#humans baffle fae

[mamayan]

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This turned into a full fic :3 ~★ In honor of some monster fucking!

Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling

tw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Non-Human Morality • Kidnapping • afab Reader • Dubcon • Oral (F) • Grooming (reader is of consenting adult age) • Forced Mating • Imprisonment • Violence (not toward reader) • Implied Murder • Rough Sex • Praise • Overstimulation • Dumbification • Belly Bulge • Size Kink

Part Two: Here

“…hic…sniff…”

Dark eyes glanced into the cool night, curious as to what creature was disturbing his evening.

“…hic…” it came again, much to his chagrin.

The still lake reflected the full moon like a mirror. To his left, not too far off, he honed in on the disturber. Something small and curled up. Shaking. The oddity enough to catch his full attention as he stood silently. The night his home and prison as he swiftly left in a puff of smoke over to the location of his intruder.

You.

His first instinct to end your miserable life, a human somehow entering his domain and crossing his barriers, but upon a closer look… he realized you were of his own kind.

A changeling at that. An abandoned fae left to die in the hands of mortals. Few if any live to maturity like this, but your short human stature led him to believe your growth was surely stunted due to neglect. Young fae needed abundant love and care in their infancy, the first 100 years of life incredibly crucial for their development. Least they end up like him and his kingdom. You were even younger than full maturity, though your physical body had completed it’s growth, your magic was weak and juvenile.

You were making odd noises which drew his curiosity, moving closer to your form, face buried in your lap as you hunched over your drawn up legs. Your feet were bare as the edges of the water lapped at them. Clothing sparse and tattered, rags unfit for even a human, let alone a Fae nearing maturity.

“Noisy little thing,” he hums aloud, startling you as you jolt and nearly throw yourself into the water. Your neck snaps up, pretty face swollen and blotchy from tears looking up and up until you saw a creature looming over you.

Your scream is cut off by a clawed dark hand, slapping over your mouth and muffling the cry as you try to jerk away in fear and panic. He watches in mild amusement, snickering as you realize your struggle is futile and efforts dying down. “Scream if you like, but none other than I will hear it out here.” He assures ominously, thin onyx colored lips pulling back to bare his razor sharp canines and pearly teeth at you. His grin savage and delighted in your terror.

He watches curiously as your wide doe eyes well up with tears, the crystalline droplets spilling up and over your cheeks, soft lips quivering beneath his palm. You reminded him of an animal imploring their predator for mercy by revealing their underbelly. There was a word for it…

Cute. His mind conjured at last. He found you cute, a changeling bold enough to intrude into the kingdom of the corrupted. You hadn’t even dropped the mirage covering you, old magic from your biological family still covering your natural appearance to mimic the human you parasitized off the life of.

“Why do you cry little one?” He asks softly, attempting not to terrify you further and avoid his questions.

You hesitate, but his molten gold eyes seem to melt through your defenses despite his dangerous and beautiful appearance. “I’m wrong,” you sniffle, grateful when he removes his enormous hand off your face, the sharp claws tipped in gold frightening against your soft breakable skin. “All wrong… and I don’t know what to do.” You curl back up around yourself, as if he too will cast judgement upon you.

He awkwardly mimics your stance, curiosity blazing as watches you in fascination. You find the way his monstrously large form contorts to sit like you somewhat baffling and amusing, less frightened now that he doesn’t seem to wish you harm.

“How are you wrong then?” He pries further, cupping his defined jaw and leaning into his hand as he observes.

“I’m not…I’m not human—I’m a—a—,” you stumble, unsure if this night is even real anymore. The shock so great you’re still trying to cope.

“A faery?” He supplies, amused by the way you gesture with your hands, expression so open and easy to read. “A changeling raised amongst humans to feed off their happiness?” His deep voice purrs it happily, as if he’s glad for it.

He is. His hatred of humans not something he feels the need to hide.

You appear devastated though, “I didn’t mean to—I don’t want to hurt or make anyone unhappy.” You mumble miserably, tugging at your hair and skin, as if that will dispel the magic which hides your true appearance.

“That’s just how our kind is, we need that happiness to grow properly.” He rubbles, eyeing your shocked expression. “We also happen to be fickle creatures ironically, and if a newborn is thought to need too much care, it is pawned off on humans who have more patience.” He clarifies, smiling as you seem to take him in with new eyes.

“You— are you a faery too? You just seem…” he chuckles as you awkwardly trail off.

“Evil? Centuries ago humans once called me the devil,” he laughs, his dark hair falling into his face like a waterfall as he shakes the loose fluffy curls, his pointed horns jutting from the top of his forehead jet black and smooth like ivory. He was too beautiful to call a devil, though you supposed it could be because of that which he was deemed so. His every feature seeming to catch your gaze with it’s beauty.

“I was going to say different…” you trail off shyly. “You don’t seem evil to me at least.”

He pauses, taking you in again as you regard him with those harmless eyes still wet with drying tears. It’d been centuries too since he’d left his kingdom, the entrance to the veil this lake he occasionally comes up to lounge by. He hasn’t seen a human since then, let alone a changeling or uncorrupted little faery like you.

He likes those pretty tears. He finds it annoying you shed them for humans you should guiltlessly take from.

His smile widens, eyes glittering mischievously and nearly glowing as he leans closer. The smell of sugar and cinnamon wafting off of him as you breathe in, nearly gasping as your mouth waters.

“How’s this little one? I’ll teach you how to be a faery, to show you there is nothing wrong with you.”

His eyes, where they should be white are entirely inky black, golden irises with reddened pupils framed by dark thick lashes, looked sincerely upon you.

He seemed genuine and kind despite his towering humanoid figure which looked to be capable of killing you easily.

It warmed you though, the thought of wanting to belong strong as you nod with a smile.

“I’d be eternally grateful.” You nod.

Sealing your fate.

“Tell me your name.” He asks sweetly, because despite his menacing size and sharp teeth and nails, your new friend was nothing but kind and gentle with you.

“Y/N” you reply easily, letting him playfully ruffle your hair as he picks out the leaves which got tangled in your locks from your travels here.

When he repeats it though, wonderful shivers shoot down your spine. He smiles, cooing at you like one might a baby as a he teases, “Such a cute name for a cute faery.”

You weakly protest, but fall into easy laughter as he swiftly changes the subject.

He was discussing proper fae etiquette. The basics, to not say please or thank you or I’m sorry. They all meant you expected more from the other or wouldn’t reciprocate, and that was just bad manners.

His soft hands, which could easily cover your entire face, were settled on your upper arms, having sat you in the grass against his chest.

He liked holding you close. Your little figure so soft, and from the dark circles beneath your human appearance, he assumed the neglect from the humans you resided amongst was growing worse. It was bad for your development.

“You should come live out here, they are vile creatures you know.” He comments every time you visit, though he never forces you to stay with him.

“It’s because I make them unhappy…” you explain sheepishly.

He shakes his head, thick brow arching as he rolls his eyes. “You are nearly completely mature now, you suck no happiness from your surroundings anymore silly girl.” Your confusion was palpable as he sighs and further explains, enjoying the squish of your tender flesh as he lightly squeezes you.

“While it is true fae infants are quite the hassle to raise, it isn’t as tortuous as humans make it out to be. In fact, most fae will take their child back if not treated well by their human surrogates.”

You hum, relaxing back against his warm chest and breathing in his sugary scent.

“So why wasn’t I—,” you stop short, brows furrowed but no longer speaking.

He doesn’t pry further, leaning his chin atop your head as he looks out at the lake.

“You won’t tell me?” You push, annoyed how he dances around your question endlessly. Your companion close enough that you feel insulted he won’t reveal it.

“My name is not to be uttered aloud, least calamity befall this land~” he’s teasing, you know he is, but still he refuses to divulge his name. “I gave you mine,” you argue again, huffing as he chuckles and lightly shoves you to your back on the grass, leaning over you and caging you in beneath him.

The moon is bright like the first time you’d met, illuminating his other worldly beauty.

“If you wish to call me something, call me Master,” he laughs, his sharp teeth no longer scaring you, but making your thighs squeeze together whenever he flashes them. He acts nothing like an immortal being, too immature and jovial to resemble someone having lived for thousands of years.

“So why do you get my name, but I don’t get yours?” You question in annoyance, avoiding his kiss to your cheek by jerking your face away. He huffs, sharp gaze daring you to dodge again.

You do. Earning yourself a warning nip to your collarbone as you yelp.

“Mean!” You cry, pushing at his chest as he snickers.

“Yes little flower, I am very, very, mean.” He rumbles, chest literally vibrating much like a cat does to purr.

“You give me weird nicknames…” you mutter, giving up as he licks your cheek. You don’t fight it, even as it feels foreign to you, trying to accept this side of your culture.

He licks your neck, lavishing the point where your pulse races with wet kisses and you tremble and struggle to act unaffected beneath him.

His smile is dangerous outside your view.

“Star!” You giggle, his rumble of irritation not the least intimidating to you as you roll away.

“That is an awful nickname.” He hisses, face twisted in disgust as you throw out the most horrendous names you could conjure in your pretty head at him.

“Lumi!” He growls.

“Then… Kitty?” He nearly bites you, careful not to play too roughly as he lightly tackles you down.

“If I give you a nickname, will you cease your little game?” He feels his anger fade as he wraps his arms around your smaller figure, easily pulling you into his lap. You don’t even flinch, too engrossed in your amusement to care where he handles you. You nod happily, your wish finally being fulfilled.

“Very well you stubborn creature,” he chides, “In addition to Master, you may also call me King.”

You frown. Clearly displeased by the lack of intimacy in the name. He laughs, amused by your obvious dislike. He kisses your puffed cheeks, over your pouty lips, and down to your vulnerable neck. Snickering as he goes, adoring how you so easily become pliant for him.

“I am teasing pretty flower, there was a time long ago I was called Ava, will you settle now?” He asks, voice husky as he sucks a mark into your skin, your little whine flaring his desires.

A strong urge to press you down and mate you nearly overpowers his control, but he merely holds you close and breathes your floral scent in to calm himself.

“I still prefer Kitty…” His eye twitches.

“Ava… this feels weird…” he pauses, looking down at your small form still cloaked like a human. Weak beneath him, partially nude as your skirt is pulled up to your soft belly. Your thighs are spread and shaking, his lips sucking another mark onto the thin skin of your inner thigh while you writhe.

He had your wet dripping slit open to the night air and his lustful gaze, begging for his tongue to taste.

“You don’t want to please me?” He asks, purring as you pout but deny. You were such a good little girl for him after all, so eager to learn and soak up his attention.

He resumes, licking down your thigh until his face rested above the warm mound you so sweetly offered him.

“You’re being so good for me petal, can you keep your legs open or should I help you?” He doesn’t need to look up to know you’re shaking in arousal and embarrassment. He can feel the tremors through the air as you struggle to keep your thighs spread as he asked.

“I-I need help…” you admit, feeling terribly hot as he keeps licking you, except where you seem to ache for him to lick.

He easily shifts forward, arms wrapping around you and letting your legs rest over his shoulders as he finally lets his tongue slip out to taste you.

You glance down, choking at the sight and feeling as he lets his entire tongue come out, the appendage inhumanly long and colored purple. It feels strange, the wet slimy feeling of his tongue slithering through your folds, but when he nudges the tiny nub hidden above your slit, you moan.

It sends jolts of electricity through you, hips canting up so he can to lick there again, earning you a hearty chuckle as he obliges. Licking and even curling his tongue around it, riling you up as your tiny hole leaks arousal and drips down your ass to the earth below.

