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❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. reborn au
feat. Zhongli x Reincarnated!GN!Reader | PART I | wc. 4.6K
Based on 'See You In My 19th Life' | overview. this webtoon follows the story of a woman who can somehow remember all her past lives.
sum. after a sweet hello, your lips never found its way to say the bittersweet goodbye. because you knew you would always find your way back to him even if he won't recognize you in your renewable lives.
note. some scenes are purposely inaccurate to the canon lore
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You first met him as Morax, a little child dragon you grew up discreetly meeting at a very convenient time of your day, never knowing what's stored for the two of you.
He first met you as Y/N who resides at the countryside near Mt. Tianheng in hopes to find new things to discover across the vast lands of Teyvat. And he did. He found you.
Young Morax found you crouched under an oak tree, the wind flowing with your otherworldly voice, enrapturing him in blissful comfort.
Perched in the tree branch, he listens intently and let himself melt in your grace. It wasn't the first time he finds you warbling a melodic tune, and each time he comes back to hear more from you, it's always a different song and it wouldn't cease to amaze him how much ditty you know.
He lost count on how often he'd fall asleep with your voice lulling him and wakes up feeling empty as the epilogue of his day is always spent without your presence.
Sometimes he wonders if you know he has been watching you, and if you do, why aren't you approaching him? No matter, young Morax doesn't intend to befriend with you.
But then one day...
"Hello! You must be the boy who likes to hear me sing by the tree."
He was caught red handed, perhaps he became distracted that he didn't realize he's been shamelessly stalking you. He couldn't stop his curiosity to follow you in your way home.
Not only he's been spying on you, now he sounds like a stalker. But you didn't suspect, there wasn't anything to be suspicious of anyway.
"H-Huh? H-How did you know?" He gotta commend you for your keen senses. He's the Dragon between the two of you, which means he's supposed to be the one who has sharper senses.
"You must be good at anything but hiding. I have known you've been following me, but I never get to see you up close, you're really majestic looking, by the way." You chuckled as his poor attempt of masking his flushed face at your compliment.
"I don't mind your company, in fact, I want to be friends with you."
Friends. What a foreign concept for young Morax.
He has heard of that term, it's common among mortals, but he's not a mortal. Does this 'friend' term stretches to immortals like him as well? If so, then he has no reason to refuse.
Says the person who one minute ago thought of every alternative ways to stay out of your way.
He was skeptical at your optimism, most mortals would be astounded at his appearance and try to persuade him to spill whatever secrets he has, but as he got to know you better, he was a bit guilty to categorize you as one of them.
His horns and inhumane features? Young Morax found out you're only fascinated by his unique physical looks. And never doubted it.
"Cool! You have horns just like our boars, where did you get those? Can I touch them?"
"Did you just compare my horns to a pig? Pigs don't even have horns! How disgraceful!"
The sparkle in your eyes quickly died down as it came, and the young Morax feels tight in his chest just seeing your smile turns into a frown. You insulted his pride though!
You mumbled a meek apology but still kept your sheepish smile, a glimmer of hope that one day he'd let you do it.
The next days were spent by you sneaking out your house every midnight to meet up with the dragon, Morax. He's slightly skittish, oddly resembling him that of a cat, which is cute.
You probably shouldn't be calling a literal Dragon cute, legends depicted them as tyrannical creatures who seek treasures.
Ah! Classic children's story to scare the kids away at night, it did affect you in some way.
But you can't help it when he would eagerly look at you whenever he asks you to sing him a song.
You'd sit side by side under the tree, you have to admit he'd either falls asleep amidst your song or asks you for the lyrics so he can sing it to himself too.
You even dedicated a song that lets a certain flower bloom.
"Glaze Lily? What's that?" Young Morax asked with tilted head.
A smile outstretched your lips, "Beautiful, right? It transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance during florescence."
"Really?! Is that why you're always out in the dark?" You chuckled sheepishly, feigning ignorance, "Don't know what you're talking."
You got to know each other, held hands like innocent children, share what little knowledge your pea sized brain can, hug whenever one seeks comfort, eat under the glistening sun.
Morax is... a sensitive individual, albeit rough around the edges, but he's young and still learning, and you're unbelievably patient with his attitude— a quirk from you that he greatly appreciates.
From that, young Morax grew fond of you and it isn't one sided.
He flies by the same tree and gives you random things he finds magnificent, whether it could be a rock he found by the lake or a rare item that no one has ever discovered before.
Well, the legend wasn't lying about Dragons and treasure, for sure
You'd laugh at the strangest things he discovers but accepted them nonetheless. Every object he gives you is worth something.
This has been part of your routine for days, weeks, months, even years maybe. You don't know how much time has gone by whenever you're with him and you never bothered to count.
Before you know it, the two of you are almost in young adulthood, he grew up to be a fine man, much unlike you were expecting. Nothing changed from your friendship, until now.
You were taken by surprise when he suddenly blurted out one day
"I want to show you what I see from up there one day, Y/N."
He gazes at you much differently when he looks at you when you were younger. There's a glint of promise in his eyes that you can't pinpoint, it sent shivers all over your nerves.
"You can just fly me up there, Morax. I'm sure I'm not heavy." You muster a smile in an attempt to ease your quickening heartbeats.
He never gave a reply, he only stared at you so intensely that it feels like he's poking your deepest and innermost thoughts.
The way he stares at you never fails to summon the tickling butterflies in your stomach and the blood on your cheeks. You merely regarded that as your hormones, anyone would be flustered if someone they're close to stare at them like that.
You should've known better that nothing in your world stays permanent. The only thing you remember after that day was his twisted look of desperation to keep you alive and tear stained amber dyes trying to get the last image of you in his memories.
"N-No... Y/N please stay with me. D-Don't leave m-me just yet." It hurts you more than the numbing pain in your abdomen to see him broke down like a cornered prey. So helpless and vulnerable.
"I-I'll always be w-with you, Morax..."
So cruel, just when you've begun to realize the burgeoning feelings you have for the Dragon, fate took you away before you have the chance to confess.
Should you be selfish to confess your feelings to him? If you do, it seems like you'll be punishing him an endless torture ahead, and you would never wish Morax to suffer for eternity.
You only smiled and caressed his horns, even in your deathbed you're glad you died in the arms of the man you ever loved.
At the last moment, you heard the anguished wail erupts from his throat as he clutches your form closer, begging and crying for you to come back, to not leave him like this, that he needed you, that he loves you. His pleas fell on deaf ears, for you weren’t there to hear him anymore.
But it became clear to you that he reciprocated your love.
It came a shocking twist when you opened your eyes you can hear multiple cooing sounds from around you. Didn't I die in his arms? Where am I? Turns out, you were reborn. But not as Y/N anymore and you were given a surname.
Unfortunately, the Celestia isn't so forgiving. You were suffering from an unknown illness that took away your second life at such a young age.
You trained hard and learned martial arts in your third life as you were born from a family whose tradition is to produce well-trained warriors in the future.
Fourth to eight life came by like a blur, there were times when you get to lived as an innocent child only for it to be ripped away a few years later with your past memories resurfacing.
You stopped counting after it hits a dozen, born in different class, society and unnamed nation. There's no point of it.
All you want is to look for Morax, but will he remember you? Will he even recognize you as Y/N? You're no longer the kid he grew fond of. No, you're much different than before.
What about him? Decades have past, does he still know of your name? You could've been a fragment of his childhood that he dare not talk about with his new friends.
Will I make your life more difficult by trying to reconnect with you, Morax?
Those thoughts haunted you for nights, often occuring in your dreams.
But what can you do, you're so far away from Mt. Tianheng, you don't even know if the village you lived in still exists nor do you know if Morax still visits the tree you first met.
Even if you did meet him in your new life, you ought to stay as acquaintances.
Aiding him in the shadows and lessening his burdens within your power.
In your hundredth life, all of your training in your third life is proven useful at the moment. You're known as the infamous warrior with no name that took down the monsters around Teyvat, you were revered to the people in the Guili Assembly.
War is threatening to wage amongst Gods and mortals alike.
When it came, no one is safe in and out of the battlefield. To survive they must fight tooth and nail, paint the lands in sea of red and play the game of thrones.
It was gratuitously morbid, gruesome and unjust. A macabre of series of deaths surrounded your every wake, your hundredth life is the epitome of a living nightmare. Horrifyingly memorable.
You were at the sidelines, watching as the war unfold, keeping tabs on Morax's allies and eradicating whatever threat they face.
That's when you came across the stunning Goddess Guizhong, the Ruler of Clouds, Goddess of Dust. A very close companion of Morax whom he met at the Guili Assembly along with the others.
She's capable and quick-witted, a type of peculiar person Morax wouldn't hesitate to be friends with.
As of the moment, a claymore is alarmingly closing its gap towards her, ready to slice her open.
Then you heard him scream, a cry of a man who's about to lose everything he has gained of.
That cry sent flashbacks of his tear-stained cheeks. No, you don't want to see him like that again! You'd do anything to chase away that vulnerable image of Morax, he deserves happiness and love.
Your feet went autopilot and swept away the Goddess out of the way, severing your lower limbs in the process and instantly killing you. Your eyes opened and you have started your new life.
Was Morax relieve that Guizhong lived? Did he wonder why a stranger would save her? Did he ever ask who you were? Did he... recognize you at the very least?
Your new parents panicked as they tried to appease the crying infant in their arms. Unbeknownst to your pained heart.
You saw for a brief moment before your demise how Guizhong's plausible absence will affect him. He will mourn her death as much as he lamented yours. For decades or centuries, you know he has been scarred by your passing.
You don't want him to go through that again. It's a different pain you feel when you see him tearing up, you rather get minced by a claymore than to watch him break down.
He garnered the reputation of a tyrant— but you knew better that Morax grew up with compassionate heart, he appreciates anyone no matter how insignificant they think they are.
Which is why you hold yourself from meeting him. He may not remember you, but he will certainly get attached to you once you had your way to his heart.
And a dragon who can outlive you in any lives will only suffer more from your death.
You dedicated your lives in living peacefully, learning history and new things as humanity evolves.
You vow to never fall in love if it isn't Morax you'll spend your mortal life with.
Even if he has someone he can fall in love with.
"Have you heard about the land Lord Morax and Lady Guizhong are building in Mt. Tianheng?" Gossips are everywhere about the infamous partners who survived the Archon War, there's no mouth that has not utter their names, and you're no exception.
A grin spreads over your lips as you sip your tea with elegance, "I've heard, I haven't seen them in person but the rumors about them guaranteed they're ambitious people with good hearts."
This has been a hobby you never knew; praising Morax to elate people's opinion about him. It's your small contribution to his flourishing nation.
You want people to love and respect Morax dearly just as you loved him in your childhood.
You prayed to the new Archons for Morax to find someone he can love and lean on. Someone that can be his source of strength to keep living. Someone much better than leaving him with death.
Now that he found someone he can be with, your goal in your next lives is to protect Liyue's history.
From the names of ancient relics and objects, war waged by the Gods, Nations that were built underneath the once blood soaked lands, fallen heroes who are forgotten— you know all of them. You're openly willing to offer tutelage to the inquisitive.
You sighed at the thought, it certainly will be lonely in your part. Immortal gods can still die— a death in which they'd leave their memories behind and start anew. Morax will eventually cease to existence with lovable Nation and Guizhong to remember him.
And you? Countless past lives yet you never found true happiness, and none of them was worth to remember for anyone.
Part of you feels happy for Morax finally moving on from your death eons ago, but you're still human so you're susceptible to those horrible impulses of bitterness at a basic level.
But you don't want to be a person who looks at Guizhong with jaundiced eyes just because you couldn't have Morax, so you suck it up and move on the fact Morax is in love with another.
At least my sacrifice isn't a total waste.
"Aren't they? I've met Lady Guizhong, she's such a beautiful and soft spoken woman. She and the Lord of Geo are a perfect match. I wish the two of them eternal blessings."
A tug at your heart left an unpleasant feeling, your brain tried to reason that at least he's with someone that'll love him more than you did. That can appease your bitter aching heart a bit.
How ironic. You built a nation where you first met me.
And showed her what you can see up there like you promised me.
Is that how you honor my death, Morax?
"Wow! You sure do know many things, Y/N!" The floating emergency food expressed her awe in your display of knowledge and the traveller couldn't agree more with her, "She's right, you never cease to surprise us."
Their exclaims were followed by your enchanting laugh, "I'm glad I can be at your service, Honory Knight."
You were simply ethereal to look at, you maybe a mortal like the traveller but the Blondie thinks otherwise.
Paimon and her travelling buddy met you by the Starnach Cliff when they were attempting to subdue Dvalin. Jean and Diluc already know you're part of the Adventurer's Guild as you often visit Mondstadt from time to time.
They didn't expect you to join them in their excursion in Stormterror's Lair, it turns out you're a great addition to the team.
You befriended with the traveller after the whole Stormterror fiasco and catch up with Kaeya.
You don't stand out the most in the crowd, you can blend in with everyone and no one would acknowledge your existence. But the traveller can sense the weight of the wisdom you withhold.
It almost feels like you're one of the Seven...
"Is there something else I can help you with, Traveller?"
"Huh?! Oh... I— Uhh... You've been telling us stories and fun facts about Mondstadt. If you don't mind, can you tell us about Liyue?"
For an ephemeral moment, the traveller saw your facade crumbles and slowly morphed into a nostalgic expression.
"Hmm. I'll tell you a quick introduction. Liyue is built in Mt. Tianheng after the Lord of Geo attained one of seven seats, unlike the Anemo Archon who's known to not show himself, he descends down once a year to give blessings to the people of Liyue."
"Exactly how Venti told us, but more detailed."
"He sounds a lot more of a decent God than Tone-Deaf Bard."
Her statement elicited a quiet snicker from you, "I'll be off then, I'll see you around soon." Paimon's expression deflated, "You're not coming with us?"
You shake your head, "I'll visit you when I can, until then I hope for your safe travels."
You forced a smile and took a different path from the traveller, as their figures disappear in the horizon, you felt your smile slip up as the sun whisks past the mountains turning to dusk.
Solitude in the dark has been part of your daily routine, you come and go whenever you feel like it, not knowing when to return.
The excuse you told to Paimon isn't entirely a lie, you couldn't bring yourself to go in Liyue when there's active Fatui agents scattered around the vicinity.
Let's just say you're not in good terms with the Fatui. Who isn't?
Nevertheless, whatever curse you have continued to persist in your thousandth life. You roamed around Teyvat and tell stories that even historians don't know.
Repeated lives were lived by just you traversing in each corners of Teyvat that even Archons never knew it existed.
Along the way, you've come terms with your feelings and settled it down like a dormant volcano. Morax is your first love, you enjoyed reminiscing the memories you made with him, you keep those memories locked up in the depths of your mind and often recount them in particular leisure time of the day.
You still love him, and you'll always be by his side whenever he needs a helping hand, but enough is enough, you've suffered enough to your own idiocy and fears. It's time to move on.
