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Crimson Gold - Chapter 1: Dinner Invitation

Elrond x OC

Summary: Blood hunters were merely tales, even amongst the elves. For the rest of Middle Earth, they were legends, yet all were gripped by fear at the mention of them. When Thorin and his friends arrive in Rivendell they find its lord remarried and their story is even more bizarre than meets the eye.

Word count: 2,458

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, and fighting

A/N: It ended up being a bit more gore-y than expected. Not going to lie, I'm in love with the story and the character dynamics, even if this chapter isn't the best. I hope I can post the next ones soon, since I'm very much heart-eyes over this elf. I wrote the different languages (mostly) in English, instead of butchering Sindarin. They are highlighted in assigned colours. Hope you enjoy!

Sindarin Khuzdul

Upsetting rumours spread amongst the Woodmen. Many spoke of a shadow lurking around the borders of the village. Some reported seeing a dark ghost in overshadowed alleyways between the homes, but those claims came only from those who were notoriously well-oiled. One of these men was Remlas, father of four, who spent his free time drinking up the brew at the Old Oak. He swore to see the swift shadow lurking around his house with his own eyes. It appeared that whatever this entity was - a stray beast of Mirkwood, perhaps - it preferred the area around Remlas' home.

'I'm telling ya, that demon flies around my house every night. There's something inhuman about it, it leaves me shivering to my very bones!' He shook his head, repeating the same stories day by day.

But since his eyes weren't all that reliable, his worries were cast aside by his peers. They circled their index finger around the temples whenever Remlas turned his back on them, even though many had seen the silhouette themselves.

Most affected by these events was the second oldest daughter of Remlas: the young Díneloth was at the end of her teens, very much of age, yet without a suitor in sight. Her body was slender, without many curves, and her hair was thick and ashy blond; she appeared to be a good catch. She had protruding teeth, yes, but that wasn't the reason lads avoided her company - what did sculpt her face into an undesirable shape was her greediness. That made her front teeth grow longer, her fingers lankier and her hair curl upwards.

’That poor girl,’ villagers shook their heads. ’She’d never catch a husband, even if her father is a fisherman.’

It was four years since her sister’s wedding who bore two children since; Díneloth was running out of time. The whole ordeal with the shadow made the situation all the worse: now potential suitors had yet another reason to shun away from Remlas' home. Whether it was for the shadow or the ill-fame of her father, her chances at marriage were looking slimmer than ever.

No wonder then, that despite her fears of the dark, and especially of the black ghost, she was easily lured out of her home during the next full moon.

The sun sank many hours ago, and Díneloth was squeezing the fragile note to her flat chest, waiting for her family to fall asleep. Her mother was a light sleeper and always the last to drift off.

But now, it didn't matter. She had an invitation in her hand, a love note, and from no less than the charming Arasser whom she was looming over for months now. She imagined herself in the finely made, elven garments Arasser's father, the town's merchant, purchased from the wood elf king himself. She could feel the silky fabric draping over her body as she was greeted by the Elvish king himself, to dine with him and his family.

Her palms became damp at the thought and it smudged some of the note.

"Meet me when the stars are highest, at the edge of the forest by the half-broken beech."

Díneloth could contain herself no longer. She crept out of her home and flew to the thunderstruck beech like the butterflies in her stomach. She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear and licked her lips nervously. There was no one else.

The girl dusted her skirt and adjusted her collar. She read the note again, now less visible and much more crinkled. Her toe drew circles into the grass. Many minutes passed, but there was nobody in sight.

Then she heard something from the woods.

'Arasser?' She asked hopefully. The rustle only had to repeat itself once for her to follow after it. Surely, she misunderstood the note and the boy was waiting for her inside the forest.

She ventured into the woods with the eagerness of anticipation, and as such got deeper into the forest than she estimated. She was crumbling the paper between her fingers as she searched in the darkness for the figure of her suitor.

’Arasser?’ Díneloth called out again as she arrived at a tiny moonlit clearing. She finally heard that the swishing of leaves was accompanied by other sounds: it was unmistakable. There were wolves.

Perspiration ran down her forehead and chest as a sudden coldness overtook her body. The note turned fabric-like in her grip and she was gasping for air.

A figure appeared from behind an oak.

Díneloth jumped, even though her legs became stiff like the roots of a tree.

’Your father might be a drunken fool, but he was right to warn you off the forest.’

It was a woman, a girl, rather, a lot shorter and not much older than Díneloth, and yet she spoke with an unlikely wisdom. Her movements were lithe, unhurried; she was not fazed by the growling of wolves that, in contrast, grew steadily impatient. She clasped her hands behind her back as she strolled around Díneloth to stand face to face with her.

Díneloth was unable to say a word, questions clogging her mouth. She knew she had to run but was unable to.

It was obvious by the way the girl pursed her lips together that she was disgusted, even irritated by the reaction or the lack of thereof. She glanced at the moon before continuing:

’Little girls like yourself shouldn’t wander these woods alone,’ the depth of her voice was alarming, almost sing-songy. Despite being the shortest between them, she loomed over the pale, numbed Díneloth who was kneading the paper between her fingers. The girl finally brought her hands in front of her chest: she brushed a finger across a black-bladed dagger that appeared to be an extension of her own body. ’There might be a big, bad, hungry wolf lurking around.’

Without looking she threw the dagger into a tree, cutting a pair of ropes with one hit. The wolves bolted out from a nearby bush, throwing themselves at Díneloth at once. She screamed, she finally screamed, and that left the girl with a pleased smirk.

She took a well-earned sip from a flask she carried. She was unbothered, even entertained by the bestial dinner, and the shrieks accompanying it were like notes of a graceful melody. The beasts gorged on Díneloth’s body with the ravenous hunger that could only come about after weeks of starvation. It no longer mattered if it was the juicy thigh or the boney finger. The insides were gushed carelessly out to the ground, bits and pieces of liver and the lungs laid half-eaten, almost still living.

The girl barely blinked. The feast was mirrored perfectly on her eyes, each and every drop of blood doubled on their surface. Flesh was torn away from flesh with a rippling sound – yet moist. The freshly sprang grass was tainted red as if the blades of grass were the devouring fangs.

The blood steeped behind her eyelids and flooded her eyes. They were no longer warm and brown.

They glistened like red metal.

***

Thorin and his company were chased down on a dry plain – even though Radagast did gain them some time, the orcs discovered them regardless. Kili aimed one of his last arrows, shooting the goblin right between his mud-yellow eyes, while the rest of the Company slid into a small fissure. If it weren’t for Thorin’s screams, the young dwarf’s boldness would have been his demise.

He quickly followed suit, joining his friends under the cover of rock. That was when they heard a horn – deep, yet musical, it was unmistakable. Thorin was about to voice the despise he felt for their Elvish saviours when they heard another sound. A crowing battle cry that sent shivers down their spines.

’Blood hunters?’ Ori muttered in terror. Balin shook his head in disbelief, but he had to smooth his beard down to detangle his nerves. He never thought he would ever hear such sounds. The rest of the Company all looked to Gandalf, hoping he could give them an explanation. The sounds of bloodshed followed them down to the rift, and a badly severed orc body had fallen through, causing a slight upheaval amongst them. The wizard poked the creature’s head, but when he saw his wounds, he followed:

’Just one,’ he corrected Ori’s remark.

***

Little did they know, they entered the premises of Rivendell through the Hidden Pass. Or rather, little did the dwarves know, for Gandalf was no stranger of the place. Thorin needed a bit of convincing, and his protests hardly died down by the time they descended into the valley and walked through the entrance of the Last Homely House.

Bilbo was in awe at the beauty of Imladris. He had seen waterfalls in the Shire – or so he thought, but they were merely more than a couple inches, a step the river had to take. These, however, these were cascading down from rocky walls, roaring down with the white fierceness of foam. The water that fell was no longer the same; it was hard like earth and thin like air. It was as the house before him: delicately designed, yet indestructible.

He didn’t even register the conversation between Gandalf and the elf that greeted them when he was dragged into the middle of the circle of dwarves. They all gripped their weapons firmly, and Bilbo could only see the heads of the elf riders as they galloped around them. He was nearly squashed by Bofur, and Óin stepped on his toes, but the hobbit had no opportunity to grumble. The elvish soldiers finally stood still.

’Gandalf!’ Elrond exclaimed when catching sight of the Gray Wizard.

’Lord Elrond,’ the wizard smiled with a hint of friendly annoyance at the elf’s flamboyant entrance. ’Mellonnen! Where have you been?’

’We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South,’ the lord replied, dismounting from his horse with grace. ’We slew a number near the hidden pass,’ he gave Gandalf a brief hug before lending the orc weapon to Lindir. ’Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near.’

’Ah,’ the Gray Wizard gestured at his friends. ’that may have been us.’

It was exactly when three other riders appeared on the horizon, approaching the entrance. Two ellons halted by the statues, while the lead horseman took a swift circle around the crowd before stopping next to Elrond’s black stallion.

A woman hopped off the horse. Her armour was almost an exact replica of Elrond’s, only tailored to her body and allowed for more flexibility. Her dark waves were wild, just like chestnut trees during autumn, and black orc blood stained both her hair strands and her clothing. Her face was soft, only some fine lines gracing her face, more so as ornaments of wisdom than scars of old age. Most curiously of all, she was barely above the height of the dwarves.

’Got carried away again?’ Elrond smiled knowingly as the woman approached them.

’A couple fled; we followed them to the edge of the forest. They were heading to Amon Sul by their talks,’ she took the gloves from her hands to try and comb her unruly hair into something presentable. The elf smoothed her strands down with a gesture that was deeply filled with love.

'I Chíril Imladris,' Gandalf bowed to the woman then noted kindly, with suspicion dripping from his words. 'Are you sure you are not of Elvish descent? Age does not seem to plague you.'

'Are you trying to flatter my wife to gain admittance to Rivendell?' Elrond chuckled as he snaked a long arm around the woman's waist.

’Mae Govannen, Mithrandir,’ she greeted him with a bow of her head. Her voice was silvery, like drops into undisturbed water. Even Gandalf found it difficult to hold onto grudges at the hearing of it.

'A woman warrior?' Thorin spitted; he did not mask his disapproval.

'Keep your insults inside your mouth, Thorin Oakenshield,' the wizard scolded the dwarf. 'This is Saeleth, Lady of Rivendell. You'd better know that she's a finer swordsman than any of you. And the very blood hunter you've broken out in a sweat over mere minutes ago.'

There was a turmoil of whisper amongst the dwarves – most of them, especially the young ones had no idea what a blood hunter was, but they certainly had a different image in mind. More so goblin-like or maybe a robust warrior of Men. Someone dark and menacing. Maybe a bit more hairy.

The woman on the hand of Lord Elrond certainly did not fit the description.

Saeleth had some of the colour washed from her face at the mention. Most tittle-tattle faded out years ago, and although her uncomplimentary epessë was still favoured among many Elves of Imladris, it was only behind her back. Nobody dared to call her Nahtare, and definitely not in front of Lord Elrond.

He glanced around. The tension was tangible, even his warriors twitched uncomfortably. He stepped ahead to calm the nerves:

’Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.’

’I do not believe we have met,’ the dwarf replied with not much couth.

’You have your grandfather’s bearing,’ Elrond allowed his remark to slide, sighing his words out. He scanned the dwarf prince – or now king – and there was no mistaking he had Dúrin’s blood flowing through his veins. ’I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain.’

’Indeed,’ Thorin scoffed curiously. ’He made no mention of you.’

The Lord of Rivendell frowned, sucking air in between his clenched teeth.

’ Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests,’ he ordered, not once taking his eyes off the black-haired dwarf.

’What does he sayin’?’ Glóin barked, taking all the offence. ’Does he offer us insult?’

It was like oil to the fire, another, louder outburst waved through the dwarf company and they were no slower to raise their weapons.

’No, Master Glóin, he’s offering you food,’ Gandalf explained soothingly, which calmed their nerves in no time. Dwarves were, after all, by nature temperamental, emotions running high and low. They were just as quick to anger as they were to cool down. Glóin cleared his throat.

’Ah, well,’ he gestured with his axe. ’In that case, lead on.’

’Welcome to Rivendell, Thorin Oakenshield and Company,’ Saeleth welcomed them, speaking their own, secret dwarvish language with fluency.

Elrond exchanged a brief, good-humoured look with Gandalf, before taking his wife’s hand. As they passed Lindir, the ellon shifted away from her with panic.

'Do not fear, Lindir,' Elrond laughed. 'I am the one sharing my bed with her.'

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years

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Flower: Zabuza x OC fem reader

!This fic is 18+!

Warnings: Swearing, big ole meanie Gato, mentions of abuse towards OC, petnames, kidnapping, mentions of beatings, unwanted touch (not by Zabuza), virginity loss, mentions of blood, breading kink, zero protection, big softy Zabs, basically porn with a plot

Word count: 3,300

Remaining silent, Hana looked down as she was dragged in chains into a large room. The room was dimly lite with wall lights, the floor was cold below her bare feet. She was dressed in basically a sheet after she was stripped of her clothes.

She knew of her fathers gambling debt with a underground drug dealer, Gato, however he assured her and her mother that it was taken care of.

Unfortunately, “taken care of" meant it came in the form of repayment with Hana's life. At 19, she was dragged from her mother, screaming as her father was ferociously beat within an inch of his life.

That’s all she remembers from that day, a mere 3 weeks ago. The look of despair in her mother’s face as she was dragged from her home, never to see her family again.

Now she stood, next to Gato as he prepared to bargain for her life.

He had informed her that she would be used as payment to a Ninja from the land of the Waves. She was expected to serve him however he desired.

Looking down, she stood next to Gato as he talked with the large, stoic man sitting on a throne.

“What is this" the large man replies looking at Hana’s small meek form as Gato smiled widely, pushing Hana forward towards the man.

“Oh this? This is part of your payment. Consider it a gift from me to you" Gato smiled smugly as the large man stood at attention.

Walking down towards Hana, she continued to look at the ground as she was too afraid to meet the eyes of the large, built man.

He gently lifted her chin up to meet his eyes as her looked into her gorgeous light golden eyes.

She was stunning. Long chestnut hair flowed freely to her back. She had a small, beautiful face and a gorgeous lush body. She was a site to behold to the rough looking demon of the mist.

“She is pure, yes?” the man said, still looking down at Hana’s beautiful face.

“As pure as snow Zabuza” Gato said smugly as he watched the man observed Hana's face more intently.

He could tell she had been beat by Gato and his men. The look of fear in her eyes told him she had seen her fair share of horrors.

He could see the tears forming in her eyes as he gently wiped them away. That one act of kindness was more than she had been shown in her weeks of capture with Gato.

“Haku" Zabuza shouted as a young, beautiful boy approached from the shadows.

“Yes Zabuza" he said softly as he observed Hana.

“Take this girl to my room” he instructed as Haku bowed to the man and walked up to the young lady.

Looking back to the floor, she followed the young boy to a large room deeper in the cavern. On one side, a large bed sat while on the other, a bath and changing area.

“He won’t hurt you" Haku said as she nodded slightly making his exit.

Sitting on the bed, Hana waits. She isn’t sure what she is waiting for but she knows the large man will come soon. She just hoped whatever he had planned wouldn’t hurt.

The door opens slowly as Hana stand, looking once again at the floor.

Zabuza looks at Hana as he approaches her. She looks up at him slowly, noticing his face covered with a wrap, and his eyes boring holes into her head.

He had a beautiful face, at least from what she could see. His hair was dark as night and his body built like a stone statue.

He stares at her for a few minutes, as if she is an illusion, one that will disappear if he blinks.

“You will stay with me" he says harshly as he looks down at her small form.

“o-ok" she squeaks out softly as the man watches her intently.

“Call me Zabuza” he says looking at you “what is your name pretty one?”

He lifts her chin softly as he stares directly into her eyes.

The name made her heart flutter as she looked to him.

“Hana" she said softly as he maintained eye contact with the large man.

“You will be safe with me my flower. Nobody will harm you" he says as he turns, walking out of the room as she sank to the bed.

She wasn’t 100% sure of the large man but for some reason, she trusted him.

The weeks go by as Hana adjusts to her new life as Zabuza's servant. He treats her kindly as she goes about tending to his every need.

She spends her days preparing meals and tending to cleaning. He doesn’t pay much mind to her as he rarely acknowledges her, preferring to remain silent in her presence.

She rarely sees the stoic man and only hears him when he is instructing Haku and his followers in combat training.

He is very loud and harsh to his men. He doesn’t hold back on their training. He knows what they need to do to be strong. He pushes them to their limits in order for them to get better fighters.

However, his strong attitude doesn’t extend to Hana. He treats her as his flower, precious and fragile. He sleeps with her nightly but has yet to touch her. His desire to claim her is primal, however he despite his rough appearance, he’s nervous to scare her.

He watches her from afar as she picks flowers and harvests vegetables. She looks so angelic in his eyes. He’s sworn his life to protect her. He doesn’t know why he feels this attachment to her but whatever the reason, he will not waiver from his path of being her guardian.

The weeks pass as Hana finds herself growing accustomed to her new life. She enjoys the freedoms Zabuza has given her. She spends most of her free time in the flower fields, picking and gathering flowers.

The flowers remind Hana of her life with her mother and father. Her parents owned a small floral stand that she would help tend in the summer and fall. She loved the smell of the fresh flowers on a warm , sunny afternoon. Nothing beat the feeling of the being surrounded by pure beauty.

One afternoon, she retreats the fields to finish making her floral crown she had been working on. She enjoyed the fresh scent of the flowers as she hummed happily, unaware of prying eyes upon her body.

“What a gorgeous creature sitting out here all alone" a voice sounds from behind her as she startles suddenly.

She stares at the two men watching her intently as she weaves flowers into her crown.

Feeling frightened, she stands up, gathering her items as she begins to retreat from the two men.

“Where are you going Angel" one of the men says grabbing onto Hana's arm harshly.

Wincing, Hana stares up to the man as she tries to pull her arm away.

“I have to go now, my-" she says before she is cut off.

“Why are you leaving so soon sweetheart? We just want to have a little fun. Maybe get to know you a little more?” the other man chimes in as they both grip her arms tightly as her eyes well up with tears. They pull her towards them as she drops her basket, trying to fight her way from the men’s hold.

“Tell us sweetheart” the one man chuckles “are you pure?”

She gulps harshly as she struggles to speak, afraid of what the men might do to her.

Tears fall from her eyes as she cries, hoping this nightmare will end quickly. She prays to whatever God’s will hear her that someone will come to her rescue.

“Let her go" a voice says from behind her as she continues to cry, thankful for her savior.

“Zabuza" one of the men says as they both push her away from them, causing her to crash go the ground.

Zabuza approaches quickly as he picks her up quickly. Grabbing onto him, she nuzzles her face into his hardened chest as her tears continue to fall.

Zabuza stares at the men as he rubs her shoulder softly. Never once breaking eye contact with the men, he asks her “Did these thugs hurt you my flower?”

Nodding fiercely, she pushed her head further into his strong figure.

Zabuza is furious at the thugs for hurting his precious flower. For soiling her with their filthy hands. Gripping her tightly and laying a soft kiss upon the top of her head, he summons Haku. Haku appears out of nowhere as he approaches them swiftly.

“Take Hana to my room" he said harshly as Haku grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Zabuza.

Walking back to the home, you heard screams sounding from the forest where she had left Zabuza and the men. Haku holds your hand tighter as he consoles you on your walk back to the home.

Guiding her to the room, Haku left Hana alone as he returned to Zabuza. He assured her that no further harm would come to her as she nodded softly.

She sat for what felt like hours waiting for the man to return. The door opened slowly as his gaze met hers. She stood from the bed as he walked swiftly towards her, grabbing her small waist and pulling her into him.

Leaning down, he laid a swift harsh kiss upon her soft lips as she hummed into his mouth. She reached her arms around his neck as he groped her soft waist.

He deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her small mouth as he groaned against her body. She was so small in his arms but she felt so good. She allowed him to easily dominate the kiss as she ached for more.

Pulling back, he lifted his arm to caress her soft cheek. She smiled softly as she leaned into his large hand.

“No one will harm you ever again my flower" he says as he holds her close to his large body, shielding her from any danger.

It was the first time in her life that she felt truly safe and secure. The first time since she had been forced away from her mother that she felt true love.

After the field incident, Zabuza restricted Hana's movements in order to protect her. He accompanied her everywhere she went and kept her within his grasp.

He kept a tight grasp on her waist or thigh as he sat next to her. He held her nightly as they slept. He had yet to take her purity and she was anxious. She was ready to give it to the man she had come to care deeply for.

Taking a bath in the room, Hana emerged from the warm water. She wrapped a light robe around her naked body as she untied her hair and began to lightly brush through the strands.

The door opened as she set her brush down and turned to see the face of her lover. He crossed the room in two strides as he grabbed her waist, pulling her into him swiftly.

He kissed her as her hands roamed up his shoulders to his neck. He pulled her in harder as he began to feel his erection growing in his pants as they kissed. His tongue danced on her lips as he asked for entrance to which she graciously granted.