“You’re making a mess petal, do you feel good? Should I stick my tongue inside you this time?” You moan, feeling the muscle prod at your unused vaginal entrance, too hazy to bother responding. He doesn’t wait for your answer, letting the thin tip of his tongue lap and taste your heady desire before poking and wiggling inside you.

It has your legs shooting straight, back arching as he holds you down with one large hand placed over your belly and chest. He groans as he feels the molten texture of your insides struggling against his intrusion, trying to force him out of your tight heat as he surges forward.

The tip of his tongue curls, swirling up and knocking the air from your lungs as a rush of hot liquid spills from your insides for him to drink down.

You shook and twitched, moaning and curling your hands around his curved horns like a handle.

The touch sends blood racing to his cock, as he moans and loudly slurps your cum down with audible squelching, enjoying the cries you released into the quiet night.

He lets you rest as he pulls back for just a moment, your body limp and panting as your high comes down.

“Good girl~” he praises, leaning over you to kiss softly at your sweaty skin, licking that too and tasting the sweet and salty mixture.

Then he’s pressing his lips against yours, forcing them open to sneak his long tongue inside your mouth, filling it and claiming that space too as his own. You’re helpless to resist, delirious on pleasure as he devours you, wiggling muscle curling and rubbing erotically around your own.

He tastes like sugar and something heavier, more musky, as you come to realize it as your own taste.

“Is this… really normal…?” You can help but ask as he pulls away, his lips still sticking close to trail kisses across your skin.

“It’s quite normal little flower, are you shy still?” He asks curiously, lifting one of your small hands and bringing it to his face, his size dwarfing you considerably. He lightly nibbles on your fingers, making a giggle bubble up as you smile and then squirm when he grins and licks your hand instead.

“A little…” you admit honestly. Always so honest and open.

He nods, as if completely understanding.

“That’s alright, we’re in no rush, I’ll teach you slowly…” there’s something else not said in his words, and you’re left drunk on his pheromones and lips as he distracts you. Then he’s kissing down, discarding your clothing and leaving you naked for his mouth and curious fingers.

Your breasts are lavished in his saliva, pebbled nipples sucked until standing upright before poked down with the tip of his tongue playfully. Always so playful, Ava nips and teases your skin, blinking innocently when you moan and glare accusingly.

“It’s not my fault you enjoy this so much petal~” he pouts, looking comical and so harmless, his glittery gold wings, almost translucent behind him, fluttering as if indignant to your silent accusation.

The golden tattoos which marked his skin more visible tonight, his clothing more minimal in his wish to feel more of you as he explores and plays.

Then he’s parting your thighs and throwing you into ecstasy again.

“Who did it?”

You sat curled around yourself, terror and dread swirling inside of you at the new side of Ava you’d never been graced with before.

The side you supposed was reserved for his enemies, but now showed to you.

Despite your fear, the tears spilling down your cheeks, and the injuries you bore, you still remained stubbornly silent.

He was going insane with rage and anguish.

You truly were a flower. So delicate and easily destroyed.

“Y/N… while I am being reasonable…Tell. Me. Who. Did. It.”

For all the times he’d made himself smaller, less alarming and more charming than his true nature called for, it made this time more appallingly. He stood to his full height, like an unwavering tree he did not budge or allow you to leave, golden eyes flaring and mixing with his red pupils to create something alarming. Even the markings which covered his dark skin seemed to glow and match his eyes, magic crackling in the air and silencing the night further.

As if the stars and moon were frightened too.

Still, still, you did not speak, even as he closed in on you, your fear so strong it almost choked him. Almost. He was too angry, too furious with the humans he liked to cast out of his mind. They needed to be taught a lesson it seemed. Their fear of the Fae renewed. They were becoming arrogant, as if their species was even in the same standing as them.

Your pretty injured face and form, battered from abuse and humiliation, was all the information he truly needed.

If you wanted to protect them, and not tell him, then he’d just punish them all as if they were the culprits.

It soothed him finally, his decision made as the ominous energy around him faded slowly. He let his rage dissipate, worry and concern bleeding through now as he crouched and shuffled towards you, claws spread and outstretched towards you.

“Come here Y/N, keep your secrets, but allow me to hold and comfort you…” his eyes darkened, the glow leaving behind almost a copper color, somber as he looks at you. There’s not pity in his eyes though, as you swallow and sigh in relief, grateful to crawl into his warm embrace where it feels safe.

He’s gentle as he wraps you in his arms, lips and tongue soothing as he tastes your tears and blood.

He grits his teeth, focusing on your scent and the feel of you to calm himself again, before letting his magic seep into your skin. You easily absorbed it, soaking it up like a sponge as your pain and injuries heal.

“Ava—?” Your eyes widen, amazement in their depths which stroke his ego as he taps his forehead against your own. His horns slightly tangling in your hair.

“Do you not want to drop the illusion on yourself?” He asks softly, staring at the human image your portray. He didn’t want to admit it, but it enraged him to see you still trying to live amongst them.

You seem surprised, before looking away nervously.

“It just feels strange… to not see myself anymore,” you confess, burrowing deeper into his chest while enjoying his ability to heal and soothe you. His sugary smell lightening your heavy heart.

He nods slowly, eyes staring at nothing over the still lake.

He holds you a little tighter.

Then you’re asleep.

The burns and screams of the people echo, the night come to life with flames and chaos.

Ava stands leisurely, smile filled with fondness as he watches the human village he’d followed and found to be your residence burn.

He’d spent all night playing with them, listening to them confess the awful things they’d done to you, said to you, and tried to do to you. They even thought of sacrificing you to some nonexistent deity, which only prolonged the nightmare he’d turned the populace into.

He laughed as the sounds swirled into music for his ears, the sharp points curling in delight as he hummed a tune older than the trees towering in this forest.

The night was still coming to an end sadly, and he’d need to return to your unconscious body still where he’d left it.

He didn’t want to let you wake in your new home alone after all.

His body covered in the blood of mortals he’d torn into and feasted on, Ava left them to perish.

Alone you woke. In a bed four times the size of any normal one, within the walls of a palace you’d only ever seen depicted in stories told by faraway travelers.

You glanced down, at hands unlike ones you were accustomed to seeing. You were nude, unable to hide from yourself as you felt tears begin to sprout. The illusion magic wasn’t working, and you couldn’t understand why.

This body was your true form, not that of the human you continuously tried to convince yourself you were. You hadn’t showed Ava, too afraid he’d see your appearance and dislike you for it.

While he was magnificent, you felt puny and odd.

A hiss snatches you from your self loathing, eyes flicking up to land on the one you’d just been thinking of.

He was covered in something, though you weren’t entirely sure what until he moved closer. The pearls lining his chambers glowed softly, his appearance more vibrant as he closed the distance between himself and the bed you laid on.

You sucked in a breath, realization dawning as the red contrasts against his skin. His lower face completely smeared in it, but his lips seemed clean. Until he grinned, red stained sharp teeth with chunks of dark meat stuck in between.

You remembered briefly him mentioning being mistaken for a demon.

You finally understood as a strange fear blossomed in your gut and you scooted away. Confusion and terror consuming you, but your body not catching up with your mind, because it recognized his scent and touch. You didn’t move quick enough, a clawed hand easily curling around your ankle and tugging you close. You slid smoothly over the cool silk, brought close to his body radiating heat. He only wore trousers, his taloned feet bare and ankles revealed as he’d cuffed them up to avoid bloody human fingers trying to grip them.

“Oh my little flower, look at you,” his eyes are swirling melted gold, enchanting and so disorienting. His beauty becoming savage with the blood and human flesh he adorned.

“A-Ava…” you want to ask, but you also don’t want the answer.

Did he find out who hurt you? Or was it unrelated? It seemed too coincidental.

Your chest constricted painfully as he stared down at you in wonder. Your true form so lovely it took his breath away, your image so fitting for you it was a wonder why you didn’t prefer this over your human mirage. Your ears, pointed like his own, were curled down a little with your emotions, as his eyes traced your face.

The shape was the same, your body still so small, and your eyes still expressed every little thought without fail.

He hated to admit it was even cuter, though he mused it was likely because he was the first to see your true form.

An abandoned young changeling, one he only took mild interest in, had him so thoroughly ravenous for all of you now.

“Isn’t this more comfortable petal? Instead of masquerading as a filthy human, aren’t you happier to just be you now?” His callous words seem off, but you can’t quite fathom it all as the shock settles in.

“My precious flower faery, are you scared?” Yes, you wanted to scream, as his bloody face and body near you, his sugary scent over powered by the scent of iron and death. Fae hated iron. He shouldn’t be comfortable.

You choked, jerking back and trying to crawl away from him, but he still had your ankle caged in his hand.

He laughs, but it’s empty and devoid of any true humor as he stares down at you with something dark in his gaze.

He yanks you back, harshly and sending a jolt of pain up your leg as you cry out, pulled back beneath him as he crawls onto the bed over you.

He’s too close, nausea consuming you as you smell and see the gore adorning him.

He finds your useless fear amusing and annoying all at once.

“I asked you a question little flower.” He grips your face, smushing your cheeks and making you look at him.

He rolls his eyes as the tears you so love to shed spill down your cheeks.

“Yes… I-I’m scared…” his smile softens, almost becoming sweet and familiar.

“Good. You should be.” Your blood runs cold.

He has the mercy to bathe, but not alone. You watch as the spray of water from some sort of piping turns pink as it disappears through tiny holes in the marble floor.

He’s nude, like you, and even though you cower and try to turn away, he easily stops any and all retreats with hardly any effort.

“I thought you didn’t like the blood? I’m still not clean petal.” His fluffy curls are flattened by the water falling above, the warm spray soaking you both as you try not to wonder why the sticky redness won’t just wash away with the water. The dried portions difficult to get off without physically touching and rubbing him with your soapy hands. You wanted to know why he was doing this, being so mean.

His ears look more distinct with his hair flat, onyx horns prominent against his forehead as his lashes hold droplets of water to frame his golden eyes.

You try not to show it, but as the blood clears and his dark smooth gold lined skin is revealed, you notice the hard lines of muscle and purple veins which protrude.

You only come up just below his chest, and you can’t look down, least you see it again.

He was making you nervous and scared on purpose, but you couldn’t understand why.

Like a coward you didn’t ask either, because you feared the answer even more.

Ava shifts, fingers coming up to cup your face in his hands and tilt your head up as he leans over you and blocks the water falling. His claws jut out beside your head, one lightly tickling your pointed little ear.

He licks his lips, loving the sight of you soaked and naked, your pretty form so enthralling to his eyes he struggles to contain himself.

“Do you want my help…?” His tone is condescending, eyes uncaring in the least about your inner turmoil.

“Here,” he drops one hand, engulfing your wrist and forcing you to plant your hand against his abdomen. “You have to wash like this—,” he teaches patiently, like none of this was happening and everything was fine. He moves your soft little hand back and forth, the soap quick to wash away as the water continues to fall. “You need more soap petal.” He informs gently, moving to stop the warm spray and letting you both stand in silence now, drops of water falling the only noise besides your breathing.

He sighs when you don’t move, your eyes trained on the corner of the spacious bathing room, where an in ground bath rests. He would take you to the hot springs later.

He fills the hand he has control of with soap, and amuses himself with using it like a washcloth, your little fingers curling as your lips tilt down into a frown.

“Since you need the help,” he goads, watching as those sweet familiar doe eyes flash up a glare from the corner of your eye.

He smiles, a nasty grin filled with something sinister as he chuckles darkly. “Don’t want to be my good girl anymore?” It’s a loaded question you’re unsure of how to answer.