Morax continued to strive forward because he has changed, for the better of course. If you want to continue living the next lives of yours then you need to change too.
You met new friends and companions that you begin to trust and have fun with, the traveller and the emergency food included. It wasn't lonely as you thought it would be.
Sometimes you wonder why do you have such curse bestowed upon you. Did the Celestia punish you for a crime? Did you touch a forbidden relic in your first life? Is there a way to get rid of it?
You stopped in your tracks and you gaze up in the sky.
Am I the only one with such curse?
Damn, you really need to get your priorities straight when you have so many unanswered questions.
Basking the remnants of the ever glowing star, you turn around to walk the path that leads you to the Land of Eternity.
A new journey awaits you as you skid through the mycelium path.
Rex Lapis has died.
What a year starting with the news of a tragic death of an Archon.
Fret not Liyue citizens, Rex Lapis assumed the form of Zhongli as a consultant in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. In all honesty, he thinks you would facepalm on how poorly delivered that news was.
Zhongli now blends in with the mortals, often strolling to acknowledge the accomplishments he has done as an Archon.
There were too many sacrifices he made just to achieve such title and godly powers. It's uncountable.
Whenever he strolls down the streets of Liyue, there's never a day that he is not reminded of the fact Mt. Tianheng is the very foundation of Liyue. It serves as a reminder that you are his pillar when intrusive thoughts start to linger in his mind.
Oftentimes, your face is only a blur in his memory, no matter what he does he can't seem to remember your face, but your name has been engraved on his mind for eons.
He misses hearing the sound of your name leaving his lips. He misses how ignorant you both were to the world's suffering. He misses your mesmerizing voice that lulls him to sleep.
Whoever fellow Archon listening to his complex thoughts must have heard him and granted his not-so-impossible wish.
"Hey look. Doesn't that sound like a story Y/N has told us before?" A child(e)— no, a floating fae pointed at the storyteller.
But Zhongli couldn't care less about whoever she was pointing. Did he hear her right? Was it just his ears deceiving him?
Y/N... that's your name.
That's the name he longed to hear again.
Why in the seven nations of Teyvat would they mention your name? Is it just a coincidence that someone has the same name as you? No, that couldn't be it.
Something flared inside him, it's been awhile since he felt this excitement, it's not far fetched when he became your friend.
With no recollection, he became friends with the traveller and the emergency food floating companion.
When he asks them about you, an array of hope filled his entire being and he swore his Dragon feature almost burst into existence
Y/N L/N, a member of the Adventurer's Guild, he's certain you've been in Liyue if you know about its rich culture.
But where are you? He wants to go find you. Hug you like when you were kids. Sing him songs. Bring you random things he can find. Speak the words that were left unspoken when you died.
So many questions brooding his mind; are you really Y/N? If so, were you reincarnated? Does that mean you don't remember him?
The elation he felt dropped. Right... he shouldn't be disappointed if it turns out his hunch is wrong. Even if you're not the Y/N he was expecting, he wants to know you as who you are and not compare the similarities and differences you have with the Y/N he knows.
"Oh yeah, Y/N mentioned they'll be visiting Liyue soon, Mr. Zhongli." The Traveler quipped, assessing the abrupt change of emotions on the consultant's face at the mention of your name.
Paimon and her travelling buddy can't help to wonder if you two are acquaintances, or perhaps something more than that. Zhongli seems to be expecting your arrival from now on.
"Is that so? Thank you for informing me, Traveler. I shall see to it that their stay will be comfortable." He smiled.
Stay in what? In the Funeral Parlor? The Traveler sweat drop while Paimon is tempted to point out that's Verr Goldet's job. Good thing their companion put a hand on her mouth and excuse themselves
There's no time to stall! He thought.
He's determined to check it himself, it can go two ways and Zhongli won't be petulant of the result.
Archons forbid if he ever finds you, because he will not let you go.
>> PART 2
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I have been thinking about young doctor reader whos first reaction to seeing her one night stand admit he his a vampire is to ask if she can study him and do a couple of tests on him
I imagine this to be a lestat vibe yk? He would love the attention and strange admiration of his new weird beloved, while trying to keep her eyes always on him
"so are there others like you?"
"no by beloved, i am plenty enough to please"
Or maybe armand because he wants to be somebodys person in desperate way and i feel like he would manipulate her into staying in his life and be his eternal companion
Sorry if this was weird 😅
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i couldn’t decide 😂 this is super short and straight to the point
LESTAT DE LIONCOURT
Lestat would take advantage of the opportunity BUT not nearly as extreme as Armand and he has to be really into you - which, luckily he was. You had just moved back home to New Orleans, after living in Texas for a few years, since finishing your residency.
As soon as your relatives and old friends hear about you being back in the lively city, you are invited out instantly. At one of the many parties, he noticed you, dancing with a few friends, you caught everyone’s attention with how festive you were.
He stared from afar and one of your multiple friends told you that he was looking. Encouraging you to approach him, he could hear their annoying giggling as you walked up. However, he also noticed how more beautiful you were as you approached.
“It isn't polite to stare and not say hello, you know,” you told him, as he smirked.
“I was simply enjoying the view”
“Y/n,” you held out your hand.
“Lestat,” he said, kissing your knuckles, your friends gasped loudly, making you look back at them.
“Sorry about them,” you laughed.
“They are surprised that I am talking to you,” he said, hearing their thoughts.
“How do you- my god, your eyes, are these your natural color?” you asked, leaning closer, looking closer.
“Yes”
“I’ve never seen a color so pretty, natural, only to a few patients after-
“After what?”
“They've died,” you said.
“Interesting”
“Allow me to look further into this Lestat, I’d love to understand this better,” you told him, giving him your card.
“Doctor. Y/n, how about we leave here and you can tell me a little more,” he smirked, interlocking your arms, and leading you away from the party.
Ending up in his bed was the last thing you expected to happen. Your fingers ran through his blonde wavy hair, as his hands pressed against your back, holding you in his lap. Blinded by the euphoric pleasure, you didn't even notice the fangs, wincing as he drank your blood.
It wasn't until you were dressing, that you came to your senses, rushing to leave his townhouse. You planned to avoid him, you didn't understand him, and you figured it was best that you didn't dig. However, he plagued your mind, entering every thought, and you could hardly focus during your first day of work.
As your coworker stopped in front of the house, you thanked him for dropping you off and climbing out. You still hadn't bought a car and there was a good distance between your home and the clinic. Watching him drive away, you turned to the steps, but stopped, seeing Lestat.
“How was your work?” he asked, tilting his head.
“How did you find my house?”
“I asked where the pretty doctor stayed and they led me here, did you not want to see me?” he asked, childishly pouting.
“You bit me,” you exclaimed lowly, watching as he began to grin, devilishly.
“And you tasted exquisite, a rarity, beauty, brains, and sweet blood,” he praised, approaching you.
“Please leave”
“Come inside, we have much to talk about, doctor,” he clapped, walking to the door. Your eyes widened as it opened on its own.
Hesitantly, you followed him into the living room, where he began with small talk before he dropped the information, he's a vampire, willing to become your little experiment if he was allowed to feed on you, whenever he'd like.
He liked you, you weren't a nuisance, much like other humans, which is why he preferred the idea of you giving up your blood willingly, still being able to keep your mortality.
You questioned his motives, why did he want to keep you alive, if he thought your blood was good? What did he gain from this? Why didn't he kill you? What was vampirism? Being met with silence, you begrudgingly accepted the transaction.
As your subject, his dramatic theatrics only increased. He was falling out at every prick, claiming it was better for him to drink, your blood from your neck, instead of an IV. It brought him great joy to have so much attention form you.
He would answer any questions seriously, before patting his lap. It was snack time, and he preferred you to sit there instead of next to him. Although, you could sense that he was withholding.
I mean, according to Lestat, he was the only vampire, one in a billion. There were no others, nor was there a need to search. He was all you could need, powerful, rich, and handsome. He was perfect.
For nearly a year, you ran all kinds of tests on him, comparing human studies to his DNA. Then you began to pull away. You were growing closer with him, staying at his house, or he at yours. Feelings were beginning to surface, after months of consistent intimacy.
Nonetheless, you knew better than to think you would have something together. He didn't think the highest of mortals, so what made you different? Little did you know, you couldn't be more wrong.
After seven months of only being with Lestat as his doctor, but also sexually, you decided to give another man a chance. Sleeping with a mutual friend, you thought it was fun until you woke up in the middle of the night, and were surprised to see a deranged Lestat, holding the man as a hostage. Only he was worthy to be subjected under you, to be touched and held by you.
You were near perfection, he could only imagine if you became a vampire. He was your greatest experiment, able to bestow the dark gift unto you. Yet here you were, entertaining other men
You were confused for a moment, realizing it was jealousy, causing him to act so crazed. Calling him out, he confessed his feelings, his anger and disgust towards this man. You had proven yourself to be worthy of the best and he was the best, waiting for you.
Your heart fluttered at his words, genuinely touched when he offered to share the dark gift with you. Nodding, you exhaled as he whisked you into his arms, sinking his fangs into you. Draining you, before feeding you his blood.
The man continued to squirm, his hands and mouth covered and tied, watching the scene in fear. Regurgitating and groaning, you held your stomach, clinging to Lestat in pain, before you stopped.
Standing upright, you faced Lestat, the man’s heart was pounding as your maker pointed to him. Your first meal. Pouncing on the man, Lestat couldn’t be more satisfied, with you as his fledgling, he could now be your patient for the rest of eternity.
ARMAND THE VAMPIRE
Armand was always watching, always one step ahead, and so, when he caught on to your curiosity, his scheme began. While you were a practicing physician, you were constantly looking for your next experiment. Someone you could poke and prod to further your research.
It was your secret, a taboo, you'd been undergoing all sorts of analysis since before you'd gotten your degree. Moving to Paris, you initially put your focus into your residency, until the vampire theater was brought up. Everyone was raving about the place and you had to see it yourself.
Watching the play, you sat on the edge of your seat in disbelief. The murdering of the girl felt too real, her open wounds obviously infected. Then her screams, those screams, the sound of pure agony and fear, you were quite familiar with it.
When the play ended, the actors came back, along with the director, all of them bowing. Staring at the crew, you were inquisitive towards all of them. Strange eyes, ghostly skin, glass-like, sharp nails. If it wasn't for the apparent powdered makeup, you would assume they were dead.
Despite your suspicion, you kept returning out of curiosity. Your eyes could hardly focus on the play ahead, drifting off to the director. It wasn't until one night, that his eyes finally shifted to your own. Nodding slightly at you, you smiled, before turning your attention back to the play.
Your concentration changed from everyone to him overnight. You kept visiting, a small notebook in hand, writing brief notes about his appearance. Nothing about him seemed natural, and that drew you in more.
"I'd prefer if you spoke to me, instead of trying to follow me and make notes about me," he said, smirking as your heart skipped a beat.
"My apologies, it's a bad habit of mine," you shook your head, shoving the notepad into your pocket.
"You're a doctor?" he asked.
"How did you know?"
"You wrote out a few side notes, about wounds and how they should be treated"
"Yes, I mean, I'm still in my residency, but I am a doctor,” you said.
"And how are you liking Paris?" he asked, as he sat next to you.
"It's fine, I am into the darker aspects of life and death, and I was over the moon, finding a vampire theatre, where everything feels authentic. Then, I saw the director, and I've been to nearly every show since," you confessed, as he stared over at you.
It didn't take much longer for him to pull you into the basement, where you partook in the sinful acts.
Pressed against the cold railing, you kept trying to keep quiet, while his face was against your shoulder, taking in your scent.
You begin to regularly meet up with him and it isn't until one night you are out with a male colleague that you find out his identity. He is with his coven members, fuming in jealousy as he watches you laugh with the man. The conversation was nothing but platonic, but the thought of you in the same space as another man made him physically sick.
He naturally, kills the poor guy and you catch him, screaming as he drops the body, it catches on fire, and he turns to face you, blood dripping from his mouth. You run to try to evade him, but he quickly corners you.
He is too jealous, focused on why you were out with another man, to even notice you were confused and afraid.
Realizing you were reeking in fear, he apologized profusely, begging for forgiveness. He knew you only accepted because you were scared he would kill you next, but he would never, at least not unwillingly.
He takes you home where he confesses that he is a vampire and you have to swear to never tell a soul because it goes against the vampire laws. You want distance from him, but he is consistent, bringing gifts, asking for forgiveness daily, trying to prove that he would never harm you.
Finally, you believe him and he becomes your subject. He is the most willing, you'd ever had, allowing as many needles as you want, as long as it means you are touching his skin. He does manipulate you to drop out of your residency and focus on studying him. He says researching vampirism is a one-in-a-million chance, and he is the perfect experiment.
You are so caught up in your research, that you don't even realize that you are straying further and further away from the possibility of being saved. He loves you, he needs you, just as much as you need him, if not more. The final step to his manipulation tactics, turning you.
He could never allow you to age too much and become old, weathering away. You were his lifeline, he needed you as badly as he needed blood, and after months or even years of extreme brainwashing and manipulation, he turned you and made you his companion and fledgling.
#lestat de lioncourt x reader#lestat x reader#lestat de lioncourt#armand x reader#armand the vampire#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv
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Hey! I was wondering if I could request a story or headcanons with Daniela and a maid? Personally, I headcanon Daniela as a huge flirt and loved receiving attention from the maids. What if there was a new maid ignore Daniela, at first. She doesn't give Daniela her attention easily and Daniela tries to flirt with the maid and get a reaction. Then one day the maid turns the tables and flirts with Daniela back (maybe steals a kiss), and returns to her work like nothing happened. Basically, a maid puts Daniela in her place and realizes that she's not the only one who can fluster others.
Have a good day!💃
Hello~
This is such a nice prompt! Dani is one of my ride or dies, she is just too precious and for what?? Either way, enjoy!
| Flattery
Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x Maid! Reader
Genre: One-Shot, Fluff
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death
Masterlist
Working for the Dimitrescu family was nothing like you or anybody else imagined. Well, surely the tales you’ve heard from this crippling place were enough to keep inhabitants away but this was far from a simple choice. Like you, many other maids — both residents and past servants — came here in a desperate need of shelter, food or the bare minimum to survive in this hell of a place. Living under the wrath of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters could just be better than the savaging of those monsters outside. You left the cold to embrace the warmth of what they promised to be a fairly average job — a facade, one you didn’t noticed till you experienced your first night in that castle shaped trap. Your ears were flooded with unwanted laughter, screams and the ever present sentiment of insecurity. By any means maybe you should have risked it all by staying outside within the village, but soon you realized that just as this wasn’t any usual job, you had no usual way of simply “asking to quit”.
Your first night was haunted with unwanted laughters, echoing screams and the ever lasting feeling of unsafeness that ever truly went away. You’ve never felt this exposed, like the other maids you were a walking plaything for the infamous daughters to play with and soon you too realized that. Now, weeks into this new job of yours, you feared the occurrences were past the shocking point for you. Sure, you don’t think you could ever get fully used to seeing severed human remains scattered around the halls or having to wash the girl’s blood soaked clothes but at certain point but you just had to endure things, out of survival or not.
