before she got cut off. “No you will not, I need to get Freddy and rip out Greed’s spine!” Envy retorted loudly at the idea. “Envy, please don’t do that. You can barely walk and you have no feeling in your hands.” Dolly attempted to reason all to no avail. 

“I have my ways, I can get pretty creative.” Envy snidely said as the metallic taste arrived in their mouth. 

 It became a silent walk for about a few more minutes, Dolly focused on getting Envy back to base and hoping Dorian didn’t rocket launch out of the backpack. Soft trembles came from Envy as the mercury poisoning got worse. Whether it was the mercury poisoning getting to Envy’s brain or if they had enough time to calm down, Envy finally said something that wasn’t verbally hostile for a change, kind’ve. “Even though this is the most insulting way I have ever been treated by anyone, thanks for carrying me.” Envy said in a snobbish fashion as they got carried along.

 “You’re welcome? The offer still stands about getting you back to the apartment.” Dolly gently said as she hoped Envy would go for the offer.

 “I can’t, if I fail this, there is no going back with that ugly old hag.” Envy finally admitted. “She sounds like a rather wretched creature.” Dolly commented from the gathered limited knowledge she had on Dante so far. “You have no idea how accurate that statement is.” Envy confirmed as they slumped a bit.

 There was a pause in the conversation as Dolly had something brewing in her mind. After some internal debating, Dolly finally said something now that she had some proper time to compose. “I’m sorry Envy, I may have been a bit too much what I said there earlier and maybe I was being too harsh with you in previous interactions. I’ll make the effort to be nicer towards you if you promise you make that same effort for me in return. Do we have a contract?” Dolly said as her tone warmed a bit, something Envy had wanted to hear in person since the memories started.

 “Fine, just don’t get an inflated ego from me agreeing to this and it doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from your impending punishment.” Envy said as their eyes averted away from Dolly.

 There was a bit of a chuckle at Envy’s response as Dolly drew near to the clearing where the rest were at. Lust was the first to notice that Dolly was carrying Envy like a bag of potatoes, Greed’s eyes lighting up a bit as a bit of hope on obtaining Freddy. Carefully, Dolly lowered Envy to the ground, Envy giving a murderous glare at Greed upon seeing his face light up. Moment that Lust and Gluttony were checking over Envy, Greed attempted to dash right out of the clearing to meet up with his band of chimeras. Greed didn’t get too far as something sped quickly though the grass and wrapped around Greed’s ankle. A broadening smirk was on Envy’s face as they had shapeshifted their right arm into this fleshy tendril-like appendage that had itself wrapped around Greed’s leg. “Told you that I could get creative.” Envy said offhandedly to Dolly as they lifted Greed up and started bashing him around like a cloth doll.  

  The bludgeoning of the earth with the projectile named Greed continued on for a good five minutes until Greed was not moving or making sounds. Envy rested after that they got to wreak havoc on Greed for the Freddy abduction earlier. Lust, Gluttony, and Dolly were silent for a moment as an oddly peaceful smile was on Envy’s face. The grip around Greed’s leg, however, didn’t loosen or relax. Greed was going to stay put as an exchangement fee for the return of Freddy as the sound of a car coming up to the location with the ever loud, familiar complaining could be heard.

 “MY TRUCK! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO IT!?” Freddy wailed from inside the car, the chimeras looking like they’ve aged a decade since having Freddy in their grasps.

 “See? We came all this way to rescue him and this is the thanks we get? Such an ungrateful brat he is!” Envy remarked from the ground, still dealing with the mercury poisoning. The Chimeras shoved Freddy out of the car as they headed out themselves. Dolcetto, looked right at Envy with the most exhausted look on his face as he gripped Freddy by the shoulder and basically shoved him to the homunculi. “As much as we want to obey our boss there, my dog-like sense of loyalty is telling me that he’d be better off without this burden.” Dolcetto started as he forced Freddy to go back with Envy, Lust, and Gluttony. “What made you change your mind?” Dolly asked, concerned with what Freddy had done. “Lady, that menace complained the entire time and made us drive around town to get him curry! CURRY! Then once he got the damn curry, the asshole complained about stomach pains and then..oh god I do not even want to relive that ordeal! HE EVEN MADE BIDO CRY!” Martel explained as Roa comforted a traumatized Bido.

 “He was the worst abductee that we’ve had the displeasure of kidnapping.” Roa said simply, looking relieved that he can now get rid of Freddy.

 Taking the opportunity before Envy could say anything, Gluttony started to drag Greed over to the Chimeras, Envy relenting as they let go of Greed’s leg. Roa carried the unconscious Greed into the car as the others followed suit in boarding the vehicle. Without needing any prompting, Greed’s chimeras had enough of Freddy, sped off before that horribly spoiled rotten brat of an adult climbed back in. Dolly just looked in shock at Freddy as he kicked up a crying session over the roofless horror truck.

#Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA 03 #Fan Fiction #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #The Wayfarer #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #Greed the Avaricious #Greed #Chimeras #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi

[eeveethedragon]

Pick-A-Card: The Next 7 Days

Disclaimer: Tarot is meant to be fun, so if you don’t believe in it, please scroll away. This is a safe space for those who seek a little extra guidance, and anyone who wants to intrude on that will be reported and blocked!! Furthermore, if you are going to click on this reading, please keep in mind that this is simply guidance and a possible outsider’s perspective on a small piece of your life. Our lives are not set in stone and they ARE what we make them. Whether or not something comes true after reading is up to YOU. You are only “doomed” if you want to be. Take it all as it resonates, and let go of what doesn’t!

Description: For my first pick-a-card, I wanted to do a “weekly” reading or a reading for the next seven days. So, you can find this at literally any time no matter the timestamp of this post. This is just what you need to focus on or what you should be aware of for the coming week! There are pictures but I also describe what is in them to make it more accessible!

Pick a shell!! From left to right they go from 1, 2, and 3! Then scroll down to find your reading including a picture of your spread, a detailed description, and some channeled songs!!

Pile 1:

In your spread, you have the king of swords in reverse with the oracle of the rat in reverse. There is the queen of cups in reverse paired with the oracle of the hyena. And lastly, there is the emperor upright with the oracle of the datura. In the end, I pulled an advice card, which is the hermit upright.

There’s something about your family life that might be affecting you this week, or even recently, Pile 1. Each of these tarot cards represents different people, or at the very least, more than one person. I sense that the king of swords in reverse is you which might mean that you may be being a little too over-analytical and cold. Maybe it’s with yourself, your life, or maybe friends or a potential partner. Although the rat is often seen as something dirty and bad, it actually symbolizes cleverness and the ability to survive in the worst conditions. In reverse, I see that maybe your overanalytical and cold side may have been a product of your upbringing and has helped you survive your life thus far, but it’s coming to a point where it’s impacting you negatively. this is confirmed by the queen of cups in reverse, as you are not as attuned to your emotions as you should be. the hyena actually symbolizes family whether that’s biological or chosen, and can even indicate a female figure as they have the highest status in the pack. Lastly. So, the queen of cups could also symbolize a maternal figure in your life who may have been emotionally manipulative. The emperor symbolizes masculinity and leadership and despite being the “king of kings” he can also be very controlling and overbearing and considering it came out with the datura, I have a feeling it’s the latter as datura is a poisonous hallucinogenic plant! So, he either symbolizes a father figure in your life or it could be all about the same person. Whatever it may be, the cards are urging you to not let them make you colder. Do not allow how these people treated you to change your heart. With the hermit as your advice card, I really think that spirit wants you to focus on yourself this week (and the coming weeks) and keep a distance from negative toxic people!! Establish boundaries! Do some self-reflection and practice self-care! it’s okay to feel your emotions!! And it’s okay to find newer, healthier connections! Don’t let the overanalytical part of you keep you from love, whether that’s platonic, romantic, or chosen family.

