#man i would love another free roam from them but like... the wait...

[puhpandas]

what do u guys think the hw2 dlc is gonna be about

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

i want to request this in the most respectful way possible. what if you write... evil donna who was thinking of k*lling hunter!reader. like, reader was the daughter of her dad, a reclusive man who used to hunt lycans. reader doesn't live by the village's rules because of her dad who doesn't like the lords, especially miranda. a villager tasked reader to have donna's head by dawn. determined to prove herself to her father, naive and inexperienced reader came to her doorstep only having like, a shotgun with her lmaooo.

of course donna hates her already because of her advances, so donna decides to toy with her- making her hallucinate for hours, torturing her mind.

thinking better of it, she then decides to spare her life in exchange for getting into bed with her.

andddddd can you make it g!p? i live for dark donna 😩

Yess!!!! thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Bad choices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Hunter! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna

Word count: 7,939

Summary: You just wanted to prove your worth to your father...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

One by one, all those horrible lycans succumbed to your shots. The silence was only interrupted by your tired gasps. Dried blood covered your clothes and the fear of being about to die made your legs tremble.

It was just another day in your life, nothing out of the ordinary, even if it might seem that way.

For as long as you could remember, you had lived in that small cabin in the woods. Your father took care of you after your mother's death.

Surviving in a place like that was a complicated task, but luckily, over the years you had learned to defend yourself.

When you were very young, your family decided that a village like that was not the right place for you. They were not wrong. The domain of Mother Miranda, of the Lords, exercised a power in that place that was impossible to ignore.

Experiments, disappearances, maidens who never returned from that castle… It was a kind of free sample of hell, like when you wet your neck to get used to a cold lake and not get dizzy, a sample of that hell to which you were all condemned, a period of trial for your sins, something unfair, but inevitable.

Maybe that was one of the many reasons that led your family to isolate themselves from that place, maybe that hell didn’t deserve you sink into it. Living far from the village, imprisoned as prisoners, could also be considered hell.

But, unfortunately, the creatures that came out of that place roamed everywhere and, after your mother's death, your father only had one goal in mind. Kill them all, finish off the lycans, the Lords, Mother Miranda.

An impossible goal, but one that at least gave him a reason to get up in the morning and not sink, not surrender to the helplessness surrounding your life. Since you were a little girl, you trained.

You wanted to be part of that monster hunt, of that slow revenge that would culminate with the liberation of the village. You knew it was just an illusion, a mirage, but at least you would fight to live one more day, you would fight to finish off as many lycans as possible before nightfall.

But, despite your hard training, you still had flaws, too many, and you knew that your father had too much patience. You might not have the worries that the villagers had, but you had one that tormented you day after day: making your father proud of you.

Slowly, you returned to your home. The sky was reddened by the sunset, as if the elements of nature could also be stained with the blood of those monsters. It was a silent path, a humiliating one.

“You're making the same mistakes again,” your father whispered, when the cabin doors closed behind you. You lowered your head, leaving the shotgun on a table.

“It's not my fault. They attacked me from behind,” you defended yourself, getting rid of your jacket and the ammunition cartridges, disappointed for having been on the verge of dying, again.

“Of course they did it, (Y/N),” the man reproached you, putting a hand on your back. “I've told you many times that…”

“Two eyes are not enough,” you interrupted, making him sigh. “I know, father.”

“Knowing is not enough,” he said, crossing his arms. “If you make mistakes, you will pay with your life.”

“I suppose the next time I should stay here cleaning the house, right?” you said angrily, with your own shame manipulating your words.

“I didn't say that,” the man said, wiping himself with a handkerchief. “You're a good hunter, (Y/N), but you can always improve.”

“Yeah, right,” you sighed, looking away so your blush due to your mistakes wasn't seen by your father. “I'm going to take a bath.”

Night had fallen in the forest and with it, tranquility. Slowly, barely looking at each other, you dined under the comforting fire of the fireplace.

“Tomorrow morning we'll go hunting again,” your father commented. You looked at him, playing with your food, and nodded. “Unless you're too tired.”

“I'm not tired,” you protested, with a cold look. The man smiled amused, shaking his head. “There are still too many lycans in this forest.”

“I know, but I only have one daughter so…”

“Yes, yes, I'll be more careful,” you said, a little more relaxed, enjoying those moments that didn't make you feel trapped in a constant nightmare. “I'm going to pick this up.”

When you got up, the sound of the door caught your attention.

Your father motioned for you to keep quiet while he took his gun and approached the entrance. With a knowing look, he told you there was no danger. It was probably another villager who was willing to pay to free him from the monsters that destroyed his crops, nothing out of the ordinary, so you walked to the small kitchen without giving it any importance.

Once with the clean plates, you returned to the small living room while your father closed the door, crumpling a paper and shaking his head.

“Who was it?” you asked curiously, watching as the man threw that ball of paper into the fireplace.

“A villager,” he commented, dropping into the armchair. “One who believes we are immortal.”

“Why do you say so? What was the job?” you asked curiously, approaching the fireplace with your eyes fixed on that ball of paper, one that the fire had decided not to burn.

“Forget it, (Y/N)…” he sighed, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, you know I don't drink,” you said amused, walking slowly towards the fireplace.

“That's why you're better than me,” your father murmured, closing his eyes, resting from that busy day.

Unable to help yourself, you crouched down to the fireplace, picking up the crumpled piece of paper and startling your father, who frowned as he sat up correctly with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Donna Beneviento,” you read. Only that name was written on that piece of paper; the name of one of the four Lords, a name you knew well, as did your father.

“You see? That boy is completely crazy,” the man commented, snatching the paper from you and this time, making it burn irremediably in the fireplace.

“Why?” you asked, sitting in the other chair, frowning.

“He thinks it's easy,” he murmured, playing with the ice in his glass. “Apparently his brother wasn't the smartest in the room, and he entered Beneviento’s territory several days ago. He hasn't returned.”

You nodded, swallowing, frightened by that statement.

“Does he want us to look for him?” you wanted to know. Your father drank the glass in one gulp and laughed mockingly.

“Oh, please, both of us know that poor wretch is already dead,” he commented in a dark voice. “What he wants is Beneviento's head on a pike.”

“It's understandable,” you said, nodding, watching the fire burn that name, that powerful name.

“It's stupid, (Y/N),” your father said, amused. “If it were that easy, we would have already done it.”

“But, but she's the weakest Lord, right?” you asked curiously.

Of course, you knew all the Lords, you had studied them with your father, thus maintaining the hope that one day you could free the village from their yoke.

“Weakest? What makes you think that way?” the man asked, pouring himself another drink while laughing unpleasantly.

You shrugged, thinking of all those notes you had stuck on the wall, those horrible photos of the four leaders of the village. The mysterious woman in black was one of them.

“I don't know, it seems that way,” you sighed, looking at that black dress, that sinister puppet the lady held in her arms.

“Appearances can be deceiving, (Y/N)…” your father said, in a low voice, leaning towards you. “Beneviento is dangerous, and I'm not crazy enough to want to confront her.”

“She's just a psycho nutcase,” you commented, remembering all the information you had about her. “Maybe we could take advantage of the fact that it's nighttime and…”

“No, (Y/N), forget it. It's impossible,” your father interrupted you, something that frustrated you.

“But…”

“No buts. I don't plan on risking my life and yours because you continue to be reckless.”

“You say that because you think I'm weak. You don't think I'm capable of finishing her off,” you growled, childishly crossing your arms.

“Of course you're not capable of finishing her off. And neither am I,” your father said, with a darker look, a warning one. “You have to learn where we are in this place, what our limitations are.”

“You mean mine,” you murmured angrily, upset by your own uselessness, for not being able to be at your father's level and stop being a burden on the hunts.

“It's nothing personal,” the man said, looking away. “I just care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, good night,” you said ironically, getting up from the armchair and going to your room.

You could be a girl with logical reasoning, with enough cold blood to accept your father's reprimands and recognize that you were far below his level. But you felt guilty, you felt like you were nothing more than a burden, that you could never be on his level.

Tucked into bed, you thought about your trips to the forest, the times he saved your life because you were careless. You were tired of being weak. Your father may not have said it but… Surely he was disappointed to have a daughter like that, a daughter incapable of making him proud.

Deep down you knew that you were not as strong as him was logical, that experience was something you didn’t count on and that you would possess in time. But you were still young, proud and reckless.

In your head there were no longer lycans, samcas or creatures that you had the opportunity to face. That paper burning in the fire also burned in your mind: Donna Beneviento.

You didn't know much about her. You knew she made sinister dolls, she had some kind of power related to flowers, she was sick, she was withdrawn and she didn't usually leave her old mansion.

It might be true that appearances were deceiving but a normal, ordinary woman, no matter how powerful she was, seemed like an easy target, she seemed like the first Lord with a real chance of falling.

Then your mind wandered to an idea, the worst of your life, a decision you would regret.

What better way to show your father that you were worthy as a hunter than by bringing him the head of one of the most powerful people in the village?

It seemed crazy, it was crazy, but in your head you could only see your father's proud smile, the relief of realizing that you were no longer a burden.

With a grunt, without thinking about what you were actually doing, you got out of bed, put on your jeans, a jacket, and discreetly loaded your shotgun, grabbing a flashlight and opening the door slowly, avoiding the sound.

The cabin was dark, silent. Surely your father was already asleep, fine. The night was your best ally.

With a map in hand, you went out into the forest, where an eerie silence reigned. You were so excited to finish a Lord off that you didn't even think about the dangers that surrounded you. Luckily, the other creatures seemed to want to do you the favor of staying calm, as if they themselves knew the danger you were going to face.

“Okay...” you murmured, looking at the wooden doors that delimited the territory of House Beneviento. A shiver ran down your spine and you looked back, with the logical impulse to turn around. “No, no, no,” you repeated to yourself, going through the doors, lighting the way with the flashlight.

Slowly, you walked through that sinister place, full of dolls hanging from the trees, like a dark omen of what your future would be.

More forest, a wooden bridge and finally, a clearing disturbingly decorated with a grave, the grave of a little girl.

The elevator seemed to have no problem letting you ride it and the sound it made as it climbed the mountain made that cowardly trembling of your legs increase while you repeated to yourself over and over that you wanted to do it, that you had to do it.

When you got out and that horrible waterfall was in your field of vision, a strange dizziness passed through your mind, almost knocking you to the ground.

You didn’t give it any importance and continued walking, pointing forward with your shotgun.

The house was dark, there were no lights, no one seemed to be awake. That gave you the courage to walk towards the entrance, taking cover against the wall. Nothing, you couldn't hear a sound, not a creak, there was no one.

Slowly, trying not to make your footsteps in the snow make too much noise, you circled around the old mansion, finding to your good fortune that the ground was indeed clear. Always sticking to the wall, looking around like your father taught you, you approached the wooden door, telling yourself that everything would be fine.

Your father was right, you were naive.

You stood in front of the door, with the shotgun shaking in your hands as you gathered momentum to kick it open, to catch the dark lady by surprise. A bad decision.

Before your foot made contact with the wood, the door opened with an ominous creak, revealing the darkness inside. The gun shook in your hands, fear surrounded your entire body, but that ephemeral bravery that made you want to prove your worth to your father made you forget the possibility of turning around, of running away.

You took a step, then another, placing one of your hands on the wooden door, opening it completely and entering the darkness.

The flashlight illuminated that sinister mansion. The light passed through all its corners, through every corner. You walked through the old wood, hoping that its creaks would not alert your prey, forgetting the fact that the door had opened by itself, and that you had long since ceased to be safe.

You leaned over the railing of the stairs, illuminating the upper floor. No one.

A portrait adorned the wall, a portrait of a beautiful woman, with a cold and stoic look, Donna, without a doubt. The doll gave away her identity.

Your shoulders relaxed and you frowned with a strange smile. She was truly the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, far from the legends and speculations that spoke of what was behind her black veil.

“Wow... You look hot... Damn freak,” you whispered, unable to look away from those cold eyes, from that pale skin.

Your impudence would take its toll on you sooner or later, but no one could blame you for being weak before the beauty of a woman, you always were, without remedy, and, being isolated from society, that weakness worsened.

With a sigh, you turned the beam of light away from the painting and continued walking, opening the door that led to the living room. You held your gun firmly, hoping to meet that sinister beauty. Nothing new, darkness was the king of that place.

Creepy dolls, dust, old furniture, old movies, and books, lots of books. That was what was in that place. There was no sign of Donna Beneviento. You would have to keep moving.

You walked to the door at the end of the room and, checking once more what was around you, a gloomy and endless darkness, you reached out to reach the knob. You didn't manage to do so.

Suddenly, all the lights in the house came on, startling you, forcing you to close your eyes because of that sudden and annoying light. Your heart was beating fast and your legs were shaking irremediably. You had been caught.

You turned around, with your shotgun raised, with your finger on the trigger. There didn't seem to be anyone there, not until you blinked recklessly and a sinister laugh reached your ears.

In front of you, fear itself, the lady in black, Donna Beneviento, holding the doll in her arms, who seemed to be having a lot of fun with your fear.