It hardly matters as he forces your hand down, until you jolt at the change in body part you were touching. He forces your fingers to close around his throbbing length, unable to touch or fully wrap around it as your head jerks instinctively to look at what he was making you do.

“A-Ava—,” you try to pull away, but to no avail. He only hums, the soap like lube as he uses your hand to jerk his cock, amused as you stare in shock. He won’t let you go, not when the sight of your smaller form holding his leaking rod is so arousing he comes a minute a later. Hips thrusting with the timing of the squeeze he forces your hand to hold, hot ropes of his seed shooting out onto your chest and belly as he cages you with his free arm from moving away. He allows his purple tapered tip to smear the remaining pearls of his seed on your skin, ignoring your whine of protest as he paints you.

“Fuck, that’s it, be good for me pretty girl,” he growls lightly, chest rattling as he releases his pent up frustration on your confused form.

Really, you couldn’t be more adorable covered in his release looking dazed.

His golden eyes heavy lidded as he crouches down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.

You swallow nervously, staring at Ava as he stares at you from across his bed chambers.

You’d fallen asleep after… after bathing, if you could even call it that, and awoken later to find yourself alone again. Ava missing and your body covered by fine silk sheets while you slept.

You’d scrambled about the room looking for escape, finding nothing but a single exit locked, which Ava now stood before.

He wore a pair of silken sleep pants, tailored to his enormous figure as well as a matching robe left loose and revealing a majority of his chest and abdomen. His wings weren’t physical but a magic which naturally formed behind him, you’d learned.

The gold markings on his body were duller than earlier, his eyes less vibrant and more cool as he looks at you.

He seems more… familiar. Less of the Ava covered in blood and flesh of humans and more of the one you’ve befriended.

He’s silent, unmoving as he stands still in the doorway.

You don’t want to make the first move, unsure in this new environment, but you similarly disliked all of this distance and miscommunication between you both.

You moved cautiously, much like the skittish animal he likens you to in his mind, off the bed. You’d wrapped yourself in one of his sheets, his scent clinging to you the only thing stopping him from tearing it off you in annoyance. He stays put, muscles taunt and jaw clenched as you approach him like he might harm you.

He debated it.

Briefly showing you why you should be obedient and just listen, but dismissing it in favor of you liking him at least to some degree.

When you reach him, he merely stares down at you, face impassive unlike your nervous and awkward expression.

“Ava…?” He finally shifts, leaning down to close the distance a little but still not touching you. It’s you who initiates, because he’s certain he’s trained you well enough in your past touch starved state that you can’t resist the comfort and warmth he provides. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your figure to his while looking up with those honest eyes he adores.

He finally relaxes, your touch so addicting he was unable to resist wrapping you further into his embrace while lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, warm bare cunt now pressed against his abdomen while your arms come around his neck. The sheet loosening and falling down to pool at his feet. He finally smiles at your flustered state, not letting you climb down to grab it, instead moving you both towards his—your—bed and easily laying you down to drape over you.

“You’re calmer than I imagined you’d be…” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, kissing up to your jaw. “Should I prepare for your wrath later little flower?” He muses, lifting up to look at your expression.

“Was that blood… from a human?” You look guarded but he isn’t surprised.

“Yes.”

“Did you kill them?” He affirms again.

“Was it because of… me?” Those sweet eyes looked so haunted as you asked, as if you knew what he was going to say.

“No. It wasn’t because of you.”

You check his face, as if he were a human and would lie to you as they do.

“Then why did you do it?” You breathed, sagging in relief beneath him. His lips twitch, molten eyes shining with adoration as he looks upon you.

“They greatly offended me.” He answers vaguely, but it was the truth. They offended him by breathing and walking the earth. It was a direct insult to him. They only met misfortune because they caught his attention.

You seemed happy to accept whatever rid you of any guilt, looking up at him less fearfully now that he was clean and not being mean to you. Though, you both shared very different definitions of being “mean”.

“Am I staying the night?” You asked him curiously. You had thought he’d brought you here as he didn’t know where your home in the village was when you’d fallen asleep.

He shook his head, lips curling higher.

“You’re staying forever.” He declares, sweet scent filling your senses as he comes close enough to kiss you.

Then he does.

You thought his teasing was funny, lips tilting up finally as the awkwardness dissipates and familiarity rises.

This is your Ava, warm sweet Ava that smells so good it makes you crave sweets you cannot afford.

He presses you further into the unfathomably soft bed, his lips demanding as you open for him.

“Ava,” you break the kiss, breathing heavier as he growls and nips at your bottom lip, a shiver wracking you as he leans back enough to meet your gaze. “What we’re doing… it’s what lovers and spouses do isn’t it? At least, this is what human lovers do…” your voice becomes smaller as he stares down as you with an expression you couldn’t name.

“And?” He encourages.

You look away for a moment, gathering your thoughts before remembering out of all the cruelty in the world, Ava was the outlier.

“Is that what we’re doing? Like lovers?” You felt too embarrassed to directly state it, to say it aloud, and equally scared this isn’t anything different than exchanging a handshake with another faery to him. It was different to you.

“Do you want it to be?” He leans down, placing a feather soft kiss against your temple so you couldn’t see his eyes glowing bright. “Do you want us to be like lovers little flower?” His voice is deeper than usual, strained almost as he holds himself perfectly still above you.

You take the time to think, much to his displeasure, but when you answer it was everything for him.

“I do.”

He places a chaste kiss to your lips, his own tilting higher and higher until he’s grinning gleefully.

“Then that’s what we’ll be.” He confirms, and you miss it.

You miss every little trap he’d laid, each tiny piece of the puzzle forming around you like a cage. You miss everything and it’s too late to go back now. Ava muses wickedly, as he kisses you more sensually, lets his claws drag so delicately down your soft skin, he thinks how stupid you are.

“I’ll be all yours if you ask for it Y/N,” he speaks directly into your pointed ear, hot breath making the tips curl as you whine. The way he says your name is different than usual, more serious and seductive. You realize this seems wrong somehow, the way he’s making you melt so easily like this, how your panic and fear evaporated so quickly. You aren’t given time to think further, when he shifts and sits up. He sneers when you attempt to cover yourself again, gripping your wrist and lightly pulling you up too. On your knees, you face his chest, eyes looking up to see his heated expression.

Ava cups your jaw with one hand, and pokes at your lip with the other.

He doesn’t ask before his thumb invades your mouth, and you fight not to bite down or jerk away with his pointed claw inside.

He’s exploring, squeezing your cheeks until you open wide so he can playfully run over your sharpened canines. Curiously playing with your tongue until he leans down licks it with his own. It felt strange and erotic, your body vibrating with nerves and budding arousal as he explores you.

“Ava…” you wanted to touch him too, but he didn’t seem to be listening as he lets his hands trail down to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples as your back arches into them.

So you let your own hands wander, bolder than usual as you feel his solid form beneath you. His skin is much softer than it appears, strange markings and golden symbols flat. He had no softer points aside from that, muscles like stone and occasionally uncomfortable to lounge against due to it.

He squeezes your waist, smiling mischievous as you yelp and glare at him. He does it again, finally chuckling as he lets his hands slip to your ass.

This time his squeeze makes you gasp, as he parts your ass cheeks and allows your heated core to be exposed to the air. His claws so careful not to tear your skin open as he drags you taunt against him, rutting his hardened cock against your soft belly.

He moans aloud as he sees the tip poke out between you, your breasts above a delicious sight as he does it again and again.

“You drive me wild pretty faery,” he smiles, licking your cheek as he easily lifts you up to toss you to the center of the bed. You sink in, huffing but giggling as he crawls over you, looking like a dark angel as he covers you completely to capture your lips in a much more filthy kiss.

“I want to devour you,” he purrs, licking and kissing down your neck and chest, spreading your legs. “Make you mine completely,” you moan, feeling delirious as he finally licks your sloppy pussy.

You moan when you feel his fingers prod your entrance, sharp claws gone and retracted as he pushes one inside you while he laps at your clit. It feels different and firmer than his tongue, able to rub and stretch you better as he begins sucking on your puffy nub and purring deep in his chest. “Your little nub is hard~ are you feeling good?” He teases, wiggling the tip of his tongue over your engorged clit.

Then he’s pressing a second finger in, a mild burn heating your core as you gasp and try to shift away to no avail. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, spearing them into you, your soft gummy walls forcefully spread around the two digits as he noisily slurps. He’s being messy and a bit rough, but your moans spur him on as he groans into your pussy when you begin clawing at his hair and whining.

“Ava! S’too much! Can’t—!” You squeak and almost bite your tongue when you cum, pussy sucking his fingers deep and massaging them as you soak his hand and face.

He doesn’t stop, eyes glowing bright molten gold as he watches you squirm and babble senselessly while he stuffs a third finger into your poor overstimulated cunt. Your little hole stretched wide around him, and he’s content to watch as your greedy lower mouth takes it as he pumps them into you.

You’re less amused though, body thrumming as the pleasure becomes overwhelming and you panic.

“Stop, I’m gonna make a mess, Ava stop—!” You cry out, eyes watering before tears fall as you struggle to stop the powerful pressure building in your core, hurting you with the intensity as he pushes you further and further. “Your insides are steadily swallowing and sucking my fingers in, aren’t you a little lewd?” He asks, unaffected by your dull nails digging into his forearm, eyes trained on your drooling hole below.

He’s got an iron grip on your hip with his other hand, nails digging into your flesh every time you try to squirm away. “You’re so lovely like this petal.”

He’s fascinated when you break again, clear fluid squirting up and out from your squelching pussy as he continues to shove his fingers in.

You cum so hard it nearly causes you to lose consciousness, eyes rolling back as you twitch and moan as the dam inside you bursts open.

You whine as he pulls free, hand dripping in gooey arousal as he brings it to his lips and slurps it up without any decorum, appearing almost starved as he gazes down at you with the eyes of a predator. “Messy girl~ I’ll teach you though,” his lips pull back to reveal his sharp teeth, “When you feel so good you think you’ll break, you’re supposed to say I’m coming, do you understand?” He asks darkly.

“No more…” your weak plea only makes him smirk, kissing you softly as he slides forward and uses both hands to cover your hips and lift your lower half up.

Your eyes feel heavy as you force them open, slow to realize that his enormous cock is now laid over your pussy, pulsing and dragging back and forth through your slick folds. The thick veiny appendage causes your trepidation to rise, realization dawning that he intends to fit that inside of you.

“It won’t fit—,” you weren’t being cute or coy, because while you may not be human, your form was still the same size as one. He was much, much bigger, and his cock certainly fit his proportions. You try to catch his attention, unable to close your legs with his body between them. “Ava,” He’s truly not hearing you at all, too enthralled and excited as he lubes his massive length up with your juices. He’s shaking a bit too, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he coos down at you mindlessly, golden orbs almost unseeing at this point as he lines up with your entrance.

“So good for me petal~ you’re all mine aren’t you?” He breathes, and you feel the weight and pressure begin as his tip breaches.

“Wait, stop Ava—!” You whine as the sting becomes a burn and then you’re being filled to the point of excess as you struggle to breathe anymore.

“Shh—♡,” he hushes you, pained as well due to the pressure around him, strangling him as he grimaces and drags back out a little before surging forward. “You’re mine now petal,” he groans.

You’re unable to form words as he works his cock into you like a piece which doesn’t quite fit, bullying and stretching you open to forcefully fit himself.

He leans more weight down onto you as you struggle and writhe, noisy cries falling on deaf ears as he feels himself slipping deeper as your body finally gives up on keeping him out. His tip touches your cervix, before shoving even further and smashing it up as your stomach aches in protest.