I put my music on shuffle and got some songs for you! focus on the lyrics and take them as they resonate!

“halloween” by phoebe bridgers 

“misery business” by paramore

Pile 2:

In your spread, you have the six of swords in reverse paired with the oracle of the chambered nautilus. There is the seven of cups upright paired with the oracle of the grasshopper in reverse. Lastly, there is the ten of wands upright with the oracle of the pitcher plant. For your advice card, the two of pentacles came out upright.

With these cards, it’s pretty clear that a lot of you have been feeling stuck or unfulfilled with your situation or your journey thus far. With the ten of wands, I can see that a lot of you carry heavy burdens and have been carrying them for a long time. Tens in tarot symbolize endings, but your suffering can only end if you let certain things go. Some of the stresses, anxieties, and weights, that you carry are not yours to carry and are unnecessary. I think some of you are convinced that if you go just a little further, it’ll be worth it, but continuing down this path does not benefit you. Maybe you think that the path you are on is the one you should take out of obligation or maybe feel like it’s your only option, but spirit is urging you to reevaluate and look within. With the six of swords and the grasshopper both in reverse there is a sense of stagnancy and inability to move forward and with the seven of swords present, it’s apparent that it’s due to illusions that you need to break and let go. The pitcher plant is much like a venus fly trap, which tricks insects into falling into it before it eats them. Although some things may seem tempting, they might lead you astray or to something worse. The chambered nautilus is a mollusk that has lived for millions of years and as it grows, its shell creates a new chamber for it to fit in. So, I advise you to look within yourself and see where your heart truly lies outside of what has been put on your shoulders. Maybe you’ve had to make yourself smaller to bear some unknown weight, but now is the time to begin to make room for your true self in your mind, in your heart, and in the physical world. If you make space for your true self, only then will you be able to move forward from this place of stagnancy. Your advice card is the two of pentacles, so maybe you’ve been juggling too much and perhaps to the point of isolation or not asking for help! When you look within I also urge you to reevaluate the things you were “juggling” and much like Marie Kondo says, throw out anything that doesn’t spark joy. And if that’s not possible, try to make as much time for yourself and for healthy connections with others. 

songs:

“they don’t care about us” by Michael Jackson 

“motive” by Ariana Grande (what’s YOUR motive, pile 2???)

Pile 3:

In your spread, you have the king of swords paired with the mountain lion upright and the blue morpho in reverse. You have the ten of cups with the oracle of the fireflies in reverse as well as the slug upright. You then have the knight of pentacles upright and the oracle of the weeping willow upright. For your advice car, the empress came out upright. 

A lot more cards came out for you pile 3, so I guess there’s a lot of energy around you!! I feel like spirit is telling you to be more patient and to go with the flow. I have a feeling that a lot of you are the creative types and maybe you’ve been working very hard on a project or multiple projects and I just want to say that you’re doing amazing! You’ve been embodying a king of swords energy and that paired with the mountain lion means that you’re very smart, talented, and have a good set of boundaries!! You might be more introverted or reserved but you have a lot to say and know to “strike” when the time is right. And maybe it might seem scary to speak your mind, I urge you to not be afraid!!! What you have to say is valuable and has the ability to move people. The blue morpho is about being special and unique as the blue color is rarely found in nature and being in the reversed position makes me think that you often doubt yourself and your uniqueness a lot. But don’t!! Don’t afraid to be you, because I’m seeing that if you keep going at the pace you already are, then you’ll definitely achieve your goals. Things might seem slow, but like the banana slug, you WILL get to your destination! Slow and steady wins the race! The fireflies have a short life span and speak of inspiration, but it’s in reverse so I want to urge you not to doubt your inspiration and to take advantage when it strikes, but also don’t beat yourself up if you get any creative blocks. The fireflies and ten of cups also speak of friends and family, so don’t hesitate to let loose and have fun with the people you hold dear! The knight of cups, like the slug, is calling for you to be more flexible and patient, just like the flexibility of the weeping willow! Go with the flow, you’re on the right path! You’re doing amazing and I can see as much with the empress as your final card. You probably already embody her and you don’t even know it (regardless of gender) but whatever the case may be, lean into your femininity, your creativity, and/or your emotions more and you WILL be in this “queen of queens” energy eventually!

“Right There” by Tatiana Hazel

“Can’t Behave” by Courtney Jaye

Decks used: 

The Linestrider Tarot and Nocturna Oracle

Tips/Donations welcome to my Cashapp - $evmondragon

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #tarot reading #weekly pick a card #psychic #oracle cards #spiritual advice #linestrider tarot #nocturna oracle #eeveethedragon

[dndfanficstorywarforge]

The wishstone chapter 2

Rose stared between the food in front of her and then posing till figure of the war forged in front of her. She was not expecting him to be polite.

Shortly after introducing himself he invited her inside to enjoy a plate of food. The food mostly consisted of boiled potatoes and some ham but it was far more than what she has eaten in the last few days.

Blastbeard also had a plate with food on it but it remained untouched. Her own plate however was practically emptied within minutes. Even with the worry that it might have been poisoned or tampered with her stomach was growing too hard to have resisted.

"lass... mind explaining why I just had to fake your death. Not that it wasn't fun to fool the guards but my curiosity is intrigued."

Blastbeard speaking up broke the silence like fire in an empty field. Rose then gulped down the last of her ham in a panic.

"well uh you see sir I uh.... Threw shit at the kings windows." After uttering this sentence the two of them stared at each other in a long silence.

A silence broken by the war forges loud laughter that thundered across the room. He seemingly grabbed his chest as if trying to catch a breath of air despite having no lungs to breathe.

Blastbeard than settled wiping a imaginary tear from his face."lass that was the worst lie I have ever heard. And also the funniest honestly I almost want to dare one of my men to try that."

Awkwardly she gave out a chuckle while also scanning the room for a possible exit. However the particular room they were in had no windows and the only door was behind the pirate.

She griped her small bag lightly knowing a pirate was never going to let a treasure like this out of reach.

More silence pasted every second feeling more an more unbearable. Blastbeard himself was feeling quite annoyed as well.

For him the last few months had been filled with subtle annoyances. First a job went bad in the south seas,then an ambush by some rather nasty Goliaths not to mention all the arguing between crew members.

That wasn't even to mention the fact that he had no money to repair his ship. At this point he was done with games."lass I'm going to be straightforward if I wanted you dead well...."reaching a gun from his jacket he pointed it right at rose.

She stared at his pistol. It was a simple flintlock design yet someone had modified it with three extra barrels. This unique weapon was pointed right at her head.

She took a deep sigh and reached for her bag tossing it over to the pirate. In a single hand he caught it and opened it to see the scroll.

Upon opening it he nearly dropped the gun." Lass...... Do you have some sort of death wish you realize what this is right..... This is the map to the wishstone."

Silently she nodded her head trying her best to remain calm. She was certain that this was the end he would kick her off the ship and sail off with her map.

"a stone of a incorruptible wish. A wish that could get you anything without exacting a deep price. And you managed to steal the map...."

The room went silent once more before blast beard asked her a question."why?" She looked at him like a dear in headlights. Because why in the world would a pirate ask why.

"you want to know why?" It was all she found herself saying as she stared."I want to know what drives a woman like you to risk life and death for a wish. Between you and me I'm not sure if I believe that the wishstone wish is truly without strings. But I want to know what makes you take the risk."

She took a calming breath before answering."sir as you can see I am a trifling. Somewhere in my history one of my ancestors was either possessed or married a demon."

She was unsure of why she was answering right now. It was as if a spell was forcing her to speak an yet the once intimidating warforge now seems like a calming presence.