Lady Dimitrescu herself was a… interesting woman. In fact, the only time you properly spoke to her was when you first started in this place. Sharp, composed and commanding — you never thought someone could get that tall and still posses such incredible elegance, yet there she was to stun you. You rarely saw of her wandering around the castle, but you knew how busy she always was nonetheless. Bela was a prodigious daughter, somewhat of a mirror to her own mother but with her own characteristics. She enjoyed teasing you, more than you would expect from someone who claimed to be as mature as her mother. Cassandra was, and is, someone you avoid around the place, simply because she is no mere woman to be messed up with and you have seen what she is capable of doing to maids she doesn’t get along with — hells bells, you had to brush those floors for hours apart to get rid of the blood stains.
And there was… Daniela.
Like the other Dimitrescu family members, you only knew of her from what the other maids told you. Still, you were incredibly sure she had already caught an eye onto you.
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“Ah! There you are!” A voice echoed, sounding hauntingly close to your left shoulder. Unfamiliar, but judging by the tone you could just guess it wasn’t just another maid. “So you are the new maid?”
Turning around resulted in almost bumping face-on with Daniela. ‘The red head’ How the maids referred to her. She was smiling, a smile that didn’t quite indicated what she wanted but for sure it wasn’t the type of smile people used greeted other with, not with the matching grin of mischievousness she held— that made you realize how blood stained her mouth was, it made you shiver but you kept your composure still.
“Yes I am. Good afternoon, miss.”
Quick, polite, and the minimum expected from a maid. You gave her a short bow before turning on your heels to continue your chores, these windows wouldn’t polish themselves and the last thing you wanted to get was a scold of one of the head maids. Daniela was left speechless, to say at least, she was stoic in place as she watched you continue on your day — something deep inside her mind sparkled, like waving a trinket in front of a feline. The interest she had for you went over heels, like an imaginary challenge was just set between you both.
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The relationship between the both of you was unusual. Although you seek to avoid or even hide away from the red head you both always managed to bump into each other someway, much to Dani’s delight. Ever since she laid her eyes on you, you knew you came to an inescapable doom of some sorts and you were absolutely right! From that time on, Daniela became your shadow. She followed you everywhere, from rooms, to halls, even getting shortcuts from secret passages in order to catch up and pretend you were the one to bump on her but to her dismay, you didn’t seemed to pay much mind to her games.
In yet another day under the reigns of serving in that castle, you quickened your pace around the west halls, eager that your shift was almost complete and that you could finally rest your tired body. Small heels clicked softly against the luxurious floor, it was a silent night, too silent perhaps? You were used to hearing the girls planning on what to kill in their next hunt but tonight you heard nothing more than distant cracks and the usual wind blow against the tall trees —
“Rah!”
Suddenly, the youngest of the three sisters jumped in front of you, weapon at bay and hissing teeth — her face mere inches from yours. You didn’t precisely yelled, but it surely made you startled. Placing a hand against your chest, you sighed in a strange short of relief. Other maids would have genuine fear of actually being the prey of the day for the girls, but from what you have heard; She was the one you’d rather ran into.
“Miss Daniela— You’ve scared me!”
Daniela’s grin turned into a smile as she loosely spun her weapon against her fingers with little effort, soon you found her form pushing further against you and a nearby wall.
“Ohhhhh, Did I? Oh but you can’t blame me, right? Your face looks even prettier when you scared~”
Pressing you almost entirely against the wall, Daniela couldn’t expect you to swiftly undergo under her arm and flee her trap. She turned to look at you with a point, quickly walking back towards you almost tangled yourself within the long curtains of a nearby window. Your eyes squinted at her audacity, it was somewhat very cute but you also couldn’t stop brushing off her attempts. Maybe deep inside you even liked to give her a cold shoulder, it brought her into a needy state of shameless flirting.
“I’m truly honored Miss Dani—“ You murmured.
“Call me Dani, luv~” She purred.
Cursed heavens, she was starting to finally get under your skin after all of this time. And as if she could read your thoughts, her smile widened, it was the smile one would show as they ran up to the finishing line of a hard track race. Just as she approached yet again, you furrowed your eyebrows as an idea flickered in your head — risky, bold and unexpected, nothing short of a maid’s behavior but you still went for it. Lunging forwards, your lips smashed against Dani’s just as you turned to pretend on moving across her. It was quick, but firm and full of savor — you could taste the distinct metal of the leftover blood against her lips, but also something else you couldn’t quite put your finger into. Nonetheless, her lips felt surprisingly soft but cold, it was like kissing a marble statue.
Just as quickly as it came it ended right away. Daniela was left in total bliss, a shocked expression of someone in disbelief — face almost as red as the wine her family produced — it only took her a turn of her head to see you quickly vanishing further into the castle with the same posture as before, as if this moment had been nothing more than her imagination. She had never felt this warm before, not even when she stood near a fireplace or watched the fire of a wooden pit burn. Her shook transformed into a genuine burst of chuckles and the widest her grin has even reached, Daniela felt drunk with happiness and all because of you, she had to catch you yet again, suddenly nothing else mattered but to be able to have you this close. You had just outdone the biggest flirter of the sister trio, no maid has ever had this much boldness like you did, or simply had the skills to make Daniela so hooked like this.
The woman dissipated into a swarm of flies, quickly leaving as her laughter echoed yet again across the castle grounds. You heard it too, also smiling to yourself as you finished the last of your chores. You wondered just how interesting things would get around here.
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AN: This is my first-ish One-Shot, i’m shaking and hoping this is at least decent or that I can improve in the future! Either way, tysm for the ask and I hope ya enjoyed it!
#resident evil#resident evil village#re 8#re 8 village#re village#daniela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu x reader#dimitrescu sisters#<3asks
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𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
🩷Sukuna x chubby reader🩷
𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: The reader is female, black ofc<3 but any race can read it if they want to, toxic!Sukuna , reader gets a good ending just because. Please know that this is probably my only "dark ish" ff unless y'all like this type of stuff so...
⚠️None⚠️
It was 12:45 in the morning when you got a text from Sukuna talking about. 'I'm pulling up inna second come outside.' I sigh putting on my black fuzzy slides and my (f/c) robe. I laid back on my bed cause I know Sukuna's ass not gonna be here for a while. As soon as I opened Instagram, 'Sukuna Baee ❤' was calling. "Hello?" "Where the hell are you? I told yo ass to come outside!" His voice was booming from the speaker phone. "Stop yelling at me Kuna. I told you that I don't like it when you yell at me." I say with a pout.
I could practically hear the eye roll he did and he hung up. 'I don't even wanna go in his stupid car.' I thought. I tighten my robe and open the front door going to the curb where Sukuna's car resided. I knocked on his window with a pout on my face. He rolled it down with a big ass smirk. "I know you haven't been crying." He teased. I didn't reply. "Get in." He said with a sigh. I hesitated a bit just to get under his skin. I got in the passenger seat with my arms crossed.
"What's up witchu? Smile fa' me." He smirked. "What do you want?" He leaned his head back with an attitude. "Girl, that's not how you greet a mothafucka when they're being nice to you." I didn't do anything but ignore him."I don't think I want to take part of being your girlfriend anymore Sukuna." You said with your face in the car mirror touching your face. "Fuck you mean 'you don't wanna be my girl anymore'." He mocked. "Because you don't respect me, like at all." You began. Your voice shaking a bit.
Sukuna smirked and slid down his seat a little bit to man spread. "Explain." He said. "Okay, whenever I'm with my home girls, you're always all over them and shit. Giving them full hugs when you don't even know them like that. You're supposed to give them sides hugs or just give them a high five or something. And don't even get me started on the fact that youre over here linking up with them too! I thought it was just me and you Kuna, What happened to that? Also whenever I set boundaries with you, you don't ever respect that. How many times do I have to tell you not to yell at me or when I dont want to have sex with you? But you steady wanna ignore my feelings because you don't care and I'm not even your type for real." You ranted with tears in your eyes.
"How are they fake?" I turned to him. He tossed his phone to me while looking out his window.
Sukuna was on his phone texting someone I think. "See look, you not even paying attention. I'm outta here. Lose my number." I say as I open the door. But before I could do so, Sukuna locked the door. "You not going no where so don't start like that. Second of all, you're being hella insecure because you know I don't even like your fake ass friends anyways." he scoffed.
This is the beginning of your conversation.
Symoné: Who dis?
Me: Dis Sukuna lol
Symoné: How you get my insta?
Me: Y/n gave it to me.
Symoné: Oh....
Me: Shiii you trynna go to this new restaurant wit me?
Symoné: Is Y/n gon be there???
Me: Nah but don't worry bout dat she said that it was cool for us to go together
Symoné: Okay then what time?
Me: I'll be there in 30 minutes. Wear something pretty.
Seen
"What are you trying to prove my nigga?!" You raise your voice at him as you threw his phone on his lap. He shuffled his body. "Well, if they were your real friends then they wouldn't be agree about comin with me anyways." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sucks to suck."
I unlock the door with my hand and leave. "Where the fuck you think you're goin?" He yells. I ignore him and walk into my house.
|Time skip|
*15 new messages from Sukuna Baee❤️*
*25 missed calls from Sukuna Baee❤️*
I wake up from my sleep to see my phone blaring it's blue light, distracting me. I pick it up and read the messages he sent.
Sukuna Baee❤️: Yo Y/n text me back when you can
Sukuna Baee❤️: Hey
Sukuna Baee❤️: Are you sleeping?
Sukuna Baee❤️: I'm finna call you
*missed call*
Sukuna Baee❤️: ANSWER THE PHONE Y/N IK yu UP
Seen
Etc etc etc...... He tried to call again but I let it ring and blocked his number. I scroll through my call list and see Yuji's profile. We've been talking around the same time me and Sukuna been talking and 'dating'. They're twin brothers!
Yuji: I've missed youuuu 🥺 why haven't you been talking to meee it's been 2 weeks 🥲
Me: I'm sorry babe. I was caught up in some other drama. It's all over now
Yuji: Do you still have that movie night planned?
Me: Duh ofc I didn't forget. I'll see you tmw at 10???????
Yuji: Yep :)
*Liked by Me*
Y/n smiled and looked towards at you. "The hell are you looking like that for? Don't hate the player.... Hate the game or how ever you say it."
#chubby reader#jujutsu kaisen#plus size reader#jjk x chubby reader#jjk#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#jjk ryomen#ryomen x reader#jujutsu kaisen ryomen#yuji itadori#jjk yuji#jjk itadori#jujutsu itadori#itadori x reader#the-princess-of-bimbos
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CALL ME CUPID (JOEL MILLER X READER)
Summary: when Ellie notices the longing looks joel gives the woman in the canteen who does the same when joel isn't looking she take it as her sole mission to set them up and even has a helper in her endeavours
It's a fluff age gap sort of thing. slight angst
when ellie first caught him staring , she thought it was just a fluke like he was lost in thought while his eyes stared off into the distance . that was til the woman in his view was getting up to return her dishes, finishing her food his eyes followed her frame . it happened every time they went to the canteen more and then when tommy held joel's attention this time , ellie saw the woman in question looking over directly at the older miller before turning away small smile on her face. as the woman finished her meal she and walked out.
" hey tommy who is she " ellie pointed out the door.
" oh that's y/n, she's works in the community garden , bit old for you ellie " he teased.
" funny asshole , she's not old like you fucks either right ? " she shot back earning a curious yet confused look back .
" she's 24 been alone for a while , maria found her on patrol she was cornered by couple of raiders, before maria went to help her out she had them on there asses , i didn't believe her til i went on patrol one day and sure enough girl held her own " he shook his head still in disbelief even though he'd seen it himself.
" shit that is so cool " she smiled brightly.
" give me your plate and less of the cussing " joel grumbled before heading off .
" she seeing anybody " she asked .
" why the sudden interest in Y/N , ain't you seeing Cat " tommy asked.
" not for me idiot her and joel, watch them when they're near each other its gross but in a cute way" she said before leaving the table . running out the door before joel could call her back . " Hey Y/N , wait up shit" she panted as the woman turned . " hello i'm ellie , we've never talked before but i wanted to introduce myself " she held her hand out.
" nice to meet you ellie " she smiled softly shaking her hand .
" can you tell me about that gardening shit... sorry stuff" ellie excitedly asked looking for a way to get to know the woman .
" i'm actually going to do the gardening shit if you wanna join " .
" fuck yeah let's go" .
the whole morning was more interrogation instead as the inquisitive front that faded quick . " so how come your on your own" ellie asked .
" my family died , boyfriend left me usual shit " she shrugged hiding the hurt from the teenager.
" that is shit , how long have you been travelling alone " .
" 5 years , why all the question on me " she turned to the girl.
" i like knowing about new friend and joel says i'm too nosey for my own good " .
" is that your dad, you sit with?" .
" I mean , he like my dad kinda " ellie explained the situation and everything before they got to jackson .
" sounds like a dad to me" Y/N smiled. " sunshine , that's that i'ma call you " ellie said offhandedly . the woman said nothing but continue her work and answering all of ellie's questions , shooting some back before the two walked to the canteen .
" come on join us" ellie pulled the woman to the table she and joel sat at .
sure enough tommy could see what his what he classed her as niece was on about . the two looking at each other everytime the other wasn't looking ,like they took turns in stealing glances . " son of a bitch " he chuckled .
it didn't take long for her to worm her way into the man affections , she instantly got the usually cold man to talk to her instead of the usual grunts that the other resident would get anytime they tried to communicate with joel miller .
sunshine as she now was called thanks to ellie the nickname caught on and stuck not that she minded. she found she hit the jackpot the day she met maria finally being apart of something after being alone for so long. Now she was part of community and got to have meal time with her new friends everyday something she only ever dreamed of in the shit show of the world they lived in . only complication was the feeling she harboured for the new man she had the pleasure of calling a friend . how could she not though , you'd have to be blind to not find joel miller attractive , those dark brown eyes alone could have a woman weak in the knee's . she couldn't help getting lost studying the details of his face when he was talking away be it to her, ellie or his brother tommy . she would get lost in his eyes or studying the curve of his nose , from the beard to even his dark curls that had grey's sprinkled throughout .
" so it that ok with you " tommy asked making her snap out of her ogling.
" huh sorry spaced out there for a second " she shook her head .
" of course you did , i was saying since maria is close to giving birth i need to be home more would it be ok with you to go with joel for the next patrol " he chuckled .
" oh yeah of course when is it ? " .
" well my dear sunshine ya'll leave in the morning " tommy got up patting her on the back .
" that ok with you ?" she turned to joel .
" of course it is darling prefer you to tommy either way better company" he winked before heading off maybe to get ready she thought .