“What do we have here?” the puppet asked, flying impossibly, launching itself at you from the arms of its owner. “An intruder,” she laughed sinisterly.

Determined to finish her off, you fired the gun, or tried to. The emptiness in your hands left you perplexed, your shotgun had disappeared. You shook your head, searching all over your clothes for some clue of where your gun had fallen, of how it had disappeared without you noticing.

“You're stupid, stupid,” the doll sang, dancing around you. The lady didn't move, she just watched. “My friends will finish you off.”

You, blocked by fear, stayed glued to the floor, watching how, around you, there seemed to be a few sinister dolls, different, armed with knives, who didn’t hesitate to throw themselves at you, making you fall while the Angie puppet flew back into the arms of its owner.

“Silly, silly...” the doll mocked while you kicked and waved your arms, trying to get rid of those sinister dolls.

“Shit,” you protested, throwing the last of them across the room. When you managed to stand up, the lady was no longer there, nor was the doll, loneliness fell on you heavily and a cold sweat began to rise up the back of your neck.

You searched everywhere, but your weapon was no longer there. You could only flee. You could only run to your house and regret having gone to the old estate. But it was not going to be that easy.

There was no door anymore, no windows, there was nothing, just darkness, as if someone was shining a spotlight on you, as if the show was about to begin.

A fairly accurate statement, as dangerous footsteps approached you, laughter and sinister moans penetrated your mind, forcing you to cover your ears. There was no way out, no escape.

Monsters, ghosts, memories… All of them started to attack you mercilessly. Deformed people chased you through the hallways, the ghosts of your family reproached you for your lack of responsibility. Your whole world, your whole mind was turning against you.

Unable to escape from those monsters, you decided to take refuge in a corner, wishing the nightmare would end.

Pain, fear, was the only thing you could feel.

“Please, stop, stop,” you repeated between sobs, with all those terrible figures harassing you without remedy. “Stop!”

That last agonizing cry made you feel even more dizzy, made you close your eyes, pull your hair, give up. You fell to the wooden floor, breaking down in tears, with the voices of your worst memories harassing you incessantly.

Suddenly, a flash of light blinded you, returning you to a place you didn't think you'd seen, a crumbling ceiling that appeared above you. Sweat ran down your body, panic made you tremble as you writhed on the floor. Little by little, the voices disappeared, the presences abandoned you. It was all over.

Catching your breath, you sat up, looking around. No, it hadn't been a nightmare, you hadn't dreamed of putting yourself in danger, you were still at the Beneviento estate, sitting on the floor, with beads of sweat soaking an old carpet.

“Did you have fun, you silly, silly?” A squeaky voice hurt your ears.

The Angie doll suddenly appeared, lunging at you. You were exhausted. You didn't even have the strength to push her away from your body.

Before fear could allow you to react, something or rather, someone, pulled at your jacket, pulling you to your feet abruptly and pushing you towards a chair, where you fell with a thud. Donna Beneviento. Her black dress, her covered face, were very close to you, growling furiously after lifting you off the floor.

With a slow step, the lady circled around you, the silence only interrupted by the endless laughter of the doll. After acting as a carrion bird, she sat in front of you on a chair, breathing calmly, without moving, without speaking.

“Donna, Donna!” the doll shrieked, climbing onto her lap and pointing at you mockingly. “Did you see how she writhed, how she suffered? How funny… Do it again, torture the intruder,” she said, comically pulling at her dress.

The lady stopped being motionless, shaking her head, gesturing to the doll to get off her lap, looking at you again serenely, unfazed.

“What…?” you sighed, with a thread of voice, with your throat sore from the cries for help. How long had you been running away? You couldn't know. “What have you done to me?”

“I'm the one asking the questions, stupid,” the doll protested, walking back towards you, making you involuntarily step back. You were still terrified. “How dare you show up unannounced? We love guests… Don't we, Donna?” she muttered mockingly, circling you while jumping childishly.

The lady moved again, nodding, standing upright in that chair, in front of you.

“I don't…” you said, feeling a terrible sting in your throat, causing you to cough terribly. You should have been screaming for a long time, blood dripped on your hands and your vocal cords shuddered from the dryness of your mouth.

A tired sigh came out of that black veil as Lady Beneviento slowly stood up, picking up what looked like a glass of water from a table, approaching you.

You, horrified by that presence, turned your head away, preventing that black dress from brushing against your jacket, avoiding any attempt by the woman to give you a drink.

“Non muoverti”  the lady hissed in a hoarse, soft voice, struggling with you, trying to give you something to drink that surely was not water.

With an annoyed gasp, the woman grabbed your cheeks tightly with one hand, making you hiss in pain and tilt your head up, letting the clear liquid spill down your throat.

You gasped in annoyance, choking on the liquid of life while Donna put the glass back on the table, an opportunity you took to take out a knife you kept in your sneakers, throwing yourself at the lady in black.

As expected, she grabbed your wrist, twisting it tightly, forcing you to throw the knife away before pushing you back into the chair. You grabbed your aching hand, protesting and squeezing your eyes shut. That was the end for you.

With a sigh, apparently not giving importance to your audacity, the lady sat down in front of you again, gesturing to her doll, which ran to your side again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Angie asked, with a slightly different tone that made you frown.

“What…” you whispered, your voice regained thanks to that glass of water. But you were still terribly scared.

“Answer me, you fool, fool!” the doll demanded, as if it were its own owner, yelling at you, as if she were losing her patience.

“My… My name is…” you stammered, controlling your nerves, remembering your father’s lessons, gaining more confidence, unfortunately. “I’m not going to say anything…” you growled, spitting out the words, squinting at the woman in black, ignoring the puppet.

“Quiet, huh? Look, you have something in common with my Donna,” Angie joked, her tone sharper. At least you could study the situation, find out more about that woman in mourning and then, then die…

“Ask me by yourself, come on,” you said defiantly, shaking your head at Donna, who tilted it curiously.

The doll growled furiously, hitting your leg with her wooden arms.

“Don't talk to my Donna!” she shrieked angrily.

“If you have something to say, come on, say it,” you continued to demand, ignoring the pain in your legs. “Speak, come on, speak!”

The lady in black stood up abruptly, pushing the doll out of her way by leaning over the chair, making the fabric of her veil dance over your head. You held her gaze. Inside you were praying to survive, outside you seemed invincible, it seemed like you weren't about to faint.

“I know you,” a hoarse whisper came from the black fabric. Donna grabbed your chin again, squeezing it hard, digging her nails into your skin. No matter how hard you struggled, fear kept you from moving. “You're that little cagna who lives on the outskirts of the village…”

“What did you call me?” you asked furiously, struggling not to show the pain her grip produced. “Let me go!”

“Are you demanding me?” she asked with a melodic accent, releasing you unpleasantly, moving away arrogantly. “I'm the one who should demand you, don't you think?”

“That's it!” Angie added, not letting her presence fade. “Stupid!”

“Yes, yes,” the lady commented, pacing back and forth, making her dress dance with each step, making your gaze unable to separate from her. “You and your father have been pestering for a while, finishing off Mother Miranda's creations.”

“Yes, and we will finish all of you off, don't doubt it for a second!” you shrieked, intoxicated by a naive bravery, by hiding the death you would surely suffer in a dark corner of your thoughts, not letting fear overcome you.

“I see,” Donna whispered, shaking her head. “That's why you came, isn't it? You came to kill me.”

“Yes,” you said without fear of reprisals. You were already lost. At least you would die with pride.

Donna nodded disinterestedly, turning abruptly soon after, totally unexpectedly, grabbing the collar of your shirt.

“Sure, of course... We're going to kill poor Donna, the mentally underdeveloped, the crazy one, the one who doesn't know how to defend herself!” she shouted furiously, her knuckles white as she squeezed your clothes, while she pulled you hard until you fell to the ground. “Well, you've got me wrong!”

You crawled along the floor, holding the arm you hit in the fall, fleeing as far as possible from that angry lady, as sick as you had heard. With a painful effort, you crawled where your knife had fallen, being interrupted by a heel in your hand, making you scream in pain.

“Stay still!” the deranged lady yelled, bending down and lifting you by the collar of your clothes, shaking you nervously. “Do you think I'm weak?! Do you think I'm worse than my siblings?! You think because I'm crazy I can't stop you from finishing me off?! Porca puttana, answer me!”

“N, n,” you stuttered, struggling in her grip, now showing all the fear you felt.

“N, n? Where's your bravery now, stupid girl?” she mocked furiously. She had completely lost her mind in a moment. Your end was getting closer. You should have listened to your father.

“Hey, hey, Donna,” the doll interrupted, tugging at her dress, drawing her attention. “Relax, relax, remember what Miranda said, count to ten…” the doll said.

The lady growled, letting you fall back to the floor while moving her hands erratically, probably looking for something to strangle.

“Sit down,” she said in a calmer, softer voice, as if that relaxation technique had served to control her madness. You remained motionless on the ground and she sighed again. “Siedeti!”

Trembling and holding back a sob, you obeyed, climbing back onto the chair.

“Donna…”  the doll whispered, also frightened by its owner's attitude.

“Why don't you just kill me?” you asked, panting nervously, letting the tears of your cowardice show themselves in front of her, running down your cheek uncontrollably.

“Don't… Tell… Me… What to do,” she whispered, clenching her fists on either side of her hips, childishly thumping the floor.

“Don't tell her what to do, stupid!” the doll repeated, with a cocky pose, with her hands on her hips.

“It's always, always the same,” the lady murmured nervously, putting on her veil, with a laugh that reflected her madness. “Poor Donna, she's so lonely, so weak, so mentally ill… Come on, we'll protect you, little sister, no one can hurt you,” she rambled.

Your legs shook, your whole body ached and your mind had long since been overcome.

“I'm fed up, you know?” she said, looking at you, with a tone that seemed calmer, it seemed. “I'm fed up with you all thinking you can hurt me just because I don't have a metal army and I don't sleep with 20 maids a day.”

You didn't say anything. You kept your cold gaze, unsuccessfully searching for a way to escape.

“What's your name?” Donna asked, with the same nervous laugh, pointing at you in a strange way. “What's your name!?” she shouted when she didn't get an answer in less than a second.

You moved in the chair, closing your eyes at her screams.

“(Y/N),” you whispered with your voice broken by fear, with the feeling of seeing your life pass before your eyes. Donna laughed with satisfaction, comically moving the finger that pointed at you.

“(Y/N), good,” she said with a lower, softer tone, far from her anger, from her madness. “That's much better…”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked, gaining confidence again, checking that the black lady's outburst of rage had faded.

“What were you going to do to me?” she asked back, crossing her arms, breathing deeply, as if trying to control herself.

“A piece of advice,” a voice whispered in your ear, the Angie doll, who had climbed onto your body without you noticing. “You'd better tell her the truth.”

You looked at the puppet and then at the lady, who was kicking the floor impatiently again.

“I was going to… Kill you,” you whispered quietly, lowering your gaze, searching your mind for a way to behave, a non-existent possibility of getting out of there alive, one that didn't seem possible.

“Mm,” the lady murmured with disinterest, looking at her nails as she nodded. “You're sincere, I like it. Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think I should do with you?”

“I, I don't know,” you said with a slightly louder tone, with your gaze shadowed by helplessness.

“Silly girl,” she murmured amused, shaking her head. “It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I've always been a woman of word, you know? I believe in justice.”

You couldn't help but let your irreverent side come out of your body, forming a mocking smile on your face.

“You? Two days ago you killed a man just because he snuck into your territory,” you hissed, holding her gaze.

“Oh, now it turns out I can't protect myself,” she mocked, moving her veil along with her head, letting herself fall into the chair, crossing her arms. “The same thing again… Silly Donna has to let a dirty thief break into her property.”

“Thief?” you asked confused.

“You talk too much, (Y/N),” Donna commented, dragging out her words. “But you don't know anything. You should learn that when a vermin sneaks into your house... Your duty is to crush it,” she said, emphasizing her words with a stomp on the floor.

You shook your head, passing a hand over your sweaty forehead.

“You're sick,” you whispered, giving up everything. You would die, yes, but you wouldn't let yourself be overwhelmed easily.

“Mm, maybe I am,” she commented with disinterest. “But you're dead.”

“You know what I think? You're a coward, Donna Beneviento,” you growled, still not knowing very well why, as a last challenge, the last of your life. “You think you're strong enough to face everyone, but you can't even face it…”

“Sei una stupida…” the lady hissed, searching around the room for a pair of scissors that she looked at with interest, running a finger along the shiny edge.

“If you're going to kill me, at least show your face!” you screamed, already desperate, losing your mind.

Donna turned towards you, with the scissors in her hand, getting closer until that lavender scent flooded your senses, confusing you.

“Do you want to see my face?” she asked in a threatening whisper.

“I want to know what kind of monster is going to kill me,” you said, looking away.

It could be your imagination, but it seemed to you that the lady laughed, before moving away and removing the black veil from her face. Lady Beneviento revealed herself, showing her appearance, so similar to the portrait, so different at the same time. A horrible scar occupied part of her right side. Something inside you was moved by that vision, something in your mind could only think of one word: beauty.