You lay limp as he finally bottoms out, twitching with your mouth open and drool pooling down your chin as you feel nothing but the feeling of him inside you. He huffs a laugh, the way you look ruined before he’s even gotten started.

You look like a doll in his grasp, his cock extending your stomach a little as it twitches inside you. Your thighs ache as they’re naturally forced up, unable to spread fully enough for him to settle so he’d merely folded you and pressed you down to prevent escape.

“You did it pretty girl, look at you~” he grins, one hand leaving your hip to press on your belly, making your eyes widen and roll back as you whine. “You took every inch of me in this cute cunt didn’t you?” This male over you isn’t familiar, even as his sugary scent seems to increase and smother you, he seems foreign in his words and actions.

The inconsistencies are difficult to track as he drags himself out of you, the fullness replaced by feeling each ridge and bump of veins decorating his cock as he slides out.

Then he’s pushing in again, stealing your breath and ability to think as he starts to fuck you.

“Don’t worry petal, I won’t hurt you,” you can’t quite understand as he pushes his thick rod inside you, brain shutting off as you go pliant in his hold. “I’ll go nice and slow so you never forget,” he moans as you tighten and jerk, “who owns you.” He’s holding back with all his might as you spasm and grip him in inside of you, walls sucking him back in as he moves to exit.

You make him forget.

As you slick his cock up with your juices, he begins to slip in easier, folding you down further into a mating press as he looks down at your teary face. You make him forget all the time he’s spent alone. Your moans increase as he picks up the pace, pounding nice and deep inside of you and ridding you of any thought beside him. He slips a hand down between you both, claws retracted completely as he softly presses on your swollen clit and throws you reeling into another orgasm around him. “Say it petal,” he grits out, the feeling of you tightening drawing his own end. He’s hardly able to move inside you, short thrusts all he can manage as he drags you over the edge.

“I’m coming—!” Your head tips back, neck bared to his eyes as you cum for him obediently.

He fills you up right after, heavy engorged balls drawing up as he pumps his first load of the day into you. His thrusts not stopping as he rocks forward, expression relaxing as his magic swirls inside of you, his mating mark slowly sinking into your soul as he works to keep his seed deep within your womb. You’re too fucked out to notice, the pleasure and pressure overwhelming your senses as you try to rest now.

Except his cock doesn’t soften.

He thrusts hard once he’s sure his bond has settled, feeling you so much deeper in his soul as he drags his cock out almost all the way. “It’s like your little hole misses me already,” he smiles, watching as you flutter around his tip as if to tell him you don’t want him to leave. “Tell me petal,” he slides back inside, jolting you awake as you stare incredulously down at where you both connect. The slick sounds of him slipping into your sticky wet entrance haunting as you whine, hands digging into fine silk as you try to push away.

He only presses you down harder, cock burrowing deep as if to anchor you. His eyes are wild and swirling, the color so bright it’s almost blinding in the dim room. “How does it feel to lose?”

You blank. His question not making any sense as the room spins and you’re overcome again with pleasure so intense it makes your toes and feet curl in the air where they rest.

“How does it feel to be utterly mine for the rest of eternity?” You gasp, tearing at the sheets as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your ass as he begins to truly fuck you now. Enormous cock working you into a frenzy as you yelp when two fingers pinch painfully around a nipple. “You’re not going back pretty girl,” he laughs, face wicked and beautiful as you look up through blurry eyes spilling tears. “You’ll not return to that filthy human village,” he releases your sore nipple in favor of loosely gripping your throat, feeling your pulse beneath his hand. “You are not in the land of Fae sweet flower,” he lets his lips ghost over yours, his tip bullying your cervix as you writhe and move to claw at his shoulders. “You are in my kingdom, ours, where the corrupted Fae separate themselves,” you’re lost, eyes crossing almost dumbly as you come again, choking as you cry out his name.

You can’t move even an inch, unable to even squirm as you’re forced to take each punishing inch of his cock and he ruts into you.

“Your pussy keeps tightening up when I tell you all the ways you’re mine. Do you like this?” He delights in your pathetic attempt to push at his chest, clearly finished despite his balls still being heavy with his seed he intends to spill into you.

“A-Av-Ava!” You struggle to form even his name, let alone any sentences as he keeps up his fast and brutal pace. Though, from his perspective he was still holding back as he moans and spills himself inside you again.

“Yes flower?” He coos, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face as he pulls out just enough to grip your thigh and turn you on your side, sliding back to the hilt again. He hugs your leg to his chest, working his cock at a new angle in your abused pussy still spilling cum from earlier. “I’m listening,” he chuckles, knowing you can’t speak, aware his cock was keeping you like this.

Words die down as he uses his hand not holding your leg up to grip your hip, holding you still while pushing his hips forward, railing himself inside your exhausted body. Your head rests against the bed, mouth open as your saliva soaks into the sheets, eyes staring at nothing as you feel another impending orgasm approaching.

Ava doesn’t mind, adoring the cute cock drunk expression as he uses you like a toy, filling you up over and over while you slowly lose your mind. “I’m sorry—Ava please, I’m sorry,” your slurred speech and delirious voice make him laugh. Genuinely amused by your rambling, “Why are you sorry petal? I’m not mad,” he catches your lips, tongue invading and swallowing your cries. He finds you so cute.

His cute, stupid little changeling, so trusting and unaware of his unsavory intentions.

You lose consciousness and count when he comes with his hips pressed deeply into your ass, pressing you belly first into his hand as he keeps you angled up to meet his thrusts. Your sensitive chest rubbing against the silk below, body limp as your world goes black and you convulse around him.

This time he lets you fall flat into the soaked bedding, taking his still hard cock out so he can pry apart your pussy lips and watch his release ooze out of your gaping hole.

His golden eyes flick up to your sleeping form, lips pulling as he coos, “Cute~♡” before he’s stuffing you full again, merciless as he leans on one arm to keep from crushing you as he continues to drill into you.

Even when you regain consciousness, trying to crawl away from his torturous pleasure, he only grips your arm and twists it gently behind you to hold. “You’re soaked and so hot inside, do you know how crazy you’re making me?” He groans, almost sounding like he’s in pain as you squeeze and come again. “I’m not letting you go, stop trying to run. You’ve already lost sweet girl.” As he lifts his hips, tip still encased by your wet hot heat, he eyes the slick mess which coats you both and connects you to him. “Go ahead and go crazy too, be good and listen.” He laughs, slamming back in and making your back arch as you nearly scream, feeling him so deep it makes you wonder if he’s going to break you. You really will go crazy, it’s a fleeting thought stolen by his cock once again, but you truly worry as he drowns you with euphoria and madness.

He’s hunched and leaning over your back, letting his tongue and teeth tease your ear so sweetly while he pounds you stupid, whispering to you things you won’t remember.

“You wanted my name so badly, didn’t you my lovely mate?” He knows you don’t understand, but it doesn’t stop him from speaking on, husky voice lulling you as you cry and lose yourself to pleasure. “I’ll tell you since you’re being so good, taking my seed so well~” he lets a little more weight settle on top of you, his cock nestling into your deepest parts with it.

“I am Avarice.”

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[theminecraftbee]

i'm still thinking about the fae zedaph prompt so much that i have. an entire au in my head now. that i am now sharing, in case others are interested.

so the setting of the au is an intentionally kind of anachronistic blend of sci-fi and fantasy, and those things often come into conflict, with a lot of magic interacting badly with technology and technology interacting badly with magic. a vaguely earth-like setting from the near future, where there are robots and space travel and cybernetics, but ALSO a vaguely earth-like setting where there are portals you can slip through that will drop you into the feywild and there are magcial creatures lurking beneath the surface. the idea is like, if an urban fantasy had the 'urban' part set in a sci-fi world.

anyway, so zedaph is an ancient fey creature. a wild fey no longer really associated with either court, but at one point having belonged to the seelie court, zedaph mainly just courts chaos. he's PROBABLY some kind of archfey, but it's worth noting that even other fey aren't fully certain what zedaph is supposed to be at this point. see, in a move that makes almost no sense to a human, zedaph has started to get bored of the games of fair folk. he finds them too... predictable! and sure, to HUMANS the fair folk can seem chaotic and without rules, but to zedaph? he wants something NEW AND EXCITING.

too bad that these days, even if he IS invited into the human realm, it is a bit dangerous to navigate for a fey such as himself. his own deep connection to nature and the natural world makes it so he has some trouble when he's in the tall metal cities of the human realm.

enter: tango.

tango is an android built for... some purpose. he's not really sure what his purpose is, or if he still has one, which is kind of distressing, because his creator either died or abandoned him before tango was turned on. he likes building zany contraptions, sure, but he also sort of wants to search for SOME kind of meaning in his life, since androids aren't really built to be purposeless and that lack of purpose is starting to wear at him. and in another setting, this is a great start to a cyberpunk story about what it means to be human, but in THIS setting, tango accidentally proves he must be developing a soul when he stumbles through a portal to the feywild by accident and fails to find his own way out.

the good news for tango is also the bad news: he's not built for a natural place like the feywild. see, his creator had made him largely out of cold iron, and that, even more than any specific technology, repels fair folk magic. so the good news is that he is largely immune to fey shenanigans! the bad news is that the feywild itself is rejecting him, putting him in immense danger.

enter: zedaph, who is FASCINATED to discover that these days the humans are making machines with souls. zedaph, eager to discover something new, makes a bargain with tango: tango guides him in the human world so zedaph doesn't die of metal poisoning, and in return, zedaph guides tango whenever he stumbles into a dangerous supernatural hotspot. look, zedaph's even making a fair deal and everything, since he can't just like, steal tango's name and force him to, on account of not even tango knowing what his true name would be! the two of them shake on it, and as such, a bargain is struck between both android and archfey.

they both find each other surreal and baffling but are ALSO each other's best friends in an equally baffling and surreal world.

impulse comes into this story later--after whatever the first few adventures tango and zedaph have are, exploring both realms together to try to find something new and exciting for zedaph and something to give tango purpose, the amount of magic tango's being exposed to finally takes its toll, and tango starts to malfunction. zedaph panics as he realizes all at once that he has a friend (thing he didn't know he even could get?) and that friend is in danger. also, uh, more importantly that deal. right. that.

naturally, he then kidnaps the first software engineer he can find. this is a proportionate response, right?

luckily the first software engineer he finds is impulse, and impulse is hardly like, normal, either. like, yes, he's a fully mundane human with only the world's most minor cybernetics, he's normal that way, the way he's not normal is that he gets kidnapped by a terrifying and awesome fey to fix a paradoxical android and goes "this is so cool. hi my name is impulse it's nice to meet you! aw, geez," and acts like everything is normal. neither tango nor zedaph are quite good enough at the idea of 'normal human' to dispute this, and a friendship is then born.

impulse serves as the fixer for a lot of their problems that neither tango nor zedaph are equipped to handle, but he's also like, he'd theoretically be the everyman if he wasn't busy going "every man gets whisked away by the plot of a philosophy major's dream every once and a while right" and going with the flow on things NO SANE PERSON SHOULD GO WITH THE FLOW WITH. he's just chilling in the world's least "just chilling" scenario.

so... there you go there's the ENTIRE TEAM ZIT AU that my brain spawned from the prompt "fey zedaph" i hope you enjoy,

[readychilledwine]

helloooo! had a super random idea that I thought I’d throw your way but if you don’t want to write it, no worries! i know there’s not really dragons in acotar but what if one of the bat boys (whoever you want to write this for) encounters a group of dragons and find an illyrian with them who was raised by dragons. (The dragons think she’s one of them bc she has wings lol) a female who was abandoned by their parents because they wanted a son or something like that. (but now I’m thinking what if she was cassian’s long lost sister or something but in that case obviously she wouldn’t be paired with cassian lol) and she’s basically like half feral and whoever you pair her with is her mate and cannot convince her to go with them to velaris but they figure it out somehow 🥹 and when they finally do she’s just like baffled by simple things like dresses and kitchen utensils and how soft their beds are 😂 and now the night court has a small army of dragons because they listen to her 🤷🏽‍♀️ you can make her an OC if you want!