" you got a bit of drool right here" ellie teased . " oh shut it " she snorted before checking to see if she was actually drooling sending the teenager into a fit of laughter .
she spent most of the night packing the essentials not that she had much but she did have a few nice clothes she was able to find on her time alone from a few summer dresses to a bundle of nice jeans and tops , she had a eye for finding such finds which made her popular for patrols especially with the women of the community that and her dab hand at fixing clothes something she would do with her mother when she was younger . a past time she missed dearly sitting with the woman while she would talk of the world before the infected all the things like her parent would do date nights and social event with friends something that seemed like a dreamland. the love they had for each other was something she wanted for herself but never thought could happen it was like she was never good enough for anyone in that way .
Her ex,she met on her travels , he would let her know constantly she was lucky he wanted to be with her and that he would of picked someone else . everytime he would let her know he didn't think she was anything special . one day the two bumped into a group and noticing her ex was cosying up with one of the women not caring she was right in front of them that night or that she cried herself to sleep. only to wake up alone and her things all gone all she had was her back pack because it was her pillow , she carried it all time because it contained her parents rings and little things that meant alot for her as well as the hunting knife. leading to her rebuilding herself from the ground up .
that night she woke up in sweats a nightmare of her ex throwing her into a pit of infected calling her awful thing as they attacked her. she didn't realise she was screaming til the sound of her door breaking and her eyes seeing joel miller standing at her door gun drawn looking for the danger . instantly his gaze soften when took in her red puffy eyes and completely terrified expression . " ellie was sneaking out heard you screaming "he said coming closer.
" she got herself in trouble for me " her voice still trembling .
" course she did she loves you alot if you didn't notice " he smiled sitting on side of the bed leaning back as not to be so close.
" i had a nightmare i'll be fine seriously" went to push him out .
" well i kinda broke your door so either i'm staying here or your coming to ours , i can leave you in open like that " he winced.
" how broken is my door " she arched her brow .
" in half but in my defence you were screaming and i was scared you were in danger " he admitted .
" you were scared for little old me " she teases yet shocked.
" course i was darling , ellie ain't the only one who cares for you now mine or yours" he asked .
" i'll get my shoes , you can grab my pillow and blanket " she got out of the bed grabbing her boots and her coat and back pack before following out . reeling in the revelation that joel miller cared for her.
Part two
#joelmiller#ellie williams#the last of us#fluffy#angstwithhappyending#tommy miller#maria miller#au#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal characters#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n
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Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?
Spencer Reid x Teen Reader
Request: Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?
Third person pov...
Y/N walked into the police station, she had been called by thr sheriff to come in, they had some questions for her. They had been calling about her Dad all week.
Which of course made that his reason to beat her, accusing her of rating him out to the police, she promised him she never said anything of course he never listened.
Y/Ns father is the serial killer the police have been looking for, hes been kidnapping and murdering young girls who he finds annoying in some way for the past 6 months, a new one goes missing every week.
Y/N of course has witnessed every kill and kidnapping, the man was ruthless if he wasn't killing and making the girl watch, then he was abusing his daughter.
Still recovering from the beating she got jsut before she left the house the teen pulls at her clothes making sure her neck and wrists are covered.
Limping slightly she tells the receptionist who she is and they tell her the sheriff if waiting for her, giving the officer a smile she walks through the busy bullpen until she get to the sheriffs office.
Knocking on the door she walks in. "Hey there Y/N, glad you could come down" Says Sheriff Briest, he stands up and walks towards the teen, noticing how she steps back automatically.
The sheriff of course noticed, he had been called to the L/N residence alot over the years since Y/Ns Mum died, reports of crying and shouting coming from inside the house.
When questioned Mr L/N would tell them everything was okay and that Y/N was acting up, these lies continued all her life making the young girl seem like a troubled teenager who was rude and never listened to anyone.
Though the sheriff knew something was wrong he saw the signs and so did his officers but knowone was able to do anything about it as Y/N never told anyone not even when she was a kid.
Threat of death proved to be useful, Her Father would remind her what would happen should she tell anyone. "There's some people I want you to answer some questions for okay" Says the Sheriff.
Y/N freezes sightly as they walk into one of the briefing room that was usually unoccupied, but was now being used by a group of people. 'FBI' thought the girl instantly.
"Agent Hotchner, Y/N is here. Y/N these are the Behavioural Analysis Unit. They are here to help us find the killer" explained Sheriff Briest, Y/N doesn't look up at the people.
If she looked anyone in the eye she'd get beat again by her Father. She learnt that the hard way when she looked up at someone who was speaking to her Dad when she was 6. Since then she avoids eye contact.
"Hi" Says the teen looking at the shoes of the agents. "Hello Y/N, I'm Agent Hotchner these are Agents Jareau, Gideon, Morgan , Greenaway and Dr Reid" says polished black shoes.
"Nice to meet you" mutters Y/N, soon she is sitting in an interrogation room with Dr Reid. Nervously tapping her finger on the table she waits for the young Dr to walk in and ask her questions.
Minutes later the man walks in and sits down on the chair infront of her. After a few seconds of silence he speaks. "Hello Y/N, my names Spencer I work with the BAU, I'm going to ask you some questions okay?" He tells the girl.
Y/N nods her head. "Yes sir" she mutters wanting to go home and not be there. "Now can you tell me about your Father" Says the man, Y/N freezes her tapping increasing as she shakes slightly.
Trying desperately to stop shaking she answers the question. "I love my Dad, he doesn't do anything wrong he loves me" she says, her voice robotic as if it had been planted into her head as an automatic answer to that specific question.
Spencer takes notes of her behaviour, eyeing the two way glass he askes another question. "I'm sure he does, now, does your father leave for long periods of time, not telling you where he's going or why?"
Y/N hesitates before shaking her head. "He doesn't, Dad is always as home after work, dad loves me he doesn't do anything wrong" Spencer notes how the last part it connected to the answer from before.
"Okay, Y/N. Does your Dad hurt you?" Spencer knows asking that question would have a strong reaction but he didn’t expect the girl to slam her hand on the table and stand up and start pacing.
"No he doesn't hurt me! Dad loves me he doesn't hurt me" she yells almost crying, tears in her eyes but not falling yet, Spencer gasps at the raw emotion in the 15 year old eyes.
Desperation seeped into her voice, as she stared into the man's eyes, he noticed this was the first time he had seen her eyes. Suddenly the girl gasped and slammed her back into the wall.
Gripping her head she bring smacking her back against the wall. "Nonononono can't do that against the rules can't do that" she mumbles falling into hysterics, Spencer is soon joined by Derek and Elle.
The two had ran in when Y/N started repeating to herself. The three stand in shock not knowing what to do to help, Spencer is quick to notice the bruises on her neck and wrists. "Morgan" he whispers, the man nods his head he's seen the bruises on the girl.
Pulling out his phone, him and Elle leave Spencer alone with Y/N, the girl is still smacking her back on tjr wall as if she was punishing herself, the man slowly inches towards the grill.
"Y/N, Y/N its me Spencer remember" he whispers to the girl, holding out his hands non threateningly he speaks to the teenager desperate to calm her dow from her panic attack.
"Nonono broke the rules" muttered the girl. "Y/N you haven't broken any rules, your Father can't get you here okay, your safe your safe with me" he tells the girl, slowly Y/N pulls her hands awa from her hair and stopping smacking her back against the wall.
Smiling at the teen Spencer stays back. "I'm safe here" she whispers horsely, Spencer nods his head. "Yes that's right your safe here, I won't let anyone hurt you" he says.
Y/N slowly begins to inch closer to the man eagerly seeking comfort, soon the girl was throwing herself at him, Spencer hugs her tightly whispering that she was okay and he wouldn't hurt her.
An hour later the Team and swat had arrested Y/Ns Father for the abuse she suffered and 15 accounts of murder.
Over the next few days adter they had caught the killer, Y/N had grown close to Spencer, she wouldn't let him out of her sight scared her father would come and hurt her, Spencer stayed with the teen while she recovered in hospital from the abuse she suffered from her father.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Request are open!
Word count: 1277
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Dispatch has confirmed 2024’s first couple: Mingyu and Evelyn of SEVENTEEN!
According to media outlet ‘Dispatch’, the couple has been together since April 2022.
An insider reports that the couple were friendly with each other more than just as team members in the past and have grown strong feelings towards one another.
The insider continues that their most frequent meeting place is that of Evelyn’s secured place of residence just outside of Seoul. The couple has been seen out late at night walking Evelyn’s dog around the town with their hands joined together, sharing an occasional kiss with one another.
Pledis Entertainment has yet to respond to the reports.
a few hours later
(BREAKING PLEDIS Entertainment confirms the relationship between SEVENTEEN’s Mingyu and Evelyn)
Earlier this morning, the news outlet Dispatch had reported that SEVENTEEN’s Evelyn and Mingyu were in a relationship since April 2022. Pledis Entertainment has now responded to the reports as reported below:
Hello, this is Pledis Entertainment.
We can happily confirm that our artists SEVENTEEN EVELYN and SEVENTEEN MINGYU are confirmed to be meeting with good feelings. We ask that you can respect their decision and continued support.
Netizens have mixed reviews about the confirmation as shown below:
• “That’s really crazy! Good for them!”
• “I don’t know if I’m more shocked by their relationship or by Pl*dis actually responding to the rumors.”
• “All the haters can actually eat dogshit. They are happy together, leave them alone.”
• “She’s doing it for attention and using being the only girl in the group as an excuse.”
• “I’m actually surprised he wants her like that.”
• “Kim Mingyu I’m disappointed you can do better.”
• “What a b***h! Why would she date one of her group members? Disgusting.”
• “Please they look so good together!”
• “Now which staff member leaked this information.”
• “I don’t know who I want to be more, Eunji or Mingyu. Either way, I’m so jealous.”
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(pls note that this is in fact FICTION and none of this is real!)
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Hello!! I just read your velvette fic and it blew me away!!
Would it be okay if you made a fic of lucifers new wife meeting the hazbin hotel gang, along with mentioning how she died? It can be a song fic, and if it was, maybe what I know now from Beetlejuice?
If I'm asking for a lot, I'm sorry, this is my second time requesting something :)
Either way, thank you for considering this request, and if you could tag me if you make it, that would be nice!
With love 💙💙
-Xin
Good evening my dear! First of all you're doing great requesting! @fuck-this-shit-xin
Normally I prefer not to write for Lucifer for a couple of reasons, but the moment I read what I know now, I immediately went into writing mode, I ADORE THAT SONG, and Beetlejuice the musical as a whole but that song changed me, I annoyed my parents by playing it all the time back in 2020. I may have gotten slightly off track of the request, (I got excited writing reader singing)
If I knew then what I know now
Warnings!!!
Suicide and Self harm, Reader was a child star, Reader like the others breaks into song.
Link to the song, highly recommend you listen to it while reading!
Well, meeting your new husband's daughter was a bust, you ended up at her hotel, and he proceeded to get in a fight with a radio deer man and it was chaotic, So you decided to have a redo dinner where you could properly meet her and everyone,
Unfortunately the duck obsessed man had some type of emergency leaving you with your stepdaughter, her girlfriend and a couple of the other hotel residents alone.
"I'm sure he'll be back eventually."
You said with a strained smile, nervously smoothing out your dress as Charlie nodded,
"Yeah! I'm sure it was something that was super important, So uh, how'd you meet my dad?"
"Oh! Well it's a funny story-"
"Better question how does he perform in bed?"
"ANGEL."
"I'm not answering that."
And that pinwheeled into everyone drinking at the bar, chatting about random things and eventually Angel dust said something about his erotic films and you said you were in a couple of films when alive, although yours were more.... Family friendly
"Life is a thing that should be cherished, let me tell you I wish I could go back to it sometimes," you said swirling the alcoholic beverage in your hand,
"What wassssss your life like?"
"Well,"
The radio flickered on, letting a tune pour out.
Alastor raised an eyebrow.
"I was hot, I went to parties a lot"
You leaned back in your chair, recalling when you were alive,
"Y'know?"
Well that's not what Charlie was expecting you to open with,
"I was driving Lamborghinis, Sipping super-dry martinis,"
You downed the rest of your drink before standing up, moving to the music
"In the tiniest bikinis on a yacht"
You were quite scandalous when you were alive
"But I was depressed"
You put an arm over your head and leaned back leaning back, Alastor pushed you forwards with his cane.
"Also completely obsessed"
You had competed in beauty pageants since you were a child, you had starred in some films both as a child and as an Adult.
"An unhappy beauty queen"
It had been installed in you to be beautiful, the best, you had to eliminate your competition by outshining them, you were thrusted into the spotlight at such a young age, you never stood a chance.
"Who dreamed to be Miss Argentina"
A role you couldn't reach no matter how hard you tried,
"I had such low self-esteem"
You were beat down verbally by not only those around you, but by yourself, no one could beat the words you told yourself in the late hours of the night.
''I was a mess''
You had drowned your woes in alcohol, cocaine and other things, no one truly knew how much of a mess you were, being completely functional to do your pageants or films.
"So I gave it all up for the netherworld''
You flipped your hair as you twirled around.
"I've been here forever, girl"
You couldn't tell how long it's been since you died, you witnessed the decades change slowly but surely as more souls fell below.
"If I was more clever, girl"
You smiled.
"I would've stuck it out, Knowing what life's about,"
Oh how you missed looking out your window and seeing the blue sky, the sun, you missed fresh fruit, you missed the trees, normal looking animals!
"Pain and joy and suffering"
Maybe if you were born into a different life you would've been happier.
"Failing but recovering"
You made the decision to fix yourself, you hated the way your coping mechanisms made you feel, it destroyed you.
"I'll tell you another thing, Everyone comes here alone"
You motioned at the residents of the hotel, you weren't completely wrong, Angel dust came alone, Alastor showed up alone but summoned forth Husk and Niffty later on, Sir Pentious technically had his eggs but still.
"So if you are breathing, Go home!"
You danced with the rhythm of the music, hips moving.
"If I knew then, What I know now"
You placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder,
"I would have looked within and let love in somehow"
She gave you a warm hug you returned the hug before stepping back
"If I only knew the truth back then"
It was the last time, that's what you told yourself as you opened the bottle of Vodka, just one last time.
"I wouldn't have had my little "accident""
The little voice in your head was telling you it was going to get worse, and worse, you would never escape this life, you would forever be watched like a puppet, there was a letter opener on your nightstand, you were using it to open fanmail early that day.
The bracelets on your wrists moved showing a glimpse of the red markings that ended your life.
"Don't be blind"
You laid on the cold ground, blood staining your clothing, you looked up and saw the night sky, the stars were so, so beautiful.
"We left our whole lives behind"
You wondered who found you, your manager? a friend? Family member?
"See a shrink, Call a priest"
You moved around,
"Ask the recently deceased"
You glanced at the hotel residents, they hadn't died recently, you snapped your fingers summoning forth little puppet like people, where they sinners, did they come from you? Were they like the eggs? Who knows.
"Death is final and you cannot press rewind"
Stage lights turned on.