Pulling away softly, he looked at her, placing his forehead on hers.

“I need you flower” he said softly as Hana pulled back from the large man. She turned around as she loosened the strings of her robe. She knew it was time.

Zabuza looked at Hana as she dropped the floral robe from her body revealing a perfect naked form below. She stood, with her back facing him as his eyes drank in her gorgeous nude body. Her ass was so plush and supple. Her thighs so lush and full. She was perfection to him.

He could feel his pants tighten as she looked over her shoulder toward the tall, strong warrior. She knew exactly what she wanted.

He slowly approached her as she turned her head to look forward and catch her breath. She was nervous to say the least but she was ready. She was ready to be claimed by the demon of the mist.

He reached for her soft skin as he touched her lightly. He was almost afraid she wasn’t real, that the imagine in front of him was a mirage on a hot summer day. That is mind was playing tricks on him.

Touching her shoulder lightly, he traced her upper back as she covered her breast and soaking cunt with her bare hands.

“Don’t be shy pretty one" he whispered as he kissed her shoulders, grabbing her hips as his hands trailed to massage her firm, lush ass.

She moaned as he growled in her ear, his lips tracing her skin as she kept her eyes forward, focusing solely on the pleasure radiating from behind her.

“You are so pure my love" he whispers as he bites softly into her neck, causing her to throw her head back in bliss as she moans loudly “tell me, my love, tell me you want me to take your virtue. Tell me you want me to be the only man to ever have you.”

She moans as she nods frantically. His grip tightens on her hip and his hand begins to snake down to her soaking wet core.

“Tell me pretty one. Tell me who owns you" he says as she moans, feeling his hand right above your hardened clit.

“You Zabuza, it’s always been you" she chokes out as he smiles into the crook of her neck as she rolls her head to the side.

“Let me make you feel good pretty one" he smirks as he places his large, rough finger on her hardened bud and begins to rub slowly.

She has never felt such pleasure. The sensation is so new, so different. She begins to feel a weird knot form in her stomach as she moans loudly.

Lost in bliss, her head falls back to his chest as she can feel his hardened cock straining against his pants.

He rubs small, quick circles on her clit as she moans his name louder and louder with each asking minute.

“Zabuza, it feels so good" she cries as her mouth falls open with pleasure.

He smiles as he bites down on her neck, rubbing faster as she feels her core tighten, aching for release.

“come for me pretty one, let go" he says softly into her ear as she nods frantically chasing her release. She has never felt this amazing.

She feels her breath hitching as her legs shake slightly from the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm ripping thought her fiercely.

Removing his hand from her clit, he grabs her hips as he lightly grinds his hardened member into her soft ass. He growls possessively in her ear as she feels his large member growing harder more

“turn around my love" he says sweetly as she turns to face him.

His breath stops as he gazes at the gorgeous sight before him. Her body is so perfect. Her breasts full and cunt soaking. He swears he must be in paradise.

Walling slowly up to him, Hana pushes him back to the bed as she slowly gets to her knees.

“My pretty one" he says as he brushes her hair from her face as she smiles up at him.

She grabs his pants, slowly pulling them down as he leans back on the bed.

His large hardened member springs free as she gasps at its size. She is unsure of how it will even fit in her small body.

He chuckles at your reaction as you blush “don’t worry pretty one, I won’t go too hard on you"

She smiles softly as she licks her palm and gently place it on his hardened cock. He groans as she moves her small hand up and down his cock, watching him as he groans. His groans making her cunt spasm and clench with anticipation as she thinks about his cock sinking deep inside of her.

He watches her as she continues to stroke him gently. He can see her squirming, waiting to be fucked senseless by him.

He smiles as he grips her small arm, pulling her up towards him as he lays her down on the bed.

Kissing her neck softly, he trails his lips down to her hardened nipples as he lightly sucks them.

Meanwhile, she fists his hair as he groans, rubbing his cock on the bed as he gets closer and closer to her heated core.

Looking up at her, he adjusts to put one hand beside her head as he rubs his cock between her wet folds.

Groaning as he feels her wetness seep onto his tip, he lines up with her soaking entrance as he slowly pushes into her tight cavern.

He groans as she cry lightly, tears falling from her eyes as you feel the pressure and tightness of his massive cock. She feels the sweet stretch of her cunt molding to his large cock. The feeling is new and overwhelming. It feels like she’s being ripped in half.

“you are doing so well pretty one, I’m almost in my love" he says groaning as he pushes himself past her maiden barrier and deep into her wet cunt. He kisses her tears away as he gives her a moment to adjust to his large size. He places his other hand firmly on her hip as be looks down at her beautiful figure.

“so beautiful, so wet" he growls as he slowly pulls out, pushing back in “and all mine!”

He slowly thrusts into her as the pain begins to fade and pleasure overtakes. His cock is so big, he fills her up to the fullest.

“Oh fuck Zabuza-" she moan as she arches her back, helping him to reach her magical spot. The feeling is unreal as her stomach begins to tighten with that familiar feeling.

Quickening his pace, he fucks her faster as he growls into your neck. She can barely speak. All the emerges is tiny squeaks and moans from the sheer amount of pleasure radiating from their bodies.

“Fuck pretty one, I’m going to claim this cunt. Fill it up with my seed. Make you mine" he growls as his pace picks up faster as she sobs holding onto her release.

“Fuck, please breed me Zabuza. Please I want to come so badly" she cries as he looks down at her with a growl.

“You want me to put a baby in your belly pretty one. You want to be the mother of the demon of the mists offspring" he growls as he rams into her harder and faster. His mind clouded an a lust filled haze as he thinks about impregnating his gorgeous flower.

“Yes Zabuza please, please give it to me" she screams as the cord in her stomach finally snaps and her cunt squeezes his cock deliciously.

“Oh fuck, Hana I’m going to come-" he groans as he presses his pelvis hard into her making her scream from the pressure. She can feel the ropes of cum spurting into her fertile womb as her mind begins to clear.

Breathing heavily and looking down at her he sees her soft, beautiful smile as he kisses her deeply.

“Be my wife Hana" he says as he budges her nose softly as he kisses down her jaw. Smiling widely, she nods as he lays his forehead against hers.

Pulling out of her, she winces at the pain as he sees his member covered in her maiden blood.

Proud of his accomplishments, he pulls her closer to him as he kisses her on the forehead.

“Rest my flower" he says as he covers her, helping her drift softly to sleep.

taglist: @axoxtxhxh

#zabuza #zabuza smut #zabuza momochi #naruto #naruto oneshot #naruto fic #naruto fanfiction #naruto season 1 #naruto smut

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lifeofkaze · 2 years

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The Ghosts of Christmas Past

@whatwouldvalerydo

Merry Christmas to my friend I'd hide behind in every fight, and not only because she's impressively tall and owns it like the Queen she is, but because you'd be borderline mad to mess with her.

Thank you for letting me borrow Leila and answering all my random questions. Thank you for always listening to my problems big or small, thank you for checking in on me whenever I need it without me even having to tell you, thank you for your incredible talent and stories and thank you for being you.

I couldn't be more honoured to be your friend 💛💙

OCs mentioned belongs to @whatwouldvalerydo (obvs), @the-al-chemist @kc-and-co @thatravenpuffwitch @that-scouse-wizard

Llewellyn Manor lay shrouded in silence. Night had fallen over the many buildings of the former dragon sanctuary and the grounds lay peacefully in the silver moonlight. It had started to snow earlier in the day and an icy wind was blowing, stirring the dark waters of the many ponds interspersed between the hills and cliffs.

Inside the manor, Leila Willows sat in front of a roaring fire. She didn’t mind the cold weather much, but if she had to choose, she would always prefer the comfortable warmth of her fireplace to the chill of the North wind blowing outside.

She looked at the woman sitting in the armchair across from her. Leila had half expected the atmosphere in the room to as frosty as the temperatures outside, but much to her surprise, the flickering flames and the hot brandy they were sharing had melted the ice between Leila and her unlikely guest; that and the countless hours of relentless drill she had put her student through today.

If a few weeks ago anybody had told Leila with whom she would be spending Christmas Eve, she would have laughed at the idea of keeping someone like Ava Campbell for company.

Ava sat with her feet drawn up onto her armchair, resting her glass of brandy on top of her knees while staring into the fire. It was warm in the room so she had rolled the sleeves of her jumper up to expose her arms. Angry red cuts and scars crisscrossed her pale skin, some fresh and some already fading, the result of her studies in the ancient ways of blood magic.

Leila’s own arms had looked quite similar only a few hours ago, but due to being a half-demon Leila was able to heal more quickly than a normal human being. Ava could have used a spell or potion to heal her wounds of course, but for a reason unknown to Leila, she preferred not to interfere.

She wondered why Ava refused to make things easier for herself. Maybe she didn’t care for the pain, or maybe she just liked the scars, although Leila couldn’t imagine why. She flexed her wrists subconsciously and thought about the big scar running over her thigh. Scars had a peculiar way of making you remember the pain which had come alongside them.

Or hide what was hidden underneath.

“Why are you here?” Leila suddenly asked into the silence.

Ava slowly looked away from the fireplace and raised an eyebrow.

“What an odd question to ask.”

“Not at all,” Leila replied. She leaned back in her armchair and let her finger wander over the rim of her glass, her vivid green eyes boring into Ava’s. “Why are you here, and not with your family on Christmas Eve?”

Ava’s face was giving away nothing. “There is nothing I need my family could give to me.”

“Don’t talk about your family like they’re an asset,” Leila suddenly hissed sharply and leaned forward. “You should be grateful you still have one.”

Ava didn’t so much as flinch at Leila’s shifted mood, and silence stretched between the two women again; this time, however, it was far less comfortable than before.

“When you came here,” Leila started again, “what made you think that I would teach you?”

“Why does that matter?”

“It matters because I say so.”

Ava looked at Leila for a moment and the corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly.

“I knew you would teach me because you’re lonely.”

Leila’s eyes narrowed and she bared her teeth with the small, pointed fangs to something between a snarl and a grin. She wasn’t surprised at Ava’s bluntness, however.

When Ava had first come to the manor Leila had been startled by the disturbing resemblance between Ava and her great-grandmother Carolyn Nyberg, who Leila had gone to school with. She had soon learned that the similarities ran deeper than their looks; Ava was just as - if not more - snarky and biting with her remarks than Carolyn had been.

“Do you want to know why I think you’re here?” Leila asked, her eyes fixed on Ava.

“By all means, enlighten me.”

“You’re running,” Leila said and tilted her head to the side, watching Ava closely. “I don’t know what from, and if you’d come to me a few years ago, I probably wouldn’t have cared. But I know that look in your eyes. I remember it well.”

Ava stared at her and then turned her head to the fireplace again, the flames painting flickering shadows onto her features.

“I’m not running,” she said coolly. “I’m here to learn. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Fine,” Leila replied and emptied her glass. She put it down on the side table next to her with an audible clink before she got up and walked to the door. Before she left the room, she paused.

“You’re here to learn?” Leila snorted. “Fine. Let me teach you something then. Come.”

She led Ava away from the warmly lit parlour and deeper into the dark bowels of the manor. Many of the rooms they passed were unused these days and the furniture covered in white dustsheets, but walking by them, Leila’s memories made them come to life once more.

She saw twinkling lights and garlands peeking through the doorways, crackling fires chasing away the shadows, and colourful stockings, candles and presents everywhere. She could almost smell the scent of oranges, cloves and cinnamon in the air and hear the deep rumbling laughter of her husband in duet with the high giggling of her son as they were fooling around with the decorations, instead of putting them up.

But when Leila opened the door to her study, the lights in front of her inner eye faded and the room was like she had left it, dark and silent.

She walked over to her bookshelf and picked up one of the pictures displayed on it. Without a word she handed it to Ava, who looked between Leila and the picture quizzically.

“What is this?”

“These,” Leila said and nodded towards the people in the picture, “are my housemates from my time at school. Or were,” she corrected herself, “most of them are dead by now.”

She ran her finger over the glass, tapping each of the smiling faces as she told Ava about what she remembered about them.

“This here is Adelia Selwyn, sweet girl with a great mind. Went on to become a potioneer and healer,” Leila said, pointing to a petite girl with blonde hair and a high collared dress, which Leila believed had been the latest fashion back then. She wasn’t entirely sure, though; she had never cared for jewels and dresses like the other Slytherin girls had.

Her finger wandered along the line to a small woman with a pointy face holding a slender cane. Next to her stood another woman with rather plain looking features which still seemed somewhat familiar to Ava.

“Marigold Sterling, one of my best friends. Brilliant witch, savvy with a sword. And Ophelia Burke. She was an odd one, but still part of the group.”

“Burke?” Ava said looking up. “As in Borgin & Burkes?”

“Might be. No one knows what became of her. Left school early, married, disappeared. These two you should know of course,” Leila continued and pointed to the man and woman next to Ophelia Burke.

Ava immediately recognised her great-grandfather Bradford Pendleton IV, although she had never seen a picture of him looking so young. His hand rested on the shoulder of the woman standing in front of him, who was staring at the camera with a faintly impatient look in her eyes.

“Bradford Pendleton and Carolyn Nyberg, the popular kids of Slytherin house. You remind me of Carolyn a lot.”

Ava waited for her to go on, but Leila merely glanced at Ava out of the corner of her eyes and snorted.

“I never liked her much.”

The corners of Ava’s mouth twitched as she looked at the picture of her great-grandparents. “People keep telling me. That my great-grandmother and I look alike.”

“That’s not it,” Leila said and shook her head. “Not all of it. You have the same wit Carolyn did. The same ambition. The same disregard for extenuations.”

Ava made a dismissive sound but Leila continued regardless.

“Carolyn and I were never friends, but I did respect her. She didn’t show her soft side to a lot of people, but it was there. Not many got under her skin, but those who did she defended with her life.”

“Then she and I are nothing alike,” Ava said curtly and Leila noticed that her voice was shaking ever so slightly.

She thought about pressing her on the matter, but Ava pointed at the huge figure of a man standing next to Leila herself.

“Who’s this? Another Slytherin?”

A soft smile stole onto Leila’s face. “That is Reuben Willows. And no, he wasn’t a Slytherin. He was a Ravenclaw.”

“A Ravenclaw?” Ava repeated and sounded surprised. “Why is he in your picture then?”

“Because Reuben was always by my side. First as my rival, then as my friend, and eventually as my husband. But always as the love of my life.”

In her own family, no one had ever cared for human beliefs and traditions, so it had been Reuben who had introduced Leila to the wonders of Christmas in the first place. The countless years they had spent decorating the manor, watching their son Connor open his gifts with an excited smile on his face and sharing mulled drinks in front of the fireplace had been the happiest in Leila’s life.

Leila’s heart was aching for Reuben’s arms around her, but at the same time it was filled with warmth and so much love for her family - her own little family - that it was close to bursting.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” Ava asked quietly, and the sound of her voice brought Leila back into the present.

“With all my heart,” Leila said earnestly. “Just like he loved me. Everyone deserves to be as loved as I was by Reuben, even if it’s only once in their lifetime.”

Ava had been looking at Leila attentively, but now, she seemed to draw back into herself.

“Sometimes a love like this brings nothing but pain.”

“Even if love breaks, it remains a part of us forever. Like the scars on your skin, love leaves a trace on the heart that may fade, but will never disappear entirely.”

Leila set the picture down onto her desk. “Christmas is no time for running. It’s a time to pause and be grateful for what you have, because to someone else, this might be all they have ever wished for.”

Her face softened as she watched Ava, whose eyes were lingering on the image of her great-grandmother.

“Go home,” she said gently. “You can continue learning tomorrow.”

“Is that the end of today’s lesson?” Ava scoffed, but her voice was constricted and Leila saw how hard she was fighting to not let her emotions get the better of her. She inclined her head slightly.

“It is.”

“Good.”

Ava turned around and walked away, leaving Leila behind in the dark study. Just before she could step into the hallway again, she turned her head and gave Leila a look over her shoulder. Her words were so low Leila wasn’t sure a hearing less sharp than hers would have picked them up at all.

“Thank you.”

In all her time at the manor, Leila had learned that Ava was hard to predict; but this time, Leila was sure she knew exactly what her student would do.

And really, a few minutes later, Ava stepped out of the main entrance to the house. She walked out into the night until she reached the edge of the pool of light the parlour window was casting into the darkness.

She paused and looked up at the window of Leila’s study. The hint of a smile played around Ava’s lips before a sharp crack sounded through the night and Ava had disappeared from sight.

Leila’s eyes lingered on the spot where Ava had Disapparated for a moment longer. She brought her glass to her lips and took a sip, humming Reuben’s favourite carol to herself as she wandered back to her desk again.

Picking up the picture again, she looked down at Reuben’s beaming face with a loving smile. After a moment, they wandered over to Carolyn, who looked so much like her great-granddaughter it made Leila shake her head.

The Carolyn in the picture rolled her eyes at Leila, before giving her fiancé Bradford a quick but loving smirk which made Leila chuckle. Carolyn had never been as tough as she let everyone believe.

Her thoughts returned to Ava and the secrets she was hiding.

Scoff all you want, little one, she thought to herself. When it comes down to it, you and Carolyn are more alike than you think.

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts legacy #leila hellebore #ava campbell #merry christmas to you #you absolute queen 💛💙#wine club stories 🌻

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42wallaby-way-sydney · 3 years

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Domestic AU Headcanons:

More headcanons for the Ranskahov bros as well as my ocs for the Veles Mafia:

[First Set Here]

A/N: I would like to preface this by saying that these are largely inspired by my boyfriend and his thoughts/experiences/feelings about moving from Russia to the United States and things that he went through growing up in Russia.

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- Anatoly can't spell very well and when he's texting in English, many words are misspelled and his grammar isn't correct.

- Vladimir is afraid of spiders.

- Valery doesn't like cats and has had to get rid of kittens as a child in Russia. This is the reason he doesn't like cats and will never have one as a pet. Bad memories for him. But he thinks that having a chameleon would be the coolest pet. Liliya deadpan tells him absolutely not.

- The Veles Russians all call squid calamari. "Squid in Russian is kal'mar! Calamari! It is not my fault that Americans do not call calamari the right name!"

- Liliya has a sweet tooth like no one's business and if it came between a snickers and Russian candies, she'd pick Russian with no hesitation.

- Matvei calls himself a functioning alcoholic and has said on more than one occasion that it's only because of having a job that he doesn't drink all day long.

- All of the Russians chase their vodka with juice. Liliya loves pineapple. Vladimir loves orange. Vera loves cranberry-mango. Anatoly, Matvei, Piotr, Sergei, and Valery don't really care too much about what flavor the juice is.

- If she could, Yulia would drop everything and do meth again. She'd sell her soul for it. "God I miss doing meth..."

- Vladimir's favorite food is sushi. This does not mean in any way, shape, or form that he eats it 'the proper way'. No, what he does is he takes his sushi apart and reassembles multiple different types of sushi to create his own unique type. Yuri is constantly offended for his wife, Yuriko.

- Anatoly sometimes wishes he could quit smoking but really, he knows that won't ever happen. Sometimes when he's stressed out, he smokes every fifteen minutes and has been known to buy multiple packs a day.

- Piotr is a speed demon when driving and is the only member of the Veles mafia to join said mafia accidently. As a kid, Piotr really wanted to move to the States and "always had this feeling deep down that it would happen." Vladimir connects to that feeling very well because he had it too as a kid.

- Look, Vladimir makes literally The Best potatoes known to man. This is no exaggeration. It is magic of some degree.

- Anatoly loves to play poker and many nights the Veles crew have been found chasing vodka with juice and playing poker.

- Vladimir loves sci-fi and wants a smart house. He would be the first to set up a google home in the Veles garage as well as his apartment.

- Anatoly loves the color gray. I've said it before and I'll just say it again.

- Sergei barely remembers things about Russian history and hates himself just a bit for it because he feels as though he should remember his history and culture and just.... doesn't.

- The Veles mafia and Tracksuit Draculas have had so many run ins with each other that it's a wonder Matt and Clint have had to fight their respective Russian mafias.

- Vladimir gets 'hustle' and 'hassle' mixed up all of the time. He also has the hardest time saying 'miso' soup. He usually pronounces it as "meezo" soup.

- To Vera, all noodles are pasta. Doesn't matter if it's ramen, udon, low mein, lasagna, or spaghetti. It is all just pasta to her.

- Valery calls spring rolls, egg rolls, dumplings, and crab rangoons wontons. He claims that they are all the same thing. Yuri is once again lowkey offended for his wife since she is not present to hear this.

- Anatoly was an awful student in school. He was very bored, sat in the back, and tended to goof off more often than not. Vladimir was the complete opposite and excelled in history.

- Yulia speaks and writes in English far more than she does in Russian and has forgotten some words. She is mildly embarrassed and annoyed with herself.

- Anatoly lowkey highkey wants a big ass aquarium in his office at the Veles garage.

- Sergei loves beer and will drink beer over vodka in a heartbeat.