I can respond to this now that Bound by Fate Part 3 is up and has some traction 🤣 I was going to ask if you got into my Google drive somehow. Kaylee is going to have a similar journey to this only Kaylee's is going to be based on the concept that magic has a price, and the more magic she uses, the bigger the price, where as this journey will be about finding her humanity.

I'm pretty excited about this. Not gonna lie. 💜

Flight Patterns Part 1

Summary - After years of hushed whispers and leads, Azriel has finally found Cassian's lost sister, Aerilyn. What he found with her was unexpected, though.

Warnings - violence

A/n - Aerilyn is going to be fairly feral for these first few parts. Also, she speaks sindarian (like Lord of the Rings elves sindarian, so translations will be at the end of the chapters)

Part Two Part Three

Aerilyn stared at the male wrapped in shadows as if she'd never seen another illyrian before. As if she'd never seen another fae before, Azriel thought to himself.

She was beautiful, exactly as he had expected her to be, with her long dark hair cascading into waves behind her, her tanned unmarked skin, the bright burning hazel eyes. She was a softer, smaller, and delicate version of Cassian. 

Azriel approached her slowly, his hands raised in front of him. " I do not want to hurt you. I have been looking for you for a very, very long time." Over 319 years to be exact. With you right under our noses this whole time, he thought bitterly to himself. 

She had been left to die after her wings were taken. Thrown into the Illyrian woods beaten and bloodied before Cassian eventually burnt that Camp to the ground. She was three at the time. How she survived was a mystery, one Azriel knew they'd need to figure out.

She eyed him cautiously, her head tilted to the side before taking a step back and away from him. "I won't hurt you, Aerilyn." Her eyes narrowed, but then she suddenly relaxed. A small smile forming on her face as Azriel felt the ground shaking behind him. 

He felt the warm breath of whatever it was before the deep growl came. His eyes shut slowly at the scent of ember and rot that lingered in the air. He turned slowly, feeling shock set into his system as he sat face to face with a fire Drake. He felt the ground rumble again, then again, and once more. Rhys. I'm going to need help. Now. Drop whatever the fuck you're doing.

Cassian and Rhys appeared beside him instantly. A grumbled, "Cauldron fucking drown me," leaving the generals mouth as they all stood back to back. "Azriel, what the fuck?"

Azriel looked to where Aerilyn stood, her eyes locked on Cassian and her head tilted to the side. "She knows you, Cass. And they're protecting her."  He could tell his brother was avoiding looking at her. Avoiding the pain that'd come from how much she truly looked like their mother. 

Rhysand grabbed their hands. "You have 30 seconds, Cassian or I'm getting us the fuck out of here." 

Cassian glanced at his little sister, his heart tightening in his chest at how small she was. They held eye contact for a moment and he lowered his weapons and held his hands up to her. He took one step and an immediate growl and shift came from the winged beast closest to him. A deep warning not to approach her. "Would she have memories of anything specific? Something special between the two of you?" Rhys asked softly. "I can't get into her head. It's.. it's a mess, Cassian."

Cassian didn't notice the feather light touch in Rhysand's jaw, the way his eyes kept flickering to the female in concern. Azriel had, though. He noted the immediate change in Rhysand's body language. The calm and composed High Lord was struggling to maintain himself.

Azriel would have laughed if there wasn't a black scaled beast staring him down as if he was nothing more than a delicious snack.

Cassian spoke to her softly. "When you were little, you had a little stuffed bunny. His name was Sir Hop." A flicker of recognition went across her face. Cassian took a small step forward. The beast growled softer this time. "I still have him," the soft confession hung in the air. "Rhysand's mom enchanted it. She made sure he'd never stop smelling like you. You could not sleep without him or me. Mom said you just tossed and turned crying constantly if he went missing or I was gone. I always worried about if you were sleeping when our father ripped me from the house." Another tentative step, but no growl chilling the three of them to the core. 

She studied Cassian hard. Stepping close to him until they were but an arms length away. Her brain knew him. It screamed for her to remember him. She didn't understand all of his words, but she knew his voice. His scent. "Come with me," Cassian offered. "Come home with me." 

"Cassian, 5 seconds. If she does not take your hand in 5 seconds, we are done here." Rhys warned as one of the beasts, a lighter Grey monster that seemed to blend into its surroundings leaned closer to the High Lord and growled. 

For whatever reason, this beast wanted him dead. 

"Duar," a feminine voice that reminded Rhysand of finely aged wine, spoke softly. The beast coiled away from him with one last growl. She was so close to Cassian, breathing in the scent of a warm fire and winter winds. 

"You have a freckle on your ribs," Cassian whispered, his hand reaching out to touch right above her heart. "Right here." She allowed him to bring her into him. He held her close as her arms stayed at her side.

Rhys took the chance, his hands shooting for Cassian and Azriel and winnowing them back to the townhouse with heavy breaths. 

The hug was no longer gentle, not as her fight began. Aerilyn kicked, screamed, and fought as Cassian pulled her into the warded house. Madja was there and ready, knowing the girl would need medical attention and an evaluation. 

After watching her land a harsh closed fist onto Rhysand's cheek as he spoke to her, Madja immediately switched what she had planned, grabbing a needle filled with a sedative and shoving it into the illyrian female's arm.

"I'm sorry," Cassian cried as he lowered her to the floor. "I'm so fucking sorry. Shhhh it's okay. It's okay, you're safe." 

His sister fell asleep in his arms, wrapped tight against his body as he rocked her back and forth against his chest. 

Rhysand held his jaw, "She knows s few words and the alphabet. We will need to work on that to communicate with her," he ground out. "She can speak an ancient language I do not even know, but Amren might. Also, she's my fucking mate." 

Cassian watched in silence as Rhysand left the room, went upstairs, and slammed another door shut with a soft click to indicate he had locked it. 

Madja inclined her head to the bed they had ready for her, "Lay her down. I don't need her awake to know how healthy she is or what she needs."

Duar - "stop/hault"

[pinkie-pop]

Hello so I saw that you aren't doing headcanons at the moment so perhaps you could do a one-shot on self-aware savanna claw & their thoughts on the reader.....just a thought, like their opinions or feelings?

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Self Aware AU, Yandere Twisted Wonderland

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There's something strange going on between Yuu and Heartslyabul.

Leona wasn't one to care for what those prissy boys were up to, but this was getting hard to ignore. Hushed whispers about a so-called "player" would reach him, causing his ears to perk up in curiosity.

They were oddly...aggressive, Jack noticed. Whenever he went up to speak to Yuu (which was not often, he swears), the others would all crowd around, doing everything they could to disrupt the two's time together.

It was all so strange, and only by tricking the first years did Ruggie finally piece enough of the puzzle together to report to the others. To say he was baffled would be an understatement. It would not at all be a stretch to say this information was enough to shatter his entire worldview into pieces.

Yuu... isn't human. They aren't a beastman, merperson, or fae. They weren't a robot like Ortho, either. No, they were something entirely different. They were something new.

A puppet.

But what use is a puppet without its strings? Without a puppeteer, the puppet is nothing. That's where you come in.

"They call them the Player," Ruggie says, hands behind his head.

"The Player?" Jack asks. "Why the Player?"

Ruggie shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe it's cause they're playing those Heartslyabuls."

"Don't be ridiculous," Leona says. "There's no way they're self-aware enough to name 'em it for that reason."

"You got any better ideas?" Ruggie asks. Leona flicks his tail.

"Forget it. No use wonderin' about it. If you care that much go ask one of the ducklings. I'm going to sleep."

"Ducklings?" Jack turns to Ruggie. Ruggie shrugs.

"Yeah. Ducklings," Leona says. "They follow that herbivore around just like ducklings. Now, get out of my room." The two leave, with Jack giving an odd salute out the door. Leona rolls over in bed.

The Player, huh..?

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When Leona overblotted, he expected a lot of things. Suspencion, expulsion. Hell, he even expected some of his dorm mates to turn their backs on him or call him weak. What he didn't expect was to have a hand extended to him in his time of need. What he didn't expect was for that hand to be theirs.

Leona didn't have any interest in the Player, not at first. But now? Well, he wouldn't mind seeing them around a bit more often. If only those pesky Heartslyabul students weren't always crowding around...it irritated him. Yuu didn't smell like anything on their own, so it was easy for someone like Ace or Duece to rub their smell all over them. It was annoying. Really annoying.

Jack and Ruggie have also become fond of the Player in the time that they've known them, Leona realizes. Of course they would would. Nothing he's gained in his life has ever been gained easily. That's okay, though. He'll win in the end.

This time, he won't settle for second place.

[blackopals-world]

"My Son"

Celestial!FemYuu x Lilia Vanrouge

NOTES: based on hijo de la luna

Lilia had accidentally stolen from a goddess. Silver was her's first by right but technically Silver was his by claim. Fae rules are hard to get around.

The man abandoned the newborn on the mountain. He couldn't stand the idea of his wife cheating no matter what she claimed.

The baby wasn't his son.The child was pale as milk and his hair was as light as snow.

In his anger, the man had killed his wife but as heartless as he was he couldn't kill the child with his own hand. He left the baby to die in the hills by exposure or beasts.

The man was right the child wasn't his, not anymore. The child was marked, moon touched by his mother. The goddess had been promised the child to claim as her own.

Unfortunately, nothing had gone as planned. The baby had been left in the middle of the day where the goddess could not reach and by nightfall, she couldn't find him. She searched the earth desperately for her son only to find him in the hands of the fae.

Celestial and fae had rules and were strict when abiding by them. The fae had taken the child as his own since it was on his land and even named the baby. If the goddess tried to take the child there would be chaos across the realms.

Instead, she firmly made her way to face this fae father and demand her son back.

"No."

"I'm sorry what?!" Yuu asked incredulously, her skin glowing.

"Shh. You'll wake the baby." Lilia hushed her as he held the newly named Silver. The name bound the child. If Lilia didn't agree she couldn't take her son back. "You can't have my son."

"He's my son. I'm the reason he was born. It was part of the deal." Yuu growled quietly watching Lilia holding her baby to his chest.

"I'm not part of your deal. I found him all alone. What kind of mother leaves her baby?" Lilia scolded her as though she was a child herself.

"I can't help that I'm one of the moon spirits. I can't come out during the day."She snubbed.

"If you can't be there half the day why should you raise the child? How can you take care of him?" Lilia asked astonished, baffled by the goddess's shortsighted plan.

"I'm taking him to live with me in the heavens where he belongs. My palace will be his home, he has a nursery ready for him." Yuu placed her hands on her hips.

Lilia shifted to place Silver on a nest of pillows on the couch.

"Silver is mortal, he's human. He can't survive there." Lilia argued running a hand through his long hair.

"I've prepared paradise fruit. He'll become immoral like us-" Yuu explained feeling proud of herself. She had thought this through.

"No!" This time Lilia raised his voice. Silver didn't steer as the adults stared silently. "You can't decide that for him."

"It's what's best."

"He isn't going to be like us. He needs time to choose for himself."

"Do you want him to die?" Yuu sounded appalled her moonlit hair shimmering.

"No, I want him to be happy. Don't you?" Lilia reasoned with her enough to calm her down.