“Well, let's get this over with,” she said, waiting a bit for you to react, something you didn't do, you stood petrified, hating yourself for thinking that way about your captor, your executioner. “Save your begging, I hate it.”

“I'm not going to beg,” you said with a broken voice, with a hatred for your own thoughts, for the attraction that this dangerous woman was exerting on you without wanting it.

“Kill her now, Donna! Kill her!” the doll demanded, jumping happily on a sofa.

With a sigh, with a strange gleam in her only eye, Donna put the scissors on your neck, making you close your eyes, waiting for your death in the most serene way possible. That cut never came. The blade of those scissors never cut your skin. The lady in black sighed, releasing you from the grip she had on your hair.

“You're not scared,” she murmured, making you open your eyes in confusion, breathing calmly, regaining your normal heartbeat. “My appearance should disgust you, why aren't you scared?!”

You shook your head, frowning, not understanding her erratic attitude.

“You don't scare me. Your appearance doesn't disgust me. You may be a monster, but you don't look like one,” you whispered, letting out the pure truth of your thoughts.

Donna was confused, running a hand over the back of her neck, breathing heavily, leaving the scissors on a table. She seemed nervous.

With a sudden movement, the lady approached you again, moving your face with her hands, as if she were studying your features, with a confused look, with one eye shining strangely, with lavender intoxicating your thoughts again.

“Che bella sei, mm?” she murmured, far away from that place, with her thoughts wandering erratically through a world to which you were completely alien.

“I don't understand,” you said, swallowing, getting nervous because of her proximity, because of the hand that was now slowly moving down your chest, without asking permission.

A smile that seemed to you the most beautiful you had ever seen adorned her face, making you have to close your eyes so as not to get lost in her beauty, so your thoughts didn’t wander aimlessly through dangerous places.

“I guess you don’t,” she sighed, with her incessant caresses surrounding your body, with a velvety tone, with a marked accent, getting closer to your ear. “Maybe I'm being hasty…”she whispered sensually, giving you a shiver.

“What are you doing, silly Donna?! Kill the intruder, kill her!” Angie shouted.

Donna looked at you again, forcing you to open your eyes, holding your gaze in a curious way, in a way that made your heart beat faster.

“On second thought…” she murmured, moving away from you. Your treacherous body protested the lack of her soft touch. “I like you, silly girl. Maybe you can do something to save your miserable life.”

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, shaking your head, coming out of that little unwanted daydream.

She smiled again, putting on an innocent face, leaning against a wall in a cocky way.

“Let's make a deal. I'll let you live and you…” she murmured, studying your reaction.

“I, what?” you asked immediately, when her gaze darkened again.

“You have sex with me,” she said with total naturalness, making you open your eyes wide at that proposal, one that you didn’t expect at all.

“What? You must be joking,” you said with a mocking laugh, shaking your head. You didn't know why you were even considering that possibility, but you didn't want her to notice.

“Do you know how hard it is to be here alone?” the lady asked mockingly. “Always alone, with no one to come visit me… with no one to, well, to attend to my needs as a human being…”

“That's not my problem,” you hissed, fighting your own desire. “You have money, you can pay for that.”

“How rude,” she protested, with a mocking sneer. “Do you think I'm like my sister? I never buy anything that's used.”

“You are disgusting,” you growled, surprised by those comments.

“Am I? Well, in that case... Angie, cut her throat!” she shrieked, gesturing towards the doll, which grabbed the scissors, climbing up your body.

“No, no, wait, wait!” you screamed scared, closing your eyes, waiting for your end, again.

“Time is a very precious commodity, (Y/N), make a decision now,” Donna murmured, pushing the doll away to caress your cheek in a sinister way, with a cold look, with that same look from the portrait.

“Tic, toc, stupid,” the doll sang, moving the scissors in a threatening way.

“I…” you murmured, confused by that decision, one that your disturbed head had already made without your permission. “Okay.”

“Do we have a deal then?” the lady asked, with a triumphant smile.

You, embarrassed by your instincts, by the desire that woman made you feel, shook your head up and down, biting your lip.

“Come,” she said curtly, pulling your wrist and dragging you through the mansion. You, nervous and scared, felt ashamed of yourself for accepting something like that, but at the same time there was something inside you that screamed for it. You were weak, in more ways than you thought.

“Stand there,” the lady in black ordered you in a gruff voice, revealing her own desire. You lowered your head and walked through the shabby bedroom, placing yourself in the indicated spot.

You didn't want to look at her. You didn't want to take your eyes off the floor.

“Are you a virgin, silly girl?” Donna asked, sitting on a chair in front of you. You refused to answer, causing her to sigh listlessly. “Angie!”

“No, no, please...” you said, making a gesture with your hands so the lady's fury would calm down again. “Y-yes, I am.”

She nodded curiously, not mocking, but smiling sinisterly, blinking in amusement.

“Well, I like you more and more,” she murmured, pulling your wrist to get you closer, getting up and capturing your lips in a slow, hot kiss, one that burned your lips, that made your whole body relax immediately.

It was a strange first kiss, but terribly sensual, causing sensations you yourself didn't know you could have, causing your body to move, your hands to travel to her waist, making you start to enjoy those soft caresses on your lips.

After a few moments of tender kisses, too tender, too soft, she pulled away, running her tongue over her lips, with a smile that confused even you. It could be lust, and it was, but there was something else in her gaze, the desperation, the loneliness that would disappear from her life, at least for a while.

At what point did you start to feel sorry for her?

“Stay there,” she said, sitting back down in the chair with a satisfied sigh. “Come on, tesoro, get naked. Don’t make me repeat it.”

You nodded, freeing yourself from your beige jacket, letting it fall to the floor among your trembling hands. Your body was burning from those kisses, your hips moved in confusion from the lack of contact, from the desire for contact. Maybe it was a hallucination. Maybe you were a stupid girl who fell into the trap of her enemy, her supposed enemy.

Little by little, that pile of clothes grew. Your shirt, your pants, your bra… Your fingers hesitated with each piece of clothing that was torn from your skin, but your breathing became more and more complicated, especially if you raised your eyes to look at the lady who was caressing herself beneath her dress.

You frowned when you recognized those movements, when you discovered what Lady Beneviento was hiding between her legs. You weren't surprised, on the contrary, that vision of her soft caresses, of her intense gaze, only caused you to gasp lustfully.

“You're beautiful... I wish you had come to kill me some time before,” she whispered, caressing herself while panting in a delicate, terribly exciting way. “Come here.”

The lady in black made a gesture with her finger to order your body, already naked, to walk near hers. You obeyed red from exposure, from the shame of wanting your enemy, of not wanting her death, of wanting her.

Her other hand came out of her dress to pull your trembling wrist, to surround your body with her caresses while her lips rested on your belly, on your chest...

You moaned unintentionally, causing a smile to form against your skin. Donna pushed you away while she freed your body, lowering her black skirt, releasing her already throbbing erection. You couldn't look away, you simply couldn't.

 “You don’t seem to be uncomfortable,” she murmured amused, continuing with her self-stimulation, calling your attention, forcing you to look up. “Believe me, I wouldn't do it if I didn't see that you were... Let's say… Willing.”

“I find it hard to believe,” you murmured, moving your lustful eyes away from her body, delighting your ears with the lady's amused laughter.

“Do you take me for a rapist?” she asked in a soft, almost childish voice. “Please, silly girl... I would never do something like that. I don't care if you don't believe me. I have principles, you know?”

You just nodded, confirming with those words that you wanted to be there, that you wanted to do it. Not to save your life, but because you wanted to do it. That truth fell on you like a bucket of cold water.

“Get on your knees, tesoro,” Donna ordered you in a stern but understanding tone at the same time.

Then you realized. You could have run away, taken advantage of the fact that she was watching you to escape, to attack her by breaking a mirror and sticking a piece of glass into her... beautiful neck. You didn't do it. You didn't want to do it.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, blinded by desire, dazzled by her beauty, by the smell of lavender, by the excitement you caused in her body.

“Do I really have to tell you? Come on, be a smart girl,” she said, jokingly, pushing your head between her legs.

You couldn't explain what you felt when you surrounded her shaft with your lips, when the taste of her arousal mixed with your saliva. It was such a new and pleasurable sensation that you really reconsidered following the cult of the evil Miranda.

Your inexperience disappeared thanks to the movements of her hand on your head indicating how she liked it, how she wanted you to move.

“You're good... Your mouth is... Perfect...” the lady murmured, with her eye closed, enjoying your tongue caressing the tip, your hand matching the movements of your lips, the heat that your skin gave off due to desire. “So beautiful…”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, feeling valued, admired, revered in a way you never thought you would feel. You may have lost your mind, but you didn’t want it back. Your attraction went from fleeting to sick. You wanted Donna, you desired her, you were sure you could come to love her. If your father had seen you like this…

“Stop, that’s enough,” she ordered you, gently pulling your hair, bending down to kiss you quickly, messily and in a hot way. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, will you?”

“Yes,” you sighed with a satisfied smile, one that she returned. You should never underestimate a Lord. She knew perfectly well what you were thinking, what your mind wanted.

Were you that obvious?

“I would like to hear you say my name, I'm sure it sounds perfect on your lips,” the lady murmured, getting rid of the rest of her clothes, walking with you towards the bed, putting you in the position she wanted, that you wanted.

“Donna,” you said, with a sigh, letting her body climb yours, her lips rest on your breasts, her hands scratch the delicate skin of your legs.

“Perfect, just as I thought,” she whispered in your ear, moving your legs to separate them a before positioning her shaft at your embarrassingly wet entrance.

The contact made you moan, writhe in pleasure. Her movements stopped, her gaze suddenly cold.

“Hey, I… No, I'm not going to force you,” Donna said in a soft tone, sighing, her gaze confused but fixed on yours, comforting you with soft caresses on your cheek. “You can go if you want. I, I won't kill you, I promise.”

“Why the change of mind?” you asked nervously, moaning at the lost contact. Donna sighed again, sitting up, running a hand through her black hair.

“I don't want you to suffer,” she said simply, shaking her head. “I don't want to ruin something as beautiful as you just… Just because my siblings laugh at me.”

“Donna,” you sighed, caressing her cheek, making her close her eye from your touch. “If I'm going to die…”

“I've already told you that I'm not going to…” she protested, with a deranged look, something that your finger on her lips interrupted.

“I'd like it to be in your arms…” you whispered, kissing her, giving in to your thoughts, to those feelings that slowly grew inside you. Being loved, desired, that was much better than killing a pack of lycans.

She nodded with a smile, recovering the ardor of her touch, the caresses, positioning herself again at your entrance, slowly entering.

“Ah…” you protested at the intrusion, at the loss of your innocence. Your body also moaned, squeezing her erection tightly, stretching your walls so it could slide in without difficulty.

“You made a bad decision, silly girl,” Donna murmured when she was completely inside of you, when her shaft had already completely taken over your wetness. “Now I won't be able to stop…”

Gasps, moans, movements of your hips… Everything was an overwhelming mix for your senses. Her thrusts were firm, but her hands soothed your pain, the sensation of stretching you, of containing her shaft inside you, of dancing with it inside of you.

The moans adorned the walls, the movements. Kisses, caresses… An orgasm… Everything was new to you, everything was too pleasurable for you.

With an erratic movement, the lady released herself inside of you, caressing your body with her warmth, with her warm seed, possessing you irremediably, moaning scandalously, moving to feel the combined moisture of your two burning bodies.

“Donna,” you sighed, once the atmosphere relaxed again, your bodies hugging each other as if you had been lovers for a long time, something that sounded better and better in your head. “My father will kill me if he finds out…” you sighed, starting to feel guilty for falling into the clutches of your enemy.

“That has an easy solution,” she commented, lying down next to you, admiring your beauty, one that only she could see. “Stay with me, forever.”

[averageallogene]

Hello~ I found your Tighnari fanfic and my lord, I admired how it was beautifully written. I know you get a lot of praise for it and deservedly so. I do find myself wanting a tad bit more tho. I was imagining after all that spicy time, some wholesome aftercare would be nice. I hope you write it with Diluc as the male lead bc I think he's a man that can give you both spicy and sweet 😊

DILUC ♡⊹˚ Burning passion [NSFW]

fem. reader (3rd person) ; sweet fluffy smut, my favorite <333.

2k words.

notes. HELLO DEAR!!! So sorry for the wait, I've been trying to answer all asks through work breaks and it took me a while to reach yours ;( thank you so much for the sweet message, I'm so happy you liked my first fic! Just know I always smile when I see you in my notes, I appreciate the support!!! I hope you enjoy this~ ✧˖°. Evidently I got carried away bc Diluc always makes me go 😫😫😫 *cupcakke noises*

Ah, Diluc, sweet sweet Diluc. He's not one to outwardly show much affection when in public, but when in private… The quiet winery tycoon becomes the most vocal, the honeyed little whispers he offers his beloved [F/N] as they passionately make love never fails to make her drunk on his love. He's never one to let her stray far, his body grinding against her own as he sets a slow and deep pace, always close, always whispering how good she's making him feel. 