"Don't jump when the light is red"
"Toasters should be used for bread"
"Never smoke cigars in bed"
Three puppets sung, different colored lights shining on them
"Nietzsche was right, y'know, to live is to suffer, bro"
"Don't cheat on the one you wed"
A puppet dress in a suit popped up next, mocking a groom.
"Never whip a thoroughbred"
"Angry pygmys shrunk his head"
"Why did it take death to see, Happiness was up to me?" They sung in unison, each puppet dressed to match their line.
You stepped onto the stage the puppets surrounded you, standing beside and behind you.
"If I knew then, What I know now,"
You moved with the puppets,
"I would've laughed and danced"
Regrets filled you through and through
"And lanced every sacred cow"
You never did the things you wanted too, you never truly indulged in the hobbies you loved,
"I thought I knew, but I was wrong!"
If you could turn back the clock you would, without hesitation,
"'Cause life is short"
You would've probably still ended up here but at least you could've said that you lived life to the fullest!
"But death is super long"
You had an eternity to make up for the things you never did in life, it wasn't the same for multiple reasons, the main one being you were in hell.
A puppet exploded into a pile of confetti beside you.
"I exploded!"
Niffty quickly moved to clean up the confetti.
You danced to the music, twirling the puppets around, pulling up Charlie up onto the stage for a quick dance, A stray puppet pulling Angel dust into a very disorganized dance as he was tall while the puppet was not, Alastor did a goofy dance while another puppet aimed to dance with the eggs.
it wasn't all bad being down there, after all you did met your darling husband who you loved, and being married pulled you up above the average sinner.
Charlie hopped off of the stage
"If I knew then, What I know now"
Lights moved with you around the stage
"I would've crossed every line and drank all the wine"
One of the puppets wandered off to grab a glass of wine only to be stop by husk picking it up and tossing it over.
"Before my final bow!'
You did a half bow before twisting around, face to the puppets as they danced around you.
"If I knew"
You raised a hand the faintest of strings could be seen
"The things that now I know"
"I would ride the highs and cherish the lows"
Life was something you should've NEVER took for granted, you longed for the sense of normalcy that came with it,
"Going, it's a quick trick 'round the rodeo"
A small wooden horse with a smaller puppet moved around the stage for a moment.
Your movements became more face paced, your voice
"So before they lower the curtain, be certain to enjoy the show"
You bowed elegantly.
"That's what I know!"
The curtains closed.
"Life is short but death is long, Here, one minute then it's gone""
"Thought I knew but I was wrong, If I only knew what I know now!"
Your legs gave out below you, collapsed on the stage, the puppets vanished as the song ended, you were glad the curtains covered you.
You could hear the hotel doors fling open,
"Sorry I'm back! Everything's dandy now, what'd I miss?"
You heard your husband say, you took a deep breath before standing up brushing yourself off.
"Why are there ducks stuck on your coat?"
"I see Alaska is still here,"
"It's Aʟǟֆȶօr."
"Dad, Alastor please behave"
And that was your cue to prevent another fight You opened up the curtains with a large smile,
"Luci! You just missed my performance"
You said leaping off the stage tackling the short fallen angel into a hug, flustering him at the sudden attack of affection.
"I- wHAT?"
You wished you could go back and live life to the fullest but you couldn't do that, you had to spend your afterlife with your regrets, you would forever have that desire to go back, to live a sense of normalcy but you had your husband and maybe a new family with Charlie and Vaggie.
You looked forward to what the future held.
Good evening folks hope you enjoyed! Lucifer didn't get much page time (??) because no idea how to write him and again I wanted to indulge in reader's musical performance, thank you for tuning in I am making my ways through requests!
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader#hazbin lucifer x reader
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Welcome my the new masterlist. Yes thats vhagar you saw that right.
UPDATED ON 16-5-2024
Hello, welcome, welcome welcome!
I hope you brought cookies
Aemond Targaryen
The girl in the silver dress (Modern royalty au) (Completed)
🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead
part one part two Part three (completed)
Heaven knows (We belong way down below) (slasher au)
🔷Summary: Reader or oc (You) is the new resident of a seemingly peaceful town, which hides dark secrets.
prologue, part one (Mini series) (NOT CONTINUED!!)
Wicked dark and twisted dreams part one (vampire au)
🔷Summary: After you have been kidnapped, you get sold to the vampire king's brother, Aemond Targaryen.
One part, possibly being rewritten into a bigger series, but thats a maybe. A really big maybe. (NOT CONTINUED!!!)
Sweet Nothings (College au) formally known as ''Games in the library''
🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.
PART 1 PART 2, updates planned but it will be a mini series. (Maybe continued)
The heart is an ocean (Aemond titanic au) (mini series)
🔷Summary: You attend the ship of dreams, the Balerion in hope of finding your match to enrichen your family. But fate is cruel for those who dream. And the Balerion might not even reach the harbor of Valyria.
Part one, part two
updates are planned but it will remain a mini series.
the doomed jaessa (???) (aemond avatar au) ONE SHOT
🔷Summary: You are a witch hunter, looking for the witches that killed your family all those years ago. Those people are called Heyks or Summoners.
Part one, one shot.
maffia au (aemond maffia au) One shot
🔷Summary: Its your 21st birthday. You dont expect to spent it as the captive of your new criminal husband, but here we are.
Part one, one shot, but might be rewritten in a bigger series.
Sandstorm (Dornish oc x aemond request) (One-shot)
🔷Summary: You are Elna/Reader Martell and before you marry you go on a vacation to the land that always held a close space to your heart: The Six Kingdoms. You become the captive of Aemond Targaryen.
One shot, Part one
A little wicked (dark prince regent x niece)
🔷Summary: After your husband dies, his brother claims his throne and also you.
Part one, one shot
Ashes Burn
🔷Summary: Dark aemond fic about a girl who becomes aemonds bedmate. Very dark.
part one, part two, part three, updates planned but might become a smaller series.
What power looks like dark prince regent one shot
🔷Summary: You once bullied Aemond and fell in favour with his brother, but now that Aegon is uhm...not able to talk right now, Aemond wants revenge for all you did to him. And he means all of it.
Part one, finished one shot
Fight and die (Main series)
🔷Summary: Your ancestors once betrayed the Targaryens and paid a high price. Now you are back at court with your brother, who hopes to sell you in exchange for his freedom.
Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part 6.
The Song of Ice and Fire (Mini series)
🔷Summary: After getting kidnapped on your way to King's Landing, you end up in another time where you meet a dangerous prince
Part one, updates planned.
Mis characters
Daemon Targaryen
Daddy dearest (stepdaughter request) (One shot)
🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra's and Harwin's daughter and you just proposed to Aemond, your stepdaddys worst enemy.
Part one, one shot, finished.
Vhagar
Vhagars diary (on hiatus for now)
Summary: The majestic dragon Vhagar shares her story, in a exclusive interview/tell all biography. What does she remember and what can she tell us about the past? What do we know? Vhagar tells all is part of a mini series featuring three parts of Vhagars life leading up to house of the dragon, with her ...unique thoughts and perspective!
Part one
Aegon Targaryen II/ Attention
Summary:🔷Summary: You are studying in college and you fall for a mysterious boy named Aeg. Who hides a dark secret.
Part One, more updates planned, mini series.
Older masterlist with old work (mind your step please) series
Old and mostly very dark fanfics about aemond.
Ready to read somewhere else?: Bitterballetje - Works | Archive of Our Own
last update 9-7-2024
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Nice Nexus AU info!
Hello! Here's the info for my team, Au—Nice Nexus. I might change the name because of the information, but I'm keeping it this way! I've made images to go with it, but I'll have the regular text version under the cut! (I also color-coded the names and certain phrases, mainly because I jump through a lot of pronouns, so it helps keep the info straight!)
Nice Nexus AU
By: Artist-in-training-wheels
This kinda starts when Nexus (Moon at the time) was still grieving Solar’s death. In the episode “What if SOLAR LIVED in VRChat” he wakes up in the theatre, right? Well, we know Dark Sun is insanely good at imitating Sun- so who’s to say that he didn’t just, put a (corruption) chip in Moon that caused him to have that initial hallucination!? The one where Solar lived by Sun died. The only time Moon snapped out of the hallucination was when Monty interacted with him- someone outside the hallucination!
Now, the way I see it, the chip slowly corrupts the user, twisting their desires and morals against themselves until they snap. Once they are at their lowest point, Dark Sun is alerted and approaches the individual, much like he did in “Moon’s New Partnership in VRChat.” I also believe that Dark Sun put a similar chip into Ruin, not as extreme but still holding mild corruption (this is important).
It is also worth mentioning that the flow of time is very… weird in the pocket dimension that they reside in. Sometimes it's years ahead, sometimes it’s a few years behind, and sometimes it lines up with the timeline (the main show). So it’s hard to say how long they’ve truly been there (kinda like the time when Sun and Moon were taken away for a bit- but were actually gone for like… 3 weeks or something like that (according to the Lunar and Earth show)).
Here’s where things divert the cannon. In my redesigns, Nexus has a wither shard on his nightcap. “For experimentation,” as explained to Dark Sun, who allowed it. However, it turns out that wither corruption can cancel out other corruption! Meaning that after some time, Nexus's sanity started to return! Obviously, he never said anything to Dark Sun, only giving Ruin a wither shard, too—again, “for experimentation.” This causes the mild corruption in Ruin to be undone- proving to Nexus that he was indeed corrupted by Dark Sun (cause at the time, he was in denial about it).
Due to his sanity returning, Nexus has a massive panic/depression spiral because of everything he did/said to his family! He knows there is borderline NOTHING he can do to fix all the damage he’s done in hopes of being a part of their family again, not that he blames them… but that doesn’t mean he won’t help where he can! So he’s made the family each their own personalized drone so that he can keep tabs on his family and find ways to help them!
He can’t do a whole lot like this, but he does little gifts here and there for everyone- a book or two for Sun about magic, some interesting/advanced blueprints (mostly of defensive items) for Moon, any and all info he can find about the astrals to Lunar, different accessories to Earth (but she has gotten a lot of different gifts- that seem to resemble apology gifts…), and Solar… well, he’s still working on Solar’s drone, but he’s already gotten a heartfelt “welcome back” gift… it was his goggles and gloves. He’s also in the process of making Dazzle and Jack’s drone, he’s just trying to figure out the best designs for them!
With that all being said, Ruin ends up being the voice of reason, ensuring that Nexus doesn’t make any sudden appearances and keeps them both under Dark Sun’s radar! He’s done it before; now he just has to make sure Nexus doesn’t get them caught. Occasionally, they’ll send the family a note or two about a possible warning (at least in regards to what Dark Sun is doing), but it isn’t often.
#my art#digital art#the sun and moon show#tsams#the lunar and earth show#tlaes#tsams nexus#tsams au#The Nice Nexus AU#Glad to have this written down!#Ask me things about this AU if you want to!#I had fun making all the little doodles!#Now to work on the little drones!
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Break All
Author's notes: Hura in Husbandry AU. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.
Past =-= Next
Warnings: Let me know if I need to add anything.
Summary: Hura gets called in to take young Cedric with him to the Chaos base where the twitchy Imhoden is to do his intake exam. He notices that Cedric seems... Upset and Zariel's being... suspicious.
Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,
Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams
Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog
Hura had spoken with Zariel over vox, about transferring young Cedric to the Chaos base for a few days so that he’d be able to help with the twitchy and flighty new arrival of the Loyalist Thousand Sons Imhoden.
He arrived at the base, with the pass in hand, and patiently waited to be processed, amused with the way that the Loyalists were watching and not-watching him. Even with the almost-treaty between the larger Chaos War-bands and the Loyalists, things were understandably tense with the way things are between the Corpse Worshippers and the Followers of Chaos.
He steps up to the Space Marine in charge of intake and greeting visitors, an Ultramarine who was trying valiantly to not go for his Bolter as he handed over his credentials and stated his reason for being at the base.
Zariel shows up with young Cedric at his elbow, Hura watches the pair as they head over to them. Something seems to be bothering young Cedric, from the way his eyes are dancing from person to person, and from exit to exit.
There seems to be something… tense and almost protective in Zariel’s stance. He’s heard from others that a feral war band of Loyalist Black Templars is in the area. Hura also knows that they have likely stopped at this base, since it’s partly run by Imperial Fists, and Black Templars are a successor chapter to resupply, among other things.
“Hello Apothecary Cedric,” Hura croons out to the younger Apothecary, he watches the way Cedric almost flinches at him and hides a frown at that.
He turns to give Zariel A Look, and kindly warbles out to the youngest of the trio of Apothecary Marines saying, “I need to speak with Zariel for a moment, Cedric, can you handle my outtake with the Ultramarine at the welcome desk, they seem to be a frightfully jumpy sort. Perhaps your face will ease their anxieties, young one.”
“Yes, sir,” Cedric says, not looking him in the eyes, as he nods and heads over to the welcome desk to start Hura’s and his check out process with the person manning the desk.
“Zariel,” Hura croons to the ‘Ultramarine’, carefully grabbing one of the tricky Apothecary’s arms firmly as he picks up and easily carries the smaller Space Marine to a more private location, a supply closet that doesn’t have a camera inside of it. “What is going on, he looks like someone’s about to beat him to death.”
“Funny you should say that,” Zariel chirps at him, “I am not at liberty to discuss that, as it was something Cedric told me in confidence.”
Hura continues to loom over the smaller Apothercary, his grip on the other’s arm tightening. Displeased with the lack of information, “However,” Zariel continues to say, “things are fine at this Base, and we just need to ensure that Cedric stays with you at the Chaos base for a few days, then he can return with that Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons.”
“So what’s wrong with the Black Templar War Band that’s arrived in the city that has Cedric so scared?” Hura asks, his mind connecting dots.
“Now why do you think he’s upset about some of his older brothers being in residence nearby?” Zariel says, still trying to escape the grasp of the Chaos Apothecary.
“Alpharius don’t take me for a fool,” Hura hisses at the other, who’s features and colors don’t shift from Ultramarine colors.
“Now that’s an Ugly thing to say to someone!” Zariel gasps wounded at the other’s accusation.
“I know that Zariel the Ultramarine died in battle in M40,” Hura says, “I killed him personally.”
“Well,” Alpharius says, shifting to Alpha Legion colors, “Fuck. How did you know it was Not-Zariel and instead him coming to Ancient Terra, people who died, or almost died have shown up from any-when and any-where.”
“I had infected him with one of Grandfather’s Gifts,” Hura says, voice now back to its more soporific honey-poisoned tones, “Even if he’d arrived on Ancient Terra, he’d slowly be transforming into a Plague Marine. You show no symptoms of such. Not just that, but into one of my Thralls.”
“Oh. Throne Curse me.” Alpharius groans and slumps a little, “And you haven’t called me out on it before… because?”
“It’s good to have secrets,” Hura says, “It’s good to know of cards that you can use to move others as you wish.”
