#V; I'll show you a bad omen ( Main )

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❛ i want this. ❜ // edax & shasta

subtle smut sentence starters || accepting

             Greedy was the only word that immediately came to mind when Edax’s touch lingered, unnaturally heated with hidden fire with a dual sense of the word. He had learned that elven royalty, much as he loathed it, would only respond to his antics in certain ways, heavily dependent on how the demon tried to initiate whatever it was that he was after. This one— this one Shasta knew was attention from the way he’d crawled into the low lounge chair ( more apt to be called something of a beanbag’s cousin, really ), and slowly tried to interject himself between the ivorette and the book he was reading.

            Patience was never, and still wasn’t, Edax’s strong suit when it came to anything but an unprecedented meltdown from his claimed... so it was no surprise when his hands started straying further, slipping under the hem of Shasta’s shirt and dragging his fingers along his lower abdomen. With as little tact as possible, a snort erupts from the darker skinned male, now thoroughly interrupted and still debating on if he was mad about it or not. “Just because you want something doesn’t mean you’re entitled to get it.”

              Sometimes... sometimes, it did very little good to try and treat Edax like the brat he really was, and that was now very evident ( if not in the furthest recesses of his mind ) as clothes had been thrown off and ragged breathing resounded in the air. Wet warmth of the demon’s tongue at his ear causes him to shiver, breathy groan climbing its way from his throat and the throbbing of desire that was met with the gravely growl against the side of his neck. He’d lament on how easily the demon could reduce him to something like this later, when he wasn’t reaching for pale digits and shoving them where he so desperately needed to feel them.

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okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 5 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root)

Law and order: SVU (the whole crew tho im only on s4)

Dead boy detective agency (anyone but niko and jenny will only be platonic coz lesbians)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

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@renran said; ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜ // edax & shasta , with no terror , just said it to make things awkward in this fight 

meme || accepting

           His consciousness is on the edge of a cliff overlooking an endless abyss, ready to make a mad dash and be enveloped in the vast nothingness. He’s ever so faintly aware of the bare form beneath him— of the soft and rhythmic movements of the demon’s thumb on his back that offer him more peace than either ever should. They’ve come a long way from something neither of them planned to start, sharing trust and vulnerability that, at least on the elf’s part, nobody had ever seen before.

             Perhaps that’s why the words drifting quietly to his ears don’t make him jolt in surprise, instead only tugging him away from that cliff edge for a few moment’s longer. Icy hues crack open, though he knows that at the angle he’s laid his head, Edax cannot see that he’s not quite asleep yet. Breath continues steadily, cascading over pale skin as his sluggish mind tries to force some cogs to move, prompting him for something to say. Minutes pass before he shifts, carefully ( and sluggishly ) pulling himself higher upon the demon’s chest. Lips press to familiar lips briefly, giving another brief kiss to his jaw before Shasta dips his head to nestle his face in the crook of the other’s neck.

             “ ...Share your fears with me, a’maelamin. ”

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continued from x || @praevisio​

             It was not often that he made it so far from the heart of the forest he and his kin called home— but let it be the day that he had ventured out in search of materials that something would happen.

            Her slaughter means nothing to him as long as it does not affect him or his dökkálfar brethren, and it does not appear to either surprise him or make him wary that she remains brandishing her weapon. He has half a mind to answer her question with a taste of his elven powers, but consider him a rare case of curious.

             “ Is it not the sheep who should falter when they enter the wolves den? ” He all but scoffs, his icy blue irises pinning her down with a hint of arrogance in his gaze. “ I should be afraid of you because of a little knife? I’m afraid you’ve vastly overestimated yourself, doubly so when you’re on the edge of my forest. ”

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Shasta >> Edax/Kai || @Inurisms

             He should have known better— should have known that he would need to make a stronger amulet to keep his PRISONER a helpless human. Perhaps it was arrogance or nonchalance, but there was an unmistakable ‘ fuck ’ leaving his lips when he felt the seal break. He’d wager that the demon within had been gnawing at it ever since the dökkálfar had forced Kai to wear it, refusing to allow him to leave. ( He’d let him wander and become confused in the forest, however. )

             Perhaps it was misplaced LUCK that the seal had finally given way on the outskirts of the village, but even then Shasta didn’t appear particularly concerned when the focus in the human’s eyes went distant— nor did he immediately act.