- Vladimir is a human garbage disposal. If it's food, he will eat it.

- Anatoly loves trail mix and buys packs of it from stores, always adding in loads of cashews. Vera, Yulia, and Sergei call him a "squirrely fucker". He always threatens to fire them.

- Valery and Vladimir once took two hours to install a ceiling fan in the Veles garage. This involved very much yelling, cursing, and screaming. Anatoly was found by Vera, sighing out, "I hope they both get electrocuted..." While at that exact moment Vladimir could be heard yelling, "I know which one [the wires] is responsible for what!" And Valery screaming back, "Responsible?! Here's your responsibility, mother fucker! To turn the lights on, not shock me!"

- One of Vladimir's favorite movies is The Fifth Element. He also loves Eurotrip and Interstate 60.

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A/N: I don't know, may continue this with more headcanons in the future because I do have more I'm just a tad lazy right now and having an awful time with my laptop because I need a new one rip.

#domestic au #veles russian mafia #veles russians #daredevil #vladimir ranskahov #anatoly ranskahov #liliya braginskaya #valery braginsky #etc etc too lazy to type all of their names sorry not sorry #sinnamon rolls #too vile and sick for this world #marvel #my writing #the ocs

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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tell us about ur new oc!

Thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about her! I have a lot.

I’ve actually mentioned her before but before I figured everything out. I rp her in a server with my friends.

Her name is Huáng Xiàróng (煌夏荣 Brilliant Summer Glory)! Her name used to be Yuán but I changed it. I’ve created one design for her, I don’t draw often so it’s not the best but I tried. I’ll post her demon form and picrew of her human form at the end.

Originally she was supposed to be a motherly figure. That… uhh did not exactly go as planned. I kinda made her feral instead- also she used to be a straight up villain.

She’s a rabbit/bunny demon. Specifically a Manchurian hare. She has a mix of black, brown and gray fur with three spots on the side of her face which are replaced by freckles in human form. She has a notch on her ear and some spots there too. She has slight wavy hair with braids in the back.

Her hair is black with green strands, kinda like Mei which was completely unintentional and I only realized that now. Her eyes are green but they change to red when angered and brown when annoyed. She has a frilly dress. She has a tattoo on her back, 戰士 meaning warrior. Her height is 6 feet and 2 inches. She’s around 3000, maybe a bit younger and physically looks 35 - 40.

Small tw here, she has scars from years of fighting.

Abilities:

She can shapeshift to various things including a normal bunny form and a bigger, more terrifying version of herself.

Like most rabbits, she’s extremely fast (super speed).

She has the ability to control and manipulate fire.

She can jump high.

Super strength

And friend suggested the ability to possibly summon and ride a cloud.

Backstory: (I’m just going to copy and paste her backstory that I used for smth)

Xiàróng was born in the Qin Dynasty to two rabbit demons. Her parents were fierce demon lords that loved to mess with humans with their army. Her parents trained her in the hopes that she would follow in their footsteps and she did. She became a fierce warrior with a strong love of fighting and battling.

She led her armies into villages, messing with humans and demanding offerings. She loved the absolute terror that popped up on their faces as her army swept in. She enjoyed the amusement she felt every time they thought they could defeat her along with the absolute adrenaline that came with fighting.

Her parents were extremely proud of her and at times, fought with her but they mostly stayed regulated to their hideout. One day, they passed away in the field of battle, she rose and took their place. Xiàróng became better known as a fierce rabbit demon lord and grew her armies, even allying at points with some other demons.

She became renowned as her parents always hoped she would be. She loved her army and always made sure their efforts were rewarded. She treated them as a second family to her and they shared a deep bond.

One of Xiàróng’s generals told her about a monk journeying west to get scriptures and if she eats him, she can become immortal. While initially excited at this prospect, she declined when she found out that the person guarding him was the Great Sage. She then made sure her army never crossed paths with Sun Wukong and the rest of the pilgrims.

She continued onward and she thought the whole thing could last forever.

But obviously, nothing lasts forever. Humans started advancing and her demon army started falling, either passing away in battle, getting tired of fighting or deciding that they wanted to move on and pass off as humans to live normal lives, sometimes a mixture of the last two.

Xiàróng never stopped fighting and refused to quit until she faced a fierce opponent in battle that caused her spirits to wane. She eventually realized that with humanity’s advancements she longer had the edge that she used to. She decided to sadly give up fighting about 500-1000 years prior to modern day. In her current identity, she works at a boring office job to survive all while longing for the good old days.

The group finds her when they need her to face an opponent she had previously faced, possibly the same one that caused her spirits to wane.

(She also had might or might not have had a kid at one point when she was still a warrior. Mildly debating on the kid thing but I’m probably going with it.)

Likes and Dislikes:

She absolutely loves fighting, she loves the thrill that comes with it. She values hard workers as she had to work hard to get to where is. She loves to reminisce about the good old days when she was feared and respected. She likes the summer season. Her favorite colors are red and green. She likes drinking tea. She adores the outdoors. She likes (also dislikes) being alone. She likes people who value their family. She is a big fan of action movies. She likes exercising. She likes organization and plans. She loves her motorcycle and weapons. She loves being the leader of projects as it gives her a sense of power. She loves fire and is often entranced by it. She likes using her jumping abilities. She likes exploring nature.

She dislikes the modern advancements humans have made as she believes it puts her as a disadvantage and is part of the reason she is no longer feared. She dislikes mundane office work as she believes it to be below her skill level but does it to survive. She dislikes people who desert others as some of her army left because they were tired of fighting and wanted to move on. She hates being called cute. She hates slackers. She hates people who underestimate her. She dislikes interacting unless she has to.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths:

Xiàróng is extremely proud of her abilities. She is extremely brave and will gladly take action when need be. She is rather confident. She is observant because of her years as a demon lord. She is a strategic individual since she spent so much time with her generals planning out attacks. She is also rather smart from her years of teaching from her parents about different subjects. She will give her honest opinion if someone asks her. She is hard working. She is tidy and always makes sure to keep both her workspace and house clean. She actually has a motherly side to her and is rather gentle when interacting with children and is capable of being gentle when others are having a bad day, although this depends on who they are. She is agile.

Weaknesses:

Her belief in her abilities cause her to have excessive pride in them. Her bravery leads her to take reckless actions. Her longing to reclaim the past and become once again known as a fierce demon blinds her to the possibilities that come with the future. She holds on too much to the past and practically clings to it. She has a short temper and can snap easily. Her honesty leads to bluntness and people not liking her because of her opinion. She can also be rather dishonest sometimes. She acts as if she knows better than others since she’s been alive a long time and has a wide array of knowledge.

General Personality:

Xiàróng is not a sociable person, although she used to be back in the old days when she had her demon army. She can be quite dramatic especially when she’s explaining her past to people. She has a loud personality that appears when she’s explaining her history. This is a subtle and desperate attempt to reclaim what she used to have. Although, other than that, she is rather quiet and prefers not to interact unless absolutely necessary.

She prefers to keep to herself a lot of the time despite rabbits being social creatures. She feels out of place and longs for a world where she can go back to fighting and a time where her army was all together, laughing and smiling. Fighting is all she’s known for the longest time and believes that’s what she’s mostly good at.

Since some of her army has either passed away or left to find better lives, she is not a big fan of letting people close especially in a world of humans since these were people she once used to attack and mess with. She does rarely encounter some of the demons that used to be her army. She’s short tempered and aggressive. She appears cold due to her isolation and circumstances. Under her cold personality, there is a loud, bright and caring personality waiting to get out if she lets someone get close, maybe if she did, she could go back to the way she used to be.

She doesn’t care about the group at first until they keep dragging her along. She is terrified of Sun Wukong because of his reputation and is kinda wary of his successor but helps him out. She purposefully annoys Pigsy and has debates with Tang. Also I kinda ship her with Sandy but we’ll see how that goes-

Trivia:

Talents: Foraging, cooking, singing, Can expertly play pipa (Chinese lute) and piano, gardening, great medical knowledge, wrestling, sword fighting and spear fighting, stealth, hand to hand combat, whittling, excellent leadership skills, making strategies.

She has a motorcycle that she takes good care of.-Romance movies are a guilty pleasure of hers.

She is ambidextrous.

She’s bi.

She has a tattoo with the characters 戰士 meaning warrior on her back.

She has a small house in the woods near a mountain range outside the city.

She was around when the Journey to the West was happening but avoided the pilgrims since she didn’t want to risk angering Sun Wukong if she tried something.

Hobbies: poetry, training with her qiang and jian, exercising, running, singing, gardening, cooking, playing the pipa and piano, foraging, whittling/wood carving, origami, watching television

Her surname Huáng meaning brilliant refers to the family’s cleverness along with wanting to shine. Xià means summer, summer represents something in China such as the direction south, the color red, the sound of laughter, the heart, fire and a creature called the red phoenix. Red, in turn, symbolizes happiness, vitality, good luck, good fortune, energy and passion. Róng meaning glory is because her parents were hoping she’d be renowned by people all over.

Picture:

Link to the picrew I used for human form: https://picrew.me/image_maker/332600

Human form:

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #Huáng Xiàróng #monkie kid oc #lego monkie kid oc #my friends will be the first to tell you that I go crazy with ocs-#which is why I have 100+#I’m also going to make more Monkie kid ocs eventually #my oc #I have some stuff written for her #but not a lot

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http-kny · 4 years

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May I have some hc of being the younger sister of Kotoha (by 4 year), but never meeting Inosuke until later in life because they left to be a demon slayer before Kotoha became pregnant? (I’m sorry if it’s weird ;;)

Anon how dare you read my mind. This went from headcanons to mini-scenario also she’s best friends with shinobu, perhaps even girlfriends feel free to imagine it how you will, and honestly please request more of this because i LOVE the idea of kohota having a younger sister, the things i would risk for that woman, and inosuke having a feral aunt, the idea’s been in my head since i first watched demon slayer.

Also this become more of an oc situation, thing, she’s still got y/n, but i use ‘she’ instead of you because it flowed a bit better but ya’ll feel free to indulge as much you want! She’s pretty open for interpretation, but she’s like very feral, but aren’t we all.

Spoilers for the manga.

Headcanons — being inosuke’s aunt and a demon slayer

THE SHORT HISTORY

⏤ Douma was always a little bitch wrong about Kotoha, because she wasn’t dumb or naive, she was perhaps even too smart especially when it came to her sister, so when the day came when she stood before her and pledged to wipe demons from the earth, the same things that had wiped their parents from the earth, Kotoha barely bat an eyelash

⏤ That didn’t mean she was okay with it, far from it, with their parents gone it was Kotoha’s job to keep her sister save and slaying demons was quite frankly the opposite of that.

⏤ Unfortunately Inosuke’s explosive personality came from somewhere, and where Kohota was strong but gentle, her little sister was stubborn and temperamental. Which was quite funnily enough ( or depressingly depending on how you want to look at it ) the exact reason she let her go.

⏤ Her sister didn’t know about him, the man she was married to, let alone the mother-in-law, and she was certain that if she did know it would end in blood, and her little sister would get herself in irreversible trouble, and even worse, danger.

⏤ So she let her go, although it had taken an argument, the worst one she would ever have even in her short-lived life, and her sister had left, naive, young, and stubborn, never to look back.

MEETING INOSUKE

⏤ y/n was an adult when she crossed paths with her family again, but it wasn’t her sister, and unfortunately Kohota seemed to have inherited all the braincells in the family because it had taken a while for her to figure out who Inosuke really was.

⏤ He always wore the bore mask at first, which she found weird ( but cool ), and he was almost more aggressive than her, picking a fight with her as soon as she’d walked into the room where he was stationed with the other two new demon slayers

⏤ ( which by the way she would have totally accepted and she would have totally demolished his ass if Shinobu hadn’t told her she needed her for something )

⏤ The mask may have been weird, but when she saw his face for the first time it freaked her out. Why the hell did this prepubescent feral teenager have her sister’s face, Shinobu did you give me something? Am I hallucinating?

⏤ As it turned out she was not, but Inosuke swore up and down he was raised by boars, and that was logic y/n could just not compete with.

⏤ “You’ve got the same surname,” Shinobu brings up one day. She catches a glimpse of something breaking behind y/n’s eyes and realizes. “It’s a common name,” y/n answers knowing full well it’s not, but she can’t admit it. If he’s here, alone, raised by boars, that means… She shakes her head.

⏤ But when she heard him hum the song under his breath one day, the one Kohota would sing to her when they were young, every little barrier she had put up over the years, every thought that maybe she should check on her sister, all of it suddenly flood in and she could no long pretend that Inosuke was just some weirdly familiar boy.

⏤ He was her sister’s son, Kohota’s son, Kohota who would certainly love this boy with all she had, who would be there through everything for him, and he was raised by boars, without a mother or father, the realization rushed on her so quick she startled Shinobu when she collapsed next to her in tears.

⏤ After crying ( and making Shinobu almost make a bloodpact not to tell anyone that she could cry ) she had to tell Inosuke, which went as well as one would expect, Zenitsu tried to listen in, but almost went deaf from the screaming and loud crying. “There’s two of them,” he muttered fearfully, “I’m going to be deaf by the end of the year.”

⏤ Well, everyone else reacted about the same way, one feral demon slayer was enough, but now there were two, and they were related, and they were so not a good influence on each other.

⏤ y/n takes about five milliseconds before she takes Inosuke under her wing and teaches him everything she knows from reading and writing to the proper way to fist-fight someone.

⏤ They never talk about Kohota during the the day, but when the sun starts to set y/n opens up, tells him small things bit by bit, makes sure he knows that whatever happened to Kohota she would find out who did it, and she’d make them pay for killing her sister, and for leaving her nephew alone.

⏤ y/n is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to Inosuke, Shinobu swears she’s unlocked some secret mother instinct inside her she never knew she had.

⏤ Zenitsu is absolutely terrified of her and it’s almost outweighed by how insulted he is she’s related to Inosuke. She’s got the Hashibira good looks ( minus the scar running along her cheek which Inosuke says is totally badass ), but she’s absolutely feral, but where Inosuke is animal feral, she’s more sword-fight behind a 7/11 feral.

⏤ It’s been a very long time since she’s left her sister to become a demon slayer, and meeting Inosuke was the first time she’s ever felt at home again, and through him y/n slowly finds herself opening up to others, but only the ever so sneaky and quiet Shinobu was able to catch the fleeting soft smile on y/n’s face when she looked at Inosuke.

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Sunshine - Chapter 7

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2005

Pairing: Sam x OC Sunny

Series Summary: The Winchesters meet a cheerful hunter named Sunny, who quickly captures Sam’s attention. Little do any of them know what lies in store when Sunny gets invited to join the brothers. Who can say how Sam, Dean, and Sunny will be some training days, a handful of hunts, romantic dates, a kidnapping, and one vengeful demon later.

Chapter Summary: After another training session, Sunny offers to go get dinner.

Warnings: language, sparring

A/N: I will be posting all of Sunshine this week! I need to edit the chapters I have written already, but other than that they are good to go! I know that OC/OFC fics aren’t the most popular, but this series has a special place in my heart -----------------------------------------

Two Months Later

Walking into the mat room, Sunny cleared her throat to get the brothers’ attention. Sam looked over to his girlfriend, a smile growing on his face. The two of them were closer than ever and he couldn’t be happier. Sunny had moved into Sam’s room a month ago and somehow the ‘honeymoon phase’ still hadn’t worn off. They were both as obsessed with one another as they had been at the beginning. While they hadn’t said the words yet, the love between them was obvious.

The lessons had continued slowly, Sam and Dean working on feeling their surroundings. After Sunny’s special lesson, Sam had caught up to where Dean was. Today, Sunny had decided to step things up a notch.

“Okay, boys. You guys have been doing great so far. I want to show you what you are aiming for,” Sunny said, pulling a long piece of fabric from her pocket. The men recognized it as a blindfold.

“Ooh, are we getting sexy today?” Dean quipped.

“If you wanna be a smartass Dean-y boy, you can go first,” Sunny smiled. Dean shrugged, reaching out a hand to take the blindfold from Sunny. She chuckled, moving the fabric out of his reach. “Oh, you thought this was for you?”

Dean’s eyebrows raised as she walked to the center of the room. She motioned for Dean to follow, allowing Sam to stay on the sidelines to watch. She reached up and tied the fabric over her eyes, adjusting it so that no light seeped through. Dean looked over to Sam for some form of explanation but was only met with a shrug.

“Okay, Dean. I want you to try to pin me on the ground,” Sunny instructed. Dean chuckled to himself.

“Sweetheart, I know you are good but this is gonna be easy,” Dean said. He was one cocky son of a bitch sometimes.

“Prove it,” Sunny egged him on. Dean let out another laugh before launching himself forward in an attempt to tackle the woman. Just as he was about to reach her, Sunny side-stepped, letting Dean stumble onto the floor. Standing up, he brushed it off as beginner’s luck. Sunny turned to face him, throwing a punch that landed on the edge of his jaw.

“Motherfucker!” Dean swore, his hand reaching up to cradle his face. He could feel the heat coming from the injury as blood rushed to create a bruise.

“Don’t go easy on me Dean because I am not going easy on you,” Sunny shrugged. Dean straightened himself up, determination flashing in his eyes. He attempted to make his feet land light, walking around Sunny so he was facing her back. He quickly stepped forward, his right arm hooking around her neck. She used both of her hands to grab his forearm, launching him over her shoulder. His back hit the mat floor with a thud, Sam’s laughter filling the room. Dean shot his brother a look before standing up once more. Facing her, Dean brought his arm back to throw a punch. Sunny ducked down, hitting Dean twice in the stomach. He brought his knee up, connecting it with her stomach. Sunny groaned slightly but didn’t stop in her assault. Spinning, she brought her foot up and kicked Dean’s face. The hit brought him to the floor of the mat once more, the room spinning. Sunny untied the blindfold with one hand, blinking to adjust as the light flooded her eyes. Looking down at Dean, she gave a smirk of satisfaction.

“You were saying?” Sunny reached out a hand, pulling Dean up. “ I can’t tell what’s more bruised: your ego, or your face.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s my goddamn face,” Dean whined.

“You have two options: go get some ice or stay and watch me kick your brother’s ass,” Sunny offered. Dean took a second to weigh his options before sitting against the wall. It wasn’t every day you got to see a blindfolded woman beat the crap out of your brother. Sam walked up to Sunny, visibly nervous.

“I don’t like the thought of trying to throw punches at you,” Sam admitted. Usually hitting your girlfriend was frowned upon.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’s not like any will land,” Sunny teased. Sam rolled his eyes but could accept that answer. If what just happened with Dean was any indication, he was about to get his ass handed to him.

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The three hunters sat in the kitchen, Sam and Dean both holding ice packs to their faces. Sam’s fight with Sunny had gone quite similar to his brother’s, if not worse. His right eye was now sporting a deep purple bruise to prove it. Walking over to the men, Sunny handed them each a beer.

“How are you two feeling?” She asked.

“Sore,” Sam answered.

“Annoyed,” Dean replied. Sunny giggled at the answer.

“Well, Dean, at least you know to never underestimate me.” Sunny went to look through the cupboards for something to make for dinner. She frowned, coming up empty-handed. They had gotten back from a hunt a few days ago and have yet to go grocery shopping. “Why don’t I go out and grab food for us? You both could use the rest and there is nothing to cook here.”

“I can go with you,” Sam offered. She smiled but shrugged him off.

“No, no. You just chill here, I’ll be back in like 30. What do you guys want?” She asked.

“Burgers!” Dean yelled out before Sam got a chance to suggest anything remotely healthy. Both Sam and Sunny laughed at the outburst.

“Yeah, Burgers is fine. Just get mine lettuce-wrapped?” Sam requested. Sunny nodded and left headed to the garage. After spending multiple months with the boys, she had noticed their eating habits were both incredibly consistent. Dean always got the greasiest thing on the menu, while Sam got the exact opposite. Sunny was the wild card of the three, always opting to try new things.

Grabbing the keys to her Cadillac, she couldn’t help but grin. It was rare that she got to drive her car now that she was with the boys. They always took the Impala and while it didn’t necessarily bother her, Sunny did miss the feeling of being in the driver’s seat. Soon, she was out of the bunker’s garage and out on the open road. Sunny rolled her windows down, the cool air whipping around her.

Sunny made her way to the center of town to the burger joint that she and the Winchesters frequented often. Sam liked that there was a vegan restaurant next door and could always grab something there if he didn’t feel like greasy food. It took a while for Sunny to find parking, needing to use the parking lot directly behind the restaurants and nearby shops. Stepping out, she locked her car and checked her back pocket to make sure she had a credit card on her. Once she was sure that she had what was needed, she headed inside the restaurant. It had gotten pretty late, so Sunny wasn’t surprised that there were only a few customers. In the corner sat a man who had probably just gotten off of work, the tie of his suit loosened and jacket over the back of his seat. There was a teenage couple sharing a plate of fries and a milkshake over in the corner. Sunny smiled, remembering her teenage dates. They were always so full of giddiness, a sense of excitement in the air. One family sat at a larger table, two parents with a handful of rowdy children. Sunny couldn’t help but wonder if that was ever going to be an option for her, a family.