"You're so good to me, [F/N]... So, good," He's breathing deeper, his voice reduced to grunts as his lips brush against her own. His half lidded eyes delight themselves on the mirage under him, his lover's naked body glistening with sweat as he pounds deeper. 

"Diluc!" She sighs in bliss, her mouth chasing his as his hand roams to find her own. Fingers lace with one another, him placing them gently to the side of her head as his other rests on her hip. He can never get enough, truly he would've never guessed he would be so greedy when it came to [F/N]. 

"I love you, so so much." He always says so many times throughout the day, his tone always raw and honest. Yet, it was during such moments that her heart leapt the highest, a moan being ripped from his throat as he feels her gummy walls squeeze around him deliriously in response to his confession. 

"And I love you always." It's her turn to hush him with lovely words, the hint of a smile on her face earning his response of thrusting deeper, hitting the particular spot that made her see white. The whine that followed only made Diluc grow more and more eager, the rhythm slowly becoming sloppier, his own urges nearly escaping him as he carefully nibbled on her puffy lips.

"I'm close, love." He admits, the hint of frustration evident as he picks up speed. His free hand no longer lingers on her waist, instead slithering down to find her clit, circling and toying with it knowingly as he drinks in the way her body jolts and shivers.

"Ah, 'Luc!" Her voice is nothing short of music to his ears, eyes fluttering shut as she seems to drown on the pleasure inflicted by him. Her legs wrap around his waist, effectively caging him in as her free hand roams through his free hair. "Please, inside."

His otherwise gleaming eyes darken, lust clouding him as the only response he manages is a low grunt. After all, who was he to deny his lovely girlfriend? He can feel a shiver run down his spine as his cock begins to pulsate, the urge to paint her inner walls white giving him the strength to thrust even deeper, quicker. His tip repeatedly kisses her cervix as his mouth clashes with her own, muffling all and every moan as he consumes them for himself, tongues dancing together as his arms bring her closer. His strong grip cages [F/N] against his toned body, yearning to melt with her as they chase their release. 

Diluc can feel it, his orgasm right at the tip of his cock, yet as disciplined as he is, he somehow manages to restrain himself, edging his own release before he can feel the all too familiar sensation of her pussy spasming around his length, squeezing him for all he's worth as she finally releases the knot that had been pounded into her. 

"A-Ahhnnn… Cumming, ah-" Her words slurred as his lips suck on her tongue, tasting her every word as her legs wrap around him tighter, her body begging him for his cum, thick and warm, to claim her.  

"Fuck love, that feels so good…" In a hiss he curses, a small smile blooming on [F/N]'s face as pride swells in her chest. 

To know she was the cause to render the otherwise level headed Diluc into a cursing, rutting mess, it left her wet and ready all over again. She hadn't even reached her zenith a moment ago, yet she was already yearning for him all over again, never truly satisfied with all the ways he was able to pleasure her.

"Are you ready, baby?" He moans against her lips, eyes intensively gazing right at her own as his face flushes. Licking his dry lips, Diluc devours her whimpers yet again, speaking between kisses as he pounds into her relentlessly, finally caving to his own lust. "Here we go, have my cum just as you want."

The thick spurts finally fill her up, the sensation nearly edging her into cumming yet again. [F/N] moans in delight as she hums, releasing her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. Her chest presses against his own, feeling him heaving as his pace finally slows down, riding his own high as the lewd squelching sounds fill their now quiet room. 

His head slowly lowers to rest on the crook of her neck, his cheeks flushed with a vivid red that rivals that of his hair. [F/N] can feel against her skin the way he breathes rapidly, lips parted as he brings her closer, relishing in her mere presence as he finally comes to a halt. He doesn't dare move though, his cock still buried deep inside her walls as his seed spills with the overflow. Her hands find their way to his hair, breathing slower, a smile forming on her face.

"That was amazing, honey." She hums in honest delight, silently amusing herself over the way his confidence seems to quiet down. The once raging fire soothes into a glowing ember, the previous passion fizzled into endearment as his touch was now softer, gentler.

"I didn't go too far, did I?" He murmured, lips trailing from her neck up to her face before he watched the way he left her lips puffy and red. He blushes deeply in response, his beloved laughing softly. 

"Never, love." You can always go harder, she thinks, yet the words die in her mouth, lest she wish for her beloved to clear his throat in embarrassment. In all honesty, that sounded quite humorous, yet she restrained herself. 

"Thank you." Diluc smiles, his kiss returning to the gentle worshiping gesture he portrays during daytime. Yet as always, it never remains as one single kiss, his lips lingering as he indulges. "It felt wonderful. I can never get enough of you…"

"You're always welcome to take more, you know?" He was asking for it this time. [F/N] giggles as she watches him struggle to agree or hold himself back, his thumb caressing her face before he wipes the little drool of pleasure away from her face. 

"I wouldn't want to keep you up too late…" He reasons, his eyebrows furrowing softly. He still winces when remembering the one night he'd gotten too carried away, watching with slight horror how his lovely [F/N] limped the following morning. It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed it, yet the ever gentle Diluc felt oh so guilty. 

"Honey…." She whined, her arms opening to take him closer, peppering his face with kisses. He was just so sweet, so giving, so perfect. "And I wouldn't want you pent up with lust. I can take it, really."

"Archons, you're too good for me." He sighed in bliss, his body coursing with adrenaline as he felt the desire within him rage once more. Still, he smiled, humming in satisfaction as she pampered him with her lips. 

"I think the same thing about you everyday." She giggled, her fingers combing through his crimson hair with nothing short of pure adoration. She could feel his hesitancy to even pull out, her legs pressing against him as she made herself comfortable. "Well, what does my handsome lover feel like, then?"

The smile he gave was [F/N]'s favorite sight to ever behold. "Perhaps some rest… Before we pick back up?"

"Anything you'd like, baby." She smiled, kisses following suit. 

Kisses lingered, constant and consuming, a make out session forming not long after. The pair remained entangled, Diluc atop as he could feel the desire to never move from such a wonderful situation. Under him his beloved simply looked and felt ethereal, their bodies piecing like the most well designed puzzle, simply perfect. His passion began to spark once more, the searing fire reappearing before his touches grew needier, his voice became hushed, his eyes darkened yet again. 

"Take me once more, Diluc." [F/N] whispered against his ear, her voice fanning against his skin as his hands went lower and lower. "I need you."

His vision once more clouded, he succumbed to his desires before he took her yet again. Slow, passionate, intense. His rhythm never faltered until the very end, his hold always strong and caring, his love raw as he poured his every emotion into each thrust. Together they tangled around their bed, him now under as his gaze drunk in the sight of his beloved atop, her hips matching his set rhythm as he met her halfway. His calloused hand held her lower back in support, their hands together as he laced their fingers, squeezing hers with intensity. I love you, I love you, Archons I love you so much [F/N], his head repeated like a sacred prayer right up until they came yet again, bodies resting against one another as they basked in their afterglow. 

"Would you like some water, honey?" He inquired, moving some hair away from her eyes as his own softened. She was simply gorgeous, perfection. 

"I'm alright, but perhaps a shower?" She instead proposed with a smile, her boyfriend humming in agreement. His eyes lingered lower, a furious blush creeping all the way to his ears as he noticed the way his seed leaked down her thighs. 

"Yes… A shower is in order." He smiled shyly, picking her up with ease. Against her protests he continued, hushing her with soft kisses. "No no, I insist. You ought to be pampered after taking me so well."

It was her turn to blush, face hiding against his long, luscious hair. Despite the innocent tone in which he spoke, his choice of words never failed to leave her lightheaded. Goodness, Diluc simply was too good.

A warm bath was quickly prepared for the both of them, and in it they sat. Diluc wrapped his arms around her figure, chin resting against her shoulder as he sighed in pure content. He always questioned if he was too… Clingy, was the word, always gluing himself to [F/N]'s hip whenever he could, yet time and time again he was reassured he was always welcome. His warmth, his protection, his love, it was all something [F/N] could never be tired of. 

"'Luc, can you please wash my hair?" She questioned quietly, her beloved humming in agreement. 

His fingers against her scalp felt soothing, her eyes closing with peace. She would hum in delight over the small action, Diluc behind her being unable to resist the smile from blooming on his face. 

"Do you want me to wash yours?" [F/N] proposed, him not being able to resist. After all, he was always craving her touch in whichever way. 

The water was still hot as they finished, passing onward to pick up the soap. He was the first to volunteer washing her body, insisting she rest for putting up with his antics. Nonsense to her, she herself always loved when he indulged in his own desires - after all, if a man deserved to, it was definitely Diluc! 

His hands lingered through her legs, massaging her skin carefully, like he were worshiping a divine deity. His touch was loving and soft, yet underneath the warm soapy waters she could feel his own heat take over, slowly but surely boiling with other motives as he remained quiet. 

"Something on your mind, Diluc?" She hummed with a smile, watching how his hands faltered before he resumed stroking through her skin. His thumb drew circling patterns on her inner thigh, not so subtly coming closer. 

"Perhaps..." He mused, smiling upon hearing her giggle in response. He could feel his cheeks burn in both embarrassment and desire, almost ashamed of never being truly satiated of his girlfriend. 

"Oh? And would you like to share?" It was now her turn to linger her touch on his leg, smiling knowingly before she leaned back, allowing his lips to come closer to her ear if he so desired. She seemed to read him like an open book, watching as he indeed came closer. 

"Would you really like to know? It might just be too… Shameful, love." He murmured, the lightheartedness in his tone evident as she could practically feel the smile on his breath.

"Shameful? Oh, now I'm left wondering just what my Diluc is daydreaming of." [F/N] giggled, her fingers tracing more and more towards his inner thigh. 

He didn't take long to give in, whispering all the dirty thoughts he couldn't let go for that night. It seemed as though that night's blaze burned thrice as strong, his desire never fully ceasing. Their soothing aftercare was suddenly interrupted, put on hold as his hands lowered, caressed her, gave her all the deserving attention. He couldn't get enough of her sighs, her moans, her praises for him. It felt so difficult to contain himself, his wish to convey his burning love through his actions fueling him to continue onward. 

The water was long cold by the time they truly finished, and even when they retired to the bedroom, it seemed like they couldn't get enough. Goodness, what had gotten into him, [F/N] wondered with amusement as under his administrations she came time after time again. Well, she certainly wasn’t complaining… Unbeknownst to her, the truth was that Diluc was downright addicted to her face as she reached the peak, how her pussy would squelch around his digits, or around his tongue, or would squeeze his cock dry, their fluids mixing and staining their bedsheets long into the early hours of the morning.

[F/N] couldn't remember having such a restless night, but she surely wasn't finding any fault in that. It was only as the sun rose that they had finally ceased their escapades, Diluc holding her lovingly before finally gaining the courage to get up. 

"Must you really go?" He heard his [F/N] pout, receiving a smile as he caressed her cheek.

"I'm afraid so, love." He hummed, his lips brushing against her temple ever so lovingly. "Why don't you take the day off?"

"I have to work, Luc." She laughed it off softly, her eyes opening to lazily look up at him. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized just how lovingly he looked at her, his fingers lingering on her hair as he played with it ever so gently.

"Don't worry about it, just rest." He reassured her, finally kissing her one final time before he gathered the strength to get up. "I'll see that your boss is informed that you won't be clocking in today."

She could only blush and offer him a thankful smile. A day spent in his manor… It simply felt far too good to pass up. 

Besides, her entire body ached. Some rest would surely do her well.

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For Eternity, Chapter 4

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult - this fic contains content inappropriate for minors. Chapter Warnings: Discussions around consent in relation to the porn industry

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Trusting Vox had been a mistake. 

Isabel sat, head in her hands as she cried softly. Her throat was raw from the sobs that had ripped through her the day before. The price of Vox’s help was far more than she could pay and yet, what choice did she have? 

“Isabel!” Vox’s booming voice filled the small apartment he had presented her with. “Doll, why such the long face? I’ve brought you some guests! You wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests?”

Our guests. 

Vox had this whole fantasy constructed in his head where she sold her soul to him in exchange for knowing the fate of her dear Husband. He was confident that she wouldn’t regret selling her soul for the information. He was even more confident that she would grow to love him in her husband’s place, just as soon as she realized her darling husband didn’t want her. 

She knew he knew. He teased it all the time. He hinted at a man who’s love for his wife in life had long since died, hinted at a monster that would rather remove her from existence than see her again. Much to his dismay, regardless of what he would say to her, she would not yeld. 

“This, my dear, is my partner!” Vox held his hand out to the tall purple man dressed in a strange cape and looking what could only be described as tacky. “Valentino.” 

The man held the same look on his face when he looked at her, eyes roaming over curves and features, as Adam did. Just another body to put under him, not seeing the person for who they were and the heart they had. 

“Angel,” The man thing folded, taking her hand from where it rested in her lap and kissing it softly before licking a pink trail up her forearm, “An absolute delight.” 

“My name is Isabel,” she tried to sound braver than she felt. 