             “ I’m increasingly curious as to how this poor fool got stuck with something like you. ”

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@thebaptized​ said; " I  don't  have  much  to  give ,  but  my  heart  is  yours ... "   with  that ,  she  cups  his  face  with  both  hands  and  gently   presses  their  lips  together @ Shasta HEHEHEHEH 

             Icy hues have only begun to see her visage as head turns, a huffed question ready at his lips about the meaning of her absurd words. All movement freezes instantly when her pale fingers collides with his skin— and he’s expecting a scorned slap far more than he expects her to lean closer and press her lips to his.

              Eyes never shut even after she’s pulled away to gaze at his face, and his own eyes are wide as he stares at her incredulously. Her presence had been tolerated, even grown somewhat nice over time, but this was one area that was completely foreign to him— and he’s not sure if the mix of confusion, embarrassment, and misplaced anger is the right reaction for it. He’s sure it isn’t, but what could someone expect for a misplaced prince that liked to stick to his solitude?

             “ Giving me your heart is stupid. ” Voice is almost chilly as he turns his gaze from her to return tinkering with his craft, though he makes no further progress with it as his head is full of confusing fuzz.

             “ My kind can betray almost as easily as humans. What would you do then? ” And he knew from experience, even if his mother was not technically responsible. Selene wouldn’t know that story, though, so it didn’t matter.

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@occidimus​ || Shasta >> Kai ( Edax )

             DESTRUCTION. He could practically taste it in his very veins the moment icy hues suddenly open from a nap he had been taking at the edge of his village, just at the outskirts of the underground. His body was practically attuned to the surrounding forest whenever danger approached, and something was wreaking havoc through their beloved space of peace and tranquility— something that seemed both...MORTAL and OTHER.

           As irritating as it was to have been so rudely awakened, Shasta was on his feet and headed towards the area of disaster at lightning speed, stopping only for a split second to tell his uncle not to rally anyone together, and to simply make sure everyone stayed in the village. A PRINCE he did not like to be called, but he protected his people when it was necessary.

             What greets his eyes upon the scene puts a scowl instantly on his face— what looked to be a human, probably possessed by something chaotic, causing as much damage as he could. It didn’t seem to be directed at anything in particular...perhaps some sort of internal struggle? He didn’t really have to time to observe and find out if he wanted to enact damage control. Shasta needed to at least immobilize him, and he reaches out for the surrounding darkness to try and bind the threat, reaching into a sweater pocket to rummage around for a pendant. ( It wasn’t the caliber he needed to surpress this level entity, but it would have to do for now. )

             Shasta strikes with both tendrils of darkness and the pendant in the split moment that the person falters, wrapping the darkness like a corporeal rope and nigh slamming the jewel against his forehead. He hadn’t quite expected the man to faint...but he supposes he should count his blessings— even if this now means he needs to bring this stranger to his abode in order to keep an eye on him while making a proper amulet.

            “ Well fuck, just gotta ruin my day. Better fucking stay asleep because I will slaughter you and bring you back if you cause havoc in my village. ”

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@nexilium​ said; dream // kai & shasta 

word meme || accepting ↳ Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

             A dream for Shasta always meant one of two things— an endless loop of something he had spent time doing in the forest at one point, or a terrible menagerie of memories from when he was essentially held prisoner by his light counterparts as a child. The crease of his brow and jerky motions of his hands would be enough of an indicator as to what was happening beneath shut lids— but only for someone who knew him as well as his uncle did, and Kai, nor Edax, were one of them.

            As unbridled as his fae magic was when he was in such a state, it was emanating from his body in swirling waves. He’s spent enough time being very cautious of any other presence, and it’s no different when Kai inches closer— likely out of curiosity, less likely ( as far as Shasta would be concerned ) out of worry.

             It’s only as a presence lingers over him that the dökkálfar suddenly wakes, lithe digits curling around the wrist of an outstretched hand with enough force that it could easily BREAK. Icy hues are practically glowing in the darkly lit room as he tries to conceal the rasping breath and the cold sweat he can feel slide down tanned skin. A nightmare never failed to put him in a terrible mood, and it looked like his human captive ward might be about to take the brunt of it.