"because of this I am treated like a monster. Just like with the rest of my kind we are thrown to the streets and looked at with suspicion. After the death of my father.... Things got worse I couldn't find a job or home no one would take in a young half demon."

The Pirate slowly nodded his head as the gears in his mind turned." Ah so ye wanted to wish yourself human didn't you. To live a normal life."

She nodded."I....I understand lass. hmm how about we make a deal."suddenly the feeling of calmness from a him was gone as she realized what happened.

"Did you just use the freind cantrip on me!"her blood boiled for a second as she stood up."yeah I did but I needed an honest answer and you had already lied to me at least once."

Despite her anger she knew he was right and she would have done the exact same thing."so what kind of deal are you talking about."upon asking her question the war Forge gave her another one of his smiles.

"well last I propose a collaboration of sorts. You see according to legend the wishstone is also surrounded by mountains of gold in the ancient layer of an unknown dragon. An you lass have neither a ship or friends to get you there."

Her face then flashed a bright red to which blastbeard strangely enjoyed."I only want the gold like I said I don't trust this wish and I have nothing that I want I can't steal. Join me crew at least for now and I'll get you to your stone."

She eyed him carefully. And and a very sudtly casted her own spell. She detected his surface thoughts to try and find if he was lying. Yet all she found was truth.

"How can I know you won't betray or kill me." The pirate then smiled again. "Simple if was gonna betray you I would have loaded the gun."

Admittedly she cant help it and smiled."fair enough I'm in captain keep your word an I'll join you."

He stood up the two shaking each other's hands."I'm a warforge of my word lass now let's get this fuze lit."

#fanfic #dnd story

[worstloki]

If the mind stone really did have some partial control or influence over Loki's actions in the first Avengers movie, it's because the mind stone was trying to get close to Loki, that's all :/

mind stone's love language is getting in your head

and if it had more than partial malicious control then i'm accusing the chitauri sceptre for trapping and twisting it to the whims of its users

#mind stone is a telepath with no sense of privacy #space stone has no sense of personal space and will get touchy #soul stone can read your desires/love and sees nothing wrong about sharing that info #time has seen you die over and over in possible scenarios that did not and will not occur (and sometimes forgets that part) #power uncannily knows potential strength you're capable of at any moment and has no regard for consequences associated with #reality knows small details which isn't too odd until you're left wondering if they're like that because they felt inclined #spending too much time with any one of them takes something from everyone #im just saying if i didn't consider loki an exception and prefer him being safe from this bc they care for him................yeah #i can see them turning their abilities on him on purpose if it's for his own wellbeing #which would of course be a betrayal #and if that's with loki why not go the entire way #treat the stones as a poison that go too far in what they see as protection and love and care #consent doesn't mean much if you're transparent #quite literally so #what starts off as a sweet relationship can always get worse #there's no out when a power imbalance that hard goes sideways #who would trust loki's word over... anyone? let alone the kind entities that are large fundamental parts of the universe #if they say he's fine he's fine #assuming he's a chaos entity and as strong as one or even two of them... that's six against one #even if he can shield himself from the ambient abilities of half of them what happens when they put effort into it #:) #infinoki #i've been thinking about dark!infinitystones recently and there is a LOT of potential okay especially with loki #whether they're fueled by selfish wants or out of care i just. really like the idea of the stones at the end of the day being dangerous #whether it's in an addictive way or based entirely off loki's own damaged state bc you really can read Ragnarok loki as SO messed up #he's really just thrown from one abusive dynamic to another and then at the end of the day he's back even after trying to break away #it's good he tries though that's the important part #still leaves room for inevitable failure of course but what's paprikash without a pinch of paprika #right? #y'all need to be more grateful i am benevolent and lean into light hearted crack because my humour really does border on dark ya know :/

[crowborn666]

Volo Drabble

(Kinda did a self insert here lol, basically had the reader/player have the starter I used when I first played through Legends!)

Volo would admit he was surprised to hear someone had fallen through the rift, the ragged man that spoke in such odd terminology peaking his interest. But alas, the man known as Ingo had no memories, or anything worthwhile of Volo’s interest.

Volo’s interest had moved on from him, seeing as he held no knowledge of beyond the rift, and left Ingo in the Pearl Clan’s hands.

But it wasn’t long until news of a second person to fall, this time with a fancy looking device that simmered inside Volo’s mind with the thoughts of the true creator.

He’d met you in Jubilife Village, accompanied with a Cyndaquil at your ankles. At first, he’d expect you to be brave, like everyone was saying. After all, it isn’t everyone that can run up to a Pok��mon without fear in Hisui.

But when he saw your face, you looked almost timid. Afraid.

Lost.

At the time, he figured it was natural to be afraid, being thrust into a world so different than your own. But as he began following you in your journey, checking in every now and then, he noticed you would light up at the sight of him.

Your eyes, which were usually a bit dull and distant with your thoughts, always lit up when you spotted him, giving him your full focus. And yet you were oblivious to your affects on him.

While you sat and rambled on about the plates you were being given, or about the insane size difference between normal Pokémon and their alphas, or even legends you’d come across, he couldn’t help but listen to every word, even if it wasn’t useful to him or something he’d already known about.

He found his heart warming at the sight of you interacting with Pokémon. In this time and world, it was so rare to see someone care for and adore Pokémon in the way you did.

Even his own.

He’d watch as you took time out of your days to tend to any hurt Pokémon you’d come across, even if it meant getting hurt as you did so. Most people would shy away from a hurt Garchomp, too afraid of its temperament and its rough skin. But unlike them, he found himself fascinated as you ignored all that, murmuring softly to his Garchomp whom had gotten hurt while traveling through the Icelands with him. You ease the aches of its bumps and bruises, not caring one bit how its skin would scrape and nick your own.

You had both been camping in the Highlands when he knew.

A storm had rolled in, forcing you both to take shelter in a grotto.

“Is something wrong?”

He had asked you those three words, noticing your far off look as you stared out into the storm.

You had devolved into a small vent, a frown tugging at your lips as you confided your troubles into him. How you felt crushed by the pressure of the task entrusted to you.

‘Seek out all Pokémon.’

Those words haunted your dreams from time to time, fears of failing or dying before your task’s completion echoing in the back of your mind.

Volo’s plans had been set in motion long before you’d arrived in Hisui, but when you told him you had hoped for some help, help from someone like you, like him, guilt pierced his heart like a Poison Jab.

He almost hated getting so attached to you, knowing exactly what your reaction was inevitably going to be when he scooped up your crying form after you were banished. When he urged you to seek out the three Lake Guardians, when he helped you in getting the last remaining plates.

He wouldn’t look you in the eye atop the Temple of Sinnoh, he didn’t need… he didn’t want to see your tears. He could already hear them perfectly, sounding far too loud as they dripped onto the stone beneath your feet. Your hitching breaths and quiet sobs sounding like knives cutting into his ears.

A part of him was mad, mad at the world and how it treated him, and a small piece of him was mad at himself for ruining things between you both.

You’d once promised him you’d let him see Arceus with you, after all.

His grin was broken, perfectly fitting for a madman such as himself. If he could defeat you here, then you wouldn’t have to live with the heartache he’d brought to you. You could move on from this life, forget each memory and start anew…

A great beast of darkness rose up from behind him, but all you could see were Volo’s own tears trickling down his cheeks.

“Strike them down, Giratina!”

I have more Pokémon Drabbles! Found here!

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #pokemon volo #volo x reader #merchant volo #my writing #drabble

[robininthelabyrinth]

I'm pretty sure this is prompt four. Jiang Cheng/Qin Su - Jin Rusong as heir to Lotus Pier

ao3

Jiang Cheng heard the news in pieces, scraps of wild rumor and gossip repeated a hundred times over, but he still refused to believe it until he actually saw the official announcement.