They sat down quietly for a while. They didn't want to argue but this was their baby.

"Do you want to hold him?" Lilia asked.

Yuu nodded as the fae handed the cradled baby off to his mother.

Silver was so small and warm. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. He looked just like her too with fluffy white locks. This was the child she desperately wanted. Opaque tears filled her eyes.

"Why would a goddess want a human baby?" Lilia asked her, his heats fluttering at the sight of the mother and child.

The goddess frowned before shifting Silver closer to her heart.

"I don't have a lover and I don't have the power to make a child alone. I could sculpt beings from stars but I can't make a baby." As she said this she held out her hand to show a pile formless stardust and turned it into a glittering bunny. "Spirits are part of all things that walk the earth. Every night I watch mothers and their families and I become a fraction of their being. I feel their love and I want to have that. I want a child to love."

"That's tragic. Do you really not have anyone to love in the heavens?"Lilia asked letting the star rabbit hop into his hand.

"Up there everything is different. I don't want to marry anyone there. Let's leave it at that." Yuu sighed.

"I can't give Silver to you. You are his mother, I'll recognize that but I'm his father. I'll take care of him here and during the night you'll take care of him." Lilia offered a compromise and hopes that they both can be happy.

Yuu agreed and their arrangement was established. Lilia took care of Silver during the day and every night Yuu came to take the night shift. It was ironic due to Lilia also being a night person.

The nursery was rebuilt in the castle with a crib made from clouds. She weaved curtains from soft moonlight. The stuffed animal were starlight animals Yuu animated.

Lilia was a much more goofy parent than Yuu initially believed. He couldn't cook but neither could Yuu since she didn't need to eat. They once tried cooking together and destroyed the oven.

Lilia also teased the goddess all the time about mortal culture. He told her that human mothers might get accused of eating the baby in their sleep(a real myth). She was horrified and didn't sleep near Silver until she was sure she wouldn't do that. It was Lilia's ploy to take up her spot on the bed so he could cuddle with his son. They eventually learned to share and all three shared the bad. The baby book Yuu read said it was healthy to sleep as a family and helped the baby regulate their sleep.

Lilia also mentioned a mom who dipped her baby in the river Styx to make their baby invincible. Yuu immediately tried to dip Silver in the river but she was stopped thankfully.

Yuu has a good storyteller too and Silver fell asleep to her voice every night. When Silver had a nightmare one night she gathered starlight into a lantern and made a nightlight for him. She stroked his hair until he fell asleep.

As Silver got older he believed that his parent were married. Lilia never corrected him and Yuu didn't know. It was heart breaking when he learned the truth and thought they got divorced.

Yuu lost her mind when she met Malleus.

"We have two babies?!" She asked panicking as she grabbed Lilia by the collar.

"Yeah, I thought you knew. We had him a few years ago and he grew so fast. Don't you remember having him?" Lilia said mischievously as the flustered goddess tried to wring his neck.

She fawned over Malleus and Silver endlessly. The boys slept tucked into their mother's side. While they slept, Lilia lay on the other side of them. He looked into her calm iridescent eyes as they smiled silently listening to the children coo in their sleep.

Somewhere along the line, she became his partner and the mother of his children. She wasn't his wife but she might as well have been.

Should the ring be a moonstone?

He held off as the boys got older and Sebek joined their family. Yuu was much softer on them and healed any cut they got rather than letting the healing naturally.

Silver developed magic similar to his mother, he summoned creatures to do his will as his mother made animals.

Silver's narcolepsy might have been caused simply because of his moon-touched nature. He was born that way.

Malleus got in the habit of going on walks at night due to his mother. When he was away at school it made her feel closer and watching over him. During the new moon, Yuu and Lilia disappear into the night together for "Adult time with no kids"

At some point, the pair were just called Mr. And Mrs.Vanrouge by the school. It's not like Silver could deny it as he looked just like his mother. Silver also never figured out he was adopted because Yuu didn't have pointed ears.

Yuu always wondered what her life would be like if she never asked for a child. Would she still be alone in her silver palace? She had never felt so much fear and anxiety or so much love and hope. The moon shines brighter these days.

[sukaaxo]

caught this in the notes of a fanfic. im baffled left to right throughout the whole damn thing 😭

fanfic was and is acc pretty good, enjoying reading it but the note threw me off.

we can cannot use irl societal imbalances in comparison with that of fae FAKE book characters that very clearly do not have problems with poc/foc. class problems are very very common in SJM books however racism based off of skin color has never existed in her worlds.

the imbalances in prythian are connected to class/culture/wealth etc and not skin tone (if so Helion and Tarquins courts would be viewed highly differently as both Summer and Day are described as being poc). the humans are disliked bcz they’re seen as weak for having no power. the illyrians come across as maybe gypsy/traveller inspo, they’re hated more for their culture than anything. the lower fae are disliked for being lower than the high fae which is a class problem. there’s nowhere that indicates any of the problems are connected to skin color.

lucien is not poc enough to even have been viewed as a poc for HUNDREDS of years, he’s blatantly described as looking like beron (pale white with red hair) so will not experience the (fake bcz it doesn’t even exist in prythian) skin color discrimination this person is making out he does. there cannot be an imbalance when no one even knows he’s connected to Helion (SJM said she viewed him as a ‘beautiful persian male’ so Lucien would be half persian at most PLUS it’s said LOA genes are incredibly strong which is why Beron married her in the first place and why Lucien is able to pass off as an Autumn court son). the Tamlin/Lucien dynamic is based off of the difference between a High Lord and High Fae. even tho they’re best friends, Lucien will never rank the same because he is not a High Lord (yet anyway) and this happens across all the courts

[witchofthesouls]

I saw one of your questions in regards to the Transformers and various interactions with the fae, and it has me laughing at the idea that some of the Decepticons wouldn't be intimidated at first until they fuck around and find out.

Like with Rumble and Frenzy stealing something strange from the beach or the Nemesis having a supernatural creature enough to shake the entire warship, it won't be long before the Decepticons endure the fae's wrath and that's hilarious.

Look, I had ✨️ Thoughts ✨️

Selkies are shapeshifters, so what if they shift into a form that's suited to the thief's own species?

So now, Soundwave has a new spouse "roommate" of supernatural origins because of Frenzy's and Rumble's "Ohhh, check out this swag!" moment and the idiots lost it somewhere inside the massive chaos the their private quarters?

At first, the other 'cons are baffled, then snickering, and end up either terrified or put off because, despite her stunning looks, she is otherworldly, frighteningly bizarre.

The thing is, humans only recorded the tales of a seal-wife trapped in a human form upon land and separated from her colony.

There are no tales of a seal-wife living inside a massive ship at the bottom of the ocean, right at the bosom of the abyss and cradled between sea and earth.

(Oh, and that's a Kraken getting cozy with the Nemesis. At first, it was upset and apprehensive at another potential predator in its turf, but now it's quite delighted it's able to bear its titanic mass.)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #10

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Warnings: implied past non-con

It was Thursday, and Iris was distracted with the oncoming dreaded Friday. So distracted, she forgot to mind her steps. Her ankle twisted over the slightly-too-long hem of her dress, and her heel rolled out from under her.

Kit caught her by the arms so fast it hadn’t even begun to hurt yet. 

“Thanks,” she said, wincing. Kit lowered her slowly to the ground, and her ankle throbbed.

“Really, Kit, it’s just a sprain,” she protested as he gently removed her shoe. It really hurt, but she could suck it up and deal with it. Life went on, and the pile of work didn’t stop getting bigger just because she was a wuss.

Kit didn’t pay her any mind, and she began to feel annoyed about it when Kit suddenly wrapped his cool hands around her ankle. Iris braced for the pain, but there was only a slight tingle and the scent of rain, and the soreness was gone.

She experimentally moved her foot, and there wasn’t even a twinge.

“How did you do that?” she asked, baffled. Kit hadn’t done any magic in the almost-week he’d been living with her, and she had assumed he couldn’t anymore.

“Do what?” Kit looked up at her, confused. 

“You just healed my ankle.” 

Kit’s eyes went wide, as if he didn’t even realize he’d done it. He glanced down at his fingers, wiggling them a little, and a small glow like a miniature sunbeam danced over his fingertips.

He beamed at the display, but as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. Kit moved his hand again, but nothing happened. 

“Oh,” he said, “That’s it.”

Kit looked like he was about to cry, and then his expression closed off into resignation.

Iris felt horrible, but there was nothing she could do. She put her shoe back on and stood, offering a hand.

“Come on,” she said, quietly. “I’m sure your magic will come back soon.”

“Right,” he muttered. He took her hand and got up. He didn’t try any more magic for the rest of the day.

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Iris dismissed him early, telling him to come back for dinner at six while she worked on papers.

Kit didn’t quite know what to do with himself, so he opted to go outside.

He had felt empty and lifeless since the ankle incident, and he really could use the comforting midday sun.

As Kit stepped out into the gardens, he realized he made a mistake. The massacred grass and isolated flowers only made him miss himself and the fae realm more. 

He couldn’t bear to look at the abomination they called a garden, and found an oak tree to sit under. Kit went to the other side of the tree to avoid the awful sight, only to be met with a view of nothing but the high stone wall.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he sat heavily on the rough grass.

He heard birdsong coming from the other side of the wall, so familiar but out of reach, and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Kit mourned the loss of his friends, the loss of his magic, the loss of home. Even his body wasn’t his, not after those horrible humans had pleasured themselves with it.

He wasn’t himself anymore, and hadn’t been for a long time.

“I want to go home. I want to go home.” he whispered to himself, as if wishing and saying it aloud would somehow make it happen.

He wrapped his arms around his knees, rocking, and wept.

Green leaves fell from the oak tree, as if weeping with him, and the branches shuddered.

Kit sobbed and sobbed, letting every frustration and sorrow flow out of him. He hadn’t cried since the first time the mortals helped themselves to his body, and he couldn’t stop.

He heard the signature sound of a metal armored boot behind him, and he clapped a hand around his mouth. He wept into his palm, trying to muffle himself, but it was too late.

“Hey,” said a soft voice, Brennan’s voice, and Kit screwed his eyes shut. He removed his hand and gasped in some air.

“What do you want?” he croaked, voice wrecked.

“Are you…” Brennan trailed off, probably noticing how stupid an ‘are you okay’ would be.

“I heard you crying,” Brennan settled on.

Kit shuddered, tears still streaming down his face. “I’ll try to be quieter,” he rasped.

Brennan moved closer, stepping fully around the oak.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I want to go home,” said Kit, curling further into the ground. “I want to go home,” he said again, mostly just to try and comfort himself with repetition. He tugged at his own hair, trying to stave off his emotions with the sting, but it didn’t work.

Brennan shifted, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“Okay,” said Kit. He felt empty, drained, and didn’t want Brennan there. He let go of his hair, smoothing it down to self-soothe. “Could you go away?” he asked. “Please?”

Brennan patted him on the shoulder, still awkward, and left.

Kit didn’t want to feel better, but the sun was shining, he’d cried it out, and maybe Brennan didn’t hate him.

He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, still trying to catch his breath and calm down.

“Five years,” he muttered. “Just five years.”

White lilies and purple hyacinths sprouted and bloomed at his feet, responding to his distress.

He brushed his hand over their petals, breathing in their perfume.

The plants swayed in the late summer breeze, and he smiled at them a little, forgetting himself. And then he remembered the gardener, and his heart ached again.

“I’m sorry,” he said to the flowers. “They’re just going to dig you up soon.”

The flowers couldn’t respond of course; even magic plants didn’t talk. 

But he sat with the blossoms and closed his eyes to drink in the sun, his misery abated.