“You see,” Vox pulled her up from the couch by her elbow as she tried to wipe off the pink saliva, “Isn’t she just perfect?”

As Vox spun her, she tripped over her feet. The ends of her wings brushed what random assortment of items Vox had decorated the coffee table with off, clattering to the floor in a mess as they flared out in an attempt to right her balance. 

“She could make us a lot of money,” Valentino sang the last word as his eyes ran up and down her body again. “And she is unspoiled?” 

Vox shrugged, “I haven’t touched her yet.” 

They were talking about her as if she was an object. There was nothing more she wanted to do than yank herself from Vox’s too large hands and run for the window. Leaping, she would fly through the sky and be free again, cuts from the broken glass a small price to pay. 

But it wasn’t any use. 

The windows did not open and she had spent much of the night trying to break them without causing so much as a scratch to the surface. The only way she was going to get out of the tower was if they let her walk out. 

“She was married in life?” Valentino looked like he was appraising meat as he looked at her. “So she’s not totally untouched. She could have taken lovers in Heaven too, no?” 

“That’s the kicker, she’s utterly devoted to her husband! She’s been waiting for him like a good little wife but he never joined her.” Vox laughed, enjoying every moment of her torture as his fingers danced over the plush feathers of her wings. He pulled her back to his chest, holding her to him with a arm around her shoulders, slotting his torso between her wings. 

“Did you take lovers while you waited, Little Bird?” Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow from behind the ugly heart shaped glasses he wore. 

“No,” Struggling against Vox’s grip got her nothing but a tighter press against him, 

“So devoted, she came all the way to hell to find her husband.” Again, Vox laughed as if he was in on some secret joke. 

“And who is her husband?” 

“Alastor!” 

“Alastor had a wife?” Valentino blinked in shock, leaning back from her for a moment as if she would sting him if he got too close.

“One that made it into Heaven!” 

“Surely it’s not the same-”

“How many Alastors do you know?” Vox was having the time of his afterlife, grabbing her hand and forcing her to dance with him, back pressed tight to his chest. 

Closing her eyes, Isabel tried to focus on what she’d learned. They knew an Alastor and only one. It wasn’t a common name, in all her years both alive and dead, she had never encountered another. That wasn’t to say it was impossible but she had to cling to the hope that they were right, that it was her Alastor. 

If they had reason to have such negative feelings toward her husband, surely they would brag about what they had acquired. Arrogance and bragging seemed to be their style. 

Perhaps Alastor would find out. Maybe he would come for her. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe they were lying. 

If she was going to get through this, she needed to cling to that hope. It would all be worth it if it meant that she could be with her Alastor again, even for just a moment. It had to be worth it.

~~~~~<3

“Charlie?” Vaggie called from the couch she sat on, “Come take a look at this?”

“What’s up?” Charlie plopped down next to her girlfriend who angled the phone for her to see the screen better. 

They had been busy since the Extermination battle. Every waking moment was spent rebuilding and healing. Only now, after a week did they have a chance to slip back into normalcy and do something as mundane as looking at the news they had missed. 

“That’s an angel.” Vaggie whispered as Charlie took in the picture of a woman, large white wings and long dress being lead into Vee Tower by Vox himself. “Why does Vox have an angel?” 

“That’s not good.” Charlie recognized her in an instant, “Ohhh that’s not good.”

“I feel like that’s a bit more of a ‘not good’ than appropriate, what do you know?” 

“I could be wrong,” Charlie didn’t think she was but she certainly wanted to be, “But that looks like the woman we met in Heaven.”

“Alastor’s-”

“My what?” The man materialized in front of them, grin spreading at how they jumped, sending the phone in the air only to clatter to the ground, face down. He spared it a glance, eyebrow raised before directing his attention to the two woman he had caught speaking of him in hushed voices. 

“Your… jambalaya! Would be really good to have for dinner!” Charlie answered with a wide grin of her own. 

Not telling Alastor wasn’t an option but they needed to be sure. They needed to know for sure. They couldn’t see her face in the picture. There was no need to start a war if it wasn’t even her. 

But really, would Alastor care? He had swept aside the idea of being reunited with her as a reward for redemption as if it was unimportant. 

~~~~~<3

The door to her prison apartment opened, startling Isabel out of her daze. She’d been alone for the last two days and was torn between wanting Vox to return in order to have some sort of interaction or never seeing him or the man he had brought with him again. 

Scrambling to her feet, she peered across the living space, unsure of what to expect. Vox had what seemed to be volatile moods that set the tone for his visits. It wasn’t Vox who walked through the door however. 

Valentino had returned, the last person she had wanted to see. Along with him was a tall pink man with four arms and covered in fluff. He wore a pink blazer that almost matched his fur color and the smallest pair of black shorts she had ever seen. The short shorts contrasted with the tall black boots he wore, making him look somehow both covered up and exposed at the same time. .

The kindness in his eyes contrasted with the sharp hunger in Valentino’s. 

“I brought you a friend, little bird. I figured you’d be getting lonely, Vox being so busy,” Valentino presented the pink man- was it a man?- as if they were a prize. 

“Heya, Toots,” he said and you were sure then that he was a he, at least in the conventional sense. 

“This is Angel Dust, It’s best that you get to know eachother. You’ll be working closely together soon, after all!” Valentino laughed, “Very closely indeed.”

She didn’t expect to be left alone with the strange new man. Fear surged through her as her eyes bounced between him and the closing door as it latched shut behind Valentino. Holding her breath, she waited for the new man to make some sort of move, to say something to set the tone of their interaction. 

“You can relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Angel said, walking around the space like he owned the place. “Got any drugs? Drinks?”

“No?” She hesitated as he made himself comfortable on the couch. 

“You’re like a damn deer in the headlights! Do you even know what’s going down? Damn.” “No, they haven’t told me anything.” 

“Well, fuck me.” Angel Dust ran a hand down his pink face, “You’re going to want to sit down.” 

She did, perched on the edge of the couch to allow her wings room to breath behind her. While he gathered whatever thoughts he needed to gather, she waited, watching his face morph with the thoughts in his head. He seemed nice enough at least but Vox had seemed nice at first too. Trusting her first judgements was what got her into this situation. 

“I’m a porn star,” Angel Dust started and her eyebrows shot up toward her hair at the interesting choice in leading statement. “A pretty famous one, if I do say so myself. And I do.” 

“Oh, okay…” Isabel wasn’t sure what the appropriate response to that declaration was. 

“Valentino is king of the porn district,” Angel Dust really wanted her to figure it out herself. He didn’t want to have to tell her this but she just blinked those amber eyes at him. 

“His outfit makes so much more sense now.” 

“That’s what you’re taking from this?” Angel Dust ran a hand through his fluffy pink hair. “Look, I’m going to just say it. Vox is giving Val permission to use you in his productions. I don’t know why, he usually keeps his toys separate.”

“Use me in one of his productions? What does that mean, exactly?” She didn’t think it would mean holding the mic or adjusting lights but it surely couldn’t mean... 

“You’re going to star in a production, at least one, maybe more.” Angel Dust hated how dirty this was all making him feel, “With me.”

“With you?” She shot up off the couch, “A pornographic film?” 

“Hey, I’m in demand, I’ll have you know!” Angel Dust tried to joke but it fell flat. “Look, you can either agree to do it and do it willingly or Val will force us. I don’t- That’s not my thing. I don’t want to be a part of that. Hell, I’m not even into women or being the top for that matter-” He was starting to ramble.

“I can’t,” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“You are not going to have a choice,” Angel Dust stood, wanting to offer comfort but not sure how. “I will do everything I can to not hurt you but unless you know how to change Vox’s mind, we’re going to do it.” 

“I can’t,” She repeated, pacing the space. “I’m married, I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” 

“You’re married?” Angel Dust was taken aback, “Why’s everyone married all of a sudden? That’s some antique shit. Come on, sit down and let’s talk this shit out. I’ve been here awhile. What’s your name?”

~~~~~<3

Angel Dust felt like the dirtiest sinner in all of Hell as he dragged his ass through the hotel doors and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He had gotten to spend an hour with the angel Isabel and made no progress toward obtaining anything remotely close to her consent, let alone agreement for willing participation in the planned production. 

That was part of what Val wanted though. That sick fucker didn’t care if she was willing. Hell, if she wasn’t the film would sell for even more. He wasn’t sure there were enough drugs in all of Hell for him to bury the guilt if he was forced to-

“Angel!” Charlie had been waiting for his return. 

Her eagerness caught him by surprise. She wasn’t one to wait up for him though it wasn’t uncommon for her to be in the lobby. Maybe it was his own guilty mind but he had hoped to slip to the bar, get a drink and hide away.

“Heya,” He side stepped to try and make it to the bar but Charlie was hot on his heels. 

“I just have a feeew questions for you,” Charlie reached out, grabbing one of his hands to pull him to a halt. 

Knowing this wasn’t something he was going to get out of, he sighed and said, “What’s up?”

“A far as you recaall,” This was off to a great start, “If any of the Vee’s have any new, shall we say, winged-”

“Yeah, Vox has a pet angel. Can I please drink now? Today was kind of shit.” 

“Oh, Good!” Charlie clapped her hands before reconsidering her reaction, “Not that that’s good good, just that that’s what I wanted to hear. Not that I WANTED to hear that-”

“Find the point and get to it,” He was far too sober to be dealing with this shit right now. 

“What do you know about her?” Vaggie stepped in, saving them both from the rambling. 

“Big amber doll eyes and totally devoted to her husband. It’s gonna make shit hard for her, she’s not playing ball for Vox or Valentino.” 

“What’s her name?” Charlie asked.

“Isabel, she said. Isabel Dupont. Why?”

“I beg your pardon?” Static violently tore through the room as lights flickered and shadows deepened, growing and spreading like spilled ink.

~~~~~<3

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The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 10: The nightflame’s home

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If you’d asked Roman what he imagined the fabled NightFlame’s home would look like a week ago, he’d imagine an imposing tower in a deep dark forest with massive trees of similar heights surrounding it, glowing half inviting and half ominous in the darkness.

If you’d asked him that same question only yesterday, and he’d been asking himself the question ever since they started on this journey to said location, he might have altered his answer to a little cabin in similar dark woods. Not as imposing at first glance but isolated and hidden. But once you noticed it, it would be so obviously magical that any person with any sense would stay away.

Roling fields were not where he thought he’d end up. And there was no tower, or castle, or cabin to be seen anywhere. Just fields with tall grass and wildflowers and hills that looked like children should be playing tag and racing clouds in them.

It was almost idyllic. It filled Roman with a nostalgia for his childhood.

Especially with the setting sun. Virgil was fidgeting on Roman’s shoulder. Waiting for the exact moment he’d be human again so he could let them in. The sun got lower and lower and then Virgil launched himself forward to turn back to his human self in front of the horses.

“Home sweet home,” Virgil sighed in relief as he walked ahead of them. Roman and the others quickly got off and followed right behind Virgil, looking for any sign of a house somewhere.

Virgil walked forward with certain steps though. Following a path that was obvious only to him.

It wasn’t until he turned towards a specific hill and they joined him that they saw a door and a window in the hillside, a garden built into it. The garden was in dire need of weeding but it was still obvious that Virgil put a lot of effort and love into it when planting and maintaining it.

“Oh, that’s so cute!” Patton gushed. It did look rather endearing.

“We can let the horses roam free here. No one can get in this field without my permission,” Virgil offered moving his hand unbridling the horse while taking in his home, feeling elated to be here.

“We best hurry. There is no telling when the king will request Terance to check in on us. Or when he will decide to cut out the middle man completely,” Logan pointed out, clearly a bit excited to see the inside of this private high mage residence as well. From the sound of it Virgil fully expected it to be in a better state than the arch mage’s home and that had been mind blowing enough.

“Especially since he knows where we are headed,” Logan said, side eying Roman a bit.

“It was a direct request from the king! I agree that we should keep our cards close to our chest but I’m not quite ready to commit treason!” Roman argued.

Last night, after Virgil restocked and before they started their meditation the sending stone had alerted Roman that someone was trying to contact him.

“Lord Roman. I’m terribly sorry if I disturb you,” Terence had stammered. “But the king. He wants to know exactly where you are going right now,” he said.

Roman had panicked a little, looked to his companions for advice.

Logan and Patton had been startled. Virgil had just smirked at him and nodded his permission.

He trusted him to make the right call.

“Well. We are on our way to what we think might be a second residency of the arch mage. But we are making a detour to another location first. His notes mentioned the Night Flame High Mage a lot. So we hope that maybe there is some clue in his home. We uncovered its location and are on our way there now. We’ll likely arrive tomorrow evening,” he said, as honest as he could be.

There was a long pause. “I’ll inform the king,” Terance said. Strangely serious.

“What were you thinking!?” Logan chided.

“Likely that he has no clue where you guys will be going after we find my friends and he can’t make up a location on the spot without even the most guilible apprentice catching on,” Virgil stated in Roman’s defense. “The best way to keep a lie going is to speak the truth as much as possible. So he told the apprentice what he could without openly admitting that I am with you guys,” he added. Logan didn’t look very happy, but he couldn’t argue with Virgil’s logic.