Jin Guangyao had divorced his wife and sent her back to her father’s house, along with their son.

“Is he insane?” Jiang Cheng asked his second in command, who only shrugged helplessly. “Putting aside the fact that I’m certain that he loves her madly, putting everything else aside, Sect Leader Qin is influential and powerful, and a strong supporter of his father – no matter what happened between them, surely someone as pleasant and compromising as Jin Guangyao could find a way to work it out?”

Jiang Cheng had only met Qin Su a few times, always at Jin Guangyao’s side. He’d heard about how she’d fallen for the dashing young man that turned out to be Jin Guangyao and sworn to marry him, no matter the obstacles; he’d heard how they’d managed to overcome every storm, fight the wind and rain, and eventually made it to their marriage bed.

They’d even had a son together, little Jin Rusong; he was Jin Ling’s best playmate.

And Jin Guangyao was kicking him out? Kicking her out?

Absurd!

Who did he think he was?

And yet, contrary to Jiang Cheng’s expectations, Sect Leader Qin did not immediately explode, or, rather, within a few days, he did, but not in the way anyone had expected. Everyone had joked that he would find Jin Guangyao and strangle him, and he really did physically attack someone – but not Jin Guangyao.

He attacked Jin Guangshan instead.

It was as if he’d gone mad, red-eyed like Nie Mingjue in the throes of his qi deviation; he’d charged at Jin Guangshan, his old friend of thirty years or more, right in the middle of Jinlin Tower, and swiped at him viciously with his sword, cutting a gash in his chest as the surprised Jin sect leader darted back too slowly to wholly dodge.

What could be done? The Lanling Jin sect guards could not stand silently by with such provocation – they counter-attacked at once, and Sect Leader Qin did not survive. A little later, and it was discovered that he had never intended on it: his sword was laced with poison.

Sect Leader Qin died, but he took Jin Guangshan down with him the underworld.

The rumor mill exploded.

Everyone was talking about Sect Leader Qin’s motivations – the suspicious timing of the divorce – Jin Guangyao’s now inevitable ascension to the seat of Sect Leader Jin –

Only Jiang Cheng thought about Qin Su, who should have been ascending right beside him. It had been her father that had died, after all.

Laoling Qin was far enough away from Lanling Jin that they were still mostly independent, and they were close enough to the Qinghe Nie that Jiang Cheng could pretend that he’d only made a short detour on a visit directed towards Nie Huaisang, that notorious purveyor of gossip; luckily enough, Nie Huaisang remembered their old friendship and was more than happy to help cover his tracks.

When Jiang Cheng arrived, the house was already decked out in mourning. Qin Su greeted him, eyes red and swollen from tears.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng said awkwardly, then flinched when he realized he probably should have said something in greeting first – they really didn’t know each other well enough to skip over all that.

Nevertheless, Qin Su nodded, forgiving him the slip-up before he could even retract it. She was gracious and gentle, kind and quiet, economical and thoughtful – a consummate hostess. The wife of Jin Guangyao could not afford to be anything less.

Former wife.

Jiang Cheng’s gaze danced around the room, searching for something to say, and then abruptly he noticed – “There are two deaths in your household?”

“My mother took her own life,” Qin Su said, her voice dull. She tried to suppress it, but tears gathered in her eyes again. “Shortly before…”

Whatever it was that Jin Guangshan had done that had driven Sect Leader Qin mad, it had involved his wife, Jiang Cheng thought, and then abruptly he turned pale as he put two and two together. He’d never doubted that Jin Guangyao had adored Qin Su, so why would he divorce her?

Unless…

Jin Guangshan had a reputation.

Qin Su laughed a little, a bitter sound. “Everyone will know, soon enough,” she said wisely, seeing that Jiang Cheng had figured it out. “I don’t blame my former husband at all; he acted as he ought to in every respect. It’s only my poor A-Song…I can’t imagine what his life will be like from now on.”

Jiang Cheng looked helplessly at her. To lose not only your parents, one right after the other, but your husband, your reputation, and next even your son…

“Marry me,” he said suddenly, and Qin Su stared at him. “If Sect Leader Jin’s assault were recent rather than ancient, it would have provoked the same result. The only reason anyone might suspect the truth is because of the timing of your divorce – if there’s a reason given for that, people won’t think twice about it.”

His words had come out all in a rush, smashing together like stones tossed around by a waterfall; he hadn’t thought of the idea until right this moment.

“Are you suggesting I admit to adultery?” she asked. Her eyes were as round as the full moon.

Jiang Cheng shrugged, a little helpless. “Your reputation is gone,” he pointed out, wishing he knew how to be kind or tactful. “Adultery or incest – it’s the same either way for you. But for A-Song…”

To be the son of an adulterous woman was disgraceful, but such things happened and people generally looked the other way, as long as the real father was powerful enough.

It was better than being a child of incest.

“But what of your reputation?” she asked. “Sect Leader Jiang, you can’t. I won’t let you injure yourself for my sake.”

“Not for you,” he said, though maybe it was, just a little bit. The loss of your parents, the loss of your whole life, everything you’d ever believed – who could understand that better than him? “For A-Song. He’s Jin Ling’s best friend.”

Qin Su had always been kind to Jin Ling, he thought. She didn’t need to be, could just tolerate him the way most people in Jinlin Tower did, but she really seemed to like him…

It occurred to him suddenly that Qin Su met all of his requirements for a bride: a beauty from a good family, obedient, economical, with a mild personality who wasn’t too loud and wasn’t too talkative, who was good to Jin Ling…

“How’s your cultivation?” he asked abruptly. “Do you know how to cook?”

“Mediocre,” she said, blinking at him. “And I’m better at baking, I think. I like making sweets.”

“Good,” Jiang Cheng said, relieved. “That’s – good. I’m glad. Will you marry me?”

Qin Su bit her lip. “Let me think about it?”

Thoughtful, he added to the list. Cautious, not reckless.

“Take all the time you need,” he said.

She came back to him two shichen later. “What happens to A-Song?” she asked.

“I’ll adopt him as my own,” Jiang Cheng said. “Or he can keep the surname Jin, if you prefer. And if Lianfeng-zun agrees, which I think he will – it’s his birthright, after all.” Too many times over. “Jin Ling lives with me sometimes; they can grow up as cousins, the way they should.”

Qin Su nodded, lips trembling a little. “You won’t regret this?”

“I might,” Jiang Cheng admitted. “But I’m probably not going to marry anyone else, and I’m willing. Are you?”

“I am,” she said, and smiled at him. Her eyes were still red, and the smile shaky, but it was something. “Thank you. I…no, never mind.”

“If we’re going to be married, you’re going to need to learn to ask things of me,” he reminded her.

Qin Su wiped her eyes. “Yes, but there’s asking reasonable things, and then there’s asking to alert my former husband before we announce our engagement.”

“Oh, no, that’s a great idea,” Jiang Cheng said, immediately relieved. “If there’s one thing Lianfeng-zun knows, it’s how to manage an announcement of that sort of magnitude. We should definitely tell him.”

Qin Su’s smile this time was stronger.

Nie Huaisang pulled a few strings and got Jin Guangyao to come over to the Unclean Realm, and when he walked in and saw Qin Su, he flinched. Jiang Cheng could see on his face that he still loved her, and he felt bad for him – not enough to stop, but still.

“I see,” Jin Guangyao said, hearing the plan. His expression was surprisingly neutral – thoughtful, but not as upset as Jiang Cheng would have expected. “It’s not a bad idea. And you don’t even need to admit to adultery, either.”

“We don’t?” Jiang Cheng asked, surprised.