“That is positively Alpha Legion of you,” Alpharius says, knowing that just might piss him off more.
“The Alpha legion isn’t the only one with secret keepers and those who know how to be Rule Makers, instead of pawns or players in the game,” Hura replies, “it’s just usually harder since we don’t get such training as you, or the resources.”
“... Fair enough,” Alpharius says with a sigh. “I meant what I said, if Cedric tells you about why he needs to leave the base for a while, it’s up to him.”
“So it’s bad,” Hura says, “To push a Son of Dorn, especially a Black Templar into a strategic retreat is.”
Almost completely unheard of, which tells him just how bad this potential feral war band of Black Templars might be. Granted, Cedric is an unusually gentle and kind one for his Type of Son of Dorn. More in line with a Crimson Fist. Or a young Word Bearer. Hm.
“I shall go and protect young Cedric,” Hura says, “We will discuss this further at a later time, once this small emergency has passed.”
“... I await with bated breath,” The Hydra snarks at him, before recoiling in a gratifying way when Hura turns to glare at him briefly for being a little shit who had to get the last word in.
Hura heads out of the supply closet and over to where Cedric is trying not to wring his hands anxiously, his ears are bright red. Poor young Scout, “Thank you for your patience, young Cedric, come- I need your help with a Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons who arrived on Terra recently. He refuses to be looked over by any of the Apothecaries that are on Base, due to their Chaos nature. Perhaps he needs a Loyalist to help him calm down?”
“Yes sir,” Cedric says obediently following him two steps back and to the left.
#warhammer 40k#space marine husbandry sentience#space marine husbandry#warhammer#adeptus astartes#oc: Hura#poor unfortunate souls#death guard#chaos marine#oc: Cedric#oc: Zariel
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That Radio Show
Summary: In the absence of the radio demon listeners of hell find a new broadcast to enjoy.
Chapter three
Chapter one: The New Voice On the Air
Every child dreams to be famous when they grow up, you were no different. When you were younger you wanted nothing more than to have your voice heard from all corners of the globe, to be heard on every radio station, to have your voice ring in the ears of millions of people. You took countless vocal lessons as a kid to prepare you for audition after audition, however very little came from it. Until in high school, you landed a job with your local radio station and fell in love with the art form. You worked almost full time despite school work piling up, the high of being live on air was worth barely passing a class or two. You did school work while music played on air when you weren’t speaking, it was the best job in the world in your book and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Eventually you took over the station after you graduated, working from 5:30am to 6:00 in the afternoon on most days, but night shifts always had the best callers and the warmest ambiance. You pored your heart and soul into your work until you died in a freak hunting accident in 2017.
When you arrived in hell you had dear like qualities, “I guess getting shot like game turned you into game in the after life” you thought looking at your new doe like features. Being new to hell was such an uncomfortable feeling, however you tried to get yourself in your feet as soon as possible. You spent about half a year working in a tailor shop getting yourself a house and a phone. Once you got enough money you finally got yourself an office and radio equipment to start broadcasting within the month. To advertise the radio station you made a hellstagram account just simply named “That Radio Show”. Your bio stated “That Radio Show will be making its debut on station 66.62 fm on the air in 2 weeks time at 5:30am on XX,XX, 2017! Be sure to tune in and maybe give us a call while on the air to chat at (666)-xxx-xxxx or send us mail to read on the air at xxxxx PO Box. Can’t wait to be on the air!”. You made posts advertising your debut, and asking your followers about ideas what to name your new radio show, and of course song suggestions. To your surprise your account went viral and got millions of followers in just a few days, your dms and comments filled with suggestions and surprisingly sweet comments with very little backlash. So when you debuted at 5:30am you had thousands of listeners tune in. Just as 5:30am graced hells residents, a sweet piano piece started to echo through the streets of hell. You lowered the volume just slightly hoping it would give just enough ambiance to your broadcast before speaking.
“Good morning residents of hell.” you said cautious of the volume of your voice.
“It is currently 5:30am in Pentagram City and for many it is time to start the day. As some of you may know this is the debut broadcast of That Radio Show!” You said excitedly.
“So please be sure to check out That Radio Show on hellstagram to send in song suggestions. As this is my first day on the air I hope my dear listeners can treat me with some grace” you hummed.
“Well, I’ll let those of you who got woken up by me go back to sleep and those waking up in peace for a bit, here is “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” by The Ink Spots”.
You then muted yourself before fading the piano music and changing it to the song. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held and smiled into your microphone. You spent about two hours introducing the next song in the broadcast order before you got your first call.
“That was “Let’s Do It” by Ella Fitzgerald. Such a sweet song this early in the morning don’t you think? Well-“ you were caught off guard by the phone ringing.
“It seems we have our first caller,” you answered the phone.
“Hello dear you’re on the air!”
“Oh darling!” a southern voice called through the phone.
“Your voice is just velvet to the ears of all of us in Cannibale Town, we are loving you down here darling! Keep up the tunes and let that voice shine.”
“Aw thank you dear,” you cooed into the microphone, “Such high praises on debut day, but nonetheless it is well appreciated.” Listeners could hear the smile in your voice and boy did it pull heart strings.
“Well of course darling, can’t let a beautiful voice go un-complemented, you have a good day now.” The lady said into the phone. “You too, Miss.” You exhaled, chuckling a bit, a smile evident in your tone.
“How sweet that was, ha, well it is currently 8:00am in Pentagram City and the weather is perfect for a morning walk. I hope you can take that opportunity and start your morning off right. This is “Je Te Leaisserai Des Mots” by Patrick Watson, hope you enjoy.” Once you muted yourself you practically squealed in joy with the blatant success of the radio show. Your hellstagram was full of comments praising your voice and pick if songs. The overwhelming support uncommon in hell was shocking and such a surprise, a welcome one though. You got a few more calls throughout the day, only one of them being rude and chastising radio for being an out of date media and flirting with you brazenly on the air.
“Oh that’s no way to speak to a lady, let alone live on air,” you cooed feigning innocence. You sent a devastatingly loud electroshock through the line and your callers line went dead as he fell to the floor.
“Oh dear it seems he hung up,” you chuckled “well- no matter, just remember dear listeners don’t be brazen and you won’t get shocked,” you said with edge in your voice. “Well, this is “Viola Sonata: 1. Largo” composed by Andrei Volkonsky.” You said giving out a light satisfying sigh. As the song closed your voice again rang in the heads of your listeners, “Well doesn’t that piece just tear at your terrible heart strings, such an erre sounding piece. How about something a bit lighter, this is “Bella Belle” by the Electric Swing Circus, hopefully a good dance will shake off any lingering weariness and tension, tune in and dance along, here’s Bella Belle”.
The rest of your day was rather uneventful.
“Well dear listeners, it is 6pm and my time on air is sadly up, don’t worry though. If you stay tuned into this station you’ll still hear music that I lined up to play until I get back tomorrow at 5:30am. Have a lovely evening sinners, I hope you all can tune in tomorrow.” You finally muted yourself for the last time today and leaded back into your chair sighing satisfied. You missed this feeling when you died. Well, no longer would you miss this feeling, you thought as you grab your things and left your office. Just as you locked up the owner of the building spawned behind you.
“SHIT-“ you yelled jumping and dropping your things.
“Such a jumpy thing you are,” the man teased to your annoyance. “You made a rise out of hell today toots, all the old souls have been craving a new voice to cling to after that old shit up and disappeared.” This man was just trying to get a rise out of you at this point but you indulged him, wouldn’t want to get kicked out of your office, he owned the building after all.
“Cut to the chase, what do you want,” you said shortly electricity dripping off your tongue.
“Oh I thought deer were jumpy and scarred things, never thought one would bite back so violently.” He said, voice full of tease and annoyance.
“Unless you are here to tell me about the this “old shit” of a senior I apparently have I would like to leave,” you said pushed through him going down the stair well.
“No need to be a bitch toots,” he called after you. You let it go for now, a little insults in exchange for a bit of information was a fair trade in your opinion.
After fixing yourself a meal you looked up your supposed senior, from what you could tell that “old shit” the building owner was talking about was the Radio Demon. He disappeared this year, a terrifying demon just up and left the public eye. From what you found online he was an overlord and a powerful one at that. He used is radio show is display his power, so this is what you were needed to live up to. Odd.
Chapter two: In the Eyes of the Public
With the radio demon’s disappearance there is less competition, you thought, though that’s a big role to fill for the public. No matter, you thought, you’ll learn to manage, he’ll be back soon… probably….
Everyday your influence on hell’s population grew, listening to your opinions and snide comments, hells older population absolutely fell in love with you. The younger population wasn’t to fond of radio as you were but, to each their own, as long as they keep their complaints between each other and not on your broadcast. As the months past the public grew fonder of you in the radio demons absence, you worry for his return but as months turn into years you worried less and less about him coming after you.
Well into your first year broadcasting you made a slip up that you somehow ended up in your favor.
“Good evening my dear listeners, it is currently 3:30pm in Pentagram City and this lovely winter has graced our dear city and lulled us into a somber mood. I can’t deny that I am not feeling it too so todays music is definitely in the feels today, here is “I’ll Never Smile Again” by Tommy Dorsey” you lowered a dial and muted yourself before sitting back and singing along to the music. Little did you know you turned down the songs volume and muted the piano you had playing in the background, not yourself. So as you listened to the light music and sang along to the sad tune all of hell could hear your voice. Many of your regular listeners simply enjoyed the show while newer listeners decided to record the song and it spread like wildfire, to your embarrassment.
You tried gloss over your mistake however hell seemed to love this little mishap and blew it way out of proportion. Soon enough your dear listeners began calling you “the princess of radio”. As much as you didn’t like the name at first, terrified for when the radio demon came back, it stuck and there was nothing you could do about it.
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~Cooking With Love~
(I do not own the art or character)
Content: Sebek x F!Yuu, other ocs are in this and as well as the other first years.
Tw: Some NSFW mentions, this was meant to be a nice fluff cooking fic but my depraved mind can't stop
word count: 2081
note: This took me FOREVER. I kept stopping and continuing so it might not be the best.
“Oh look, the Culinary Crucible sign ups are out again, maybe I could sign up to be a judge.” The five Ramshackle residents were walking down the halls of NRC, heading off to lunch like usual until Felix pointed out the Culinary Crucible sign ups. “Nya, I nearly died last time from Lilia’s cooking” Grim sat on Yuu’s head, it was his favorite spot since her hair was so fluffy. “How did Silver survive all those years with him? Perhaps it made his stomach stronger, I should test that out later, Mumble Mumble” There Donnie went with his evil scientist thoughts again and pulling out his notebook with info about everyone in the school, honestly how could that boy not be best friends with Rook at this point.
Yuu picked up the small paper that was stapled to the cork board, she noticed two familiar names sketched in pen on the parchment. “Hm looks like Floyd and Sebek would be the ones cooking. You may want to reconsider that thought, Felix.” Yuu couldn’t lie, she was slightly excited to see what Floyd and Sebek could do but also terrified of what the food would turn into. She did know a bit of both of their skill sets too. “That damn Eel? Jeeze I already gotta deal with his ass in the Basketball club! I bet he’d poison the food if he could!” Balik groans at the thought of having to see that wicked eel’s face cook for her. “Oh hush! Hmm, maybe I should sign up to be a judge.” Yuu quickly pushed away her fearful thoughts and signed the paper. “If you get a stomach ache from their food don’t come crying to me, henchmen!”
The thought of Sebek cooking for her was on Yuu’s mind all day. She giggled softly and smiled at the thought which started to freak her friends out a bit. “Yuu has been a little too bubbly than usual.” Epel bit into his BBQ, finally able to enjoy it since Vil or Rook weren’t nearby. “I scanned Yuu earlier and her heart rate seems to be more elevated than normal!” Ortho spoke, not eating since he didn’t need food but he still could eat it in a way since Idia gave him a new update! “I couldn’t smell any potions on her breath or anything so it could be something mental.” Jack was clueless to what could have happened to their sweet friend. “Do you think someone cursed her!? I’ll get revenge for Yuu!” Deuce looked like he was about to punch someone. “Wha- no! Who could possibly want to hurt Yuu? Let’s just ask Yuu what happened when she grabs her food.” Finally Ace was actually using his head to think, which if they weren't worried about Yuu, would have freaked the group out even more. "Alright, I'll calm down." Yuu grabbed her food and made her way to the rest of the first years with the other four behind her. Yuu places her tray down and sits next to Ace. “Hello big sis-” Before poor Ortho could greet Yuu he was interrupted by a very concerned Deuce. “Are you ok!? Did someone curse you?! Did you finally snap!?” Ace face palms. “Real nice on staying calm, Deuce.” Yuu raises her brow in suspicion but keeps her sweet smile. “Oh? What’s this now?” The first year group looks back at each other before Epel speaks up. “We’re just concerned since you’ve been acting a little off today….” The other Ramshackle residents finally joined the first years. “That’s just because she’s excited about being a judge for the upcoming Culinary crucible.” Donnie sits next to Ortho while Balik, Felix, and Grim sit next to or across from Yuu. “Really, you aren't getting it? Here’s another hint, loud knight of Diasomnia.” Small ‘Oooohs’ escape the boys’ lips as Donnie explains the reason behind Yuu's state.
Yuu covers her face in embarrassment. “That’s…not the reason..” Balik stabs her food with her fork repeatedly. “Really? Jeeze I can’t tell which one of you is more dense.” Felix rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I gotta agree with Balik here.” Ortho stands up- well floats off the ground in excitement. “Maybe we could get you two together! Big brother was playing a game with the same premise the other day!”. “I don’t think that would work. The only thing that guy seems to think about is Malleus just like the only thing Grim thinks about is fancy tuna.” Ace snickers as he looks over at Grim devouring a can of tuna in Yuu’s lap. “Nya?! Hey!” Yuu glares at Ace and he stops right away. “That’s a really sweet idea, Ortho, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea right now.” Ortho looks slightly disappointed but nods his head in understatement. “Ok big Sis! I’ll still make a plan though!”
The first years continue to talk but soon lunch comes to an end. “Man, I got P.E next. I better go now so I can get changed.” Felix whines as he grabs his empty tray and leaves. Everyone else starts to get up as well and leave for their classes. Yuu holds Grim in her arms as she walks with Ace, Deuce, and Donnie. “Oooh~ We got Alchemy next” Donnie smirks knowing he’ll get an easy 100%. “Don’t act so smug just because you’ve got slightly better grades than us!” Grim kicks his little feet causing Donnie to laugh his unsettling clown-like laugh. “Slightly? Oh please, you’ve gotten Ds and Cs on every test from Professor Crewel!” Donnie’s smirk grows even bigger as he knows Grim can’t make a well backed up argument. hours pass and classes slowly finish up for the day. “Yawn I really wish P.E didn’t kick my ass.” Felix rubs his sore arms. “Maybe it’s just because you’re weak and have little muscle on your bones.” Felix glares at Balik. “Be quiet, will you! You’re hurting my ears!” Grim interrupts their arguing before it could get any more heated. The two glare at each other before shutting up. “Hey, isn't the Culinary Crucible supposed to start tomorrow?” Donnie quickly changes the subject to make sure Balik and Felix don’t start arguing again. “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s meant to be taking place before lunch, I think.”. Grim pouts. “Why can’t I get free food too! No fair!” Yuu giggles at Grim’s whines. The five reach their dorm and soon settle in for the night awaiting the brand new day full of opportunities to come. A certain half fae walks past the school cork board covered in flyers for clubs and what not, he looks down at the Culinary Crucible sheet. “So she has signed up to be a judge….I’LL DO MORE THAN MY VERY BEST FOR BOTH THE YOUNG MASTER AND YUU!” Sebek hurries his way back to Diasomnia so he can return to his job of guarding Malleus.