For now.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @cupcakes-and-pain @loserwithsyle @cepheusgalaxy @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @virtualbreadtale

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

What if Yuu/(Y/N) was from another world? Not in the sense that they're from a parallel dimension to twst- but in the sense that they're straight-up from another planet. I think that'd be cool

I'm gonna do the reactions of the octatrio to alien!Yuu (because I have Octavinelle brainrot currently) but if you want me to do the reactions of the other dorms I can do that!

Not sure how good this is, but I hope you like it!

Azul Ashengrotto

Huh? How have you never heard of a contract?

It's a fairly common legal term, is it not?

And why are you so confused about the anemones?

Is there something wrong with you? Do you have amnesia?

Come to think of it, you don't exactly look... human...

No, you definitely aren't human. You clearly aren't a mermaid or beastman either.

Perhaps you're fae? Though it's very unlikely.

He just can't figure you out. Nothing about you makes sense. Your existence defies all logic.

"What are you?"

Azul doesn't seem very hostile, you see no reason in hiding yourself from him. So, you decide to tell him.

Believe me when I say he is surprised.

Another planet? That's impossible.

It... is impossible, right?

Idia's been talking about aliens recently. This must be a stupid prank, right?! (It is not)

Once Azul finally comprehends and accepts that you are in fact an alien, his business mind takes over.

"Say, (Y/N)... why don't you work for me for a small while...?"

If he had a real, live alien working for him in his establishment, then... ooh, the possibilities are endless!

You declined, but he'll get you to agree eventually!

Surely there's something you want.

And he'll find out what that is, eventually.

You didn't see him as dangerous before, and you still don't, but you definitely get the feeling you should be cautious around him. "Oh (Y/N)! I have an amazing deal for you! Huh? Where are you going? Wait up! I need to discuss the terms and conditions of this contract with you~!"

Jade Leech

He knows what you are, he knew you weren't of this world the moment he met you.

No human, mermaid, bestman, or fae has features such as yours.

And he's definitely seen you do some unnatural things.

You can lift approximately five times what someone of your weight should be able to, you secrete a toxic substance when nervous, certain parts of your body glow when it's dark...

You really are a wonder.

Jade finds you interesting, so interesting...

"Greetings, (Y/N). I know we don't talk much, but would you like to come with me to have tea with me? I promise you a pleasant experience."

You think of Jade as someone who is potentially very dangerous, so you hesitate to accept.

But after some "convincing", you decide to go along with him.

Well, he wasn't lying about the tea, which is good...

And then, well, he drops the bomb.

"I know what you are."

You begin looking around for any way out of this situation but then he laughs at you

"No need to be so scared. I find you fascinating, and I simply want to know more about you!"

You don't exactly believe that he's doing this 100% innocently, but you don't think he's outright lying.

So, you decide to stay a while longer and answer his questions.

He asks you about your anatomy, your home planet, your family, your strange features, your bioluminescence, that toxic substance you can make, your bone structure, your organs, why your species evolved the way it did...

Jade is very curious about you.

Almost to a suspicious degree. "Is that right? How fascinating. Please continue, (Y/N), I would love to know more about you! Hm? No, of course not! Never in my wildest dreams would I blackmail you with this information! I'm simply asking out of my own curiousity."

Floyd Leech

"I'll be honest with you... I have no idea what a shrimp is, Floyd."

He is just baffled when you admit that.

How have you never heard of a shrimp?

Much like Azul, Floyd just assumes there's something wrong with you at first. Either that, or you've lived a life so sheltered you've somehow never heard of a shrimp.

Whatever the reason, the fact that you don't know what a shrimp is keeps him awake that night.

As he's thinking about that interaction, laying in bed, eating his snacks, he recalls the time you first saw his mer form.

Didn't you whisper something to Crabby? Something like "What's a moray...?"

Huh. That's a weird coincidence.

And... when Azul overblotted and reverted into his mer form, you also seemed super confused and freaked out...

And when you saw all the fish and coral in the Mostro Lounge fish tank you looked like you'd never seen anything like it before...

Those are some weirdly coincidental coincidences.

And, you're body's pretty weird too... you don't look like a human. You've got horns and weird looking legs, not to mention the fact that you glow in the dark like he does in his mer form... you're really weird.

But it's probably nothing.

After laying in bed for another hour or so, the realization hits him all at once.

He runs to Ramshackle dorm as fast as he possibly can, still in his pajamas, and pounds on your door until it opens.

"SHRIMPY, YOU'RE AN ALIEN?!"

You're still half-asleep, and not sure why this six-foot-tall merman was yelling at you.

Floyd barges inside, and sits down on the couch, insisting you tell him everything about you.

Again, you're half-asleep, and would much rather not be in this siituation.

"Aha~! Us merfolk don't exactly have any stories of life on other planets, so this is pretty exciting!"

He thinks you're super cool!

He also wants you to know about him, since you probably don't have anything like him back home! He'll tell you all about his funky eel biology!

Unfortunately for him, however, that just made you feel more scared of him. In your mind, nothing that has poisonous blood and two sets of teeth is harmless.

You politely ask him to leave.

It does not work.

"Y'know, now that I know what you are, I don't really thnk 'Little Shrimpy' suits you too well, ehe... howsabout Magnapinna?"

You try pushing him out the door to no avail.

"I've never seen a magnapinna myself, since they live suuuuuuper deep down in the ocean, but apparently they look a lot like aliens! Suits you, doesn't it~?"

You can't get him to leave.

Like his brother, Floyd finds you very interesting. He thinks you're really cool, and weird, and interesting, and- you get the idea.

And he bets you think he's really cool and weird and interesting too! You know, if you've never seen something like him, you're probably amazed at him, right?

Oh, you don't find him cool?

You find him terrifying?

That's fine! That just means he can have tons of fun scaring you! "Hah? What's wrong, Magnapinna? Ya scaaaaaaared of me~? Ehehe... that's fine, that's fine... I'm not gonna eeeeat you or anything, so there's nothing to be scared of! You know... unless I decide one day that you're kinda tasty-looking, ehe! Anyways, why don't you tell me more about yourself? I wanna know more about you!"

[urstruly-ghst]

immortal human + younger! malleus

note : the story has an immortal human, but would soon turn back into their mortal ways

tags : gn reader

malleus draconia

What was it like to be torn into a million pieces? You and Malleus were still determining what went wrong. It was giving up something that lasted for centuries, giving up a taste of forever for a moment of temporary life. Instead of renewing the vows of eternity, the bond you so carefully bonded with hopeful whispers and promises, you turned away. You were not scorned, not even bridled with anger, just longing. 

Longing for the humanity you traded for 500 years of endless love.

As you stared at Malleus, who begged you with eyes you could never find in yourself to say “no” to, you let out a few tears. Five hundred years have gone by so fast with him; those years are something you would relive all over if you could.

“Is this really what you want?” Malleus asked, prodding you once more. He knew the answer, but this little part of his brain hoped. It clung on what little hope his heart could handle. You stare at him, smiling sadly; leaving him wasn’t easy. It would never be.

"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. Your majesty, if I'm being honest, I'm terrified." The fear that Malleus thought would never shine through with your bold decision manifests thickly into the air. Malleus bound the spell to be in full effect soon. Afterward, the two of you will be torn apart physically and mentally. The bond of two faes will diminish until a human heart emerges. 

Malleus, for the nth time, begged for you to change this. You’re still a fae; if you back far enough, you will remain that way. Maybe, if it weren’t the human heart within your ribs, you’d jump into the spell that is Malleus pleadings. His voice is an enchantment you have drowned in for over 500 years. It was all too simple if you gave in once again. 

However, that human heart beat in screaming colors– wildly contrasting the dark scape of the Briar you have lived in. Malleus still shined through it, but it was nothing compared to the thrum and chase humanity offered you. 

“Am I out of your grasp yet, your majesty?” You teased, shaking as the colors you have not seen within the last centuries began swimming in massive swarming waves. The breath you didn’t know you were holding coiled your stomach as you sat up, reaching into what you could never explain to anyone. It was as if you were reborn to a place you knew where you belonged. 

As you reach that space, your head turns to Malleus for the last time. Oddly enough, you feel as if you fell in love again. The warm entanglement called love somehow still reaches what people call a break-up; it baffles you.

That fuzzy feeling, the glorious and brightening feeling, still is present when you look at him. Malleus Draconia bewitched you even at the moments you’d leave him. Was it a folly of the human heart? Was it just your sentimental feelings resurfacing as you reached what is now an end?

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the spell? Or could it simply be because you never stopped loving him? 

“Your majesty?” You piped up as you felt lightheaded already. Malleus gently caught you as you felt like the world spiraled around you. Malleus had a panicked look, terrified the spell backfired on you. He was cursing his magic and was rushing to get physicians to assist him; however, you stopped him. Malleus stilled. Any touch you give renders him weak.  

That was when he knew that this exact moment was when things ended. No amount of begging can undo your decision and the spell.

So, instead of pleading with all his strength. Malleus listened with a bleeding heart.

“I still love you. Please remember that as I exit Briar Valley. Once I release myself from the woods, once I am in the clear– know every fiber of my being is bewitched on you alone, your majesty.” Malleus knew of your devotion towards him. No matter what happened to the both of you, he knew that when you shall be human again– his love will be ingrained in you.

“What are you saying, my love? Of course, I shall know. Even the soil you tramp on carries whispers of our love; I am sure of it. Each particle that has ever witnessed our love shall carry it for the world to see.”

You grinned. The love you both shared would surely never fade, but your heart longed for something beyond what that love could give. Selfish as it may seem, you both knew that once the heart beats– you’re gone.

“Please let me hear you say it to me once more, Malleus… Please say you love me.”

Malleus, while shakingly holding his tears, followed each command. 

“I have loved you for 500 years. I love you to this exact second and will continue loving you. Until the day you are cruelly taken away from me again.” 

[life-winners-liveblog]

I'm in a bit of a strange boat even as whispers go I think I'm human, but I get accused of being a fae a lot but also of being pretty much any of the fluffy hybrid species. I'm fairly sure I'm human though but like apparently no one looks at me and gets human vibes. I know I'm a cottage core gay but I don’t think it’s enough to get accused of being a woodland animal or fae, I’m just kinda baffled. (Also have a jar of animal crackers) -marigold

Pearl: Well, you might have a half-fae grandpa or something? It's rare but half-faes happen sometimes?

Grian: Or you might be a full human and just have a very fae aesthetic. That happens.

[busterswritehand]

You're Timeless To Me

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Roughly 180 years after the events of ACOSF, Lucien looks up to find that he is surrounded by strangers. Meanwhile, Nesta realizes she has stayed still while the world around her keeps moving. Misery loves company, but these two can hardly make small talk.

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Part 1

Strangers. Lucien Vanserra was completely and utterly surrounded by strangers. He sat at the council table created by him and his friends. His family. A small band of exiles that dared to dream - to want more for themselves and others below the wall. He had always known that he would outlive them. Mourn them. That he would be responsible for keeping their memory alive. He never considered, however, that everything he had built with Jurian and Vassa would outgrow him.

Lucien looked around at a council of human nations and territories. Some leaders were human or half-fae, some represented monarchies or democracies, but they all ignored him. He led the first generation of leaders alongside his friends, the second generation revered him as a sage, but this lot treated him like an ancient relic. They often bickered over each other as they were doing now. If they weren't arguing, they were scheming and schmoozing. In that way, they reminded him of the courts above the wall.