“We can say that my marriage with A-Su broke down after my father’s actions - painting them as recent, rather than ancient,” Jin Guangyao explained. “I didn’t feel I could oppose him, she had no choice but to do so – it was an irrevocable breach. You came to comfort her, having met her during your visits with Jin Ling, and her sect is in need of support…you can say it developed naturally from there. It might not work to quell the rumors, of course, but it would at least provide a way to save face in public…Leave it to me.”

“Thank you, A-Yao,” Qin Su said quietly, and he smiled at her, pained.

“Just be happy,” he said to her, then looked at Jiang Cheng. “Treat her well.”

“I will,” Jiang Cheng promised, and took her by the hand. “I swear.”

-

It was a few years later. Nie Huaisang sat beside Jiang Cheng.

“I think he killed my brother,” he said, playing with his fan. “I’m going to destroy him.”

Jiang Cheng stared at the newest memorial tablet in the Lotus Pier, his hands clenched into fists with knuckles turned white.

“Good,” he said, voice savage. “I’ll help.”

#mdzs #jiang cheng #qin su #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #I'm sorry

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hoist the Colours  -  2/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader

Summary: An encounter with the man you used to love lands you and your new crew in peril, stuck on a ship with the people responsible for binding you. And what they have planned for you is far worse than what you’d first imagined.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Kinda slow burn

Word Count: 4.3K

A/n: Second part of this mini series! inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End 

~*~

“Alright lads, you know the drill. I expect you back on the ship by dusk tomorrow.” The men of the king are more than eager to head to the longboats, wanting nothing more than to satiate their hunger for ale and whores.

The door to the quarters that you and Wanda share gets slowly pushed open, and Tony smiles brightly at you.

“Are you going to be coming ashore with us?” He asks, eyes hopeful. You don’t have it in you to say no, and you also can’t fight the nagging feeling that there’s something waiting for you here.

“Yes, we will. We’re ready now,” You say, smiling at him. He leads you out to the longboat and helps you in. There are a few other cremates already in the boat, waiting to be lowered to the shallow waters below.

You and Wanda sit beside each other, across from the men as they row you to shore.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes asking a question. You incline your head the slightest and she leans forward.

“You’re looking for something,” she whispers. You sigh and shrug weakly. “Something is coming to find me. And I must meet it.” She nods thoughtfully, eyes flashing from you to the docks up ahead.

As soon as the longboat is tied off, men on the shore are hurrying over to you and Wanda to help you both.

You accept the outstretched hand and climb up onto the dock, turning and waiting for Wanda to join you. As she comes up, a man’s hand strays too far south, and she hisses.

You grab him by the wrist, thunder clapping above you as you glare at him.

“You lay another finger on a woman without permission, and you’ll lose your entire hand. That is a promise.” He opens his mouth to make some sort of snarky remark but snaps it closed when he sees the tip of his fingers starting to turn black with the mark of death. He nods quickly and you drop his hand, watching with a stone-cold look on your face as his fingers return to normal.

The group of men who were so willing to help you quickly disperse as they realize that they aren’t going to get what they want from you or from Wanda.

“You ladies feel free to roam. I have no doubt that you can take care of yourselves. If you want to rejoin us, we’ll be leaving at dusk tomorrow.” You’re surprised at the offer, having thought that you and Wanda would have been forced to rejoin them.

“Thank you, Tony. For all you’ve done and for your kindness.” He smiles warmly at you and nods. “It’s nowhere near what you deserve, but it’s the best I could manage.” He offers you a small bow then heads off to drink himself into a coma for the night.

“Well. Shall we explore all that Tortuga has to offer?” You ask, extending your arm to Wanda. She grins and takes your outstretched arm. “We shall.”

~*~

Bucky sits in the pub, eyes roaming around the place for the millionth time as he tries to pinpoint your face amongst those of the strangers in the crowd.

A man plops down beside him, a cup of ale held loosely in his fist and a poisonous grin on his face.

“Barnes, good to see you again.” Bucky hardly glances at him. “Rumlow,” he says with a nod.

“What are the odds of me seeing you here, huh?” Bucky shrugs, sighing heavily. “What is it you want, Rumlow?” “Where’s your captain? I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Over by the bar chattin’ up a dame. Go interrupt him, I dare ya.” Rumlow purses his lips and chuckles lightly. “A man of business, as usual.” Rumlow gets up from the table and heads over to the bar, giving the woman talking to Steve a smile before stepping between them, far too close for Steve’s comfort.

Bucky watches them, watches as Rumlow speaks and as Steve’s eyes widen. The eyes in question are suddenly on him, a chin raised up towards the ceiling, beckoning the dark-haired man to join the conversation.

Bucky gets up with a groan and heads over to the bar. Crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the two other men expectantly.

“There’s a ship of the King’s men here tonight, they leave tomorrow at dusk,” Steve starts, waiting for his friend to catch on. When he simply stares back at the blond, Steve sighs.

“We split the bounty down the middle if we help take the ship. Think about it, Buck. They’ve always got gold on those ships.” He shakes his head. Right as he’s about to open his mouth he hears a familiar note being played on the piano. It’s being played softly, so softly he has to strain to hear it, but he hears it no less.

Whipping around, his eyes search for the piano, and, more importantly, the person playing it.

“Buck?” Steve asks, concern lacing his voice. Bucky ignores him, pushing his way through the pub until he gets to the back corner.

His breath catches in his throat, heart racing in his chest as he sees the woman seated at the piano, playing the song that lulls him to sleep every night. His fingers instinctively find the locket around his neck, the one that plays that very same song, and he finds himself blinking back tears.

You can feel him behind you before he says anything, but when he whispers your name you can’t help the shiver that rolls down your spine. Your fingers continue playing but your posture stiffens slightly, the only indication that you heard him.

“Where have you been? We’ve been searching for you for so long.” This has your fingers freezing, and you slowly stand up.

You turn to him and he’s beyond confused and concerned at the betrayal and sadness in your eyes. Without speaking a word, you brush past him, ready to walk straight out of the pub and meet up with Wanda.

He grabs your wrist, urging you to stop, and you do, only to yank your arm out of his grip as if he scalded you. “Don’t you dare touch me,” you hiss, your eyes filled with rage.

His brows pull together in confusion, having absolutely no idea why you’re treating him this way. You turn away from him again and he runs after you, fighting the urge to grab you again.

“(Y/n) wait! Stop!” As soon as you’re out of the pub you feel better, the cool air doing wonders to clear your head.

“Where are you going?” You continue walking, grinding your teeth together as he follows you. His fingers just barely graze your shoulder and you whip around to face him, thunder crackling above you.

Clouds roll in, your emotions getting the better of you as a storm forms quickly overhead.

“You have no right to touch me. I should kill you for even looking at me after what you did!” He looks genuinely confused. “What I did? (Y/n) what are you talking about?” You chuckle once without humour, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“Don’t play dumb, James. It doesn’t suit you.” With that you turn and walk away just as the rain starts to fall around you, droplets splattering on your face as tears claw their way down your cheeks.

He stands there in the pouring rain, staring dumbfounded at your retreating figure while wondering what the Hell happened that you’re blaming him for.

“Buck? You okay?” He doesn’t look away from where you last were, his eyes having lost you in the downpour.

“She... I...” He looks over at his friend, eyes rimmed red. “What happened?” Rumlow asks, squinting against the harsh rainfall.

“I don’t know. She just... she hates me. I don’t even know what I did.” Steve pats the man on the shoulder. “After we lost you she went ballistic. Maybe she heard a rumour of something untrue and believes it? I’m sure she’ll come around.” Bucky shakes his head. The way you stared at him, utter betrayal in your eyes... he knows you far too well to believe that you’ll simply change your mind.