Pushing off the difficult question, Sunny approached the counter where a bored teen girl stood typing on her phone.

“Um… hi,” Sunny got her attention.

“Good evening, what can I getcha?” the girl said. It was obvious that she wanted to get back to whatever she had been doing but Sunny chose to ignore it.

“Can I get one hamburger with the lettuce wrap instead of the bun, a double bacon cheeseburger, a regular cheeseburger with no onions, three fries, and a strawberry milkshake to-go?” Sunny ordered. After watching the couple share the milkshake, she couldn’t help but crave one herself. The girl at the register rang her up and Sunny was left to wait for the order. She sat at one of the many empty tables, continuing to sneak glances at the other patrons.

The couple from earlier were now taking selfies, most likely to post about their date. The mom from the family was rocking the smallest of the children in an attempt to get her to sleep. The man in the corner seemed to have finished his meal, now looking at his phone as he slowly grabbed the jacket from the back of the seat. It was a calm night and Sunny appreciated it. It wasn’t every night where she could feel like a normal person just grabbing food for her boyfriend and friend.

Sunny’s order number was called out and she went to the counter to grab the food. It would take both hands to carry everything, but she didn’t mind. It would just be a little tougher once she got to the car. Approaching the door, she saw the businessman from the corner in her peripheral. He was leaving, as well, and quickened his pace to open the door for her. Sunny thanked him, passing through the now open door, and made the way back to her car.

But before she could reach the Cadillac she felt something sharp impale into the back of her neck. Within seconds, Sunny blacked out, the meals and milkshake falling from her hands onto the pavement. Sunny would have followed suit but before she could reach the ground a pair of arms scooped her up.

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“Ugh, where’s Sunny? I’m starving,” Dean complained for what felt like the hundredth time. Sam rolled his eyes, looking at the clock to see that it had been 40 minutes. It must have been a busy night or something,

It was then that Sam’s phone rang. He glanced down at where it sat on the table, Sunny’s face lit up his screen. Sam pressed accept before bringing the device up to his ear.

“Hey, Sun. Where are you?” he asked. At first, he was met with silence until an unfamiliar voice spoke up.

“Sam Winchester. Sorry, Sunny can’t come to the phone right now. She’s a little… tied up,” a man’s voice said. Sam’s blood ran cold, adrenaline began to course through his veins.

“Where is she?” Sam hissed. Dean looked up at his brother’s words and upon seeing the anger in his eyes knew something was wrong.

“Oh, you’ll find out when I want you to. I just wanted to introduce myself, the name’s Roan,” the man, Roan, calmly said.

“Well, Roan if you touch a hair on her head I will kill you nice and slow,” Sam’s jaw clenched as he heard the man laugh on the other end.

“Not only will I touch her, but I plan on breaking her. Well, gotta go. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill her. You’ll get the coordinates once I’ve had my fun.” Before Sam could respond, Roan hung up the phone. Sam put the phone on the table gently, knowing that right now it was his only connection to Sunny. Stepping back, he ran his hands through his hair. He walked over to an empty table, flipping it as he roared. He began ripping books from the shelves, throwing them to the ground. Dean leapt from his seat, wrapping Sam up into a bear hug before he could hurt himself. Tears streamed down Sam’s face as Dean helped him into a chair.

“We need to save her,” Sam croaked. He couldn’t help but imagine the torment her kidnapper was planning. He was going to do everything in his power to stop it.

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lostinfantasies38 · 3 years

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Ten Favorite Dialogues from 2020

I picked 10 dialogue exchanges that I loved from the stories I posted this year. A few of them are from the same stories, since I spent a good chunk of the year working on long fics instead of one shots or shorter stories. Under the cut bc they are lengthy.

I also realized that most of my zingers tend to be in my descriptions and don’t always make it into my character’s dialogue. I might have to change that.

In no particular order:

Dorian chuckled. “Honestly, you two are disgraceful. You can’t come to a club looking like sex on legs when you aren’t single. You’re going to give people a heart attack.”

“Jealous, Dorian?” Alistair needled.

“Insanely,” he replied smoothly. “Aside from myself and Zevran,”—he saluted the elf who shot him a saucy wink—“you’re the most attractive men here. And to add insult to injury, you’re together,” he sighed dramatically.

Accidental Alliance, a oneshot modern Cullistair AU

“Step two of the pie liberation was to avoid suspicion of the adults.” Evan giggled at Connor’s phrasing and thought he heard Alex snort in amusement, too. “Zoe’s job was to act as a distraction, which wasn’t hard to accomplish because Cynthia decked her out in this frilly monstrosity that every woman within a five-mile radius oohed and aahed over. She fucking hated it, of course, but it worked in our favor for The Plan. And yes, those are honest to God capitals, babe. Think Mission Impossible: Thanksgiving 2010.”

“Alternate title: Pie Larceny,” Evan quipped, overjoyed by Connor’s rich laughter. Alex definitely chuckled at that.

“Yes! Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m totally renaming it Pie Larceny.”

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

“It makes me want to wrap you in blankets and bubble wrap and smother you with attention until you’re sick of looking at me, though.”

A broken laugh tumbled out of Evan’s mouth. “Well, there’s a mental picture. What are you gonna do? Roll me down the street?”

“I’m working out the logistics, but rolling you around does sound kinda fun,” Connor teased.

Snorting, Evan retorted, “I mean, you do have practice rolling joints. Guess a bundled up boyfriend isn’t much difference.”

Connor’s borderline hysterical laughter almost drowned out Evan’s airy chuckles. “Jesus Christ, Evan,” he wheezed, shakily wiping away tears.

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

Returning his head to the shadows, he hissed, “Sister Agnes is milling around. I need a distraction so I can reach our room.”

Kai grinned and pulled a dehydrated pepper from his pocket. “Down the hatch.”

Gavin stopped him with a concern expression. “Are you sure about this?”

He snorted softly. “Please, I grew up eating these. My mum sends them because she knows I love them. They’re like candy. I’ll be shitting fire for a week, but they don’t hurt my mouth. I’ll burn hot and sweat like crazy though. Trust me, it’ll work.”

The redhead arched an eyebrow. “So you carry them in your pocket at all times?”

“No,” Kai answered irritably. “That’s why I needed Easton earlier. To act as a distraction for me so I could get it out of my room.”

Gavin sighed. “If you’re sure. I mean, we could brawl in the hallway, that would work, too.”

Alistair glanced around the corner. “Hurry up and choose. I’m not waiting forever.” Kai smirked and popped the pepper in his mouth.

“Well, that decides it,” Gavin groaned. Alistair tried not to laugh as over the course of a few minutes, Kai’s face visibly flushed in response to the spicy heat and sweat pooled under his hair, running in rivulets across his face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like you’ve got the sweat,” Gavin replied sardonically.

“Perfect,” he retorted. “Right, good luck, Alistair. If I fail to distract everyone, Gavin’s got you covered.”

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic - excerpt from Ch 11 featuring a few of my OCs and Alistair

Wrapping his arms around her as she hummed at the stove, he said, “Sirra and Alistair either just left my apartment or she only now deigned to tell me they’re gone.”

Eowyn grinned wickedly at him, checking the clock on the dining room wall. “My, my! Four hours later! Scandalous.”

“I wish you could have seen them. The magnetism! It was instant.”

She giggled. “I saw the photos. That’s more of Alistair’s almost-O face than I ever want to see again, thanks very much.”

He snorted. “Fair enough.” After a pause, Zevran chuckled, “I give them a month.”

Rounding on him in horror, Eowyn stared at him with wide mossy eyes. “You just said they were perfect together! Do you think we made a mistake?”

“No, amore mio. I mean, I give them a month before they elope. I might have been party to their engagement shoot today.”

She blinked slowly as the giggles built until she was clutching the kitchen counter in a fit of uncontrolled mirth. “Okay, that may be accurate knowing Alistair!”

“I’m thinking of changing my business cards. Should I add ‘Matchmaker Extraordinaire’ or ‘Signor Soulmate’?” he asked cheekily.

Shot In The Dark - Sirra Brosca/Alistair modern AU oneshot [dialogue shown is between Zevran/OC]

Cullen grinned with him. “Me either. Maybe we can improve your chess skills enough for you to graduate from mediocre.”

“Oh, ha ha. You and the others can have fun with that, thanks very much. Here I was hoping we could spend more time in bed,” he teased, sliding a hand into his curls.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the blonde retorted, “Of course, count on you to think how often we can sleep together instead of improving our skills.”

“That is how we improve our skills.”

“Training skills, you fiend.”

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, Alistair quipped, “Well, one of us has to be the boring one in the relationship. Glad it’s not me.” Cullen elbowed him gently in the ribs, chuckling along with his lover’s bright laughter.

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic, excerpt from Ch 12

“You’re not worthless,” Alistair whispered. The breath she’d been holding passed her lips with a tiny mewl of surprise. Still unable to look at one other, Alistair kept his hand on her wrist and she resisted the urge to scoot further away.

Sirra murmured, “You don’t know me, Alistair. You can’t say that.”

“I can,” he insisted firmly, his fingers pressing just a bit harder on her flesh. “It doesn’t matter who you were. When you join the Grey Wardens, all that matters is who you are. I may not know who you used to be in Orzammar, but I have a pretty good idea who you are in the sun.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 4

“I’m sorry, Alistair, I wanted to surprise you. Most dwarves in Orzammar, caste and casteless alike, have genital piercings. It’s cultural and unrelated to murder.”

His eyebrows climbed into his hair. “Even the men? How in the Maker’s name does that work?” Sirra opened her mouth to explain, but he hastily held up a hand and shivered. “Rhetorical question. Please do not answer that.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 14

“I love you, too,” she murmured, gracing him with a watery smile. “If I had known you were up here, I would have left Orzammar years ago and tracked you down,” Sirra mused, only half joking.

“Oh, really?” he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I can just imagine you sneaking into the droll monastery and breaking me out. I would have assumed you were a figment of my imagination, a desire demon, or Maker-sent. Regardless, I doubt I could have resisted the mischievous glint in your eyes as you crept in to find me in my smalls, surrounded by thirty other recruits, and told me to run away with you.”

Laughing, Sirra raked her short nails down his toned chest. “A naked teenage version of you? I would have taken you on the spot, letting the recruits feast their eyes on us, before dashing out the front door with your bare ass in tow.”

He closed his eyes with a lusty moan, and swallowed hard, his voice strained when he replied. “Definitely Maker-sent then. To think, we could have been on the lam for the last few years, making mad love wherever we went.”

Sighing melodramatically, Alistair smirked and playfully bopped the tip of her nose with his. “Ah, well, at least I have you now and that’s all that matters.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 17

10.

“Stop it,” Morrigan mumbled irritably.

Alistair feigned innocence. “Stop what? I’m sitting here like a good patient. I wasn’t even talking until right now.”

Yellow eyes bored into hazel as the subtle light faded around them, his shoulder apparently healed. “You know very well what. Stop staring at my hands. ‘Tis most distracting.”

“And here I thought it was my hands distracting you during the fight,” he smirked. “Not where my eyes happened to land. How could you have known that I might have been paying attention, if you weren’t observing me, too, hmm?”

Scoffing, Morrigan took a large step back and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest. “You are insufferable.”

Sheathing his sword, Alistair shrugged with affected boredom. “I may be insufferable, Morrigan, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.”

Snagging his shield from where it fell on the ground, he slung it over his back and murmured for her ears alone. “Besides, for a cranky witch who grew up in a swamp, they’re surprisingly soft and gentle… when they want to be, that is.”

You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’ - ch 2. Part 1 of 3 of Morristair written for @scharoux 14 Days of DA Lovers

#tag game #fave dialogues #my ocs #my writing #lostinfantasies38 #Sun Touched #FMWWYG #find me well #14 days of DA lovers #deh #dear evan hansen #dragon age #cullistair #sirrastair #morristair #evan x connor

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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P-please talk about your Rito OC, please... ramble without any context, please... I have one too... please make me feel less alone...

Ok ok let me just *unloads all of Illeka’s super angsty self-indulgent backstory*

I technically have two backstories, one for botw that I’m gonna use for my fic Where Time Takes Us, and another I use for my dnd campaign. My dnd one is more fleshed out (thanks to my amazing GM) so I’ll probably just share that one.

Warning for super duper long post that is barely coherent and I haven’t checked for typos and also rip to ADHD folks because I have no pictures to ease your brain with. Anyhow prepare for like thousands of words worth of rambles this is not edited at all

This is just a copy paste of the random incoherent shit I sent to my poor DM. Anyhow, I technically have 3 ocs here, but Illeka is the one I play

A weird Rito, that one is. I hear they’ve only cried at birth...

- Illeka was born on the Day of Living Fire, its a celebration of the dead essentially, where you mourn and remember your loved ones and ancestors and all that. It’s superstition to be *born* on this day, because your life/creation takes away from the day that’s supposed to honor the dead, and some people on birb island believe these things, that if you let the kid live it’s a curse. But most people are like no wtf you boomers it’s fine there’s no such thing you crazy old people are weird, which to be fair is kinda true.

- When Talako is around 6, his single mom dies. He’s adopted by a new family, Kala (also around 6 years old) and her parents.

- Illeka meets Talako after he kinda follows her around, because he’s an innocent cinnamon bun that admires Illeka’s calm and stoic demeanor after they help him with some bullies. Through this, Talako, Illeka, and Kala all become best friends.

- The events in Illeka’s life aren’t really helping their whole curse case. Every bad event, from their dad getting injured and having the slightest limp, to their brother, Zekk nearly setting himself on fire— it’s all a supposed punishment for not killing them when they were bored. But at this point most people brush it off as coincidence, besides, nothing THAT bad has happened yet.

- the trio of friends grow strong, becoming some of the best in their arts on the island. And their relationship is seemingly adorable. The serious ~~cursed~~ one, the optimistic sunshine one, and the sarcastic firey one. Prides of their village, set to protect their people from harm.

- Illeka is the best in the village when it comes to physical fights. Trusty halberd, and a keen shot with a bow, they’ve never lost a sparring match on that front. Their personality is offputting to some, there’s a rumour that they’ve never cried. The easiest of jokes, and the vilest of insults don’t spark much reaction from them— except in the presence and topic of their family, Kala, and Talako. But otherwise, the story goes that the cursed kid doesn’t have a soul, and hence, no morality or emotions.

- When they train with Talako and Kala, they never back down, if only out of respect, Illeka wouldn’t want to embarrass them with pity. Talako always laughs at his inevitable defeat, though he tries nonetheless. He promises that one day he’ll be strong enough to beat them.

- Talako is a pleasant soul, but has an nack for adventure and a hint of chaos. He prefers to dual wield daggers, and on occasion a short sword or two. He’s great with the blade, loves the thrill of the fight, but is more skilled with cooking and physical healing and remedies. He’s always the one encouraging fun celebratory hang outs at the tavern, with his two closest friends after a day of guarding the village. Kala always sides with him, and Illeka typical gives in after at least putting on a show of reluctance. He humble and happy and loved by most of the village, if only things would last

- Kala is of wit and cunning, she’s typically the first to speak. She’s headstrong and not afraid to insult whoever she displeases, and a bit too arrogant in her abilities. She laughs at all of Talako’s jokes, if perhaps only to spite Illeka’s groans. She’s also the most strategic of her friends, being the “one with a plan” in battle. While she’s a decent wield of two khopesh, Kala’s mostly gifted with magic. She’s got a knack for conjuring, though is well researched in other types as well. Illeka and her are an even match, with decent win ratios on either end. Illeka doesn’t take it that personally, they suck/hate magic after all. Kala’s a bit more competitive tho.. While her power in magic is certainly the best on all of the island, she can’t help but feel salty/jealous for always being overshadowed by Illeka’s feats, since the people prefer/understand the physical over the magic.

- Oh, and she was born on day after the Day of Living Fire, according to her parents. How lucky.

- In a sense, they’re all a bit of an outcast. Kala the fiery independent one, a bit sidecasted for prefering magic over steel. Talako the weird orphan, for being a chirpy, happy boi, which is a bit annoying for some. And Illeka…well lets just say their situation isn’t going to be improving

- One year, Illeka’s family is expecting more kids, twin sisters at that! It’s the most excited anyone’s ever seen Illeka, thought perhaps that’s not the right word… They’ve still got their usual demeanor, but they did spend nearly a week crocheting little baby hats and tunics and scarves. They threatened to kill their brother if they told anyone, although Zekk was allowed to let it slip to Tal and Kala

- [They are absurdly good at crochet btw. They never do it anymore to try and maintain their “reputation,” but their family will never forget the time they crafted matching blankets and hats to win a little competition in their home town.]

- Then the Day of Living Fire arrives for that year. Theres a little celebration for Illeka’s birthday, before moving on to other activities.

- The twins die that night.

- The village was in a bit of shock…and rumours grow considering the timing of it. The mysterious circumstance of it…well it does turn the heads of even some of the less-superstitious. The rumours, the death, the silent thought that perhaps that cursed bird caused some babies’ death, Illeka endured it.

- Years later would it get worse.

- Illeka is still publically respected at this point, weird rumours sure, but try telling that to the edge of her halberd. Their mother had made the twin’s shrine, but they say Illeka didn’t visit that often. Talako was always by their side, trying to help them, which was always appreciated, even when they tried to hide it.

- Kala was busy in the library these days.

- Zekk had started a family by now, a little baby birb named Mili hatched into the world. Illeka would often steal her away for little cuddles when they (thought) no one was looking. Zekk would jest that they had to fight for the right to hold his own kid. Kala would also occasionally tease them about it, though Tal was mostly happy to see them in better spirits

- Then, another Day of Living Fire.

- Talako and Illeka were usually on guard duty together, the northern patrol by the village edge. But tal was still a bit worried about his friend’s state of mind, he’s not sure he’d even seen them mourn. He pushes for Illeka to take the day off, it’s technically their birthday after all, plus they can pay their respected at the shrines and attend the festivities and do the ceremonies and all that. Illeka denies it, brushing it off like they always do.

- Soon, their nightly patrol begins, and Illeka is about to set off to met up with Talako, but Kala intercepts. She has a talk with them, similar to that of Talako’s, but with…more well crafted and laced words. It’s nearly the same message that Talako tried to tell them, “It’ll be healthy for you, visit the shrines, be with your family, maybe brush off some rumours in the process.” Illeka nearly denies again, joking that Talako would get afraid of the dark if they didn’t show up. But Kala interjects, stating that she’s already made plans to take the patrol that nigth with Tal. Trusting their friends to be safe in each others care, Illeka relents and takes the day off.

- …yeah. so

- perhaps you can see where this is going.

- Kala’s jealousy had been growing over the years. Not only was she being shadowed by Illeka and their non magic ways, but it was irritating even more that all the talk about magic in the town was not of her exceptional abilties, but of stupid rumours and non-existent evil curses. If the people wanted show, she’d give them a show

- This mindset made her spars with Illeka a bit more personal as of late, getting it in her head that she needed to get stronger, strong enough to best Illeka with ease. Strong enough so that there would be no question who was the best warrior on the island, magic, bows, halberds, or no.

- The library had many forgotten books that she had been studying. Conjuring, rituals, illusions, necromancy. It was all…beautiful. Kala soaked in every word, sometimes berating the bookkeeper offhandedly for not keeping them in the best condition

- In her research she eventually found a beast. A..thing, a demon? A monster, the specifics weren’t there, but the gist of it was, if you had the courage to summon it, it would grant you the knowledge for attaining anything you desired. All it asked in return was…to eat some people.

- But not just any people mind you! Supposedly the ritual only worked for the people with the greatest of ambitions, willing to sacrifice the lives of people they might care about. The sacrifices had to be of someone with great trust and bond with the person.

- Kala’s parents disappeared that day, a few feathers laid about, but there was no blood.

- Near the northern border, by a open field, a weird circle dripped the grass red

- Talako waited by the village edge, ready to fly off with their patrol partner when they arrived. When Kala greeted him, he was a bit surprised, but happy when she explained that Illeka had gone off back to town.

- Indeed Illeka was with their family now, as the sun started to set. Occasionally, a passerby would give them a weird glance before walking swiftly away.

- Somewhere in the northern border, a warrior is knocked unconcious, and dragged upon a blood red pattern

- Illeka is by her sisters’ shrine. For the sliver of a moment, they contemplate crying.

- Then an explosion is heard off in the distance

- Talako was wide awake at this point, although his wings being pinned to his sides wasn’t that helpful considering there was a giant, *giant* dark monster in front of him.

- Kala lets off a final remark, saying it was for his own good. The death would be swifter if he didn’t squirm.

- He whipped back at her, glaring with a fire she hasn’t seen before. He calls her a coward for tricking Illeka, a coward for kill their parents, a coward for not even giving him the decency to fight for his life.

- She nearly smiles at the last remark. “Fine.” She tosses him his blades. “You were never much of a warrior anyway.”