“… I don’t like that the council is missing. Or that it took the king’s order for them to give us permission to look into the arch mage’s disappearance,” he admitted.

Virgil nodded. “That is all pretty suspicious,” he agreed. “From the sound of it the apprentice is reporting directly to the king though. And him you can trust. I am willing to stake my life on that,” Virgil stated sincerely.

“Lord Roman?” Terence called once again.

“Yes, Terence,” Roman replied. “Um, I told the king… He said that he trusts your judgement but to be careful. The NightFlame was not exactly fond of uninvited guests. He likely would have put up defenses against intruders and there is no guarantee that these simply weakened over time,” The apprentice explained.

Roman nodded his understanding, feeling Virgil’s smugness and considering it a confirmation.

“Of course. We will abandon the lead if it seems to dangerous,” he promised. “Have a good night Terance,” he bid. “Yeah. Good night sir,” Terance replied.

Logan still wasn’t happy with the choice to share this information but there was nothing that could be done about it now. The only path was forward. Into the home of the High Mage.

Virgil made a gesture and Roman could feel something shift in the air.

Virgil walked forward and Roman and his friends followed.

With a hand on the door Virgil turned to them. “Okay, if you see something move, do not freak out or try to attack. Nothing in there is going to cause harm unless you act aggressive first, understood?” he warned. Whispering for some reason.

The group nodded. Virgil looked at them for a long moment and then relaxed before turning to the door. Nervous excitement building.

Putting Roman at ease. Virgil cautiously opened the door. “Star?” he said carefully.

And the next moment he was on the ground buried under a massive black wolve, laughing in delight.

“Down, boy. Down. I’m back, I know,” he chuckled while the wolf greeted its master by sniffing and licking every of his face.

Meanwhile Roman realized that the wolf wasn’t just black. There were stars in his fur. Stardust, Virgil’s pet dog, was a Stellar wolf. Very rarely seen, and yet he had domesticated one. Roman would love to hear that story sometime.

“Oh!!!! The doggie is okay!” Patton exclaimed. Allerting said ‘doggie’ that his master had brought friends. And with a firm ‘woof’ and a yelp, Patton was tackled next to be inspected.

Logan was more prepared for Stardust jumping up against him and held his ground. “Yes. I am also here. Nice to meet you,” he offered, trying not to appear too excited by the fact that he was being befriended by an elusive magical creature.

Then it was Roman’s turn and stardust bounced between him and Virgil as though unable to decide who to pay more attention to.

“Yes Star, that’s a friend,” Virgil nodded before looking to Roman. “He can tell we are bonded,” he offered before looking back at Star and whistling making the big, loving, dog sit at attention and whine pleadingly. Breaking Roman’s heart.

“I know Star. I’m sorry for being gone so long. But if you show them how good you can be, I’m sure my friends won’t mind you coming along when we leave,” he offered looking at the group questioningly. Roman and Patton wouldn’t, and Roman didn’t think Logan was that practical that he’d make the poor dog be left behind once again so soon after being reunited.

“An extra protector could be beneficial,” Logan allowed.

“See? Now let’s go to the pantry alright? I need some things,” he offered as he held his dog’s face between his hands and scratched him behind the ears.

He got up and walked back to the door, closely followed by his dog, who kept sniffing his hand.

“Poor thing doesn’t trust he won’t disappear,” Patton whispered heartbroken for the wolf.

If whoever did this somehow hadn’t been on Patton’s naughty list yet, this would put him right at the top.

It didn’t exactly endear them to Roman either. And he was already hoping for an opportunity to give them a piece of his mind.

He stepped inside behind Virgil and completely forgot what he was thinking about.

Virgil’s home was… Breath taking.

Natural moon light streamed in from several windows that had not been visible from the outside and filled the wooden and stone interior aided by softly glowing crystals all along the walls. Which were lined with cupboards and bookshelves that all seemed to be part of trees that made Roman wish they’d arrived in spring so he’d be able to see if the foliage changed with the seasons.

There were shelves built into the steps that went to a higher level that should’ve at the very least be visible from the outside. They could look into the living room that had massive windows that looked out on a clearing in a forest with a lake and a waterfall that Roman could guarantee was nowhere near the fields that he could still see when looking behind him as Logan had stopped in the door opening to gape at the interior.

Logan was probably most taken by the countless books. Roman wasn’t a connoisseur, but even he could tell that some of these were handbound.

Books were not the only things on the shelves. There were all sorts of trinkets and accessories and nicknacks that Roman felt came from vastly different eras.

The home smelled like lavender and cinnamon.

They moved on to the livingroom. They passed a kitchen and something that looked like sleeping quarters and a study. Stardust jumped on the cushioned bench and looking at the group expectantly.

Roman though had noticed something else. “Is that music?” Roman wondered.

“Yeah, I like a little atmosphere around, it usually adjusts to my mood. But… I think the house mainly wants to welcome me home,” Virgil mused after listening for a few moments. The piece was indeed slightly celebratory.

“I’m going to my pantry to gather some ingredients then I’ll show you guys where we can rest before moving on… I’ll come back later,” he said the last part more to the house than to them.

He moved to one of the bookshelves and pushed against it, making a door in the wall open… Okay. That was very cool.

“How many rooms are there?” Logan asked.

Virgil paused and thought on that. “30, little more or less depending on how you count,” he informed him before turning to the collective. “You are guests so just, ask for something and if it is within reason, she’ll help you find it… Oh, that reminds me. Dex!?” he called out. A book flew up to him. He pointed at Logan. “He’s probably going to be in the library for the remainder of his stay here. Help him out,” he instructed before turning to the group again, the flying book moved to a fascinated Logan’s side. Hearing that in this home filled with books there was a separate library must be quite the revelation to their book loving friend.

“Feel free to try and find some books or stuff you think will help you out in the coming days. Read up on a new branch of magic, or see if you can learn something new with the one you are familiar with. Whatever you think is best. You have three hours, and then an hour rest, and after that we’ll be heading to the lake where they are holding Remus. Everyone okay with that?” Virgil asked.

The trio nodded. “Can I join you? I’d like to learn about some herbs I’m less familiar with,” Roman offered. He wasn’t going to say high level out loud. But he felt that everyone knew what he meant. He also wanted an excuse to be alone with Virgil for a little bit.

“Sure,” Virgil nodded, acting casual but Roman could feel that he was happy that Roman wanted to join him.

Virgil led the way through the door, past a room that Roman assumed was his study based on the desk the potion station and a window in the ceiling that showed the night sky. They moved through it and found themselves in a room of similar size, the walls filled with bottles and boxes and drawers of all sorts. Stardust pranced around the room looking up at the many boxes. Virgil chuckled and retrieved something from one and with a whistle, Stardust turned around and caught a treat that was tossed his way.

“Okay. I’m pretty sure I still had some crystals left last time…” Virgil mused as he moved past the walls and found the box he was looking for, pulling it out and smiling as he retrieved three crystals. “Got em,” he grinned as he put the box back. Roman looked at them for a long moment and his eyes widened in realization. “Those are mooncrystals,” he said.

Virgil nodded. “Yep. I use them as some extra light around the house and just in case I’m in a hurry and need moonlight. If those creeps are keeping Remus in his guide form with a sunstone then these should help us maintain human forms during the day. Though I won’t know how well it’ll work until we actually test it out. I don’t have sunstones but I’m sure we’ll be able to pick some up at the lake. Then we’ll be able to shift at will, hopefully,” Virgil stated.

Roman nodded in understanding. “So, what did you want to hear about?” Virgil wondered as he left the pantry to put the crystals out on the table to charge them… Hmmmm.

Roman was pulled out of his train of thought by Stardust nuzzling the pocket with the sending stone in. Roman was being called.

He took out the sending stone. “Yes Terence?” he asked.

Virgil looked up from the desk. He’d found a bag of his own and was transferring the contents of the borrowed bag into the new one.

“Lord Roman! Are you at the residence yet? Are you alright?” Terence asked, sounding worried.

“Yes. It is amazing here- woah!” he exclaimed as Stardust decided that he needed attention.

“Down boy!” Roman called out with a chuckle as he started scratching the wolf’s neck. “Yes you are very handsome and very good, but I’m talking here,” he chided playfully.

“Sorry Terance. It seems that the NightFlame’s wolf is quite happy to have company,” he offered.

“Oh, a wolf… He’s in good health? After so long?” Terance asked.

“Yes. It seems he is. Just very clingy,” Roman ensured him. The house is very helpful too. If there is something of use in here, I am confident we will find it. We’ll be moving on to whatever next clue we might find in a few hours,” he promised.

“Good. But don’t forget to rest. I’m sure the NightFlame wouldn’t mind you taking advantage of the shelter of his home for a night,” Terance argued. That was sweet of him. “Judging by how he decorated… I think you might be right,” Roman said, looking fondly at Virgil who rolled his eyes.

“Good. Yes… I’ll inform the king that he doesn’t need to worry. I’ll hear from you all soon,” Terance bid.

“Goodnight Terance,” Roman offered before putting the stone away.

“Can tell I’m a gracious host by my interior huh?” Virgil mused.

“Well, one. There is this guy here,” Roman pointed out, kneeling to pet Stardust more thoroughly.

“Who clearly isn’t too surprised or upset at you having guests over. Leading me to believe that despite this being your private, secret home, there have been visitors over the years and that they were treated as welcome guests,” he deduced.

“The table in your kitchen was too big to sit just one. And then there are the keepsakes,” Roman added.

“Keepsakes?” Virgil repeated curiously.

“Yeah. There were some accessories that don’t match your style and stuff like that. Things that didn’t quite belong,” he explained.

Virgil chuckled. “Not bad,” he complemented.

“Now, enough about me. What did you want to ask about?” Virgil wondered. Heading back to the pantry to restock his bag, put away the herbs that Lucas had salvaged for him and gestured for Roman to do the same.

“Well…” Roman found it difficult to ask about things he didn’t know. He had no clue where his knowledge lacked. What ways his education differed and lacked compared to the high mage…

Education. That was it.

“You were a teacher right?” Roman asked. Virgil smiled, a warmth spreading through him that Roman couldn’t recognize but he did have a name for it. Teaching had been Virgil’s calling. Whatever else he did, he enjoyed teaching the most.

“Sometimes,” he nodded.

“Teach me. I want to know how you would teach a fledgling herbalist,” Roman mused.

Virgil smiled as he put a leather drawstring bag from Lucas’ box in his bag.

He led the way out of the pantry and then went through a different door.

It held bags of different types of fibers, a few boxes filled with spools of different types of thread, a spinning wheel and a loom. The latter two looked very old but well taken care off.

Rolls of fabric were stored along the wall.

Interesting enough there was also a mannequin on a stage to the side and a cupboard full of what Roman would guess were sewing supplies.

That was right. In the memory… The clothes he’d been wearing. He made them by hand.

“Well, I’d take you apart and ask you, what made you decide on this path as your first specialization,” he mused as he walked to the mannequin and pulled the clothes he’d been wearing when they first met from the bag and started to carefully put them on the mannequin.

“Well… I guess, when I was little, I’d visit Patton’s family farm, and I’d watch Patton’s mother at work in the herb garden, and she’d tell me about the properties of certain spices and even weeds my parents would try to get rid of in our garden… well. That seemed pretty magical to me. So when I learned that certain herbs were actual magic, I wanted to know all about that, I wanted to discover which everyday plants that I hadn’t paid a second thought secretly held great magical power,” Roman explained.

Virgil put on the last piece on the mannequin and took a long look at the complete ensemble. Roman could tell he felt proud of it. He then made a dismissive gesture with his hand, making the outfit disappear, replaced by a different one.

Another luxurious looking set. Silks and gold and jewels put together to make a piece of art that Roman just knew would look gorgeous on him.

Another gesture. A new breathtaking set. And another one…

Wait a minute.

“You are bragging,” Roman realized amused.

Virgil blushed at getting caught.

“I… No. I don’t know what you mean,” he insisted.

“You are showing me your work,” Roman stated, looking around the room at all the gathered equipment. “You spun the threads yourself. You wove them into fabrics and you sewed them together,” he said, certain of his case. “Did you make the jewelry by hand too?” he asked, it wouldn’t surprise him at this point. He took Virgil’s hand in his own and held it to his chest, looking into his eyes, as though that would make his sincerity more obvious.

“You truly are an artist. But for whatever reason you don’t wish to brag. But you showed me your work and basked in the silent praise of my awe. You enjoyed feeling me be amazed at your work. The honest admiration that left no doubt on whether I’m just being polite. If you are uncertain of your talent as a tailor, then I am even more confident that you have been underselling your talent as a mage since we met,” he rambled.

Virgil was blushing hard now and looked away bashful. “Okay, you got me… You don’t have to lay it on that thick,” he muttered.

“I have half a mind to accept immortality just so I can spend the next century singing your praises,” Roman insisted. “Though I get it, artists are their own worst critics I suppose,” he mused.

“You’re an artist?” Virgil asked, curious.