“Enough of that. Do we have a deal, Rogers?” Bucky looks over at the two men, confused about whatever deal is going down.

“The King’s ship is here. And they never travel without gold. The colours on this one lead me to believe that there’s an important man travelling for his Majesty. And you know what that means,” Rumlow explains, grinning at the metal-armed sailor. “Leverage,” he murmurs, mind still on you while he ponders the deal.

“The amount of Gold on a king’s ship, even if we split it halfway, would set us over for months,” Steve whispers. Bucky sighs then nods.

“Alright fine. Now which ship are you wanting?”

~*~

“Ladies! It’s good to see you. I’ll be honest, I was unsure if you’d be joining us again. But I’m glad you did.” You smile warmly at Tony then look back out across the open water, eyes flittering towards Tortuga in the distance.

“What did you expect to happen if not that?” Wanda asks softly, stepping beside you and keeping her eyes focused on the horizon.

“I thought he would be surprised to see me. And he was. But he acted as if he didn’t know it was he who caused this in the first place,” you whisper. She frowns but says nothing more, giving you the silence to think over your interaction with the man you used to love.

“Captain! We.. we’ve got some trouble it looks like,” Peter says hurriedly. Tony steps away from where he was listening to your conversation and glances to where the young man is pointing. Sure enough, coming up on the stern are two ships, each with dark flags waving.

Clouds roll in overhead quickly and Wanda’s eyes glow red.

“Pirates,” she whispers. The wind comes in strong, sending a few crew-mates stumbling as they run across the deck.

“They aim to plunder, they want nothing to do with us, unless they deem us of value,” you inform, gathering your skirts in your hands and marching over to Tony.

“We have no chance of outrunning them. And outgunning them... not even a hope.” He looks at you then up to the skies. “Can you not conjure something?” You shake your head. “Nothing more than a storm. But what aids us will aid them. We’ve lost.” He sighs heavily then nods, looking over at his men.

“What will they do?” Your eyes travel to the two pirate ships that are quickly gaining, trying to focus on the flags and determine which ships they are.

You incline your head slightly to the right and a gust of wind comes in, pushing their flags to the side. With wide eyes, you stumble back, the sight of the flags making your heart roar in your ears.

“What is it?”

You shake your head, the wind picking up as the rain starts to fall harder.

“We’ve got no chance,” you whisper, chest rising and falling rapidly as the ships grow nearer.

Wanda is by your side in an instant. “It’s them, isn’t it?” She asks, staring at the ships. You nod, grinding your teeth together.

“There is nothing we can do now,” she says firmly, taking hold of your arm to grab your attention. “Do not let them think they’ve won. They have not.” You take a few deep breaths, reigning in your emotions and clearing the rain. The skies stay grey, but the winds die down and the rain ceases.

“We’re going to be boarded, men. And when that happens we are to remain calm. They are pirates. They will take our gold, they may take our lives, but they will not ever take our pride! They will not strip us of the very thing that makes us men! We are strong and we stand for the King!” The men on the ship all shout their agreements, readying themselves for whatever fate awaits with the coming of the pirates.

Quickly, far quicker than you would’ve expected, you’re being flanked on either side by massive ships. One of them far too familiar. A home long forgotten.

You can see the pirates on either side, shouting profanities and grinning wickedly.

“Prepare to be boarded!” A man shouts at you. You look around at the men surrounding you and take a step closer to the back, burying yourself in the crowd as much as you can.

Pirates swing onto the ship, swords and pistols drawn and prepared for a fight. When they receive none they seem far too happy.

“Imagine my surprise when I see a ship of the King floating idly in the waters of Tortuga. Seemed too good an opportunity to be missed, right boys?” That voice... it sends a shudder ripping down your spine and darkness taints the sky.

You look up, eyes burning with anger, and you stare directly at the man who’s speaking. His murky eyes meet yours and he smiles a sickly grin, stepping down onto the main deck and pushing his way through the crowd.

“Ah, but you are not all men of the King, are you? No, some of you are much more valuable.” He stops when he’s in front of you, eyes raking over your figure.

“Yes. Some of you are far more valuable than mere men of the King.” He raises his fingers up to stroke your cheek and a clap of thunder shatters the silence. You glare at him in warning but he only chuckles, grubby fingers tracing dirty paths down your cheek.

“What are you going to do, witch?” He asks softly, stepping even closer to you. You say nothing, glaring up into his eyes with pure hate. He chuckles and right as he leans down to say something more you spit in his face. He flinches back then glares at you. He raises his hand to strike you but before it can come down, long fingers are wrapped around his wrist.

“No harm is to come to her.” You look over at the man, clenching your jaw shut so tightly you fear you may break it.

“Fine,” Rumlow spits, yanking his hand free from the blond man’s grip. “But we’re going to be changing course,” he shouts, pushing through the crowd to the poop deck.

“Tow the ship! And bring the prisoners aboard and shove ‘em in the brig. We set sail for Nassau.” Rumlow’s men are more than happy to start grabbing at people and chaining their wrists, stopping them from fighting and forcing them towards the edge of the ship where a plank is being laid down.

As men start crossing the gangplank to Rumlow’s ship, the man himself walks over to you and Wanda. Two men come behind him, each with thin metal cuffs in their hands.

“Hope you don’t mind, darling. Just a little precaution. Can’t have you using what little you have left to disturb my ocean.” The way he says it, with such smugness and certainty makes you want to pull his tongue right out of his mouth.

The cuffs are snapped into place and you nearly collapse. The remainder of your powers are stripped from you entirely, leaving you a mere mortal. Wanda inhales sharply at the sensation and you know she’s feeling just as terrible as you.

As the two of you are being pushed towards the plank, a hand lands on your shoulder.

“The witch will have my quarters. She has no place with the men of the king.” You wrench your shoulder out of his grasp and stumble away from him.

Rumlow watches in amusement as Bucky pleads with you with his eyes.

“As generous as an offer that is, I’d rather remain with the only crew who hasn’t betrayed or abandoned me,” you whisper harshly, glaring daggers at them. You cross the plank and are promptly shoved below decks, Wanda close behind.

You’re then locked in the brig with the rest of the crew, chest heaving at both the emotional strain and the physical one of having your powers drained.

Tony looks at you in complete and utter confusion, trying to piece together what he can, but he has little success.

You stay absolutely silent, back pressed against the damp wood of the ship.

Trapped and bound yet again by the hands of the same men.

~*~

“Once they reach Nassau they will look for the other ship of the King, try and find any leverage that they can. They are gathering far too many hostages, and we will be killed soon,” you whisper to Tony, a frown on your face as you peer through a crack in the wood. The ocean is rough, not by your doing, but you cannot help but feel as though the gods are on your side.

“Those men know you. Who are they?” Your bottom lip trembles and you take a few deep breaths. “One of the ships... used to be my home. The other is the reason why I am bound. Why I cannot access my powers fully. And there is only one man alive who knows how to strip me of my powers.”

He’s quiet for a very long moment.

“Why not just kill you? Why bind you?” He asks. You shrug, having asked yourself the same question. Because this, this fate that is now yours, is one worse than death.

“They mean to use you as a weapon,” Wanda says softly, her eyes closed as she tries to get used to not having her powers.

You and Tony both look over at her, waiting for her to continue.

She opens her eyes and looks between the two of you for a moment.

“By keeping you alive, your power remains on this earth. If they were to kill you, then your power would be lost, and that power is of great use to them. I anticipate that it will only be a matter of hours before you’re brought to the captain’s cabin and your purpose is discussed.”

Wanda is correct.

It’s only after the sun has set and night has taken hold that anyone descends the stairs.

“Cap’n wants you in his cabin, Witch,” a man sneers, yanking the door open and grabbing you by the wrists.