- Illeka was flying towards the booming sound at full speed, nearly knocking over their family and other mourning, people in the process. A few others had tried to slow them down, claiming they should suit of better first, before confronting whatever had been the source of the explosion. Illeka didn’t listen.

- They barely had time to grab a weapon, before approaching the northern border. After gracing the crests of the hill tops, they finally saw it. A giant demonic beast, snapping it’s jaws against a flying dash of black feathers, Talako.

- Illeka called out to him, nearly dashing off into the air again, but they stopped when they spotted Kala, standing idlely by next to her.

- Before they could even speak, before they could even question why she was acting so nonchalantly while their best friend was fighting for their life against an evil monstrosity, Kala shook her head and spoke. “You always have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” She struck a magic blow and Illeka, square in the chest.

- It knocked them to the ground, but they got up, setting their halberd and pointing it at them.

- Then insert some dramatic scene where Kala is like “you’re so selfish, hogging all the attention, thinking you’re better than me, but today I’m gonna finally best you mwahaha” and Illeka is like “wtf why did you do this? I thought we were friends? I trusted you?? the fuck? also talako is our friend!!?” and then its “yeah thats right I manipulated your stupid feelings to gain the upperhand. you’re super pathetic honestly for falling for it. anyhow yeah talako will probably die, i tried to give him the luxary of a swift death but he wouldn’t listen, so now he’s probably gonna get brutally slayed lol” and illeka is all “I’ll kill you” and kala is “no u. This whole thing is gonna give me so much power no ones gonna question me again” and then they fight each other

- The duel is nearly a draw, Kala’s magical ability is certainly is certainly stronger, but she’s not as all powerful without that knowledge from the demon monster guy that needs to eat his meal. Illeka is fighting with all theyve got, but all they brought was a halberd, but they are very fueled by rage and spite so it’s still an even match. Illeka eventually lands a blow that’s got Kala bleeding severely, but Kala pretty much almost kills them with a direct attack. Kala’s too weak to finish the job, plus those other guards have finally started to fly and approach in the distance, so she flys off. Illeka finally slips into unconsciousness.

- When they wake up, it’s almost sunrise. Their mom is shaking them awake, part of the party that was investigating the explosion that summoned the beast. Illeka bolts up, they’re still in the field were they had fought Kala, but she and the beast are no where to be seen.

- They run off, trying to find Talako, and ho boy do they find him alright. His body is crumpled by some rocks, his wing nearly ripped clean off, theres so much blood, even a warrior like Illeka can hardly bare it. Some small bit of hope in their head thinks that he might still be alive, and they listen to his chest to see if he’s still breathing.

- His eyes flicker once at Illeka, his chest rises, then falls for the last time.

- Illeka cries.

- Then, still pretty wounded and tired, they collapse again

- The days following are living hell. Kala hasn’t been found, and their her parent’s [bodies]. The rumours are creeping as ever, at the coincidence of Illeka and this disaster. They spend nearly a weak in bed at home, recovering physically, thought probably not mentally.

- As soon as they’ve fully recovered, Illeka’s mind is set. They are going to leave, no more warrior/village protection for them. They’re going to travel far off, train and hone their skills in combat, and find and kill Kala.

- Their family is opposed to this at first, but in the end nothing they say changes Illeka’s mind.

- In a sense, there was another, unspoken reason Illeka was leaving the islands. They didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

- Hell, the rhetoric is even stronger down the line, concerning the fate of poor Mili. Illeka has given in and accepted it, they are cursed to cause pain to the people they care about. [It’s basically that trope of the character isn’t actually cursed but they believe they’re cursed] Illeka will stay away, and go it alone for as long as they can. Then once the deed is done, once they draw Kala’s corpse across the mud, they’ll probably fly off somewhere far to die, before anyone else gets hurt. It’s probably best for their family never to see them again.

- - - - - -

Wow you did it, you made it through the super angsty self-indulgent backstory congrats. Illeka is my lil baby and I love them and I’ve gonna send them on a revenge quest and then they were gonna have a cool character arc probably about learning to grieve and have self worth and all that and to actually allow themselves to show emotions for once in their lives. That’s the general plan I had in my head anyhow

But you know what my dm thought?

They were like how about mORE ANGSt

Fucking shit you not, session three of the campaign, I’m heading back to birb island because of circumstances, and I’m getting supplies from my blacksmith dad and showing off this sword that says “fuck” a lot that I got from a dungeon that took a selkie’s soul which they gave up willingly in exchange for fire hair...long story

but THEN I meet up with my bro Zekk and it’s like “wassup bro just passing through” but then I find out that Talako’s shrine thing was DESTORYED by some unknown entity and that’s very not good because spirituality and all that

and also I find Mili and they’re a cute lil toddler birb now aww it’s so great hope nothing happens to them because I sure do have enough emotional traume to burden right now. anyhow due to CIRCUMSTANCES our only lead to the thing that destroyed Talako’s shrine is 1) a delinquent named Chesio [that our party nicknamed cherrio because the GM misspelled it the first time i think] who apparently was Talako’s shitty cousin and his only living relative who could build his shrine and 2) the destruction of the shrine lines up with a period of time where Mili went missing but its ok she came back so her parents were like “chill we gucci”

Our party decides we should go down the Mili lead [because I accidentally knocked Cherrio i mean Chesio to near death with a crit roll with my halberd so they’re in the infirmary now but it’s really not my fault that they triggered my emotional trauma by mentioning how I keep running away from grief and never staying around to confront it it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiine] so we stop by Zekk’s house and we’re like “hey so remember when you disappeared for like a week where did you go, and then mili was like “oh it’s in this cavern that no one knows about and I can’t really give you the directions but I can lead you there if you take me with you” in which I then glare at the GM for this obvious attempt to force us to take Mili with us to put her in danger and apparently I was the ONLY one who cared about this because everyone else in the party was ready to adopt this birb child, and Zekk was like “sure take the kiddy harness” so here I am, watching my niece run around in a kiddy harness that’s also attached to me, while my Chaotic neutral party someone gets grilled cheese sandwiches in the background

Badabing, badaboom, we come to some crystal caverns. while I, being one of the only members of the party with morals other than one chaotic good dragonborn, am watching the selkie, halfoot, and elf girl steal a bunch of crystals, Mili fucking DISAPPEARS the fucking KIDDY HARNESS fucking NOT GOOD she FCUKING SLIPPED OUT AND SHES GONE AND IM FREAKING OUT

after about an hour or two of searching through the deeper parts of the cavern and tunnel and also fighting a minotaur and discovering an abandoned arena and a cleric, long story. We find Mili fucking laying on A NECROMANCER’S RITUAL CIRCLE WHAT THE FU-

I pull a “I don’t hesitate bitch” on the hooded dude that’s hovering and chanting shit. He’s dead, it’s all swell. Saved the day, the evil’s dead. Mili’s fine she can go back to being a cute lil baby who loves shiny rocks and-

oh wAIT actually Mili is still transformed into a demonic monster and the necromancer dude was actually in the middle of completing a ritual to bring her back to life after he killed her a few times

So turns out, necromancer dead dude was hired by a mysterious someone, to steal something from Talako’s shrine, and to destroy any evidence. Turns out, his methodology for doing so was to kidnap some birb kid who had the misfortune of wander too close, killing them, turning them into some demonic monster that does their bidding, using that monster to steal and ruin some shit, and then when the day’s done he turns them back like nothing happened. Sure do wish he was alive to redo that last part

I’m freaking out, the party’s freaking out, that sword from earlier is cursing to high heaven for no apparent reason. Cleric unhelpfully remarks how it was a bad idea that we impulsively killed the evil dude bro, yes wow thank you for the help

Eventually everything’s fine. After a few round of shouting “NO ONE TOUCH MY FUCKING NIECE OR YOU DIE” after said demonic niece is kinda mindlessly attacking everyone, we eventually do some good ol blunt force trauma and a bit of magic and BOOM. Mili’s back. Although they do have permanent black ritual markings on them but its fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinee (its not)

We find a note on necromancer dude bro that his employer was from another island, so that’s a lead yay Find Out Next SessionTM but at this point I really don’t care as I’ve already started tying Mili to my chest and walking back to the village

I go back to Zekk’s house, hand off Mili, explain everything that happened, give a super heart feel apology about how I pretty much killed Mili (even though I really didn’t but also as we all know Illeka is an angsty birb who’s steadfast in the idea that their existence hurts everyone they love so yay <3) and then I leave as fast as I can before anyone can protest sure was nice visiting my family after i’ve been away for a few months sure am glad that my inner thoughts about staying away weren’t justified whatsoever hmmmmmm

A session or two passes. We try to assassinate and elf’s evil parents and fail, we get into a Fake Dating Being Someone’s Children Au with a dragon. The selkie keeps trying to date everyone, even thought they’re already married to a necromancer princess and a boat (long story) and inbetween we head to that island that note i got was talking about and turns out it was to a place where all your inner demons and anxieties manifest into reality and taunt you, until youre slowly broken down to the point where the evil dictator on the island can “magic” away your problems with puppet strings. fun for the whole family!

Anyways, after our party fights out evil neon-blue clones, I get a lead from dictator dude that the employer I’m looking for is a Rito that’s good with magic, and was last seen headed east, in the same direction we just came from. fun.a

So I’m kinda low on leads, other than the fact that theres a magic school in the east, but in between we have to deal with the fact that husboat (again, the boat that is married to the selkie who is also our entire party’s form of transportation across the ocean. wait a sec did I mention that we weren’t in Hyrule? We’re not in Hyrule, this is a flooded land with a bunch of islands. Think wind waker) was being chased by pirates. also these pirates were the ones that raised the selkie, and also they kinda also slaughtered an entire island of halffoots in their time with the pirates, and also that island was the one that the halffoot in our party grew up in. So basically that’s some cool tension and drama. Anyhow, back to moi

One talk about how “no we cannot kidnap aNOTHER priest” to the selkie and elf later... magic school! Magic school is pretentious and I hate it. Everythings glowy, they don’t allow you to fly over the gates. There’s puffy noble middle aged men and children in bedazzled cloaks. There’s magic in the air and I swear I would choke and die on the glitter and rainbows of it all.

Half the party is off getting into cloak fashion, I head off with my dragonborn friend Ness because highfive! We’re the only one’s with morals in this party! Morality pals! (This is saying something considering I am true neutral and she’s chaotic good but we might as well be clerics in this party...)

My morality pal and I and hanging around, then we catch word that there’s this transfer student that no one has seen in a while and “oh I wonder where she could be” and all that jazz from other students. Mortality pals are like “ok let’s go look for her” so we drag the rest of the party off of their larceny spree and look around.

Eventually, after I spot a tattered cloak roaming the halls that matches the description of the gossip, we find the transfer student.

TURNS OUT (unsurprisingly honestly given the way the dm framed stuff) this transfer student is someone I know. She’s standing there, in the middle of the room, preparing to do some ritual or something. She’s standing there, my life purpose, my one and only goal, literally the only reason I’m still going in life, my arch nemesis, my target, my mortal fucking enemy. It’s Kala.

Ness sees a demon dog in the background and says hi, ruining our element of surprise, but to be fair, she doesn’t know it’s Kala.

Kala whips around from her table thing. We make eye contact. Her face suddenly shift from confusion to surprise to bewilderment to shock to happiness.

Happiness.

“Illeka I thought you were dead!” Kala runs towards me, but I’m too shocked to move.

She’s smiling. It’s not sadistic, it’s not...harmful, it’s just genuine joy. For a moment I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

Kala hugs me for a long moment, before letting go. “So how did you survive?”

...

In my head I’m thinking, “oh you fuck face”

THE. AUDACITY. OF. THIS. BITCH.

“HOWD I SURVIVE” UH NO THANKS TO YOU FOR ALMOST KILLING ME FOR YOUR STUPID RITUAL WHATEVER THAT KILLED TALAKO WTFFF

ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO PULL THE SAME TRICK AGAIN??? GONNA PRETEND TO BE ALL SENTIMENTAL AND NICE JUST TO TRY AND KILL ME LATER ON? HA OK OK

how about instead, I do the one good thing, the one worthwhile thing I can do in my entire life...just one simple course of action that might hope to make up for the mountain of regret that is my entire existence.

I am finally going to kill you.

Kala’s staring at me, eyes curious, head tilted as if all she ever did was ask what I had for brunch.

I blink once, and my neutral expression, faintly coated with shock morphs into determination.

I roll for initiative.

- - - - - -

It’s 1am.

So have a cliffhanger, kinda.

If anyone bothers to read this far, congrats! Your reward is me being lazy. I’ll tell you what happened sometime tomorrow if anyone really wants to know :P Long story short, it doesn’t end how I, and therefore probably you, would except.

#haha brain go- shamelessly talk about Illeka for 3 thousand words #i actually dont know the word count i didnt check i think it's 4k??#the thing i copy pasted is like 2k and the campaign stuff i added is....idk #not botw kinda #rito oc #kinda #dnd #kip talks for too long #i'd write this better but its 1am #good luck if you can actually read this

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Infuriating (Oni x Spades)

Author’s note: WHEWWWWWWWWW ONE OF MY LONGEST SINGLE PART FICS IN A LONG ASS TIME, I AM BACK MY GIRLS, MY GUYS, MY THEYS- 10.2K words, featuring my OC, Oni, and my awesome, awesome friend’s, @flowerthornsart, OC, Spades-THIS FIC IS VERY NSFW, NSFT, AND ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SWEET SO PREPARE YOUR HEARTS AND ENJOY-

"You know you don't have to keep trying to call him, right?" The voice of one of Spades' runners cut through the thick tension in her office. Being abruptly torn out of her thoughts, she felt the weight of her phone return in her hand. She was going at this for longer than she realized. It was supposed to be just one phone call to see if he would even bother to talk to her, but she had felt like he took one look at his phone and saw her name and refused to pick it up. "Boss, Oni is a bastard, okay? You were obviously in the right during that whole argument-" Spades' eyes snapped onto the runner, silencing him almost immediately. "I'd watch your words if I were you." Her voice was low and drenched with a thick layer of venom. "And if you clearly couldn't tell, I'm busy, so get out." She pointed at the door, "Now." The moment the word left her lips, the runner turned and practically ran out due to the growing fear. Spades being angry was something that only a few people could handle. Right now, she was trying to call the number one person who barely even flinched when the demon was fuming. Taking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth, she pressed the same number on speed dial and raised the phone to her ear again.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And to voicemail once again. There wasn't even a message. There was just that beep, and she was sure the phone picked up her disappointed sigh, but after getting that out of the way, she cleared her throat and tried to sound like her usual self to her best abilities. "Hi Oni, it's me again. I was um, wondering if you were gonna pick up or not, or if you got my other messages or anything just, call me back whenever you can, okay?" She tried to ignore the tear that cascaded down her cheek. "Please, Sora. I'm sorry for what I said. Please." She couldn't believe that came out of her mouth, how sensitive she was, that she was crying even. However, that little grain of hopefulness disappeared when he didn't pick up or answer after that message, so she hung up and set her phone back down on the desktop, face down. Sniffling, she reached up with a coat sleeve and wiped any tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes, it was so difficult to not just start sobbing. Sure, she was used to the occasional, playful ignoring from him, the kind that gets Spades' to smack the back of Oni's head to get his attention all over again, like he was a big dog that needed to go through intense obedient school. Three times in a row if that was possible. But it was never...this. Just silence from Oni. Oni, the man whose mouth was as massive as his skyscraper, towering ego, every time where she shouted at the man to shut him up, was rushing back in her head and she was regretting it every time she spat those two words at him. She was aware that they bickered and shouted at each other until they both were sore in their throats. But, the latest argument replayed in her head at full volume and high-definition, she screamed at him, said things that she shouldn't have and as she saw Oni's half-covered face, the image of the restrained hurt in his eyes burned in her mind and stayed there, like a punishment for what she said. She sat there, in quiet stillness, her breath was quivering behind her palm pressed against her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight. The argument played in her head. She remembered all of it.

"I can't believe you were that stupid!" Pacing back in forth in front of her car, Oni leaned against the side of the hood, unbothered by her usual lashing of his work. "Stupid?? Hey, I did what the fuck you pay me for, Yotsume, that motherfucker was gonna shoot you!" Oni raising his voice equaled her raising hers in return, and she stomped right up to him and practically shoved against his chest, she was livid. "You don't know that!" She rebutted, "He was going for his fuckin' gun! Are you dumb?!" He stood up and stomped closer to her, he wasn't gonna back down from her, he's never done that before no matter how pissed she was at him, however, it was a little unnerving that him standing up for himself only pissed her off even more. She wanted him to see that he was the only one in the wrong the entire time. Growling with a raised and flicking tail behind her, she spat at him again, "You were overconfident, cocky, loud-mouthed and you thought you could do everything!! You didn't read the situation right, you didn't think about the consequences of your actions, like fucking usual with you, No-Face!!" She groaned out loudly, and the next words, she was so angry, her head clouded with rage and she just wasn't thinking clearly at all. The words built up and slung out quicker than she thought, and now, intended. "I should have never hired you in the first place!! You loud, obnoxious, infuriating, waste of a hitman and lousy, washed up Yakuza!!" As her yelling came to an end, it was so tense. Silent despite distant sirens, her panting, and the soft creaking of metal due to the runners at the opposing car standing up and away from the vehicle to stare at them both with shock. Oni was stunned, he stood there, unmoving, his eyes were wide and how his hands twitched at his sides, he was trying to hold back a lot. "You know what?" There was a soft waver to his voice before it got quickly replaced with growing, burning anger. He stepped up to her, his palm pushing her away from him, "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little gun-running gang, you hear me?! I don't fucking need this! I'm going home!" Oni's tattoos were glowed and pulsed a vibrant, blazing red. The red vapor steadily poured out of the gaps in between the mask and the resin fangs of it. His ruby orbs bore holes into hers and practically into her soul. "Why, so you can go off and cry?! Run away from what's your fault?! Oh, what a shocker!" As if the wound wasn't torn open enough, Spades poured another mound of salt into it and let it fester. "And I won't have to listen to your fuckin' whinin' and complainin', you mega-bitch!!" The red-vapor seeped out of his mask at an alarming rate, it overtook him and swirled around him in a vortex, tornado-like manner, and when the dense vapor dissipated, he was gone without a single trance.

It's been three days ever since that encounter after that mission had gone bad, and Spades, couldn't contact him at all. Every time she called him, it was directed to his voicemail either right away or he just let it rung, and there was even the occurrence of Spades and one of her runners driving by his apartment to only be let down with the fact that he wasn't there every time they showed up. He was beyond mad, beyond angry, and thinking about that whole fight in between them, who could blame him? The things that she said, she was regretting every word that came out of her mouth, she pleaded to herself, wanting to take back every syllable that ran out of her mouth with no abandon. She was actually...sorry, she seldom this sensitive with anyone, let alone someone she hired but Oni, he was different. As much as he annoyed her to no end, she always found herself safe around him, smiling, laughing, them messing around with one another, whether it'd be flicking their ears, pulling tails, stepping on coats, or zinging each other enough to fill books with the bevy nicknames they had for each other. He made her happy, and she told him that she wished that she never hired him. "Sora..." His name whispered past her lips without her knowledge but hearing that name ring through her head, she wasn't going to sit there anymore, wallowing in her sadness and regret. Fixing the lapel to her coat, she stood up from her desk in her office and hurried out of it with a plan in mind. Go to Oni's apartment and see him again, if he wasn't there, then she'd wait for him and call him until either one of their phones died. "Boss-whoa, hey where are you going?" Spades, barely glancing at the runner who tried to get her attention, she stepped past him, barely managing to get a look over her shoulder at them, "I'm going to Oni's place, don't follow me, I don't need back-up, I just...I need to talk to him, okay?" She wasn't going to cry in front of them, she was never, ever going to do that but at that moment of telling them her plans and how the images of hers and Oni's fight flooded into her head at an alarming rate, it was damn tempting to. Fishing through her coat pocket when she went outside to the garage, she pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the driver's side door of the car, and slid herself in, closing and locking the door behind her when she settled herself into the seat. Sliding the key into the ignition, she hesitated for a moment about what could happen. Would he attack her? Did he mean the things that he said back? Did he...never want to see her again? Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, she willed the tears back that threatened to spill out and shook her head. No. She was going to make things better. She had to.