He wasn't sure why or how it had not hit him sooner, but Lucien missed his home. Not the Autumn or Spring Court or even Velaris - but Prythian. He had not returned since Elain's wedding, where her viper of a sister nearly bit his head off. Lucien couldn't believe it, but in that moment he missed Nesta too.

He missed familiarity - some sense of stagnation. Humans changed quicker than the seasons and developed new technologies too fast for him to keep up these days. Hell, with more readily available access to magic the human territories started to see an industrial boom. Lucien hated the isolation and unfamiliarity that plagued his everyday life. Once again he was without a true home.

He fidgeted with the crisp paper in his hands, his thumbs stroking over the creases left by his back pocket.

Dear Lucien,

I hope the human territories have continued to treat you well. I apologize for not reaching out sooner or more frequently.

Starfall is coming up. Maybe you would consider visiting us back in Velaris. The Night Court misses its old emissary, and I miss my friend.

Best,

Feyra

Lucien smiled faintly at the letter before looking back up at the dysfunctional group in front of him. When had everything devolved so much? They swore like sailors and acted like petulant children.

He sighed. Maybe it was time to return to Prythian.

-

Lucien knocked on the door of Feyre and Rhysand's river house in Velaris. He stood at the front steps, shifting in his clothes. As he waited, he peered back over his shoulders to look at the town.

Velaris beamed with the same technologies that thrived in the human world. Factories were being constructed on the outskirts near the edge of the mountain valley. The wealthier citizens drove around in their brightly colored automobiles on the cliffside roads bordering the city. He watched as tints of blue, red, and purple flashed past and around the city. They were accompanied by shrill honks and deep revving of engines as fae raced by.

Lucien's attention was swiftly ripped away from the city by the front door swinging open. Nesta stood past the threshold, staring down at Lucien. He took a step on the next stair and opened his mouth to speak. The door slammed shut - inches from his nose.

Lucien blinked, utterly baffled. He knocked again.

"Nesta," he said, "could you let me in?"

Silence. He knocked again. Stubbornness and pride kept him planted on those steps. He'd wait there all night if he had to. After all, he was invited to be their guest.

With his fae hearing he could make out the sound of shuffling footsteps then two female voices bickering. He listened closer. A satisfied smile peeked out from Lucien. It sounded like Feyra was chastising Nesta.

Sure enough, Feyra opened the door a moment later. A strained smile plastered her face. Nesta stood behind her in the shadows, glaring at the two of them.

Feyra's expression softened as she pulled Lucien into a welcoming hug.

"Sorry about her," Feyra said.

Lucien chuckled, "It's good to see that she hasn't changed a bit."

He watched the sour female silently scoff and walk toward the sitting room. Feyra leaned back, planting firm friendly hands on his shoulders.

"It seems like you haven't either."

As they studied each other, Lucien realized she had cut her hair into a short bob. The front pieces of her hair were braided towards the back. He contorted his face into comical shock.

"Has empty nest syndrome gotten to you that badly?"

Feyra rolled her eyes, shoving him playfully.

"Can a lady not change her hair once in a while?"

They laughed as Feyre welcomed him into her home.

[justrambles]

au where a lot of people in hawkins are fantasy/mythological beings (dustin is werewolf, wheelers are faes, robin's a witch etc) and steve is a guy. just a human. but it doesn't stop him from being the trusted babysitter in hawkins.

claudia's been busy lately, so steve has been taking care of dustin's dinner. he's trying right now to make some edible spaghetti, waiting for dustin to come.

he hears the door open and the kid is unusually quiet. steve pokes his head out of the kitchen and sees him them.

dustin is giving steve his most innocent smile, but it doesn't take steve's attention from the being next to dustin.

he looks like a human, minus the fact that he has two large horns protruding from his forehead, blazing golden eyes, blood red fingers, and a tail. oh and there's smoke coming out of his mouth.

"uh... dustin, who's that?"

"who's who? :)"

"the man next to you??"

"oh! you meant eddie! yeah, steve say hi to eddie. eddie, say hi to steve."

the being—eddie— waves, also with a innocent smile.

"and he is–?"

"ohhe'sjustademonisummonedwiththepartytoday. he's no harm, actually."

"what?!"

so yeah, the party thought it would be fun to summon a demon and because dustin did the main act of summoning, the demon—eddie— is now bound to dustin by contract. he can't go back to hell until he finishes the deal, and in the meantime he's got nowhere to stay. and the kids can't take him in, their parents can't know about eddie. this leaves steve's.

steve's baffled, because did he just become housemates with a demon? and eddie is just curious of the human that has all those beings wrapped around his finger.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Malleus+Chrysanthemums?

Malleus Draconia: 

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise.

It was another solitary day.

Malleus found that he still favored lone walks, even after being married. You would occasionally join him on his excursions, but you respected the time he wanted to spend alone, always waiting in the same spot for when he finally arrived home. You seemed to have a sixth sense for when your husband would finally appear home, waiting with an amused expression that told him ‘I can read you like a book’.

He never minded it, never minded being known, at least to you.

“Fae like dramatic things, right? Like rituals and whatnot?” He had raised an eyebrow at the random question you posed, nodding his head slowly; there were many things in his culture that were probably baffling to humans like you. “We should do like a special thing at our wedding. Like a promise?”

“Is marriage not already a promise?” He tilted his head with an amused smile as you pouted at him, rolling your eyes.

“Of course it is but it’s the same thing every person who’s married makes! We should have something special, just for us.” You had approached him at that point, looking up at him with loving eyes as he held your hands. “You’re a very special person to me, Malleus. I won’t have any trouble coming up with something special to say.”

“And you believe I would?” There were countless things he could say, countless vows he could make and promises he could, would, fulfill for you. He would burn the world down for you if that was what you wanted, but thankfully he’d chosen a lover who was not inclined toward violence or world domination.

“Mmm, well, we’ll see, won’t we?”

The wedding was wonderful. Elegant decorations, delicious food, you served up to him on a silver platter adorned in the finest clothing in the world. He could hardly tear his eyes from you, and luckily he didn’t have to; he didn’t think he was powerful enough to give anyone else his attention that day. The two of you poised at a long table with all those closest to you, Malleus stuck to your side (though others might say it was you who was stuck to Malleus’), it was a memory he cherished dearly.

He thought about you even now, on his walk where he was supposed to be alone with his thoughts. This path was one he treaded often, his own path created just by how often he’d stroll through the woods to this exact spot. It lead to an open field with only one point of interest, something special to him.

Malleus’ hands gently glided over the smooth stone, his finger tracing along the etched out curves that formed your name. The mausoleum was well taken care of by his own hands, his dedicated alone time often being devoted to this. There were numbers right below your name that had gotten a bit dusty, and while Malleus always felt a burning sensation in his chest when he saw it, he dutifully wiped the dirt away as he couldn’t let such a pristine show of love for you be muddled in any way.

It had already been some hundred years, he thought it would hurt less after all that time.

Until death do we part was one promise in marriage, but he had pulled you aside that night, holding you beneath the glow of the pale moonlight when there was finally a real chance to be alone.

“I make a promise to never forget you, no matter how many years pass.”

[quilleth]

'TIS TIME!!!!!

The first half of my fic for the @moshangevents Big Bang is now live!!

I also am SO excited I got to work with @hagelwolke on this!! Go check out the AMAZING art

Read the fic HERE!!

Rating: M; M/M; Mobei Jun/ Shang Qinghua Additional Characters: Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan, Linguang Jun, Original characters Tags: fae au, fae!MBJ/ human SQH, slow burn (?), mutual pining, curses, transformations, fairy tale tropes, eventual smut

Summary:

The Winter King was as cold and harsh as the lands he ruled. He did not take kindly to strangers, and those who crossed his boundaries vanished, never to be heard from again, or returned, incurably altered, mere shades of their former selves. Shang Qinghua knew the stories as well as any other, but that didn’t prepare him to meet Mobei Jun, the fae king of the North. Expecting to be punished for a transgression that was hardly his fault, he is surprised when the king merely insisted he join his staff, copying old records. Mobei Jun is just as unprepared for the strange allure the baffling human scribe seems to hold over him. He proves every bit as clever and skilled as he claims, however, and Mobei Jun soon grows to trust him. Like so many things in life, good things never last long, and their tentative relationship gets thrown upside down after an ill-thought kiss sets off an ancient curse.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

If i can , can i request to u do elaborate the Sebeks parts? Aka headcanons!

I really would like to see a mix of the rage boners ones and the "mc cursed me!-" "but ,Sebek ,dear they are magicaless"

Following His Mother's Footsteps

Gn Magicless Human Yuu. No description of Yuu. Minor spoilers for Sebek's parents. More comedic than canon-accurate also because idk much abt Sebek. Implied poly first years at the end

Context: A while ago there was a joke about how Sebek, despite despising magicless humans, follows in his mother's footsteps and falls in love with a magicless human. However, this doesn’t stop him from accusing Yuu of ‘bewitching’ or casting a spell on him. Mini headcanons rather than a drabble because I would get carried away.

Recently, Sebek has had a.. problem…

You see, recently every time he spends time around the Ramshackle Prefect, he notices that his heart seems to flutter and he gets uncharacteristically quiet. The usually loud alligator fae stumbling over words is unlike him. Just who was this human?

As time goes on, his symptoms worsen. His body started heating up when they got close to him. His eyes are always drawn to you. His cheeks started to become pink at the sight of your skin. The poor fae hasn’t felt this before; any crush he has had in the past was either his admiration for his comrades or simple puppy-love crushes that all kids experienced at some point.

Sebek was baffled at this feeling. It was deeper than camaraderie, yet… Could it be… Love? 

No. No way. The mere thought of it shocked Sebek. he wasn’t going to fall for a mere human and a magicless one at that! He has a prince to serve, he couldn't get caught up in such emotions. No one should have this sort of hold on him. He trained and conditioned himself to be wary of everyone around him, for Malleus’ sake.

There is just simply no way he should have caught feelings. Of course, he’s young and inexperienced, he is aware of this, so perhaps he should consult someone else. Someone like his mentor. There's no way he could like a magicless human like his mother!

“Kfufufu. Oh to be young and in love!~” Lilia purred teasingly, relishing in the shocked look Sebek gave. “LOVE?! Master Lilia, there is no way I could be in love, with a HUMAN no less!” Lilia’s grin grows. “Well then, I guess I don't know then…” Lilia said, feigning sadness. “I do hope you figure out these feelings of yours.”

You feel like Sebek has been staring a hole into your skull for the entire week. You honestly don’t know what you did, and for once he isn’t telling you! You tried your best to avoid him, even asking your fellow first years if they know anything, to which they shrugged.

Walking back to Ramshackle, you hear a familiar voice call— no, yell— at you. “HUMAN!” You huffed, you suppose it’s time to face this. “Yes, Sebek? Do you need something?” 

Sebek too there in front of you, staring you down, awkwardly at that. “… Well?” “Have you been lying to everyone, Yuu?” “Huh?!” “I mean- ngh! I mean are you capable of using magic?”

You shook your head, “I wish I was Sebek.” “So then why do you have this power over me?” You blankly stared, too sleep-deprived for this bullshit. “What?” “I mean just, every time I look at you, my face gets red and I get nervous and- and my heart keeps pounding. I'm never like this at all and no retainer of Malleus should be so… so… disgraceful.”

"I um…” “Surely this has to be a work of spell of you, you’ve bewitched me?” “So I take it… you like me?” “I! You- HUMAN!” Sebek huffed and turned around.

"NEVER MIND HUMAN, IT WAS NOTHING! FORGET EVERYTHING YOU HEARD!” Sebek's face was completely red as he walked off. You just stood and stared. First Ace, then Jack, and now Sebek? Just when did your life become a rom-com?