He’s awfully rough with you, but you pay it little to no mind, trying instead to focus on figuring out Rumlow’s game plan.

You’re forced into his cabin, nearly tripping over yourself in the process, but you regain your footing just in time and your eyes find those of your captor.

“I thought you would put up more of a fight if I’m honest,” he says, arms crossed over his chest as he looks you up and down.

You say nothing, mouth shut tightly and eyes focused on a scratch in the wall.

“Nothing to say? Really? I thought you would have some choice words considering your current predicament. Or are those words reserved for someone else?” A muscle in your jaw ticks and he grins, realizing he struck a nerve.

“It was he who told me how to bind you, how to strip you of your powers. He was there when we did it too. And yet he acts so innocent.” He stands up and walks over to you, circling you slowly, like a vulture.

“How does that make you feel? Does that... anger you? Does it make you hungry for revenge?” He stops when he’s in front of you, two fingers brushing gently across your jaw.

“Your wrath is something I’ve only ever dreamed of harnessing. And I can bring it back. You only need swear alliance to me, and you’ll be free from your bonds. You need only tie yourself to me, and your power will return.”

You look at him, face stoic and cold.

“I will not trade one set of bonds for another. Find someone else to do your bidding.” With that you turn on your heel, only to be yanked back to his chest.

“You will watch your tongue, woman, or I will cut it out. Do you understand?” You say nothing, but for the first time in a long time, you feel truly helpless.

“I am your captain now, and you will listen to me. Unless you would like to join all those that you have sent to the depths. And this time, you won’t have your powers to save you.”

You clench your jaw and tug out of his grip, glaring at him for a moment longer before turning and leaving his cabin.

“You will do my bidding one way or another, Wench! It is only a matter of time before you realize it!”

You’re ushered back below decks and shoved into a separate cell than before, successfully isolating you from the rest of the crew.

“That was brief,” Tony says cautiously, eyes on the retreating crew-mate before returning to your figure.

You say nothing, only close your eyes and pray for something as sweet as death to take you.

~*~

It’s hours later that you’re woken from your sleep, metal clanking together and hushed voices speaking quickly.

“Hurry now, before they wake up.” You push yourself into a seated position, watching in curious confusion as Steve and Bucky hold the cell door open, helping the prisoners out and up the stairs.

Only after they have the permission of Tony do they leave, and even then, the Captain and Wanda stay behind, each of them looking at you.

Upon realizing where you are, Bucky yanks your cell door open, holding his hand out to you.

“We must hasten, it won’t be long before they realize what we’ve done.” You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. Tony and Wanda leave their cell, lingering on the stairs and watching as you refuse help.

“Why would I exchange one traitorous pirate for another?” You ask rhetorically, your words like a slap across Bucky’s face.

“Buck, we need to leave. We don’t have time for this,” Steve whispers, gently pushing Wanda and Tony up the stairs.

You stare at the brunet in front of you, daring him to make a move.

When he doesn’t, you take matters into your own hands.

“What are you waiting for? Leave. It’s what you’re good at.” He doesn’t have time to argue, but your words cut him deep.

Against his better judgement, he turns and runs up the stairs, hating himself for abandoning you, but knowing that there are far more lives at stake.

The ship branches away from Rumlow's, heading West to escape him.

“We’ll drop you off at the nearest trade stop, but that is all we can do,” Steve says, looking across the table to where Wanda and Tony sit, each eyeing the goblets of rum in front of them.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Tony asks, looking at Bucky. The pirate furrows his brows in confusion.

“You’re the one who got her trapped.” He’s beyond confused now.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He demands, metal hand clenching into a fist.

“Don’t act so innocent. You’re the only person alive with the knowledge of how to bind her to her human form, how to cut her off from the sea. And you act as though you’ve done nothing.” Wanda’s eyes glow red with her anger but Bucky is still confused.

“I-I never told anyone... She trusted me and I kept it to myself. Why...” He trails off, horror colouring his features.

“Steve, when Rumlow found me after I fell overboard, what did he say happened?” Steve ponders this for a moment then shakes his head.

“Just that they found you in the water. Nothing else.” The red slowly fades from Wanda’s eyes as she realizes what must’ve happened.

“Rumlow’s the one who wanted power all along. And he’s stopped at nothing to get it. He means to use her as a weapon to control and conquer the seas. He’s the one who bound her. He must’ve used your knowledge to bind her without you knowing.” The three men in the room are confused by her suggestion.

“Consider it. He has no recollection of the time spent away from the ship, and he is also the only one with the knowledge.” She rises slowly to her feet, red glowing from her fingertips.

“If you let me, I could bring forth the memories, show you what your mind is trying to forget.” He looks at her hesitantly for a moment.

“(Y/n) is a dear friend of mine. If what you are saying is the truth then I promise I will not harm you.” His gaze travels from her to Steve then back to her, a new determination in them. He nods once and then her fingers are hovering right by his temple, a red hue flowing from them.

His eyes slowly take on the same colour before rolling back into his head, his hidden memories finally being brought to the surface, the truth being revealed.

It takes a few minutes, but he finally reopens his eyes, anguish written on his face.

“She... Steve, we must free her.” Steve sighs, not knowing what to say.

“Buck, how are we supposed to do that? We need to free the crew before we do anything. We cannot risk all of their lives.”

“Rumlow’s knowledge may be enough to bind her powers to his ship, his command. The only way to keep the seas safe is to release her, and soon,” Wanda pipes in.

“My crew can wait. And any man who wishes to leave may take a longboat and find their own way.” The Pirates look at the King’s man for a moment before nodding.

“Very well,” Steve says, turning back to his friend. “How do we free her from her bonds?”

“The same way they trapped her in the first place. And to do that we must go to the island where she was born.”

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Yandere Demon Dating Game!!

Pick your sweet, sweet poison today!

Congratulations!! You, dear reader, have the exclusive opportunity to select a lover straight from the upper echelon of Hell! We've rounded up nine fantastic demon suitors all ready to take your hand for their own, completely stress free and with no awkward courtship! There is just one catch though, they already love you quite a bit… in their own demonic way. 

Please, browse our eagerly awaiting bachelors to your heart's content! Once you've made your choice, CLICK BELOW THE CUT to see who your new love gets to be!

Warning: Yandere Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Probably Some Implied Violence

All behavior described is for the purpose of fantasy and this is in no way an endorsement of performing any of this in real life!

Bachelor #1

Bachelor #1 could compare you to the moon and the stars but in his eyes not even those could compare to your radiance. You are the most precious being in existence and he’ll do everything in his considerable power to see your every need met! There’s not a thing between Heaven and Hell that he can’t provide for you and he’ll do so happily. You are, quite simply, his world.

But being a person’s everything can have some drawbacks… Bachelor #1 will only feel comfortable if he knows that you’re his. Really and truly in every way possible, and he’s not very used to rejection… at all. You won’t be able to overpower nor escape him, even if you could get some distance between you it’ll never last... Best resign yourself completely because he’ll own every part of you that he wants to... body and soul.

Bachelor #2

Bachelor #2 cherishes every bit of you and all that you stand for as someone truly without no equal. He’ll turn to you first on his rainy days and he’ll want to show you off on his sunny. He’ll never get enough of being with or worshipping you and only you. Flaws and insecurities be damned! He will love you with a depth that could rival the sea and a strength that even God couldn't break. He’d challenge anyone to try.

They’d all fail, of course. Bachelor #2 will know the most about you, even things you thought he never could… because he’s been following your every move. If he can’t be attached to your hip, then he’ll tail you like a shadow, keeping details meticulously stashed away in his mind.... Unfortunately, if you speak to anyone else that means he’ll know right away, and he’ll make it very clear how much he hates you giving your attention away so freely...