“Well, I have been known to write a song or two. When I was ten I was so desperate for my parents to bring me along on their journey I wrote song upon song trying to prove I could entertain myself and them and maybe even help. I loved exploring the farms with Patton. But I also missed them…” Roman recalled, feeling nostalgic.

“It turned out a good thing that I wore them down. Because two years later… Me, Logan and Patton were found to be blessed. And so we went to the academy and I saw them even less…”

He didn’t fight the homesickness he felt. It was actually something he wanted to know about too.

“Is it… Hard? Never seeing them again?” he wondered carefully.

Virgil looked at Roman for a long moment and then chuckled. He took Roman’s hand and led him to the stool in front of the loom. Guiding him to take place on his lap. Roman was too taken aback to fight it.

“My parents were tailors. Mother taught me to use the loom. It was my older brother who showed me around in the garden. I loved helping him. Mostly I loved finding flowers among the weeds to gift to mother,” he mused as he picked up a shuttle and laid it in Roman’s hands, laying his own over them and guiding Roman through the motions of weaving in gentle, patient moves.

“I found that loved ones tend to teach you new things to love,” Virgil mused.

“I never set out to be much of a singer or a poet, but I once loved a man who asked a very similar question and he found my answer so profound, he had me help him compose a poem that I could recite to myself whenever I missed someone,” he offered.

“You wonder about the ones I left behind,” he hummed in Roman’s ear, making a shiver go down his spine. Weren’t they supposed to take it slow? He had to know how flustered Roman was right now. He hadn’t so much as held a boy’s hand. He’d been too busy studying with Logan and Patton ever since joining the academy. Figuring there’d be time for romance after they saved the kingdom.

“You ask how I cope with so much grief,” A deep sorrow brought tears to Roman’s eyes. The longing for all the ones who were forever out of Virgil’s reach.

“Let me ease your mind,” Virgil insisted, and the crushing grief lifted from Roman’s heart.

“Though their existence may seem brief, against my eternity,” he mused gently.

“And sure, it may have gone by fast. But the time they spent with me, it is forever in my past,” he offered, letting the silence ring and finishing another row, embracing Roman and leaning in even closer. “And now that we have me. You too have become a thread. In this tapestry of me,” he promised and Roman felt Virgil’s affection to him clearer than ever before. Virgil gave Roman some more room and continued weaving with him.

“My first memory, is in my mother’s lap just like this,” he smirked brushing his nose against Roman’s temple.

“The smell of flowers everywhere. On the walls and in her hair. I can hear her singing, I feel her kiss,” his hands on Roman’s tightened for a moment as his voice wavered before coming back strong. “And even after all this time, I still feel her hands over mine and remember the first fabric I ever made,” a nostalgic pride filled Roman’s heart.

“And I feel her lips so near, I hear crystal clear, My darling you did great,” Virgil whispered in his ear.

“Now that we have met, you have become a thread, in this tapestry of me.

And so I keep them all close, it’s true In the things we used to do.

My brother in the garden, my father in a horse’s prance. My little sister, I take her to every dance. The first man who I ever kissed, is sorely missed but he’s with me when I play his lyre. So you see. They are all with me,” Virgil was wistful, mourning… But not sad, Roman realized. His grief had become a joyous thing for it was proof of the bond that had been there.

“And now that we have met, you too have become a thread.

And forevermore you will be, a part of my tapestry,” he promised once more, and Roman had to take that in for a moment. This adventure, no matter what happened after, it would become part of Virgil. He would forever be remembered by him… Wow.

“Well, I think it’s time we regroup and talk strategy before we rest up, eat and head out,” Virgil mused as he made them both stand up and walk back towards the living room.

Right… Virgil’s friend was waiting to be set free. He’d been in that temple for far too long.

Roman righted his shoulders and made himself a promise that Virgil wouldn’t have to wait a second longer to be reunited with his friend. One of two people who might still remember the people Virgil had loved other than Virgil himself.

Learning more magic, getting closer to Virgil, bonding with his guide, coming up with a spell. All of that could wait a million years.

First they had a mountain mage to rescue.

[zweetpea]

Zhongli x reader The Dragon of Geo (Spicy, no smut)

Summary:

The classic tale of a young lady and a dragon, but with a twist. AU no deities, or Tevat (I’ll still use Liyue and the Qixing just for convenience), no Archons. And I made Shenhe an Adepti because I thought that thematically it fit better. Also female reader.

Notes:

Warning: not for the kiddos! Has foul language and mentions of heat and breeding. And if you want me to write you smut based of the sultry scene feel free to ask.

Feel free to request any genshin ideas

Ao3 version here

Once upon a great beast roamed the sky. His scales, as brown as mud yet they sparkled like crystals. His hair as thick and shiny as gold yet it was softer than silk. His claws as sharp as rocks yet somehow held a gentleness reserved for the mortals of his land. And did he ever love his mortals. Hewent by many names, Rex Lapis, The Great One, Mighty Dragon of Geo, the children often called him Zhongli, but my favorite name for him has always been Morax. Something about it just presented power and authority. To me it screamed “I am your protector! You are mine to love! Though the seasons may change and life caries on for mortals, I will be here to protect you always!”

But those were the foolish wishes of a young girl who knew nothing of the world. A girl who was enchanted by the glimmer told to her as a child to keep her innocent.

He protected us for a millennia, but a century ago he decreed that unless he was given a bride by sunset he would ravage the land. The Qixing gathered everyone together to see if there was anyone who was willing to go. In the end they had to draw up a lottery since no one volunteered. Five years later he demanded another girl. And another after another five years. Some mothers or sisters left instead to protect their family, some had to be carried away screamed and crying. When I was fifteen years old I even witnessed a girl ask that she be escorted there in a carriage with a beautiful white dress. She was convinced that she was going to die and wanted to be pampered and treated like a princess in her last minutes.

I was never convinced that he ate them. I thought that they were a part of his harem and he got bored with them eventually. But it was undignified and unlawful to let a woman marry a man after she had been deflowered, lest she be a widow.

Anyway, it’s now five years later. Liyue is waiting on a letter from one of the four Illuminated Beast. This time 15 years ago Xiao came. He was a beautiful black and teal eagle (A/n: Don’t question the animal forms). 10 years ago Yanfei a lovely salmon pink deer came. 5 years ago an adorable little blue goat named Ganyu arrived with the letter. So this year should be the elegant white crane Shenhe.

Right on time she flys down with the letter in her mouth. I inform her of my name, how I knew her and the other Adepti’s name. “Don’t worry Shenhe, there’s is no need to go back to the others. I’ve been informed that I should wait here until the letter arrives and if it never came I was to return at the end of the day. I am the new bride of the dragon of Geo.”

Well truth be told the reason that I didn’t want to go back to the others was because I had a plan to stop all of this. In the back of my traditional dress I hid a dagger. I’m not much of a fighter but I figured... someone had to try? I guess? I dressed modestly as I figured that he would like it enough to not eat me immediately. If I died in battle I was going to take down Rex Lapis. I don’t need the praise, and I just want my people to live peacefully oblivious lives. In a few centuries this nightmare will become folk lore. A cautionary tale to spook children into being good. It’s finally going to end. I wonder if they’d get most of the details accurate, maybe they’d try to scope out the cave to try and find more details.

We walk out to the middle of the wild and into the mountains. The cave of the beast. Surprisingly it had doors. They’re beautifully sculpted and chiseled with various pattern that made me stop and gape at them in awe.

“This way, young one.” Shenhe motions with her wing. The doors open slowly and I enter the unnatural dark cave.

Once they close lanterns illuminate the corridor and standing before me was a gorgeous woman with long white hair that fades to black at the end, tied in a beautiful braid. “Who...?”

“Right my apologies. It’s still me Shenhe. In the cave myself, Xiao, Ganyu, and Yanfei take on more human characteristics. Come on, we mustn’t keep the master waiting.”

She leads me to the end of the corridor and into a large room. It looks like it had to be a thrown room due to the throne at the far back on top of a short flight of stairs but it feels as if someone could throw a party in here.

“Shenhe. You’ve returned earlier than usual.” A deep voice from behind a burgundy curtain called. His glowing gold eyes peer through the semitransparent cloth. She kneels to him once we reach the bottom of the stairs.

“The mortals came prepared, this time.” She informs the man on the throne. Gold and brown plush pillows surround him as he lay there waiting for his next plaything.

I kneel too to show him that I am as loyal and docile as his servants. “Shenhe you are dismissed.” She exits the room and he rises from his throne and draws back the curtains. “Rise my bride. Rise and look at me.” I do as he commands. I gape with wide eyes at the man before me. Long thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail, he had on a strange white outfit that showed off his chest and yet was like a skirt at the bottom. His arms were black at the shoulder and gradients to a yellow at his hands, I wonder if that was natural or part of his clothes. He starts to descend towards me as I’m standing there like an idiot. He chuckles, his voice even more sultry. “Like a little bunny caught in her predictors sight.” In the blink of an eye he’s behind me, holding my dagger to my throat. His hood most likely fell off as he dashed for me. “You are the only one who has ever tried to kill me. Others have begged or tried to bargain. Some I’ve even fed to Xiao because they only cared about the prestige of becoming my wife.”

“Your eyes... the legends and one own imagination cannot do them justice. I’ve imagined them thousands of times. How could I have hated these beautiful ambers for five years?” I looked up at him as he leaned over me.

“Excuse me? Did you just ignore what I said? Maybe I wasn’t clear enough. Women who try to seduce me are fed to my servants.”

I’m off in lala land and can’t fully register his word. “My father’s probably told me your legend 100 times when I was younger. If you’re going to kill me please let me die with your eyes being the last sight I see.”

“100 times? I could never fathom hearing something 20 times let alone that many.”

“Ironically I am your 20th bride.”

“Do you think that makes you special?”

“That’s for you to decide. Are those horns real?” His horns came up from his head and slanted back then curled back towards the front. I turned around in his hold.

“Yes they are, and they’re vERY—” He cuts himself off as I grab his horn. He groans at the contact dropping my dagger, it clangs as it reaches the ground. “—Sensitive.” He grabs my hips and nearly grinds our waists together. He breathing is heavy as he layers his head on my neck and guides me up the stairs. I almost trip a few times as I have to walk backwards. “If you ever do that again, you won’t be walking for a week.” He pushes me down on his throne. He pins my hands above me.

“Was- was that supposed to be as erotic as you made it sound?” My face feels hot and is undoubtedly red.

He looks at me surprised and then angry. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take you right here, or better yet call in the Adepti to watch as I fuck you dumb on my cock like the whore that you are?”

“Morax, I know that you probably won’t care but I’d like to ask you a question before you deflower me.”

He looks a bit surprised, probably because of the name I called him by. “... this better be good.”

“Why did you ask for a bride?”

“Why? Why?! I don’t have to tell you anything!!”

“Okay. I’m ready.” I say nonchalantly. This caught him off guard.

“Excuse me.”

“You granted me my question, and from the stories I’ve been told Morax keeps his word. You told me you were going to torture the poor Adepti by forcing them to watch us propagate.”

“Do you just believe everything that you’ve been told or read in a book?” His face like the fabled Jueyun Chili’s.

“I was actually also wondering about those stories. But you’ve only permitted me with one question, so I guess I’ll never know.”

“If you were so curious about me why’d you try to kill me?” He lets me sit up.

“I mean, you are quite well known for your brides going missing and never coming back. It would be stupid not to have some kind of protection, whether or not it would work is a whole different argument. I figured that if for some reason I changed my mind I should still have some protection.”

He smirks at me. “I don’t think that’s you wanting to kill me is the truth. Not anymore at least. You wanted to convince yourself that you would be the hero. But what you really wanted was answers. Answers to the questions that you’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep about. I can see it in your eyes. The was they sparkled when you went to grab my horns. The way you looked over my body as I came closer to you just a few minutes ago. The way you were ready to use your last boon on something that should be so innocent, just so that you could get the answers that were just eating you alive.”

Could he really read you like an open book? One with the letter printed big and bold? “Okay, you forced me to face a truth I really didn’t want to confront. What does this mean now? You know that I won’t try to kill you, you know that I don’t want your power, and you know that I’m not gonna beg for my life or try to bargain for the sake of Liyue. So what will you do now?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone who’s interested in history and my stories stumble into my life. I’d like to keep you around for now.”

“What happens when you don’t want me anymore?” He walks back to where he dropped my dagger and comes back with it. He makes a slit on his palm and smeared the golden blood on my forehead in a single line.

“I make this contract to you that should I get bored of you that you may leave this place and never return. Once you wash off my blood the contract with solidify.”

(A/n: just go with it)

“Well what happens if you take my virginity then get bored of me? It wouldn’t be proper for me to marry another.”

He makes another slit on his palm as the first healed already. Then drags another line across my forehead. “If I am to take you, let our first contract become null and void and I will make you my wife.”

“Does this mean that I may ask you anything that I want?” My eyes widened probably sparkling.

He chuckles. “How about you go explore while I um... ahem, straighten up.” He gestures to the tent in his pants.