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Morning comes without fail, birds chirp on cue as the sun rises with its natural beauty. Sebek was out doing his morning jogs before he had to head off to the Culinary Crucible. Sebek had originally signed up so he could learn to cook for his liege but when he found out Yuu was going to be one of the judges he felt even more determined to master the practice of the culinary arts. ‘I have to be able to cook for my future partner!’ That’s what the little voice in his head kept telling him plus Lilia said a good boyfriend should be able to cook for his partner when they’re sick or tired. Sebek finishes his morning jogs and heads inside of Diasomnia to wash off all the sweat on his body. As the cold water hits his body he thinks about how the Culinary Crucible could possibly go. He did learn a bit from Yuu when all the first years were at Ramshackle for a studie night which somehow turned into a small party. Sebek couldn’t help but blush when he remembered how Yuu’s soft hands guided him on how to cut an onion or when he burnt most of the vegetables Yuu just simple laughed it off with a reassuring smile. “How could a human like that make me feel like this….”. Oh Yuu’s soft hands, he just can’t stop thinking about them. All he wants is to have them trail along his body and wrap around his hard- “I must stop thinking about such things of Yuu! I need to get ready!”
Sebek finishes his shower and gets dressed but not before gelling up his hair like he always does. This man went through almost two jars of gel each week, if Sam didn’t somehow magically have everything in stock Sebek would have been stuck with his natural hair. Sebek quickly checks the time. “On time as always.” And with that Sebek leaves to head off to the Culinary Crucible.
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All of Ramshackle’s (living) residents were sitting in the courtyard talking. It was their free time before lunch so Donnie started making bets “Ok, 10$ says Sebek burns it to ash.” Donnie rolls his eyes at Felix’s bet. “Oh please, he’s not Lilia. Althouuuugh, 5$ says he makes it too dry or too bland to eat.” Yuu couldn’t help but laugh “Wow, you really don’t have faith in him? How about 100$ says Sebek makes something that I’ll enjoy.” Both Felix and Donnie’s eyes widen “Henchman, are you feeling ok!?” Even Grim and Balik looked shocked “Yuu is making bets?!” Balik dropped her cool guy act from pure shock. “We don’t even have that kind of money! Crowley doesn’t pay us shit!” Yuu smirks at Donnie’s comment and shrugs her shoulders. “Well~ I just have a lot of faith in Sebek, I guess. Plus I should probably join in on the fun shouldn’t I?” “I guess you do seem to like him a lot.” Balik plainly states. “Seems?? Those two are head over heels for each other!” Donnie throws his arms up in the air in frustration. “We’ll just have to wait and see who the winner of the bet is.” Yuu smiles knowingly. “Nya, I’m going to buy so much tuna with this bet!” Donnie rolls his eyes at Grim’s gluttonous statement before looking down at his watch “Looks like we only have a few minutes till next period.” Everyone lets out a small groan before saying their goodbyes and parting for their next classes. ==============================================
Yuu sat comfortable in the judge’s chair with Idia to her left and Trey to her right. Sebek set a bowl full of chicken pho before her with shaky hands. He looked so nervous, which seemed so unlike him. Once Idia and Trey also reserved a bowl of the chicken pho Yuu took a small spoon full. She looked up at the nervous half fae man in front of her and put the spoon to her lips…..Woah! The chicken had a melt in your mouth texture and the broth was so flavorful! Yuu’s eyes opened in shock as she let out a small moan from the amazing dish. After the other two finished it was time for the results. Yuu was so proud of Sebek, he obviously worked super hard on the dish. Yuu happily held up the sign that had the number ten written on it. “Amazing~! I loved it!”. Trey held up a ten sign as well while Idia held up a nine sign. A big grin spread across Sebek’s face as he saw the high ranking signs, he quickly bowed. “Thank you!” ================================================
“WHAT!?” Like they planned this Felix, Balik, Donnie, and Grim all yelled in unison. “But how!?” Donnie was still in disbelief, how did Sebek do such a good job!? “My tuuuuuuuna!” Grim whined as his dreams of buying tuna with the bet money went down the drain. “Oh hush, I’ll buy you some tuna.” Grim’s ears pop up at the mention of Yuu buying him tuna. “I guess you get the money then.” Felix lets out a sigh before handing Yuu the money. “Thank you! Now remember next time not to test my intuition~” Yuu chuckled to herself. “Yeah, yeah, whatever and maybe next time we can get to taste this ‘amazing food’.” Balik still doubted Sebek of all people could cook such a good meal. “Yeah maybe…..” Yuu remembered the creamy, rich broth and melt in your mouth chicken, maybe she would have to cook for Sebek some time? Maybe a cooking date? Who knows, there’s so much time in life when you cook with love~!
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You have made it! Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it, it took me VERY long to make this. Mental health didn't help much lol. Make sure to get plenty of rest and to drink water dear reader!
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Intro + Masterlist 📖🌱✒️
take two on my big intro post
Introduction
Hello! I'm sugarphoenix (you can call me sugar or phoenix) and I'm a writer and aspiring author from the US. Here's the basic rundown:
19 years old
she/her pronouns
aside from writing, I am an aspiring UX/UI designer. I hope to one day be a pioneer in the industry.
feel free to tag me in anything! I enjoy being tagged in tag games, even if I might not have the time to get around to all of them.
Genres I often write in:
fantasy/romantasy
animal elements i.e. at least one character is an animal shifter/has animalistic traits/characters are compared to animals metaphorically
finding oneself in the mess
dark fantasy/ethereal vibes
You can also find me on ao3 with the same name + here's my kofi if you ever want to tip me <3 taglist: @ashirisu
Current WIP(s)
The Blood That Bonds Us: A fantasy novel that can be succinctly summed up as Rapunzel with Red Riding Hood elements; where Rapunzel is also the Wolf, and the Prince is also Red Riding Hood.
Summary:
There is a prophecy in the kingdom of Venatoria that a Black Wolf will rise from the forest and bring destruction and a new reign to the kingdom. Because of this, generations of royals have hunted down and killed most of the Wolves that reside in the surrounding forest.
Prince Rhydian's father was no different, and he died in a hunt when Rhydian was only a child. But now Rhydian is no longer a child, and he's old enough to prove his worthiness to the crown and possibly take the kingdom back from the greedy crown regent, Alaric. Alaric, however, sets a heavy task for the prince: he must go and rescue a maiden that has been locked in a tower by a witch near a neighboring village. Many young men have tried and failed to rescue her, and the witch is ruthless. But Rhydian will do anything if it means he can reclaim his father's crown and throne.
Daciana has spent all her life in a tall tower. She is protected and held captive by the witch Dame Gothel, who found her in the forest and recognized her for what she is: the Black Wolf. Dame Gothel doesn't hold back on telling her this, and Daciana knows of her fate. She is a monster, a bringer of destruction, and one of the most hated enemies of Venatoria, who are blissfully unaware of her existence. Daciana doesn't feel like a monster, and perhaps life outside the tower isn't that bad, despite what she's been told. But although Dame Gothel has done all she can to keep Daciana within the tower, it's often ill-advised to try and fight destiny. And it will only be so long before the beast is freed from her prison.
CHARACTER TAGS: #♚ . rhydian / #✧ . daciana / #◦ . vincent
This is my main WIP, and the one I'm working the most on.
POSTED WRITING
Blood That Bonds Us Snippets -- screenshots taken directly from my scrivener that give you a little peek into the first draft
Chapter 1 snippet -- snippet of chapter 1 of the first draft
rhydian. -- short character exploration for Rhydian
mourning your captor, your only mother -- short snippet of Daciana's POV (spoilers)
Fanfictions
As of 6/22/2024, any further fanfiction will be posted on my fanfiction blog @sugarphoenixlovesfanfic !!
Fandoms that I'm in:
Honkai Star Rail
Wuthering Waves
My Hero Academia
Deponia
Honkai Star Rail Fics
the new barista -- a super short drabble about a college au in which Dan Heng is the cute barista at your college's cafe.
Death of a Cowboy -- in which I rewrite and expand upon Boothill's past.
𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔 -- Boothill overheats in your getaway vehicle.
cowboy, you have a hard time wrapping things up neatly. ✦ -- Boothill is loud and messy but he grows on you. One day he does something unexpected.
I think I'll take my noodles spicy -- You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy.
My Hero Academia Fics
unfinished hawks x oc fanfic (ao3 link)
"there's this thing I want to say to you" -- short fluffy drabble about Hawks confessing his love to unnamed fem character
Deponia Fics
maudlin -- a short fluffy fic that expands a scene in Deponia Doomsday (spoilers)
All fanfiction can be found under the tag #✤.fanfics .
Short Stories / Miscellaneous
All my writing can be found under the tag #✎ . writings
drabbles in red
complete short stories in pink
Masterlist:
she was a monster (monster) -- short drabble that uses experimental writing
Flash Fiction Friday Prompt "On The Edge" -- short drabble that follows the prompt. it may or may not be somewhat connected to "she was a monster (monster)."
I wrote that one tumblr post -- i wrote a couple of one shots of that one tumblr post with a crow and a cat being familiars and trying to find their witches.
dagger queen -- exercise where I write a drabble using two prompts. dark fantasy/romantasy vibes.
un-satyr -- COMPLETE short story about a satyr who is different from the rest.
vampire x poisoned werewolf -- COMPLETE (?) short story about a vampire and a werewolf putting aside their differences (and perhaps getting a bit too close) in order to save one of them.
cherry red -- flash fiction about a girl and what she leaves behind.
my roommate is a vampire -- currently unfinished short story about a college roommate who is, well, a vampire.
dividers by cafekitsune!
#writeblr#writing#writing community#writing intro#writer intro#writers on tumblr#fantasy writer#aspiring writer#creative writing#novel writing#writerscommunity#introduction#intro post#pinned intro
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Hello!! I'd love to see Madara with a single mama. Baby could be hers and the dad died or poofed, or could be her friends passed and in their will they requested her to care for the baby. With Madaras temperament I think a little girl would be so perfect! She'd put flowers in his hair or share her bows and no one dares say A THING about it. Please and thank you!!
As soon as I received this request, I had to write it, because I love Madara's tender side (and having a break from nsfw things is also nice)!🤗💕
This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it!
(Y/N) finally realized the depth of her problems when she held her baby in her arms, the physical proof that things were not going to be easy at all. Of course, she adored her little girl, and after giving birth alone and unaided, without any support, she knew it would be the two of them against the world.
One night of passion and need turned into a lifelong contract with the one she now carries in her arms, and nine months of pregnancy were far from easy. (Y/N) only wanted to feel alive, experience some sort of sensation, and she made the mistake of getting involved with a man who was only interested in the bounty between her legs.
With no clan, no family, and no friends, she went through gestation on her own, until the physical changes in her body would no longer allow her to work. She couldn’t do anything to earn a living, resorting to begging for charity among the wealthy as her only source of income.
Childbirth was devastating and traumatic, full of uncertainty and terror. The pain was overriding, and (Y/N) had to sneak into an abandoned barn in order to give birth indoors. She didn't know if she or the baby would survive, pushing and struggling alone to finally meet the only bit of happiness in her life. After hours of suffering, hearing her daughter's cry gave her back her willpower, and she forgot all her negative thoughts.
It would be difficult, but the two of them would make it together.
(Y/N) found a new motivation in her little ray of sunshine, and fortunately, people were kinder when donating money because of the baby in her arms. For years, she managed to get by, doing her best to find shelter and food.
When her child was five years old, (Y/N) knew things had to change. Her daughter could not grow up on the streets, exposed to any person or factor that would harm her, and the woman became determined to find a permanent destination for them both.
She asked anyone who might be willing to talk to her about possible inexpensive and friendly places to go, and got information about a particular territory. The journey would be long and laborious, a month of walking at least, but as the person who gave her the information related, "Senjus are the most compassionate and empathetic clan in the whole world, if anyone will help you, it will be them."
Ignorant of the war and all the chaos surrounding that particular family, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to find them, praying the legends about the mighty Hashirama were true.
The first weeks passed without any problem, fifteen days of movement where she met people kind enough to give them both a hot meal and a place to spend a few nights. Her little girl resisted the adversities alongside her like a warrior and never stopped smiling. Her attitude helped (Y/N) stay afloat, fighting against life to reach their destination.
The last two weeks of the trip got chaotic, with hints of war along every road they traveled. Near Senju territory, all the houses seemed to be abandoned, and the territory completely destroyed. Trees had been reduced to ashes, residences collapsed, the skies were gray and filled with smoke.
It was a battlefield, and she walked into it without any qualms.
A feeling told her something was wrong, and her daughter refused to walk in those surroundings, demanding to be carried in her arms out of fear. After a few kilometers of walking, she realized she would find no shelter or help there, and decided to retrace her steps.
They would find a more promising route.
A strange sound sings on the horizon, and (Y/N) can see how the heavens turn red. Clouds seem to bleed, as hurricane-force winds wake up unprecedentedly from the ground. The panorama becomes apocalyptic, triggering panic and terror in the two of them. She hugs her little girl and crouches to the ground, trying to hide her face from such brutal and sudden weather.
Two groups of five people each approach from opposite sides, as if they are about to confront each other. A few meters away from her, they run at impossible speeds, and the attack swiftly begins. Fire and water fly everywhere, screams, and metal on metal.
Smoke and debris fly through the sky, landing near where (Y/N) is reduced. She knows they must flee, and her little girl's cries indicate urgency. She has to get them to safety right now, or something terrible could happen.
Quickly scanning her surroundings, she finds no place to hide, the ground crumbling to dust and ruins. Far from any structure that could shelter them and make them go unnoticed, (Y/N) squeezes her daughter tightly, and hopes those men are too intent on their battle to notice them.
She decides to run in the opposite direction of the battle, standing again on shaky legs and holding back tears. There is so much dust in the air it is impossible to see, and she keeps her child's face hidden in her chest for protection. Holding the infant with one arm, she covers her eyes with the other in an attempt to move forward.
While taking her first unsteady steps, there is an embracing heat coming towards them, feeling almost as if about to be burned alive. Everything happens so fast there is no time to react, instinctively acting. Her first impulse is to scream, clutching her little girl tightly and hoping to shield her from whatever might be happening.