As for Oni, he buried deep in his apartment, in his little world. "Hah!!" He let out a grunt when his bandaged hand connected with the roughly ripped punching bag and after that punch, he swiftly followed up with a knee to the side. "There is a thing as over-training, Sora." His Deity's sentient voice infiltrated his mind, something that he was used to but right now, he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "And you think I give a shit?" Panting, he managed to shoot that back before turning on his heel and he roundhouse kicked the bag with a powerful amount of force, the bag swinging around on its steel chain in a messy circle after the contact. "I can tell you're doing this to ignore what's going on. Three days," The Deity's red vapor entered through every crevice of his training room, however, Oni didn't even bother to look up as the Deity manifested into his huge, towering, demonic form. He placed a clawed hand on the punching bag, halting it in place. "Isn't that enough?" He questioned, only to get a scoff from Oni, "Bold of you to fucking think she even wants to talk to me," the Deity's stance against the punching bag barely moved at Oni's hostility. He's been with the assassin for years that he's grown accustomed to it and not to mention, he should have expected it, this fight in between him and Spades was an extremely touchy and sensitive one where both of them were facing the repercussions of the whole situation, Oni was mad and seeing the several upon several messages that Spades was leaving on his phone, voicemail or text message alike, he could tell that Spades was sad about everything and what she said. "She's been trying to. You've been ignoring her, Sora, she's been leaving messages for you the entire time." Letting himself disappear and traveling in a dense, vapory form, he slid out through the opening at the bottom of the door and went back into Oni's room. He scooped up his phone and went back to the training room where Oni, albeit impatiently, was waiting for the Deity's return and when he came through the door, the Deity formed himself back into his demonic form and tossed Oni his phone with one hand. Catching it in mid-air, he read the words on the front of it. 10 texts unread, 15 calls missed, and 5 voicemails. "W-What?" Oni almost didn't believe his Deity at what he said prior but seeing the evidence on his phone, staring him straight in the face. It was starting to loom over him, that growing dread of what's happened. "They, heh, they're not that serious come on," Oni glanced at the Deity, watching how his expression softened and his eyes cascaded downwards onto the floor for a moment before finally locking eyes with Oni again. "Listen to them." His voice, despite ordering him in a way, was tender, softer, parenting honestly. After hearing him like that, he knew he had to, plus, a big part in his heart was screaming at him to do this. Spades' never called him or messaged him or anything to get his attention this much, it was like she was desperate to talk to him again. To be fair, the separation was awful for him too, did it get that bad for Spades? Pressing the phone against his ear, he started from the first voicemail and went on:

"Umbra, pick up your phone and stop being a brat, come here, I have a job for you."

"Okay, hahaha, you're not gonna talk to me? How far do you have your foot up your ass, Oni?? Just answer the phone already."

"Oni? Hey, it's been two days now, can we talk, please? I think we need to."

Oni listened, and the increasing amount of desperation that filled her voice was creeping into his heart and shattering it more and more as time passed. When the last one hit his ears, that's when it broke into a million little pieces deep into his chest cavity. How she pleaded like that to hear from him, he could easily tell that she was crying, and then, how she said his name. His real name. He messed up, bad. It dawned on him, quickly, how sad she sounded, and how she denied any tears to come out during that last message. They should have talked, he shouldn't have just kept her out like that like an unwanted animal or something like that. It was just that first day he was so mad and he told himself to ignore anything that came from Spades, he wasn't going to talk to her. He opened up the text messages this time, the constant pleading, the spamming, the hopefulness only to be extinguished by Oni willingly blocking out everything that came from her. "I need to get to her." Standing up, he reached over to his bedside table and slipped his mask onto its usual place on the lower half of his face. "Do you think she's there?" The Deity followed after Oni in his mind, the assassin picked up his coat from the edge of the couch and he hurriedly went up to the door without putting it on yet since he didn't want to waste any time. "She has to be," he placed a hand on the doorknob to his front door, squeezing it, "I hope she is." He turned the silver handle and flung the door open at a fast speed, only to be greeted by Spades standing at the entrance with her hand lifted in a knocking position, literally a second later to the door, she would have knocked. Her eyes wide, so were Oni's, and the opposing colored orbs landed and locked onto one another, "Yotsume?" He questioned and with a soft, somewhat sad chuckle, he smiled thinly at her. "Hey, guess what, I'm alive!" He joked a little, wanting her to smile at him, or just be annoyed at him, anything else other than as sad as she was. God, he could feel it resonate from her, the feeling of it stabbed through his gut multiple times without any resistance or mercy, and to be fair, he deserved all of it. "You're mad-whoa!!" Spades threw herself into Oni's arms and clenched onto him so tight he could feel his lungs being practically crushed. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of Spades quietly sobbing against his chest, her fingers were clenching at the back of his tank-top and gripping the fabric. She didn't plan on letting go at any time soon. Using his tattooed hand to close the door, he hugged her back, not as tight as she was hugging him, however, it was as close as hers. His head leaned down and nestled against hers, and his hands planted themselves right on her form and felt her. It was such a relieving sensation to feel her so close to him again, how her body filled out his palms so perfectly, he missed this, he missed her. Stepping back and feeling the side of the couch against the back of his legs, he maneuvered himself to sit down and he expected her to just sit down next to him, only to be surprised when she rewrapped her arms around his form and placed herself onto his lap firmly. Her body was shivering, twitching with every hard and much-needed sob that wracked through her body, tears were staining both his tank-top and her coat.

"Hey..." Oni started, his voice barely above a whisper, and there was nothing but sweetness evident in his voice. Gently nudging his head against hers so that she'd look into his eyes, even just a little bit, he started to whisper to her softly. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, I promise..." he began. He saw how Spades opened her mouth, possibly to go against those words, but, he gently cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, and he let it rest there. His thumb grazed the top of her cheek, gliding over the grey-tinted skin, and feeling how it was wet there due to her tears. "I won't lie, I was so pissed off about what you said. But, I'm not anymore, I promise, Spades, I could never stay that mad at you." He leaned forward, and let his forehead press against hers, "I mean it." Hearing Spades let out all of those much-needed cries stabbed him in the heart directly. He shouldn't have ignored her. They should have talked this stupid argument out, that way, neither one of them would have been in as much pain as they were. He reached up with his free hand and both of his hands held her cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away all the tears he touched, "You don't have to cry anymore, Safaia," he whispered, and when he saw those bright, blue orbs again, all four of them, he smiled gently. "There you go, beautiful, it's okay..." he relaxed his hands from her face, and he let them rest on her shoulders, then down to her arms, rubbing and massaging them softly, feeling how tense she was but was relieved to feel her take in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, "Are you okay?" That question might have an obvious answer to some, but he wanted to know above all else if she was okay or not, she's never cried like this before in front of him. Managing a slight nod, Spades sniffled once more, and she gazed up at Oni's face, only to be surprised and left in a slight marvel at the man's uncovered face, she had grown completely used to seeing that mask on the bottom half of his face and his hood up and obscuring the rest of it that seeing him exposed like this, it was surprising, and when she felt her heart starting to pick up, it was much-desired too. She didn't respond to the question right away, but she managed to nod at him, her breathing was softer than before and wasn't hitching as much either. Her eyes, however, couldn't be torn away from his face, taking in how true and tender his orbs were, and the matching softness to his tone made her heart not only more relieved but it made her heart jump too. She felt growing hotness beginning to rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat was loud and ringing throughout her ears, she gulped to herself, then spoke up again.

"Sora?" She breathed out his real name, her hands finding their way up to his tank-top, and she wrapped her hands around the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. "Yeah? Spades, are you-" his words were cut off when she swiftly tugged him down to her level and she slammed her lips against his in a deep kiss. She felt her whole body tingle, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt so relieving. He pulled her in close to his body, the two panting against each other's mouths, "Kiss me again," she rasped out, and Oni did just that. He closed the gap between the two, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense. She couldn't help the muffled gasp that came from her due to his hands groping her backside and he took two tender handfuls and squeezed, and maneuvered her onto his lap. Realizing where her hands were, she slid them down the front of his body, feeling every bump and groove of his toned torso underneath the fabric of his top, she hooked her digits around the hem of it, and she slid up and over his head, discarding the article of clothing over the edge of the couch. She placed her hands right back onto his broad chest, her fingers digging into his chest ever so slightly as a response to his hands squeezing and rubbing her backside. It was mostly because he just couldn't help himself, her body was perfect to him, his groping and touching were getting the better of him, and it showed when he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her backside in a firm smack. Suppressing a squeal due to their lips locked against one another in a passionate, hungry, and hot kiss, Spades pulled back, blinked, and glanced down at Oni's hand on her backside, then she looked back at him with a raised brow. "Did you just...spank me?" Oni let out a breathy pant and nodded with a smirk that danced its way and planted itself onto his lips, "Yeah, I did, is that okay, Safaia?" He gave a little tilt of his head, and she rolled her eyes at the sight of him, she rested her forehead against his and even nuzzled him too, "Warn me next time!" She moved one of her hands up and snagged the top of one of his ears and pulled playfully, "Ah-hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I will!" He laughed, his digits rubbing over the dusted pink area of where his ear was pulled, and he gazed back at Spades to see that mischievous glint in her eyes, she matched it even more with how her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and at him. Leaning in, he chuckled, "You're lucky you're so cute~" He purred, drawing giggles from her and when he got close enough, he captured her lips again in another kiss. His hands, fumbling just a little due to eagerness to see her nude, reached up towards the belt around her waist, and after one or two tries, he unbuckled it. He grabbed her coat's lapel and started to slide the dark fabric off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin. He couldn't contain himself, leaning in, he peppered the side of her neck with an onslaught of kisses, and he drove them down to her shoulder, letting a smile slip onto his lips that pressed against her shivering body. She rested her hands on the sides of his firm body, and she let them travel downward to his belt, her digits grazing against the tent in his pants, drawing a muffled, low groan from his chest. "Tease," He mumbled against her skin. Spades pecked the tip of his nose, giggling, "Were you expecting something else?~"

Her palms groped and massaged his covered cock, she felt him twitching at her touches. He longed for this to happen, the number of times, albeit more than he would like to admit, he pictured this happening practically drove a part of him crazy. He almost didn't believe that it was happening, how her hands were roaming all over his lap, feeling him, wrapping her fingers around his tent and gently squeezing, stroking. Spades wasn't in that much of a different boat, the delectable sight of Oni's hooded eyes, his head arching back, and how he bit down on his bottom lip as if he was restricting any noises to emit from him besides the occasional quiet, low, rumble of a groan. "Fuck~" Spades breathily whispered to herself, her hands wrapping around the black leather belt secured around his waist. She unbuckled the metal clasp and slid the belt out from the belt loops and much like the other clothes, other than her coat that laid carefully on the edge of the couch, his belt was discarded to the side to worry about later. Dragging his zipper down, she pulled the front of his pants and boxers down and watched his hard cock spring up, and stood erect at attention. She let out a surprised, quiet squeak to herself at the sight of his hard length, twitching, and gently leaking pre. "You're a lot bigger than I imagined, Sora," those words left her mouth without even thinking, however, Oni picked them up right away. He laughed and playfully poked her forehead to get her attention, "Hey," retracting back to glare at him, she narrowed her multiple eyes at him. "Ah-what?!" He raised an eyebrow and grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "Bigger than you imagined?~" He repeated back to her in a flirtatious tone, and it made Spades roll her eyes with a growing blush overtaking her cheeks. "Oh, shut up! I bet you've imagined stuff too!" Spades hated how right he was about that, but she smirked when she saw how his face shifted to a deep crimson since he was caught in the same way as her, even his eyes drifted over to the right. "That's what I thought~" She teased. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length, he sucked in a quiet breath at the direct contact instead of through his clothes. She rested her body against his, her hand stroking and pumping his length, and she had her head nestled into the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled back, accompanied by him laying his head against one of the couch's pillows, "Fuck~" The curse breathed out in a mutter that sent shivers through her body, and to make it worse, or better honestly, for him, she peppered the side of his neck with little pecks and kisses and even small nips. She moved her hand upwards and rubbed her thumb against the head of his cock, feeling his pre dribble out and get onto her digit.

"Wait, wait," Oni mumbled through the breathy moans that ran out of his mouth, and the moment she heard that, Spades halted her movements, and retracted her hand back, worry growing in her. "Huh? What's wrong, Sora?" She placed both of her palms lightly against his chest while he sat up fully, his own hands gliding up her thighs, lingering against any exposed skin, then he grabbed her hips tenderly, and led her down to a laying position and he even made sure that her head was laying on one of the couch's pillows. "Nothin's wrong, trust me, Safaia, I just..." She studied his ruby-red orbs, it was like they were shimmering, his gaze was clouded with lust, an unsatiated hunger and she was the main course he was going to dive into. How right she was about that. "I fuckin' wanna taste your pussy~" Then he spoke, and the arousal dripped from his voice practically, and what he said practically shot through her body like an arrow. It made her multiple eyes widen and her jaw drop, it felt like her face was on fire. "G-Geez could you be any cruder about it?!" Despite her snapping back like that, her thighs pressed against one another's at the sheer thought of Oni's head in between her legs, the feel of his tongue burying deep inside of her, tasting her. He leaned up and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against her forehead. "You love it," he purred, finishing it with a wink. "Oh shut up," she giggled, her hands moving up and her fingers threaded through his jet black hair, "And kiss me properly while you're up here still~" She winked right back at him, and with shared grins, he closed the gap in between them and his lips locked onto hers in a heated exchange, this time, his tongue wasted no time in roaming into her open mouth. Her fingers gripped at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a little to match it. That resulted in a deep, muffled groan to be pulled far from his chest, and she swallowed it through the kisses. His hands went up to the waistline of her pants, fumbling for a few moments, but, he unbuttoned the buttons, unzipped the zipper, and pulled the slacks off of her. How quickly and feverishly he did those actions, the arousal radiated off of him like heat, and combined with the gleam in his unnatural eyes, she could read him like a book. She could tell he dreamt of this and wanted it dearly. She was no different, she won't lie, she's envisioned doing this with him more times than she'd like to admit out loud to him. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it. His hands moved, his digits wrapped around the edges of the hem of her shirt and he carefully pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the side. Now, the girl of his dreams laid below him in just a bra and a pair of panties. He took in the sight, how beautiful she looked with her bosom heaving gently in tune with her panting, her grey-tinted skin that he just wanted to trace every inch over with his fingers and leave kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She stunned him, how enamored and in love with him was something he never expected in his entire life.

Sure, he's had flings before, the life of an assassin can get lonely and companionship was nice, even if it was just for a night, and whoever he was with would find him gone the next morning, that used to be a regular thing. That all changed when Spades hired him. Every time he pulled her tail, every little flick on her forehead, or even a tug on one of her pointed ears, he did it all the time to her, and what was so different about Spades was that she just didn't sit there and take it. She would step on the back of his coat and almost make him fall flat on his back, she'd always have a rebuttal to every nickname he called her, if he snapped at her, she'd snap back. He acted like that annoying tree branch that would continuously tap against one of the glass panes of a bedroom window when the wind blew hard enough. However, she never got rid of him. Their arguing never got so bad that a weapon was pulled on the other. He was pretty positive there must have been one time where he was just so, under her skin, he was like a tick just draining her of blood and sickening her. But they never did. Not even that night before the three grueling days, she screamed at him and he roared back, but still, no claws or teeth were used. Had he honestly fallen in love with her sooner than he expected? "Sora?" Spades' voice, laced with tenderness, dragged him out of his deep thinking. He had to put himself back into his body, his hands sat firmly on the sides of her body. Blinking enough times to put a movie projector's lens to shame, he finally spoke up, and for once, he was at a loss for words. "Shit, sorry, Spades...just, your body..." Spades' eyes softened, her arms unknowingly moved upwards and crossed over her chest when a wave of self-consciousness washed over her due to Oni's misplaced words. "Ah...I can put something back on, Sora, I know this isn't the most...attractive body to have," the moment those words escaped her lips, his eyes record-breakingly snapped back to her under him. He didn't say anything at first, that usually meant he was planning in his head, and planning he did. Reaching over towards the coffee table, he hooked his fingers around the black, dense chain of his necklace and the three magatama beads that dangled from it. She watched him with a raised and confused brow. "You're gonna put on your necklace before we do anything? Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes but was a little surprised at his head shake.

"Nah, I'm not, but you gotta promise me something."

"....what?" She queried.

"Don't get mad."

Faster than she perceived at first, he took a hold of one of the comma-shaped beads, gripping it, and with a shimmer of bright red in his eyes, the bed glowed and built upwards into a knife, a karambit to be exact, it matched the shape. "What are you do-hey!" She watched him move forward with the knife in tow, the blade slid under the center part of her bra and he sliced upwards, splitting the brassiere in half and releasing Spades' breasts. "Ah-Sora! C'mon, I just bought that one! What the Hell are y-anh!~" Her anger-filled retorts melted into moans at the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs pressed against her nipples and rubbed over them in a slow, circular motion to prep them, and when they were fully erect, his thumb and index finger caught her left nipple and he pinched it softly, he even tugged on it a couple of times. "S-Sora~" She shakily breathed out, hearing his name come from her lips like that was a drug to him that he was all too quickly getting addicted to. He leaned in, she could feel his breath right against her ear again, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low, husky. "Ya think I give a fuck that you're a bigger girl? I don't." Releasing her breasts, his hands traveled downwards and took a hold of her panties, he would have torn them off if he was driven any further, but he had just cut up her bra so, that'd be for another time. He just pulled down her underwear off of her completely and let them fall to the ground. "I think it's hot, you're fuckin' sexy. Trust me, when we had to do that job for that big, ugly, motherfucker who was eyeing you like his tenth meal that day, I wanted to kill him right there." As he spoke, he moved downwards, placing kisses where he wanted. He cascaded down her neck, to her chest, he spent a little longer on her breasts by leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, it made her gasp out and throw her head back against the pillow she rested on, and openly moan out. "But, holy fuck, ya looked so goddamn amazing in that dress ya wore that day, and ya want me to be honest? For once?" He chuckled, a little breathlessly, but he lifted himself and stared straight-forward into her eyes. "I wanted to rip that little dress off of ya and fuck you right then and there," he growled, he legitimately growled which was a sound she's never heard him let out before and it made her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened too. "S-Sora I had no idea-" her words paused when he moved down to her stomach. "Ya get me fuckin' harder than a rock, as ya can tell, of course." He joked, she shuddered a bit at the feel of his breath so close to his target area, how he was taking his time, being so meticulous and thorough was both amazing and a huge tease, but what he did next both surprised her and honestly, almost made her cry since she was so touched. He planted kisses on her stretch marks, he made sure to take his time, his lips would linger on certain ones before moving on. He did the same to the ones on her thighs and it made her breath hitch pleasurably with how close his mouth was to her slit. He glanced at there first, then his gaze flickered back upwards at her face and the flushed, needy expression painted on her features. "Ya drive me so fuckin' crazy, every time you're a little tease to me, I just want to..." He grasped at her thighs and his fingers dug into her, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. When he had a firm, full hold on her, he pulled her downwards more, she could feel her breath against her wetness, "Lock the door where we are and take ya~" When that growl left his lips, he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against her pussy and he dragged it upwards in a slow lick, causing Spades' hands to shoot down to his head and her fingers threaded through his black treads and she gripped them, pulling his hair slightly too. "S-Sora, fuck, then do it~ Take me~ You're not just gonna, hah, be all talk and not do it, are you?~" Spades challenged, despite being quite breathless and flushed, a smirk played on her lips, and she was sure that he saw it. "Now you're askin' for it~" He warned with a chuckle, his ruby eyes glinting with a determined shine. He leaned in, his tongue pressed deep inside of her, it swirled around inside of her, he could taste her juices steadily leaking onto his tongue, she tasted so sweet, delectable, he grew addicted to it. He took a look up at Spades, her head was laid back and her back was arched off of the couch, he felt her thighs tighten around his head, not only squeezing him but effectively trapping him until she deemed it fit. She moaned out, her fingers tugged at his hair, not enough to tear out of his scalp, but enough for him to notice. His tongue slid up and down her slit, his hand trailed up and he gingerly placed his fingers on her folds and he spread her open, he slinked his tongue back out of her orifice and he pushed it upwards, meeting her clit and when he heard that little gasp come out of her, he grinned. "There it is~" She could barely breathe out a rebuttal due to Oni's lips wrapping around her swollen clit, and he suckled on it tenderly, his tongue flicking and running over the nub, "Fuck-!~ Sora, fuck, that's so much~ I-It's not like you're n-never gonna do this again!~ Fuck!~" She writhed pleasurably underneath him, her hands launched towards the sheets underneath her, she took fistfuls of the fabric and gripped them so hard, it felt like she was going to tear holes in them. Honestly, how come it didn't surprise her at all that Oni was going to be amazing with his mouth?