             “ Do not presume to touch me. I’d rather not waste the energy bringing you back as a puppet. ”

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@vaenaku​ || Shasta >> Cedric

              If there was anything that had become shrouded by miscommunication in their long history, it was that the Dökkálfar were generally peaceful people— if only in the sense that they stayed in their slice of existence and did not typically seek out EXCITEMENT. Even he could not remember the last time he had set foot farther than the edge of their forest, carefully plucking materials for craft and quietly keeping an eye out for potential PROBLEMS. Mortals were more trouble than they were worth, and most others under their general ilk were just...noisy. Even if Shasta didn’t always like to claim his rightful position as the prince of his people, his tendancy to do little more than trade with others had blessed his people with PEACE. ( Even if it also brought boredom. )

             As such was his routine, the ivorette had easily found himself outside the main skirts of their village, or what was above ground at least, idly looking for materials. A broken antler shed here, molted feathers there— anything that he could bring back to his shop and use or transform into other things. Of course, it wasn’t like he NEEDED a lot of the materials he used, but he supposed it was what made his craft so sough after despite his near reclusive-ness and his personality.

             Not half an hour later, he had found the shell of a dead tree trunk to lounge in, whipping out a small blade that he used to start carving symbols into a piece of soft bone. It was pleasant— the general quietness tinged with the normal sounds of a living, and dead, forest surrounding him.....until there was something FOREIGN. Unfamiliar footsteps that belonged to no creature that dwelled within the forest, nor the soft, near imperceptible, footsteps of his fellow Dökkálfar. Shasta did not think it was human....they rarely made it so deep into their forest— it had been several hundreds of years since the last one had.

            A few measly seconds is all he needs to pinpoint the noise, inhuman speed landing him behind the invader with his carving knife at the man’s neck. Icy blue eyes are narrowed— cold and calculating even if they cannot be seen.

             “ I’m lead to believe you’re searching for something. We’re not a fan of surprise visits, so start talking before I cut out your tongue. ”

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@illuxions said; (( illuxions - for Shasta )) “  Everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

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      Icy hues flick towards her for a brief moment, a dull interest lingering within them at her words. It takes him a moment of quiet deliberation before he opens his mouth to speak, eyes returning to his craft as nimble fingers work.

      “Everyone’s a mess on some level. Does it even matter?”

      Lord knows he was his own, huge, mess.

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@illuxions​ said; ((Illuxions for Shasta)) - ❝You look like you need someone to talk to.❞

first meetings meme

      Icy blues do not so much as flicker from their attention so focused on the tinkering within his palms. He had heard her, and even if he hadn’t, did not deem it as something to prod his worries.

      “Then you should probably get your eyes checked.”

      Voice is near monotonous as he shaves something from the tool within his hand, discarded piece bouncing from the small boulder he sat upon and coming to disappear among the blades of wilting grass below. Perhaps if he was outright rude enough, she would simply leave...

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@illuxions​ said; (( illuxions - for Shasta )) She just wanted to escape the pressure from her father to celebrate the holiday with any of the rich brats that he called ' suitors '. Catch her lazing about by a particularly nice oak and surrounded by the suitor's gifts, slowly making her way through one of the more expensive boxes of wrapped up sweets. " I don't know how big of a fan of chocolate you are, but you're free to join me if you like ~. " 

Unprompted

      Leave it to someone as OLD as he was to know of human holidays-- to know of how drastically the celebrations had changed given that he had existed before the holiday itself. Even a few of the Dökkálfar people would use it as an excuse to make excess sweets to offer to their offspring or mates, though it was less often chocolate, and instead baked sweets.

      Like the ones his uncle had handed him saying that someone had made them for a gift.

        Tongue clicks quietly as feet lead him to the noise of foil wrappings and plastic boxes, wholly unsurprising to find HER there among them. He’s as quick to join her as he is to shake his head in mock disdain.

      “It’s largely overrated, but I’ll take anything with hazelnut. Take some of these too, my uncle gave me too many.”

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@renran​ said; ❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜ // yeah we already know the answer 

i don’t remember which meme

           There’s a distinct reason ( a few, really ) why he disliked finding himself amongst a crowd of others— a reason he disliked attending festivals where liquor was plentiful and the practice of letting loose was all but expected of most. He tried to be at the outermost circle of the waves of elven celebrations, but he couldn’t be far enough from the noise and accidental touches if he’d tried. In the shadows, shielded further by a dark hood, not many could tell that he was the prince. Edax was there, but he’d often stray back to the food and drinks where he would mingle and try to step on nerves.