An incredible explosion hits just a few meters from where she is standing, and the shockwave sends them both flying backward. In the air, (Y/N) continues to hold her daughter, an inexplicable force helping to keep her close to her. She has a few seconds to calculate how to position her body and be the one to hit the ground, but it never happens.
Before she can slam into anything, two large hands grab her under her legs and shoulder blades, holding them both and pulling them away from the floor. The event is sudden (Y/N) cannot comprehend what is happening, only seeing the face of a man both handsome and terrifying holding them in his arms, preventing them from falling to the ground.
(Y/N) feels the cold armor the man wears against her body, rising and falling with his agitated breathing. Long, frizzy black hair hides half of his face, and upon making eye contact, she is met with an unnaturally red eye.
At that moment, she falls prey to an overwhelming drowsiness, and can only think of her daughter as she falls asleep against her will.
......
"That was close, you know..." A male voice booms against her ears, as (Y/N) tries to gain order and command of her body. All her muscles feel exhausted as if she has gone days without moving. She struggles to open her eyes, but when she does, she finds a cozy room, lit only by candles.
A window indicates it is nighttime, and the mattress under her body feels comfortable and warm. Examining her surroundings, the woman notices she is lying on a large bed, and wearing clothes that are not hers.
"My daughter..." she whispers feebly, trying to sit up and get out of her comfortable rest. "Don't worry, she's fine. Last time I went to see her, Izuna was with her buying candy."
(Y/N) focuses her eyes on that disembodied voice, and is met with a heavenly image. A handsome man with prominent shoulders is sitting against the sliding door of the room, looking out into the starry night and admiring the view. He wears a yukata similar to the one she wears, but much bigger. Long black hair rains down his back, framing his defined jawline.
She might have blushed if finding her girl wasn't a priority, and the stranger seems aware of her urgency. "Izuna!" he shouts into the darkness of the night, and another man extremely similar to him immediately appears. In his arms, he carries the sleeping child, who embraces a bouquet of flowers and a small bag of candy.
"Ah... so she finally woke up. Does this mean our fun evenings are over?" the boy presumably named Izuna asks the sleeping toddler tenderly, as if she would answer. He gives the girl to the mysterious man, and carries her to (Y/N).
Hugging her daughter for the first time in what felt like years, she can't help the tears, kissing her head and remembering those events which brought them here. They both could have died in the middle of that battlefield, but life decided to give them more time.
Well, maybe not life, but that man.
"My name is Madara, and this is my younger brother Izuna... If I hadn't been there to deflect his attack, both of you would be charred right now." The younger man scratches the back of his neck guiltily, and sharing a glance with his older brother, leaves the room, disappearing back into the night.
"Of course, it was not purposeful... the colors you were wearing were easy to mistake for those of the enemy. My apology on behalf of us both." Madara analyses her from his position, arms crossed over his chest and a comprehending look. (Y/N) carefully deposits the small child on the bed, and cuddles her between covers for a peaceful sleep. She tries to get up, but her legs quickly give way under her, too weak to support her weight.
Before hitting the ground, Madara holds her, keeping her against his chest. He carries the woman to where he sat a few seconds ago, and takes a spot next to her. The night is beautiful, and a warm breeze is blowing in the garden, signaling wonderful weather. "Would you mind telling me your name?"
"(Y/N) ... I am (Y/N)." The place is exquisite, and the beautiful room she woke up in is nothing compared to her current view. All the clan's territory can be seen from her position, a million houses lit by fire.
"How long was I asleep...?"(Y/N) asks uncertainly. "About a week. We had to resort to the family healers for keeping you healthy. According to their professional prognosis, I was a bit aggressive with the Genjutsu I used on you."
"Gen...justu?" trying to understand the words and the situation, (Y/N) asks almost to herself, "I confirm you are not familiar with warfare in this territory...I assume you must have traveled from afar. What brought you here?"
"The legend about a wonderful clan and the promise of a good life..." There are tears in her eyes still, mentally going over all the troubles and the terrible experiences lived.
"Hm... that must be regarding Hashirama... Well, (Y/N), we may not be the Senjus, but life here is delightful and comfortable. You are invited to stay as long as you wish... Personally, I recommend not leaving anytime soon, Izuna is too fond of that child to allow it."
Madara stands and smiles at her, before disappearing into the darkness of the night like his younger brother.
........
It's been months since their accidental arrival at the Uchiha compound, but as Madara commented on their first night, life here is nice and beautiful.
(Y/N) found a stable place to live, friends to share with, and a promising future for her little girl. The child begged her mother to allow Izuna to train her, and she started developing in the ninja arts.
She learned a lot about the clan and the family, about their standards and ways of living. Madara did not disclose being the leader of it until a few weeks after she awoke, trying to help her adapt as best as possible and not intimidate her with his position. She understood the importance of the Uchiha family and the power Madara carries within, profoundly respecting him.
The two became extremely close, almost to an intimate point.
The Uchiha adores her little girl, and (Y/N) admits embracing him as a father figure every time she witnesses how the young child fills his hair with flowers or paints his lips bright red. Who would have thought one of the strongest men in the world could have such a soft and tender side for them both?
Seeing the leader of the family stroll around the compound decorated by her daughter was definitely a wonderful scene, especially as no one dared to comment on it, except Izuna. His younger brother was dedicated to teasing him from the first time it happened, until he fell victim to those little hands himself, and had to walk around full of flowers and paint in front of everyone.
Madara was right... they might not be the Senjus, but they were even better.
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Miguel O’hara
Summary: Miguel needs a new recruit, but this girl doesn’t want to fight. Bonds are formed inside close quarters. Feelings are shared. And battles are fought, but they make it through together.
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2 months. That’s how long it had been since your uncle died. Not one tear had you shed though since the day you watched it happen.
No one informed you that being the friendly neighborhood spider women wasn’t always so friendly.
No one told you bigger, badder, stronger villains would come.
No one informed you that that you would have to hold him in your arms as his eyes closed, not giving you enough time to reveal yourself.
No one told you that it was ok to cry sometimes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boxed mac and cheese was the perfect comfort food. Whenever you had the urge to cry it was perfect for making them go away.
You sat down at your table ready to re watch Gilmore Girls for the millionth time.
“what the hell?” you muttered as a seemingly black portal opened in your living room. Immediately you jumped up ready to attack.
“hello” a smooth voice said. You looked to see a tall very handsome very built man in a-spider suit?
“What the flip?!? Who are you and i’d be quick with your answer if i was you.” you said. He smirked at you. It looked as though he wanted to laugh.
“I’m Miguel O’hara. Nice to meet you.” he said reaching a hand out. You slightly shook it with you fingertips before immediately retracting.
“why did you just slice into my living room.?” you questioned.
“That would be a long discussion here on your earth. why don’t you just follow me and i’ll explain at home.” he asked. You burst out laughing at that. You took a seat again munching on your mac and cheese.
“yeah your funny if you think i’m following you. If you insist on telling me then take a seat, maybe even grab a bowl of mac and cheese and you can explain.” you ordered.
Miguel wasn’t one to be ordered around but reluctantly this one time he decided to let it slide. He grabbed a bowl filling with mac and cheese and sat down.
You nodded in his direction impatiently. “I’m from Earth-2099. There multiple earths and universes that is fellow spider men and women reside in. We all go through cannon events which is events that happen to e all the spiders. For you it was your uncle dying.” you grimaced at that before nodding at him to continue.
“We have a spider HQ where we stop anomaly’s. Those are villains that escape there universe and attack another. After fellow spiders go through there cannon events I recruit them. Which is why i’m here.” he finished explaining.
You stared at him dumbfounded. “So your telling me that there is a spider HQ where all these supposed different dimension spider people reside to fight villians that somehow escaped there own dimension?” you asked. He nodded confirming your thoughts.
“I mean you did just slice through my living room so it sounds believable.” you said.
“Ok good so you’ll come?” he questioned.
“yeah sure I mean-” you were cut off as he grabbed your forearm pushing you towards a portal or whatever. “Hey no my mac and cheese!” you protested.
“shut up.” Miguel said tugging you.
“Do you have claws?” you questioned before he pushed you in.
“You know it quite rude to push someone into a dimension they’ve never been to.” you scolded as miguel stepped out.
“jesus this was a bad idea.” he muttered. His pace quickened as he walked down the hall.
“woah there migster let’s slow it down.” you said out of breath. He stopped abruptly making you knock into his back. It was very muclely.
“What did you just call me?” he asked annoyed turning towards you. You guys were mere inches apart.
“Migster. But if you don’t like that i could call you Miggy, or Mig for short.” you answered.
He rolled his eyes before turning around. “go to the lunch room and make friends.” he ordered as you guys walked past it.
“Uh sorry bud but that’s gonna be a hard no. There were at least 200 spiders in there.” you said walking past the room speeding up to Miguel’s side.
“god help me.” he muttered before opening a large door and heading in. You followed him all the way up to what seemed to be a platform.
“what are you doing.” he asked.
“Following you obviously. Your the only friend I have here.” He scoffed at that before turning to his computers.
“Your not gonna make me fight these guys right? I mean it’s not that i can’t but- you know i’m pretty good with computers. Or i could be your assistant.” you said.
It’s as if he could sense your anxiety at the thought of fighting again. He slowly took the information in debating the options.
“I guess you could be my assistant. I am in need of one.” he answered. You grinned at that.
For some odd reason Miguel just couldn’t say no. Although you guys had just met he could sense your discomfort and anxiety.
“Oh yes! Thank you. Thank you! First order of buisness, you desk needs some color.” you said skipping off the platform.
“What no it doesn’t! Y/n come back here.” he yelled as you walked off.
“Don’t worry Miggy im coming back, just gotta get some colored origami paper.”
By the end of the day Miguel’s desk was covered in little origami creations. Now of course Miguel wouldn’t never admit that he did some what like the little creatures. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I met some of the other spiders.” you said as Miguel worked. Although it was lunch time he always worked through it normally only taking few bites.
This had become a normal thing. You would sit in the chair next to him just talking. You were not a talkative person but for some reason Miguel made you want to talk. It helped you forget.
“Hobie was cool. I also met Gwen and Miles and they were fine. But don’t worry i’ll still eat lunch in here.” you finished.
“oh thank god” he said sarcastically. Peering at his food you wanted a bite.
“Hey Mig i was wondering if maybeee i could have a bite of your empanadas?” you asked. You watched as peered at you.
Slowly his slid over his container of food. Taking a bite you moaned. “Oh. My. God. These are amazing. Where did you buy these?” you asked.
“I uh made them.” he said cheeks flushed. You, of course, immediately noticed.
“Awww i made you blush miggy.” you said pinching his cheek.
“shut up and eat the damn food.” he said swatting your hand away. A smile almost peeked out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You barged into Miguel’s office excited. “Ok so in honor of our 2 month anniversary of me being your assistant i decided to make a special cake.” you yelled up to him. He has et to turn around.
“I decorated with spiders and our names.” you said walking up the platform. His shoulders were tense as you got closer.
“Migster you okay?” he still didn’t turn around. “Miguel look at me please.” you whispered softly.
At the use of his name Miguel turned around. His eyes were red and as you lowered your gaze you noticed his tear streaked face.
You grabbed his hands having him stand up. You slowly maneuvered them to around your waist while you had him lower his head. You wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a light squeeze.
You felt tears go in your shirt. You whispered anything you could to get his mind off of whatever it was.
You let go of him pulling a chair out for you to sit. “Talk to me miggy.” you pleaded.
He sighed. It’s time like these he wished he could say no to you. “I fucked up my earth. I had a daughter and i fucked it up and now she’s not here. Today is that anniversary.” he whispered.
You nodded at him. “The best thing to get your mind of stuff is good food. And luckily your best friends with a master baker.” you said smiling at him. You grabbed the 2 forks handing 1 to him.
Both of you dug into the cake not saying a word.
“I have really bad anxiety. I know you know that already but i think you believe it’s because of my uncle.” you said breaking the silence. He slowly nodded.
“I wasn’t made to be the friendly neighborhood spider women. Everyone has so much fun with it and all i can think about is how if this web breaks i’m dead. Or if i get caught by the police they’ll shoot me on the spot.” you continued, “I’m not scared of what happened to my uncle, i’m scared of being spider women. and it’s not the nervous scared it’s the “i’m going to have a panic attack any second scared.”’ you finished tearing up.
“You didn’t have to share that.” Miguel said. He reached over wrapping his pinky around yours.
“I know but sometimes it’s ok to be vulnerable.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “fuckkk” you said under your breath. “Miguel this anomaly is bad.” He swung down to you as you gave him a debrief.
“Call an emergency meeting here.” You gave him a salute before calling it. Quickly spiders entered the room.
You stood next to Miguel as he repeated what you told him. “I’ll need Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Peter.B. The rest of you if your names called by Y/n you will have a special assignment.” he ordered.
Looking at you he waited. You put your pinky out waiting for him to grasp it with his. “I’ll be fine.” he whispered.
“you’ll be fine.” you whispered back. He unhooked your pinkies making his way towards his group. You got started on giving out assignments.
You found random things to do in his office while waiting. You made more origami for him. You even made him a jar of those stars each with a cute saying.
You waited and waited and waited. All the waiting made you think. Why we’re you so worried about him? Did you like him?
Youw re pretty sure you both knew the answer to that question. During your 2nd origami frog you got a message from Hobie. He told you to head down the the medical room.
Rushing down there you were met with an empty room besides the nurse and doctors. Confused you waited before you saw it. A portal opened showing a stumbling half awake miguel leaning into Hobie.
“Miguel!” you said. Rushing towards him you stopped mid way. His face was heavily bruised. There was a deep cut down his chest where his suit was clawed off. Cuts scattered his body.
“Get the hell off me!” miguel yelled as a nurse tried to touch him. “no i only want Y/n. Where even is she. I bet shes in my office sitting all pretty as usual.” miguel said.
“muggy are you alright. Can i help you?” you asked. His eyes seemed to brighten a little as he saw your face.
“yes please amor.” he whispered. You have Hobie a look as he set Miguel down. Hobie made drying leave the room as you began.
“Miguel you said you would be fine.” you said eyes teary.
“oh cariño don’t cry please.” he said widening his arms. You fell into him tears spilling.
“I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt Miguel.” you cried into him. He missed the top of your head rubbing your back gently.
Tilting your chin he stared for awhile. He debated back and forth staring at your yes then lips. “fuck it.” he whispered before encasing your lips with his.
A small sound of surprise left your lips but was covered by his. Pulling back he stared at your now swollen lips.
“I always come to back to my girl, entendido?” he asked. You nodded you head at him before pulling him into another kiss.
Pulling away flustered you said, “it’s time to get you fixed up Miggy.”
He smiled at the nickname. A full toothy grin. ———————————————————————
Authors Note
This was such a fun cute imagine to write. I jotted this idea down a couple days ago and finally got to it. Requests are open❤️
sincerely,
macsmoods🌊🫧
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