"Fuck me~" those two little words, albeit she sounded much more beg-y than she wished at first, brushed out of her mouth in a breathless, needy pant. Oni's eyes widened somewhat, thinking over what she said was what he heard, especially for the fact that she was begging for him, or at least that's how he perceived it. "What was that, Safaia?~" If she didn't love him as much as she did, there were just somedays she wanted to smack that grin of his off of his face, and this was most certainly one of those times. "You heard me, Umbra!" She shot back, and with a shrug, he propped himself onto his elbow and rested his chin on an upturned palm. "I don't know, did I?~" He questioned with a tilt of his head, his voice had a sickeningly sweet, sing-song tone to it, yeah, Spades wasn't having that. She propped herself up on her elbows at first, then moved up into a sitting position and pushing her hands forward, she grabbed the straps of his tank-top all over again and pulled him up to her level, her eyes had a deep, unsatiated desire burning in her eyes, all four of them, and he could feel it. She inhaled, the breath leaving her had a bit of a shake to it, and then she spoke. "I want you, Sora, fuck, I need you~" She sounded desperate, she honestly believed he would revel in it but the growing shocked and red-faced expression that painted across his face proved otherwise. "I need you to...to..." she was lost on her words, her eyes even darted somewhat left and right as if she was physically looking for her words. It took her a moment or two, but when she found it, her entire face adorned a bright blue hue, "I need you to make love to me~" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded sappy as all Hell, "T-That was too much wasn't-mmh!~" Her words were silenced by Oni hurriedly leaning forward and slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss all over again. Those words, hit him harder than she expected. His hands, with a newfound urgency in them, feverishly shot up to the back of her knees, and he hoisted her legs up, faster than she was prepared for. "Ah-! Careful, no-face, at least give me a warning!" She scolded, though the sapphire-blue blush painted across her cheeks gave away the fact that she wasn't angry with him, it made him chuckle. He let her legs relax, resting on his shoulders, he shimmied himself up closer in between her thighs and he rested his cock on her soaking wet slit, "Where's the fun in givin' you a warning? Plus, I like hearin' you squeak like that~" Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, his hand drifted down his body, his digits hooked around the base of his cock, and he dragged the head of it up and down her folds. Her wetness coated the tip, his hand glided upwards when he saw the soft shine of her juices glinting on his cock, he pumped his length, covering his length from top to bottom, earning a deep, low groan to be pulled from the deepest reaches of his chest. The sight alone practically made Spades aroused, even more, she had to clamp her slack-jawed mouth shut, her face felt like it was burning, on fire, with how large the blue blush on her face had grown in such little time at such a small action. Oni leaned forward, his hips angled downwards and his twitching length primed and ready at her pussy, the head of it gently pressed in between her folds, and it prodded at her entrance. He teased her, his cock was right there, she could feel the head of it brush over her entrance. The tip of it dipped inside of her for a few, exhilarating moments, only for it stripped away from her again when he pulled his cock away from her. A whine emitted from her, her eyes that were screwed shut, pried open with enough strength she drew from in and with a shuddering hand, Spades reached up and took a fistful of Oni's tank-top and she yanked him down to her level, it was quite easy to do with how he was leaned forward in between her elevated legs. "Sora, I swear to God if you don't put your cock in me already, I'll shove t-that stupid mask of yours up your a-ass!" Oni's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times, stunned, before a cocky grin spread across his face, its natural place. He leaned forward and pecked a few chaste kisses on her lips before holding one final kiss. "It's hot when you get angry, y'know?" He chimed in. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, but wasn't able to hide the growing smile overtaking her face, "You're lucky you're so cute, dammit~" She let her fingers thread through the soft, pitch-black tresses he had, her fingers spreading out. It made his eyes flutter and close and he leaned his head back into her palm so she could pet him more. "But, please, Sora, I-I...I really need you....~" Oni's eyes softened. When her voice got that tender, that soft-spoken, he could tell that she needed it, that she craved it, and he was the same way. They were together in a way that he's only pictured, that he wished would happen much earlier than now, he wasn't going to pass it up. "Trust me, Safaia, I need you too, like, a whole fuckin' lot....~" He let the words dust out of his mouth in a hushed, husky whisper, the kind that sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine like electricity passing through a circuit at high, unstoppable speeds. He aligned himself up again, his hips flexed forward and his cock pushed past her folds and slid deep inside of her. His hips pressed up and met her hips and he hilted himself inside of her. He muttered a few curses alongside the low groans that came from him while Spades' voice was caught in her throat, she was grasping at bedsheets with one hand while the other had shot up to his left forearm and she clenched onto it, her nails digging into the tattooed skin.

He leaned over her and waited, she was much tighter than he had thought or anticipated, but he loved it how she clenched around his cock, her wet, velvety, warm walls framed around his length and hugged him snuggly, not letting go any time soon. "Give me, hah, hold on~" She managed to get out, her voice was shaky, how her legs were on his shoulders and so close to his head, he could feel those quivering, her breasts were heaving up and down in tune with her panting. It was at this moment that he was reminded of just how beautiful Spades looked like this, she looked like a Goddess, lavished in a blue-tinted blush, splayed out on the bed ready to be claimed by her lucky, devoted follower who would do anything and everything to be with her like this, in her more vulnerable, to give her electrifying pleasure until she was seeing stars and had no feeling in her legs. Call him determined. She breathed out in a huff, it caught his attention rather quickly and when he gazed at her expression again, he saw that breathless smile that slithered onto her lips and her multiple eyes, with some work, lifted and locked onto him leaned over her, "G-Go ahead, Sora, you were talking a-all cocky earlier, aren't you going to do it?~" She dared, matching it with a raise of her eyebrow and with a grin, his hands moved from her legs that he kept firmly on his shoulders to keep them elevated, it gave him just the most perfect angle to pound into her when the time came, but, for now, he'd be contained. Pulling out almost all of the way, nearly drawing another whimper from her throat, if it weren't for him fastening his hips forward in a swift thrust, it got her to moan out somewhat loudly, openly in the empty living room. His hips thrust downwards into hers, unwaveringly and deep, his hands drifted up from the bedsheets, and they darted up to her legs and he gripped at them. "S-Sora, that's-oh that's amazing, yes!~" She cried out, his cock glided smoothly in and out of her effortlessly. She pried her eyes open once more, now it was her turn to take in the almost dreamlike sight in front of her. Oni had leaned over her, his exposed face was flushed a deep-seated blood red while pants and groans fled from his lips left and right. His toned, strong body had a thin sheen of sweat building upon it, his hands grasped at her legs resting on his shoulders for dear life, his dug into the flesh, not enough to do any damage or anything like that, but she was sure that bruises were going to pepper the skin down there. Her eyes drifted down and she watched how his cock pumped in and out of her, how it disappeared into her body with every thrust. "Spades~ Spades~ Fuckkk~" He murmured, then he did something she truly didn't foresee him to do at all, though when he did it, she wasn't prepared for it but cherished it. Groans ghosted out of his lips, however, it wasn't English this time, it was full, fluent Japanese, which, sadly, Spades knew not a single word of it, not including his name and his alias. But, reading his expression, how it made him move his hips up into hers more and his pumps got harder and quicker than before, she was sure it was about how good she felt encircled around him. "God I love you, Spades, I fuckin' love you, and I mean it, okay?~ I don't ever, hn, unh, unf, wanna fuckin' fight that bad with you again~" He was getting lost, tangled up in the pleasure, the love he's been restraining and keeping to himself for this entire time, well now, those binds were being unwoven and it was pouring out, fast, with no abandon. Hearing those three little words breathe out from Oni's lips almost knocked the air out of her body, actually hearing him say that was so much different than picturing it. Her hand, shaky as all Hell, reached up and she planted it, palm down, against his chest to get his attention, she even pinched some of the black fabric of his tank-top and gave it a few tugs for good measure. The small movements almost immediately caught his attention, it worried him to a degree, he assumed that it was a subtle sign that he was going to rough or too fast, so, carefully, he let his movements gradually come to a slower pace, almost stopping fully. He even carefully released her legs so that they were at his sides rather than being propped up on his shoulders, it made it easier for him to lean down to her level, and he stared into her eyes, the worry evident on his features. "You okay, Safaia?" He questioned, however, she didn't answer right away. Instead, the smile that had broken out across her face shown, now that he was closer than previously, her hands went up to his cheeks and she cupped them. Her fingers stroked the skin on his face, especially the twisting tattoos, she let a finger start at the top of them right below his left eye, and she let it cascade down to his cheek, to his jawline, and made a turn to his lips, and she grasped his chin delicately. With a light pull, she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, her mouth claiming his in a passionate liplock all over again. His frame pressed up against her body, his arms slithered down to her waist and coiled around her, while hers hurriedly moved up and intertwined around his neck. Her legs followed suit around his waist, and they wrapped around him, her thighs pressing against his sides at the addicting, pleasurable shocks that rushed through her body at their kisses. How his hands grasped at her back, his inhumanly long tongue prowling around in her mouth as if was his, tasting her. Her spaded tail, like a snake's grasp, shifted itself up in between his legs and it coiled around his thigh, clutching onto it. When the kiss finally broke, thin strings of saliva connected their mouths, they panted rather heavily in each other's mouths, and even though the kiss had parted, Oni kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Sora~" Spades gasped, "I do, I....god I love you so much~ You used to annoy me to no end, you being so loud and careless but then I just, hah, I started to know you, the real you and I fell for you, so hard~ I haven't...I haven't talked like this in a long time, but it was so difficult to not just run up to you and kiss you and hug you and just be with you...every time you just showed up out of nowhere and made yourself at home, it made me happy to see you, I looked forward to it! And the times that you got hurt and I wasn't there, I wanted to take care of you, to help you, I," she paused, her breath hitching a bit as a warning that the dams in her eyes were about to break again and cause her to sob all over him again. Her hands clenched at his back, her fists balling up the fabric, and her head leaned forward and she buried it into his chest, hiding her face. Despite it being muffled, she remained silent for a few moments longer, tears quietly flowed freely from her eyes, and they stained his tank-top, one of her hands relaxed and freed the part of his top in it, she stroked his upper back, her head sinking into his form a bit more when she relaxed, "I'll never abandon you like they did, I promise, Sora...." That's when she felt the light, wet plinking of droplets on her arm. Blinking, she retracted her head from his chest, and she relaxed against the pillows, she looked up at him and gasped lightly when she saw that now, he was inaudibly shedding tears. "Sora, I-" His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, it lingered there for a moment or two before moving to her hair and he ran his fingers through the sapphire-blue strands. He smiled, "Damn Safaia, I had no idea...you could have told me this like ages ago, you know?" He teased, despite sniffling, and he let out a breathless laugh when she smacked his shoulder at his comment, "Because I love you too, I'd do anything for you...I pretty much do that now anyway, but I mean you wouldn't have to pay me this time," he joked, it made her heart even warmer since he could still joke and tease and laugh during moments like these. He was perfect for her. "I'd give you the whole fuckin' world and then some, you deserve it and I fuckin' swear, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not gonna be like that fuckin' dick from before-trust me if you didn't beat me to it, they'd be a fuckin' snack for maggots," hearing the vile in his voice at just even mentioning her old partner, it made her feel so safe in his arms, how close they were to one another, it felt like there wasn't a single problem in the world. Lightly leaning back up, he wiped away any remaining tears clear off of her cheek with his thumb, "You okay?" he inquired, receiving a nod from her, her eyes locking on his. "I am, but now..." she cleared her throat, shortly after, that challenging smile of hers returned and she raised an eyebrow alongside it.

"Are you gonna keep your word, or are you really all talk?~"

"Well if you're gonna put me on the spot like that, you can beat that sweet ass of yours I'm keeping it~"

He shifted, his cock still buried deep inside of her, one of his hands drifted down and took a firm hold of one of her hips, gripping her. His steady, deep pace gradually returned with his rocking hips, he was leaned forward, his head nestled into the crook of her neck while he grunted and panted out somewhat heavily, the pleasure from before hitting the both of them all over again. She could feel his breath on her skin, how he lowly and huskily whispered her voice throughout his low groans amongst hushed curses made chills run rampant up and down her spine. His free hand, at first, resting, unused at his side, moved up and cupped one of her breasts, a gasp resonated from her at him tenderly kneading it and rubbing it, he squeezed her, her breast filling out his palm in the most perfect way possible. Her hands clenched on the couch, her eyes darted in between him leaned over her, grunting and groaning, then down to his cock pumping in and out of her, disappearing in her body with every thrust into her. His hand that was planted on her hips gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, he pulled her further down on his cock, it caused her to moan out loudly at how deep he was in her, how fast he was able to go. "S-Sora!~ Sora, I'm, hah, anh, I'm so-fuck!~ I'm so close!~" She managed to squeak out, and through his breathless groans, a grin spread out across his face, he leaned up, his mouth right next to her ear and then he started to murmur to her huskily. "You feel so, hnh, unh, fuckin' good, Safaia~ The way that, unnf, tight pussy of yours just hugs around my dick~ Unh~ Mmmhf~ Fuck, I wanna see ya cum, Spades, I wanna see that pretty face of yours all lost in your pleasure, I want you to cum all over me, c'mon, make my cock a fuckin' mess~" It was getting to be too much for her, how he pounded into her like an animal in heat, his thighs smacking up against hers, how he groaned and grunted, it made the tight coil that had built up over time in her stomach tightened more and more, it shuddered, about to snap at any moment. In the corner of his eye, Oni took note of how her hand unlatched from her tight grip on the couch. She moved it down to her slit, to place her digits on her clit, however, he was much quicker than her. His hand clasped around her wrist, stopping her in mid-movement, he raised her arm and pinned it over her head, and his opposite hand jetted downwards. He knew how close she was and how severely she desired it, how she wanted it, he was more than happy to take care of it himself. His thumb pressed on her clit, and he swiftly rubbed it in little circles, making her moan out loudly, her eyes shot close and her head tossed back into the pillows, her back arching off of the couch, "S-Sora!~ Sora!~ Sora!!~" That coil ultimately snapped in her stomach and the pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave of rushing fire, her wetness coated her thighs, the front of his thighs and made it even slicker for him to just pound away at her. His pumps got more erratic, more uneven, the pace he previously had developed completely gone from his mind, his panting got more breathless, her name escaped from him multiple times in light, gentle whispers. "S-Spades~ Fuck, I'm gonna cum~" He warned through one of those whispers. Nodding, her arms shot up to his neck again and she clung onto him, her legs even tightened around him too, "Inside, Sora~ MMhmmhf!~ Cum inside of me, Sora!~" That seemed to send him flying straight over the edge since it took a few more strong, fast, rocks of his hips and his orgasm hit him, hard, the pleasure rushed through his body up and down, his body shuddered as he kept his hips planted firmly against hers, his hips clenching and flexing with every deep pump of his seed flowing into her, filling her up. His orgasm rocked through him for quite some time, when he felt himself finally calming down, he gingerly unsheathed his now soft cock from her flooded slit and he hastily collapsed down on the opposite of the couch, hot and heavy pants emitting from him. Spades laid on her back still on her side, her legs weak, her body shuddered, even more at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her like a steady stream and dripping on the cushion below her. "Sora?" She managed to breathe out, and despite his chest heaving whilst he caught his air back, he responded, "Yeah, Safaia?" She giggled tiredly at the sound of her nickname coming from him. She placed a hand on one of his legs and she stroked it tenderly and soothingly.

"I love you, you big dork~"

"Hehehe, I love ya too, Spades~"

"And you're cleaning up this room yourself, later-"

"WHAT-!?"

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firehwartz · 4 years

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ocs as folklore songs bc i’m bored

the 1 - kai & diana

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

cardigan - asterin & cassian

I knew you

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better, I

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

'Cause I knew everything when I was young

And I knew you'd come back to me

You'd come back to me

my tears ricochet - nova & tommy / lily / harley (??kkkkkk)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And I still talk to you (When I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (You hear my stolen lullabies

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

mirrorball - kai & diana

I'm a mirrorball

I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

Hush, when no one is around, my dear

You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes

Spinning in my highest heels, love

Shining just for you

You are not like the regulars

The masquerade revelers

I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why

I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try

I'm still on that trapeze

I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven - nova & lily / harley / tommy

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with me

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

Are there still beautiful things?

this is me trying - kai & diana

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound

It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

(And maybe I don't quite know what to say)

invisible string - kai & diana

Time, mystical time

Cutting me open, then healing me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar

Chains around my demons

Wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold

Tied me to you

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

peace - cassian & asterin

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade, ocean wave blues come

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences

Sit with you in the trenches

Give you my wild, give you a child

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother

the lakes - diana & kai

Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

'Cause I haven't moved in years

And I want you right here

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

No, not without you

#well that’s it folks #ocs #taylor swift #folklore as ships #can u tell each couple’s vibe just by looking at this #someone HELP i‘ve been listening to this album for weeks #oc roleplay #oc rpg #idk #stream folklore

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olivershiny · 3 years

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Its oc backstory time but for fallentale.

FallenTale - @paypurrcutz

Gorevwarninggg!!

It was a nice sunny day, birds chirping, flowers blooming..it was quiet and a perfect day to go out to the park. A young raspy yet sweet voice called to his mother "Mom! Im back from school!" A young lion demon chirped. "Oh! That's great, Vinny. Come in here and tell me about your day." Vincent's mom said with her usual soft voice. "I missed you all day!" She kissed his cheek a few times "mommmm!!" He whined "It was only 7 hours!" He sighed trying to push her away "7 hours to many!" She chuckled. She went to sit down, Vincent followed. His fur slightly puffed up from his mothers sudden affection. She gives him affection when he's off-guard. She has really bad timing. "So..what happened?" She handed him a small snack. "Nothing, really." He muttered, taking the apple "it was boring, as per usual." He replied, and bit into the apple he had in hand. "It was odd, not to mention. I felt like...I dunno...odd?" He continued "I brushed it off, maybe it was my anxiety bothering me." He stopped to think. "Maybe it was...you have been worried about your sister." She exclaimed. He looked at his paw "I wish I didn't have powers..maybe people would like me more.." He sighed and looked away. "Or not be afraid of me cause I'm a demon.." His mother placed her paw under his "you can't control what you're born with, but you can control how people think about demons. I mean, your father is a demon. Didn't stop me from loving him." She smiled slightly.

Suddenly there were screaming from outside, Vincent's ears perked up. As well as his mothers.

A male demon about the same age as Vincent's mother came running down the stairs "is everything okay?" "We're fine... it was from outside." Vincent spoke, with slight fear. His mother's silent.."Lily?" Blake called "Lily!" She snapped out of her trance. "We're in danger.." She whispered, whimpering and shaking. "I'm going out there." "No!" Lily yelled "don't! It's dangerous-" The demon walked towards the door "Blake!" Vincent clung tight to his mother, in shock while being afraid to move. "What's going on?" Another male lion came down the stairs, but he had smaller horns. "Lucifer come here- qui--" the door slammed open. Lily gasped, her eyes shot wide. Lucifer ran in front of Lily and his little brother. With a growl. "Vinny..run. Run as far as you can." "But-" he got interrupted "Vincent, Go!" She snapped. He backed up and looked at the door. He saw the human in the door. Then started running. Another human chased after the young lion.

he heard his mother get hit with a gun then shot. The sound made him run faster. He opened the back door, running into the woods. He was already panting. He couldn't stop now, but his legs were growing weak, he needed to fly, or something, anything. He froze for a second, he was just about to take flight until he felt something grab him and throw him to the ground. He tried getting up but a foot was placed on his back. His wings still tried to take flight, this however was a bad idea. The human stepped on his wing crushing every bone in it. The small creature shrieked in pain. Then felt his wing get ripped off from the bone. He shrieked even louder, shaking and tears going down his cheeks. There was blood splattered on his back, he felt the same thing happen to his other wing. He whined and tried to fight back but he was too weak couldn't. He suddenly felt a foot get placed on his head. He couldn't move. He tried calling for help "HEL--" he felt something pierce his back and something drip from the wound. He felt...blood..it was soaking his back. He felt another stab, he started breathing heavily. He got stabbed repeatedly, everywhere on his body. The human took their foot off his head, then stabbed him in one of his eyes. He didn't feel it, bled out as he heard the human walk away. He blacked out, sugih..im sorry.. then soon after he died.

He woke up and gasped for air, "where am I? Wasn't I dead?.. Why is my eyesight-" he heard a familiar voice "Vincent?" It was sweet, soothing and calming. "You're back- it actually worked-" the small female fennec fox started tearing up. "I did it-" Vincent looked down "why..am I alive? A human killed me- I should be dead!" He looked at his paws shaking. He felt a paw rest on his cheek, he looked at the paw. That fur color.. He thought.. it can't be- The fennec fox looked into his eyes "relax, Vinny. I know it's surprising that you're alive." She said sweetly "do you remember me?" Vincent went quiet, he was thinking..

"H..Halie?" He realized, and pulled her into a hug "you're safe! They didn't get you- thank god!" He started crying onto her shoulder. "They?" She asked, confused. "The humans- they killed my family and I-" "your whole family is dead aswell?"

End

#gore warning #story #oc backstory #fallentale!midnight #fallentale!haley #fallentale!lily #fallentale!blake #fallentale!lucifer #fallentale!lucy

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talpup · 4 years

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Crossroads: 1

Don’t know if it’s the way my brain is wired, me being dyslexic, or what; but I just can’t write straight up reader inserts. That said, my work is meant to be self insert. It’s just that you’ll be putting your name in place of my OC’s name instead of putting your name place of a y/n.

PLEASE be mindful of the tags!!!

Summary: Loss will make a person do terrible things they never thought themselves capable of doing. Things like wanting the mobsters responsible for your little brothers death to pay so badly you’ll summon a Demon to make it happen.

Maya did just that, but little did she know that the Demon would ask for her soul as the price. Or that when she refused give it to him, he would put her in the path of someone possibly much worse.