Bachelor #3

Bachelor #3's love is as pure and true as a fairytale. He wants nothing more than to shield you from all the horrors of the world, human or demon, and he's loyal to a fault. Truly, you could not be in safer hands. He'll do almost anything that you ask without complaint just to see you happy… He does so love to see your smile...

Now, Bachelor #3 would never hurt you, in fact, he’ll make sure that nothing ever will. Your smile is all he cares about and he’ll guard it with his life. So best keep that smile up because he won’t care to listen if he ever finds you sad. If you’re upset, then he’s upset, but he’ll express that through Pure. Destruction. It doesn’t matter who hurt you, you don’t get to stop him. You don’t get to argue. So just keep sitting and smiling for everyone else’s sake… Because if you’re smiling then you must be happy… right?

Bachelor #4

Bachelor #4 only wants you to see the best of him as he’d like to see the best of you! He sees within you more than just kindness, but a genuine potential to be everything he’s ever wanted. He loves you from the depths of his soul and he believes that you can do this! Though he may not say it, in his dreams, the two of you will be together forever. Happy and content no matter what life throws at you… but some things just take… adjusting.

Bachelor #4 wants only the best for you, you know? His words may sound harsh but he means well. He may lose his temper once in a while, but that’s just to make a point. He’d never hurt you, truly he’s never! But how else is he going to make you remember how much you need him? What about when you don’t listen?? Honestly, that independent streak of yours is going to have to go… Just follow the rules, love, please… This is all for you, you know?

Bachelor #5

Bachelor #5 wishes to discover all that he can about you, your every hope, dream, and interest. To him, you’ll be an endless fascination meant for his enjoyment alone. He’ll find every way he can to make you laugh or smile at a feverish pace and commit them to memory like it's etched in stone. He’ll never get enough of drinking in your reactions, truly you are a work of art!

But by every reaction, we mean every single one... Bachelor #5 wants to see it all, the good, the bad, and the genuinely harrowing. He’ll know your every hope as well as your every fear and will soak it in with delight all the same. It’s not his fault, love, really. When everything about you is just so captivating, how can he ever hope to look away? You’re strong enough to give him what he wants… aren’t you?

Bachelor #6

Bachelor #6 may love you quietly but make no mistake, the sheer intensity of his feelings are practically unrivaled by any other option before you today. He won’t be satisfied until you’re both seen as one whole, a package deal that no one would ever think to break. Life with him can be filled with nothing but softness and bliss, light touches and impassioned words, until the worlds fall down around you…

To clarify, the keyword here is “can.” Bachelor #6 will make one thing very clear, you are a package deal and that’s how you’ll stay. Where you go, he goes. If he doesn’t want to go, then you stay. Plain and simple. If you want to go, you stay. If others die, you stay. If the world ends, you stay. Even if it kills you, you stay. So why not just enjoy the bliss while it lasts?

Bachelor #7

Bachelor #7 wants only the best for you because he knows it’s what you most deserve. For anyone to catch his eye quite like you have, then you must be just that special and he’ll seek out every opportunity he can to make your life much sweeter. In essence, he’ll take care of you better than anyone else ever could, including yourself, and he’ll take pleasure in making sure that your every need is met. You’ll want for nothing that you can have…

But you’ll never have your freedom back. Bachelor #7 sees no reason for you to be without him (however would you survive?) so he has it all planned out for you. You’ll be in the lap of luxury, the pinnacle of comfort, truly your new home is a magnificent gilded cage. He’ll treat you gently so long as you do the same for him. But even the nicest cages can be covered and forgotten if the owner so chooses… No matter how pretty their pet sings.

Bachelor #8

Bachelor #8 lives in worlds one can only dream of and yet you’re by far the best thing he could ever ask for. Try as he might, he can’t think of anything that really compares to you. Your magnificence is beyond the description of even the most skilled of poets… Truthfully, he hardly can stop thinking about you. You take up so much space in his mind that he can scarcely imagine his life without you in it...

So… he doesn’t. Bachelor #8 genuinely believes that you're the happiest couple in existence. Not, “you will be.” You are. And to his credit, his love is sweet and true even if he sees things slightly… obtuse. You won’t be able to reason with him because he buried logic a long time ago… He loves you and you love him, even if he gets upset, you love him. Even if he hurts someone… you love him. Don’t you?

Bachelor #9

Bachelor #9’s devotion to you will never be in question. He’s given himself to you wholeheartedly and would be thrilled if you were to do the same for him. He’s more than willing to throw everything aside for you and that’s not an honor he offers to anyone. Just know that he'll always be there to protect you and he'll do anything to prove his love to you… whether you know it or not.

And there's a good deal you won't know. Bachelor #9 will come across as the most heroic of the bunch, a true lifesaver, but don't be fooled. He isn't saving you from anything. Or, well he is but he’s behind the danger to start with. Not that you'll never know it mid-rescue, tucked up within his arms… you'll never feel safe without him. He'll make sure of that.

When you've selected your fine Bachelor of choice click the cut to see what lucky man you're taking home!

Bachelor #1: Diavolo

Aiming high aren’t we, reader? Congratulations, you’ve chosen the Prince of Hell! Being with Lord Diavolo will be a bit of a roller coaster so we hope you’re prepared. For as much as he has to offer he’s a little… demanding at times. Keeping up with a princely schedule will do that to a person. Just enjoy you gold and your gems when you can… you certainly won’t be getting much rest, that’s for sure.

Bachelor #2: Asmodeus 

So you’ve selected Asmodeus? Excellent choice, reader! Really, he’s among the safer options on this list as long as you don’t mind giving up some of your privacy. Well, okay all of your privacy but what’s yours is his and everything about you is his now. Please don’t get too upset, he’ll be nice! Just remember to keep those eyes where they belong, right~?

Bachelor #3: Beelzebub

It looks like you’ve chosen the ever-loyal Beelzebub! Wonderful selection, reader, clearly you care deeply about your own safety. We suppose the same can’t be said for anyone else, but hey? What’s a few black eyes and broken bones between friends? You can always stand to lose some family, can’t you? It’s all in the name of love after all.

Bachelor #4: Lucifer

Well, well reader, you’ve selected the eldest brother, Lucifer! You’ll be delighted to know that your new beloved will treat you as dearly as he would his own heart… so long as you follow his instructions and listen to his "advice." Even dogs can follow basic commands, so you can too… can't you?

Bachelor #5: Satan

Fantastic choice, reader! We're certain that you and Satan will make quite the happy couple! ...most of the time. He is a curious fellow and may need to "test" your limits from time to time but it's only because he adores you so much. No worries, it'll all be over soon… but then again, what is "soon" to a demon?

Bachelor #6: Belphegor 

Congratulations, dear reader, it seems you've picked the seventh brother, Belphegor! You can expect to spend long hours lazing with this dreamy demon, he'll want nothing more than to be around you… and he'll growl if you try to leave. Always remember, he'll make sure you stay in his bed one way or another...

Bachelor #7: Barbatos 

Very good choice, reader, picking the butler himself means you must obviously have some classy tastes. You really won't have to worry about much but… do you handle isolation well? Best hope so, he's a busy man and, frankly, you won't be going anywhere anymore.

Bachelor #8: Leviathan

Looking to make Leviathan's dreams of bliss a reality, are you? What a commendable endeavor, reader! We respect your choice. Though don't worry, you'll live up to his expectations. You don't get a say in the matter.

Bachelor #9: Mammon

A bit of a White Knight chaser, are you? Well your life won't be lacking excitement with Mammon! Back alley gangs, run away trains, suspicious fires, you name it and he'll be there for you. We're sure you'll be fine, you're in Mammon's hands! His very… "capable" hands. Why be concerned?

Did you make the right choice? 

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