              Lost in thought was not the right place to be on a night such as this— it had made it all the easier for his almost lanky physique to be swept upon among the drunken dancers who were trying to bring the joy around to all within reach. Caught off guard and nearly tripping over the fabric of his cloak, however, Shasta was instead trying to avoid being accidentally slapped in the face by one of numerous flailing arms. Icy orbs saw the world tipping back as feet tangle with that of another, but he didn’t feel the harsh stone rush up to meet him as he’d expect.

            With his hood half sliding off, he’s able to see the demon’s face looking down into his stunned one before he can gain his footing again. Quick is he to set his hood straight, covering snowy white hair and registering Edax’s words a few seconds late. He hates how the heat rushing to his cheeks isn’t entirely indignation, but he doesn’t respond at first. Tawny fingers are quick to bring the other back to a safe spot, all but pushing him to sit before he takes the spot in front of him, almost sitting in the demon’s lap. “ I can’t tell where your attention is when you’ve occupied yourself among so many others. ”

            With Edax throwing an arm over his shoulder, the prince swiftly takes the goblet from his grasp and downs a hearty swallow. It wasn’t obtained for him, and Edax had already drank from it, but he doesn’t care— he needs a distraction from the sincere tone of the demon’s prior words.

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@renran​ said; ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . // shasta & edax 

the enormity of my desire meme || accepting

             The stench of foreign blood hung in the air, lingering its sour smell in elven nostrils even after they’d managed to stumble back to the prince’s home. Dark red and nigh steaming liquid dripped from the wounds Edax had carelessly obtained, but all that he can taste is the inside of the demon’s mouth as their lips desperately search for each other. He’s never been the type to get this riled up, particularly after a fight, but he’s done and felt many things ever since the chaotic mess had entered his life.

           Skin beneath his fingers almost feels grimy, but he can’t focus enough to be disgusted with the fact when he can feel Edax deep inside him— rough and still gliding on the high of hostile kills. ( It’s damn near a miracle they even managed to make it inside, much less to his bed. ) Nails dig into the demon’s shoulder, coarse moans slipping from his lips as he presses his mouth into the other’s neck, a broken term of endearment slurring out between the sounds of groaning and slapping flesh.

              It’s hard to think straight as the muddled fog of intense pleasure floods his mind, but he’s learned to stop fighting the desire to keep his head clear. Though he was damned for it, in more ways than one, he trusted Edax enough at this point to let himself slip. Besides, he knew that the demon would likely sleep for the entirety of the following day given his post battle state. “ E— easy. ” Stuttered and trailing off into a low groan, Shasta tries to emphasis his butchered words by wrapping his legs sloppily around the demon’s waist. “ Sl...ow down. ” He hadn’t had to do much in the previous fight with Edax there, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t have bruises forming under tawny skin— and it was already difficult to keep up with the other when he was rough like this. Not to mention the fact that he was quickly approaching climax.

             He can feel skin under his nails as his grip on the noir’s shoulder tightens, back beginning to arch himself into the demon’s grasp before a particularly deep thrust finally sends the prince over the edge. An incoherent noise, possibly words, fall from lips as warmth pools between their abdomens. Tanned fingers manage to entangle themselves in the jungle of dark hair, breathless pants all but whispered into Edax’s ear.

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@theblessd​ said; " How  long  have  you  WILLINGLY  remained  alone ... ? " @ Shasta 

           Most would consider her question rather audacious— especially given the general unpredictability of his temper with those not particularly close to him. By most standards, as a prince, it wasn’t out of the realm to assume he should’ve been with a bride or a candidate. ( Though it was quite obvious that he didn’t lay any claim to the title, even if it was virtually branded into him. )

            “ Always. ” An icy orbs stares cold back at her for a moment before he turns his head back to the nimble workings at his fingertips. It was a lie— technically. He’d craved company as a child, back before he’d been retrieved from his mother’s side and brought here where he wouldn’t suffer the words and hands of others. Even now, he lived at the outermost point of the village before forest consumed the land completely. He was content being alone— liked the absence of voices that would be filled with singing birds or the tinkering of magic and craft. Loneliness still crept it’s way into his head like a stubborn disease, but she didn’t need to know that. Perhaps it was why he tolerated her presence, despite obnoxious ( in his opinion ) questions like these. “ I’m perfectly sustainable on my own. Mingling with others creates nothing but issues. ”