Kai is offering to help her but what he wants is so much more than her soul. He wants her everything.

This fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23565748

A special thanks and shout out to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship. This fic started as an idea back in January when they said they’d like to see me write a Kai centered fic. Through their questions and inspiration Crossroads became a fleshed out story. They even came up with the title and female insert/oc’s name. I might be the one writing this fic; but it’s as much theirs as it is mine. It probably wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for them. It certainly wouldn’t be happening this soon if it weren’t for them.

1.1

It started with screams and the roar of Tommy guns.

Maya shook her head trying to block out the remembered sounds.

It started with bullets and blood.

She closed her eyes trying to forget the horrid images.

It started with a trip to the city and her little brothers death.

Why had she taken him on the day long trip? She should've left him in their rural little town with the neighbors. She should've left him with friend's. She should've left him at home. Anything would've been better. Safer. Than the hailstorm she had taken him into. But she hadn’t known.

She hadn’t known that a deal between mobsters would be going down and end in a shoot out. She hadn’t known that giving in and treating her brother with a visit to the sweets shop would find them caught in the cross fire. She hadn’t known that his entire side would be riddled with so many bullets that it would be practically missing. Or that his last words would be made unintelligible by gurgled blood spewing from his mouth and the thunderous bang of gun fire that would never end.

Even now the resounding bang of gun fire echoed in her head. It might diminish over time like her friends had said but it would be ever present; just like her brothers blood, staining her hand.

Her eyes squeezed shut again.

The blood. There had been so much blood. How much blood could one preteen boy have? His blood had stained the street, her hands and clothes. They had never even made it to the sweets shop. He had never gotten his treat.

It was a funny thing to focus on. But in the beginning, it had been the one bitter thought that helped keep the others at bay. Far worse thoughts that had led her here.

“So your little brother’s dead and you want revenge. Couldn’t you be a bit more interesting? I mean you’re pretty enough to look at, but revenge? It’s so common and boring. Come on, Dollface. Can’t you be a bit more creative for me.” The Demon grinned at her, turquoise eyes shining with unnatural light.

Facing north at the mouth of two intersecting streets, Maya simmered. “I didn’t call you here to entertain. And I’m not asking for revenge. I am telling you to give me a means of justice.”

“Justice.” The Demon scoffed.

“Listen here, you--”

“Dabi.”

“What?”

The Demon stepped out of the heart of the dirt crossroads and closer to her. “My name is Dabi. Say it.”

The woman that gave her the summoning spell, a Witch that lived in a run down house outside of town, had told her not to give her name or say the demons.

Maya took a step back. “No.”

“Come on, Maya. Give me somethin’ here. Pretty little dame like you...”

Her head spun. How did he know her name? She was certain she hadn’t given it.

“How--”

Dabi took another step closer. “Didn’t your po-lice make their arrests?”

“Y—yes. But they were let go.”

Dabi spread his hands and, in the glint of the moonlight, Maya noticed the same patchwork stitching at his face was along his wrists.

“So, justice was served.”

“No! It wasn’t. They walked free.” Maya said, fiercely.

“Just because it wasn’t the outcome you wanted doesn’t mean justice wasn’t met out.”

“They bought their way out of the cooler! The cops were dirty! Those goons killed my brother in their stupid war of alcohol and--”

“Hey!”

She stopped at his sharp tone.

He gave a toothy smile, sly easiness returning. “You’ve obviously never had booze. If you had, you’d known those boys are doing gods work.”

“More like the devils.”

“Oh? You’re one of those temperance prudes. No wonder you’re not interesting and won’t give me your name. What a waste for such a looker.” He finished, muttering to himself.

“I’m not part of any movement other than that of seeing my brothers killers get what they deserve.”

“And tell me, Doll. What do you think they deserve?”

“To die.”

Dabi chuckled. “I like it. But is that justice?”

“An eye for an eye. Life for a life.”

“Lives.” Dabi corrected. “Unless you know the goon that killed your brother.”

“I saw their faces.” Softer, she muttered. “I’ll never forget them.”

“But not all those fine men shot the gun whose bullets--”

“I don’t care!” Maya hollered. “I don’t care! Their war killed my brother. They deserve to die.”

“So several lives for the single life of your beloved little brother. Is that what justice looks like to you?”

“None of those men are innocent.”

Dabi looked her over. “None of us are innocent, Doll.”

“Are you going to help? If not, I’ll send you back.” She moved to do just that.

Dabi held out of staying hand. “Hold up there, Darling. Let’s not be too hasty. Of course I’m gonna help. Pretty little dame like you. Who wouldn’t?”

Maya scowled, clutching at the collar of the high buttoned blouse.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that if you make ugly faces you’ll get stuck that way?”

“No.” Maya frowned. She looked away. “My mother wasn’t around much. I raised myself and my brother.”

“And a mighty fine job you did of it.” Dabi said, turquoise eyes skimming her again.

Her head snapped back to him.

“I’m serious, Doll! You’ve turned out alright there, Darlin’. Your brother… Well, he probably would've grown to be a fine fellow. If he hadn’t been killed by those goons that is. And at such a young age.” Dabi shook his head and sighed. “What a waste. The lad had his whole life in front of--”

“Stop it!” Maya’s hands trembled, clenching so tight her knuckles turned white.

Dabi was suddenly right beside her, murmuring in her ear. “Give me your soul and I’ll end all the bad men that hurt you.”

“What! No!” She turned her head to him, leaning away.

“Is justice for your brother not worth your soul, Darlin’? And you call yourself a loving sister.”

“I’m not giving you my soul.”

“Why?” Dabi smiled, wickedly. “We could have so much fun together you and I.”

“There has to be another way.”

“There is.” Dabi admitted. “But I doubt you’ll like it more than being mine.”

“Whatever it is, it’s bound to be better than giving up my soul.”

“Fine.” Dabi sighed. “Since you like judging things so much. I’ll give you your second option and let you be the judge. See you in three months for your verdict, Dollface.”

1.2

“This is where it happened.” Hari said.

The mans words were needless when his Boss could clearly see the scores of boarded up windows.

Kai’s gold eyes scanned the street. Many of the shops had reopened. Some even had their store fronts fully repaired. But there were others that were dark and vacant.

In the war against the depraved and indecent there would be casualties of innocence. Kai and his men had long since payed the price themselves; losing most of what made them good, moral men in order to meet violence with violence. But they had signed up for it. These people hadn’t.

Kai didn’t much care what innocent lives were lost in the battles so long as the war was won. But that didn’t mean their lives and unknowing sacrifice wouldn’t go unrecognized, especially when the Shie Hassaikai had been part of this particular battle.

“The envelopes? They’ve gone out?” Kai questioned, voice unmuffled by the black dust mask he wore.

“All but one.”

Kai turned to his Lieutenant.

Hari need not have known Kai since childhood to know that the young boss was frowning beneath his mask.

“Explain.”

At the single word Hari did just that. “Joi and his team were able to learn the names of all the families who lost someone in the fire fight. But their addresses were a different matter. Apparently one woman who lost her young brother didn’t give her address.”

Kai raised an eyebrow.

“Seems the woman found out the gangs sprung their men with bribes and refused to cooperate further. She made such a fuss they even attempted to hold her overnight, but ultimately released her before nights end with no bail posted.”

Kai smirked at that. “Someone who sees the filthy corruption that plagues this city and won’t suffer quietly. She should be commended.”

Hari didn’t find it odd that his Boss scorned the cops corruption when it was their very corruption that allowed the Shie Hassaikai to work with little reprisal from the law. Even in this simple case, if it weren’t for the law accepting bribes, Joi wouldn’t have been able to learn the names and addresses of the innocent dead.

Hari found it honorable that Kai insisted on finding out the names of every innocent that died in a battle the Shie Hassaikai was involved. It was one of the first things Kai had ordered Joi to do when the man had come on; to set a separate budget so they could send an unmarked envelope of money to those mourning families. That policy alone had won the young boss several new followers and made those already sworn to him all the more loyal. Kai’s men would die for him and his cause without thought or question, and Hari considered himself chief among them.

Kai looked about the quiet street.

To think that just one week ago this place had been a battle scene. Filled with shopkeepers and pedestrians, it couldn’t have gone down at a worse time of day. It happened in the middle of the afternoon. Innocent people going about their daily lives when violence and mayhem spilled out of a nearby warehouse and into the street.

It wasn’t his fault, and Kai felt no guilt over what had happened here. But it was his aspirations for a clean and wholesome society that had seen his men involved. He had already killed his man for the mistake. Only three quarters of the illegal booze should've been replaced with their poisoned copies. But the man had either been stupid or overeager. He had exchange all of the crates. So when the buyer, wise to the Shie Hassaikai’s doings, had tested a bottle from the top crate, it had led to a shoot out between buyer and supplier.

Kai cursed the temperance movement.

While he agreed their reasoning, they were going about it the wrong way. Smashing bottles and barrels did nothing to fix the problem. Neither did arresting brewers and smugglers, little as that actually happened. So long as there were people out there wanting and drinking booze, there would always be those who made and sold it. That was the free market. Supply would always respond to demand. But if there was no longer a demand. If the licentious, debased people who drank were no more, then the demand for alcohol would be no more.

He would have to make sure and tell Joi to find this upstanding woman that had been brave enough to call out the corruption of the cops. No matter what or how long it took she, more than any of the other families, should be given some sort of recompense for her loss.

“Mind it we stop by the sweets shop?” Hari asked.

Kai looked at his Lieutenant out of the corner of his eye.

“Tabe likes sweets.” Hari explained.

Kai continued to stare.

Tabe liked food. Joi had to up their food budget after they had brought the man on. But Tabe came with Hojo, and Hojo was the best counterfeiter they had. Granted he had specialized in fake gems before Prohibition. Good as the man had been at it, he obviously hadn’t been that good because Kai had found him beaten to an inch of his life after getting caught. But wax seals, labels, and inscriptions were far easier forge than precious gems, and Hojo was a master at it.

“He did an exceptional job with procuring the additive that better masks the poisons taste.”

The young Boss looked across the street at the sweets shop. Though the window was boarded up, the place was still open. A testament to the shopkeepers resilience. Kai could appreciate such will and drive.

“Fine.” He allowed. Thinking that a larger sale would do the candy maker good, he went on. “Buy enough for everyone. I’ll wait here.”

Hari nodded and left.

A laughing couple passed, arms linked.

Kai sniffed behind his dust mask and turned away. Filth. Such open affection. Not me mention the woman’s dress… He began walking down the sidewalk, back to the car, and bumped into a woman that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“Kai!” Hari rushed across the street. He grabbed the fallen woman and pulled her to her feet.

Maya stumbled in the angry mans hold. What happened? Where was she? One second she was standing at a dark, deserted crossroads outside of town and now…

She looked about ears taking in city sounds when once there were frogs and crickets. Her heart began to race, breath shortening.

No. No. No! She couldn’t be here! She couldn’t be back here! Her eyes fell on the spot where her brother had fallen and died. Tears welled in her eyes.

“Watch where you’re going lady.” Hari shook her.

Suddenly Maya came to life. She lashed out at the angry man, not with nails or a flat slapping hand, but a fist.

Hari dodged the punch easily. He grabbed her flying wrist and twisted it.

“Let me go!”

Watching, Kai noticed how the woman’s voice didn’t tremble but commanded with surety and strength.

“Settle down!” Hari ordered.

Maya stomped on the mans foot.

Hari cursed, hand letting go of her and lifting.

Kai’s gloved hand wrapped around Hari’s arm, surprising the both of them.

Hari stopped immediately.

Kai released his Lieutenant. Fingers wiping against his thumb as if to clean them, he lowered his hand.

“I bumped into her.”

Maya looked at the man that she appeared in front of.

Gold eyes watched her, waiting for her reaction to his appearance. Most people stared at his dust mask or did their best not to look at it; but this woman did neither. After an initial look of puzzlement she met his eyes with no further reaction to the protected cover on his face.

“I apologize Miss. I didn’t see you. You appeared out of nowhere.” Kai frowned behind his mask.

She had appeared out of nowhere. There was no side street or walkway. There wasn’t even a door she could have passed through. There was nothing but brick wall on one side, and open street on the other.

“There’s no need to apologize, Sir. I should've…” She stopped.

What was she to say? That she shouldn’t have been making deals with Demons?

She glanced at Hari. “I’m sorry I kicked and tried to hit your friend.”

Kai’s scrutinizing gaze lightened at that. “He--”

He had been about to say Hari was protective but that was unnecessary information. More than that, he didn’t want this fierce but sweet woman to think he needed protection.

“He should be more gentlemanly toward ladies. Especially lovely ones such as yourself.” Remembering he had his hat on, Kai smoothly took off his fedora.

Maya felt her cheeks heat. She could only see the mans eyes but they were more stunning than the finest gold karts; not that she had seen much gold in her life, let alone fine gold.

Remembering the plain clothes she wore, she dusted herself off trying to appear more presentable.

Kai took the opportunity to get a better look at her. She was a pretty little thing that wore simple clothes. They were clearly well worn, but neat. There wasn’t even any fraying at the blouses cuff, as if she trimmed the loose threads before they became raggedy. Her blouse and skirt were pressed and modestly covered her, unlike the dress most of the women around here wore. His eyes lowered further taking in the small bit of leg that wasn’t covered by her skirt.

“Your stockings are torn.”

Maya blushed all the harder at the masked mans mention of such an intimate accessory.

“There’s a ladies store just across the street. Please, let me escort and buy you a new pair.”

Kai could have just as easily offered her money to replace the ruined hosiery but found he didn’t want to leave her presence just yet. Just these few moments with her had intrigued him.

Before Hari had laid hands on her, she had looked lost. That lost expression had quickly turned to utter fear and torment. Before she had lashed out at Hari, Kai had thought she had feared them; and rightful so. But that proved not to be the case.

The woman had gone from lost, to fearful, to fighting, and then polite all in the space of less than a minute. Most men might've run, finding her sudden changes too much; but Kai wasn’t most men. Where others might've seen erratic, Kai saw something rare. A person who didn’t hide her thoughts and emotions. It made him find her instantly wholesome and virtuous. Everything he wanted the world to be.

She was polite, and clearly capable of fear. But strong and sure enough to stand up for herself when the need arose. She was no damsel, but the earlier hurt and fear he saw in her told him that she was clearly in distress. For some reason Kai found himself wanting to help her.

Maya shook her head. “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.”

Her eyes hardened, jaw tightening.

Kai’s lips thinned at her look of defiance. As much as he liked the open, clear honesty of what she was feeling, he didn’t like that expression. He wasn’t use to being told no.

Hat in hand he made a small gesture to the line of stores. “There was a shoot out on this street not long ago. The business are suffering. If not for my account, let me do this for theirs.”

Maya’s eyes grew distant at the mention of the shoot out. She didn’t want to be here, let alone go shopping here. Why had the Demon sent her here? Her eyes watered as the never ending echo of gun fire and screams rose in her ears.

Seeing her change Kai assured. “It’s perfectly safe now. Nothing will harm you so long as you’re with me.”

She shook the images out of her head, the ring of that day dying down in her ears. “I’m not afraid. Well… I am. It’s just… My brother died in that shoot out.”

Kai’s eyes widened ever so slightly. This pure, beautiful, wholesome woman had lost someone here. He understood the look of fear he had seen in her right before Hari had grabbed her. His hand closed into a fist at the thought of Hari’s rough treatment. No one should hurt this beautiful creature. No one should touch her.

“Come.” Kai turned away from the ladies shop, walking.

“Where?”

He smirked underneath his mask. He had thought she would follow, but it was always nice to be proved right. He glanced over his shoulder giving Hari a silent order.

When Maya caught up to him he told. “You don’t need to be around here. There’s a place two blocks down. I’ll get you something to eat and drink. We can talk.”

Maya turned back to the angry man that had almost hit her, he was headed in the other direction towards a fine looking car. “Talk? About what?”

“I’m Kai by the way. You are?”

“Maya.”

Kai smiled. It was a pretty name.

“Maya. You’re not from around here are you?”

Maya bristled. Was he making fun? Sure, she didn’t have fine tailored clothes and a fancy automobile; but she wasn’t some stupid, unkempt country bumpkin.

“No. I’m not. Where I’m from we have morals and respect for innocent life. There’s no shoot outs in the streets, or cops taking bribes and letting criminals and murderers walk free. We’re good, clean, upstanding people.”

“Sounds like a nice place. If only we could all live there.”

The man sounded almost wistful. The tension in her shoulders eased.

“Sorry. It’s just… His death and the law not doing anything. It’s been hard.”

“You have no need to apologize. You have every reason to be angry about what happened, and be proud of your principled decency. But I will ask you to be mindful. I’m a principled man myself, and I demand respect. Understood.”

Maya shivered at the slight darkening of his deep voice.

She nodded.

“Answer me properly, Maya. Like the good girl you say you are.”

“Understood.”

Her response was more mumbled than spoken but Kai let it slide, he couldn’t expect perfect obedience straight away.

That thought gave him pause; but he didn’t get to examine it because Maya stopped in her tracks.

“I can’t go in there.”

Kai halted and turned to her. “Of course you can.”

“A place like that… It probably charges you for water. I don’t have--” She moved to touch her purse only to find it missing.

Her heart skipped a beat for a moment thinking she had lost it; but remember she had left it at home when she had gone out to summon the demon.

“What does that matter? I’m paying.” Kai said, breaking into her thoughts.

She blinked at that. Even if she accepted his kind offer…

She shook her head. “Look at me.”

Kai’s eyes raked over her finding her modest clothes less praise worthy than he initially had. “I am.”

“They won’t let me in there.”

“They will. You’re with me.”

“People will stare.”

Kai had to agree with that though they wouldn’t be staring for the reasons she thought. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She looked at him and his ushering arm, hesitating for only a moment.

Fine, she thought. He’ll see for himself.

She let him guide her to the entrance.

The Host recognized Kai immediately, and showed them to a private dining room.

Maya looked about, taking in the simple luxury in awe.

The Waiter came and Kai ordered for her.

When the Waiter left Maya told. “A couple years back my brother saved up his pay from selling papers to bring me here. He probably only had enough for us to share a lunch, but it was his way of thanking me and showing that he cared.” Her eyes hardened, lips pulling tight. “They wouldn’t even let us in.” She shrugged, a lightening of acceptance taking over. “We had a nice lunch at the diner a few blocks over and likely got twice the food for half the price.”

“Fools. They can’t even recognize true grace and esteem when it’s at their doorstep.”

“Well I don’t know about all that.” She blushed.

“Don’t contradict me.”

Maya’s mumble sound more like a query than an apology. “Sorry.”

Kai nearly told her to speak up but decided there were more important things to focus on. “Tell me about yourself.”

The Waiter brought her food.

Maya felt strange eating when Kai wasn’t. But the man assured her he wasn’t hungry, and she was starving so when he declined her offer to share she didn’t ask again.

She had set her utensils down, meal finished when Kai finally asked the burning question. “Why are you here?”

“You brought me.”

Unamused by her smart remarked Kai laced his fingers, waiting.

She cleared her throat and wiped her mouth. “I didn’t want-- intend to be. It just sort of happened.”

Kai thought about how she had appeared out of nowhere, and he was sure that’s what happened.

“I want justice for my brother.” Maya went on.

She didn’t know why told a complete stranger that. Other than his name and a few tidbits, she didn’t know a thing about him. Sure he seemed nice enough. But nice people wouldn’t understand. They would shake their heads and sympathize at her story, asking what can you do. They would be horrified to hear what that she wanted the killers dead. That she wanted everyone involved dead. But somehow telling him had felt right. As if she could trust this man with the ugly truth of her desires.

“Justice?” Kai echoed.

“I want to see the men who killed him dead.”

He might've questioned his sudden and growing desire for this woman if she hadn’t had said that. With those words Maya sealed her fate.

Kai’s fingers unlaced. He tapped an index finger on the tabletop, deciding the best way to go about getting what he wanted.

Maya lost her nerve under his unblinking gaze. What had she done? She didn’t know this man. Why had she told him that?

“I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have--”

“I can help you.”

Maya froze. “Pardon?”

Kai’s knuckles rapped against the table, decided. “I can see to it that men who killed you brother get what they deserve.”

Maya’s mouth fell open.

“Would you like that?” Kai asked.

He looked her over wondering what she would give for him to do such a thing. He already knew what he would take.

“Da--” She stopped before finishing the Demons name.

She thought about Dabi and what he had said before rudely sending her here without warning. ’I’ll give you your second option...’

Was this it? The Demon had literally placed her in Kai’s path. She remembered his other words.

‘...I doubt you’ll like it more than being mine.’ He had said when she had demanded another way.

“Maya?”

“Wha—what do you want in return?”

Everything, Kai thought golden eyes piercing hers. His men would certainly wonder when he brought this woman back and set her up in his rooms at the compound; but none would dare ask or question him.

He took out his billfold, leaving cash on the table, and got to his feet, pulling out her chair. “We can discuss the details of that when we get you home.”

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