I blush and look away. “Right! So Um, bye!” I run from the room to the door on the left of the main entrance to the throne room.

<><;><><>

I didn’t see him again until dusk that same day. I got well acquainted with the rest of the rest of the adepti in their human forms. I also found water to wash off his blood. He found me wandering around and brought me to a bedroom.

“This will be your room. Mine is just across the way if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it. This is my only article of clothing and if we were in the same room then I’d be too overwhelmed by that little body of you little bunny to resist.”

“Um, will I have more than one piece of clothing?”

“I’ve already asked Shenhe to get your clothes from your father. I believe that some of the other citizens have given you presents as well. Something about this being a change for the better.”

“They probably think that if I’m moving my clothes here that you’ve accepted me and won’t seek another bride at least for a few decades.”

“By then who knows what invention they will make to stop me. I might be done for.”

“I don’t think so. You’re the oldest documented creature in the world!”

“And yet you still wonder why I want a bride.”

“Your lonely?” He goes into his own room and closes and locks the door. “But what about the Adepti!”

“Good night bunny.” He says through the door.

“That not my name!” I shout my name to him.

<><;><><>

3rd person POV

When Shenhe reached Liyue she was confused about the what the people were doing. Most were celebrating. But there was a lone man in the background shaking and trying to stay calm. When she arrived the celebration stopped dead in its tracks and everyone looked panicked.

“Where is the new brides father?” No one new who she was talking about so she informed them that a new bride had offered herself up. The brides father steps up to Shenhe and asked what happened to his daughter. She asks for your clothes and tells everyone that the girl was alive and well.

After that everyone ran back to their homes and grabbed something nice to give her for the new bride. They all tagged the gifts so the bride knew, who gave her what.

<><;><><>

1st person POV

I found the gifts in my room. Very pleasant silk clothes and finely made hair pins, combs and brushes. A few even sent toys. ‘Wait, they think...’ I thought as my face heated up. ‘No, no. Get those disgusting perverted thoughts out of your head girl! He’s just keeping you around for entertainment!’

<><;><><>

The next day at breakfast I started asking him questions.

“So if you only fed a few to Xiao what happened to the rest?”

“Well I either got tired of their nonsense and killed them or they ate a Jueyun chili and died. The ones I fed to Xiao I turned into mice first. And the rest of them who left behind bodies were buried.”

“They’re real? Jueyun Chili’s I mean.”

“Of course.”

“Are they really as hot as a thousand fires?”

“Oh no, it’s more like ten thousand.” He chuckles.

“Are you making fun of me? I really am curious!”

“I know. You’re just too cute Little Bunny.” He smirks. “They are spicy enough to kill a mortal with a single bite. Even the smallest nibble would kill a fragile soul.”

“Are you going to set a limit to how many questions I get to ask you per day?”

“Why would I do that? That would just restrict my fun!”

“I just don’t want to make you annoyed.”

“You are very interested Little Bunny.” He chuckles again, as I blush.

“Are your arms... naturally like that?”

“Yes.

...it’s how I look because I my dragon form.”

“Right, Shenhe mentioned that in this cave you all transformed into human like beings. Why is that? What is it about this cave that allows you to transform.”

“I was the only one able to shape shift. They all longed to have the ability to have a human form. I carved these halls and cast a spell over this place that allows them to transform into whatever human form they desire.”

“I’m happy for them!”

“As am I.”

<><;><><>

After a four months I was still living with them and it was reaching near my birthday.

“Hello Morax! Do you want to know why today is so special for me!”

“I’ll bite, why?”

“I’m 21 today! It’s my birthday!”

“Birthday?” He looks confused.

“Well yeah! Mortals have this tradition called a birthday where we celebrate the day that we were born and how many years we’ve been alive!”

“Well good Birthday to you then.”

“Silly! Mortals say happy birthday and whoever is having the birthday receives presents. So can yours be you telling me stories from the millennia that you protected Liyue? Please?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy. “You are certainly interesting. You can ask for anything and you ask for that?”

“I wasn’t sure that if I asked any other day that you would tell me stories.” I look down in embarrassing.

He pulls me onto his lap as he sits on his throne. “I’ll tell you anything that you want if you tell me what else you want for your birthday.”

“Um, well I guess... the only other thing that I’d want is to maybe go outside. Only for an hour or two. It’s just, I haven’t been out since I moved in and I’d like some natural sunlight.”

“I’ll do you one better. As long as myself or one of the Adepti are with you, you can go out anytime.”

“Really?” My eyes shine brightly. He nods. “Thank you so much!” I squeal and hug him, as well as giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you want to go now?”

“Just let me hug you a little longer.” I request a bit embarrassed.

<><;><><>

It’s getting close to a year now and I’ve noticed that Morax seems withdrawn from me.

“Hey. Morax? Rex Lapis? Zhongli? Are you okay?” I knock on his door and don’t get a reply. Xiao is walking past when he decides to pull me away from his masters room. “Hey what was that for?”

“You’ve made it farther than most. Except for one. Guizhong, the first bride.”

“What happened to her?”

“The legends you’ve been told are wrong. Guizhong offered herself to the master. She was much like you. Curious, fearless, trusting but not naive, but the biggest difference is that she could tell him to back off. You just let him tease you like a masochist.”

“Okay so why isn’t she here?”

“He had never had a lover before, he was possessive over her. And as time went on she started to hate him. And she flung herself off of the balcony in his room.”

“Oh my goodness, poor Morax.”

“On top of all of that she was his first love.”

“Xiao please, help me get in there! I want to let him know that I won’t leave him! That I want to stay with him!”

“Luckily I have the only other key to the masters room. I have to warn you though, he’ll be in his dragon form but it’ll be only a tenth his true forms size.” He unlocks the door and I rush in to the lavish room. It’s the most beautiful room in his palace. He lays motionless in his dragon form. Around his bed. In this form he huge. 50 feet long, brown scales, gold locks and curly horns. The legends really don’t do his majestic beauty justice.

I rush to his side and hug his head in my arms. He’s very thick though so I can’t get my hands all the way around. “I’m here, and I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

He lets out a small roar, something akin to a whimper.

<><;><><>

I’m in my fifth year staying with Morax, and I’m madly in love with him.

On this wonderful day all of the Adepti are running around the hall in a panic.

“Ganyu what’s going on?”

“Well um... maybe you should stay in your room for a few days to about a week... and lock the door... and hide if someone tries to come in.”

“Ganyu, where is Morax?”

“Please for your own safety stay away from the master this week.”

“But-” before I could ask her anymore questions she rushed off. ‘Morax what are you hiding?’ I thought. I know that it’s rude to go into someone’s room without their permission but I am supposed to be his bride so surely an exception can be made just this once.

I slip through the door and the room is almost pitch black save for a few candles. His balcony door is closed and his curtains are drawn. I hear rustling around the room and feel arms snake around my waist. “What are you doing here, my cute little bunny?” Morax’s voice sounds strained, and yet hungry. Husky and low and so sultry. As he spoke that into my ear his hot breath hitting the shell I almost melted right there.

“Morax? What’s going on?”

“Seems there are stories that even my little scholar doesn’t know. Once every 100 years or so I go into heat, it’s a time period called breeding season. You seem so ravenous right now.” He groans in my ear and suddenly I feel my underwear becoming damp. “Don’t you know how rude it is to enter someone’s room without knocking? I think that you need to be punished.”

A small squeak was all I could muster as he threw me over his shoulder and walked me over to his bed. He dropped me down onto it and made quick work in getting rid of my clothes, leaving me in only my underwear.

“Naughty little thing aren’t you.” He teased as he felt my slit through my underwear.

“Morax, please. Stop teasing me, and just fuck me.” I whimper.

“Eager are we?” He smirks.

“I really love you and I want this. Please, let me help you. I want to help you, I want you!”

He blushes at my confession and gently smiles at me. “Whatever my love wants, she will get.”

<><;><><>

“Do you think that I’m pregnant?”

“I’m not sure. I fucked you good though.” He teased.

“Yeah and I can’t feel my legs.” I deadpan.

“What a shame. Looks like you can’t leave then.” He snuggles closer to me as the week of his breeding period is over.

“I love you.” I tell him.

“I know you’ve practically chanted it this entire week.”

“Well you better get used to it because you promised to marry me if we had sex.”

“I’ve known for a while now that I wanted to marry you.”

“Does that mean that I can touch your horns whenever I want?”

“Didn’t you get enough of that this week?”

“I like your horns, I find them very cute and so smooth.” I smile as he flushes red.

“Given the chance to become immortal and live with me forever, would you take it?”

“Staying young with you forever? Yes please, where do I get this immortality?”

“The Valberry. A single bite will give you keep you young forever and you will get to be with me, forever.”

“Really? Screw til death do us part! I want you to myself forever!”

<><;><><>

“Do you Rex Lapis, The Great One, Mighty Dragon of Geo, Zhongli, Morax, take this woman to be your wife for eternity?” Yanfei asks.

“I do.”

“And do you-”

“I do!”

“She doesn’t even need to think about it, that’s what I like to hear! I now pronounce you husband and wife.” We embrace is a long loving kiss.

All of Liyue cheers at the sight of their protector finally being satisfied.

After the wedding we went back to the palace and Morax lays me down on our bed and crawls on top of me.

“I hope you’re ready for me to fuck a baby into you.” He licks his lips with his long dragon tongue.

“We don’t have to rush anything we’ve got all this time in the world.” I smirk at him.

“I am your protector. You are mine to love. Though the seasons may change and life caries on for mortals, I will be here to protect you always. I love you bunny.”

“I love you too Morax.”

[neverchecking]

That recent Sage fic u wrote was MUAH BELOVED But now we can't get enough 🧍‍♀️so if it isn't much of a hassle and u still have some room, may I request a oneshot (it can be HCs too if u want) exploring how much of a.. hawk Sage is guarding and protecting Reader? It's like a follow up fic of ur last one

Look. Look. Y'all are straight up feral for this man and I love feeding you guys.

It's no hassle at all darling, and I always have room! I went with HC's bc they're easier when it comes to spitballing like this.

Also, me and @eeveelutionqueen1995 have decided that Wild (Blue Nightshade), Calamity (Silent Princess) and Sage (Sundelion) are now the Flower Garden trio. The council has SPOKEN-

I was gonna wait to post this tomorrow, but y'all can thank @lovanmari because their art of Sage had me BARKING- so have this as a treat from me to you.

Sage, for those new here, is TotK Link! So spoilers below!

The 'last' one can be found here!

・❥・After resigning himself to your pitiful cause, Sage decides to get you to a stable first and foremost. He has no idea how old your injury is nor how well taken care of it, if at all, so he needed to get a grasp on that.

・❥・He couldn't risk losing his only support in this cruel world due to an infection caused by neglect by things far out of his control.

・❥・So, that was first. The stable hands greeted him with a smile-- shaky and unsure of his normally glowering features much less stiff as you babbled on about this group of yours.

・❥・They knew better than to push him though, simply giving you both a large berth after he snapped his glare at a stable boy that tried to offer you a water canteen.

・❥・He gave you his own while wordlessly daring anyone else to try that. He had no idea where that water came from. Whose to say this stablehand wasn't Yiga? What if it was poisoned?! He couldn't risk it.

・❥・He made sure your injury was wrapped and treated properly, before anything else, listening to you go on and on about something or another. He answered the questions you had ("What kind of flower is that?" "...Sundelion." "That's a huge Bokoblin! Do they all come that size?" "No, just the boss Bokoblins." "Those are thing? Are they tougher than regular Bokoblins?" "...Not anymore.") calmly and succinctly,

・❥・Just as he sat back to try and figure out the best route of action from this point on (His day to day life was so dangerous. He'd have to make some serious adjustments if he wanted to keep you within arms reach. There was no question after this that you were his- even if you didn't know it yet- and he couldn't very well just leave you at this stable. He did have a home on the outskirts of Tarrey town. No one would hear your screams or pleas for escape...) the sound of some sort of warbling caught his attention and yours.

・❥・He immediately jumped to action as he stepped in front of you, pulling out the Master Sword-- that he recently retrieved-- and holding out his shield. The Sage spirits echoed his stance as he allowed them to roam, your excited squeak making his ears twitch. He'd have to show them to you up close after the threat was disengaged.

・❥・In front of him, a portal of some sorts-- a dark purple with three straight edges--wavered in front of him, testing his patience as it remained frustratingly dormant.

・❥・"That's one of the portals I was talking about!" You called from behind him, running up to stand behind him with your hand, soft and free of blemishes, settling on his shoulder.

・❥・That meant either this supposed Dink (What a dumb name for a being of evil) or your damned group was making their grand (re)appearance.

・❥・He wasn't sure which option he loathed the idea of more.

・❥・The first one to pop through the portal was a tall blond adorned in armor and an eyesore of a scarf. Immediately, he could only see all of the weak points this...man showcased. (He had no protection anywhere near his thighs, nor his neck, meaning if he could fake a hit at either one he could quickly redirect a swipe at the other and hopefully nick an artery-)

・❥・He was just about to do just that when you stepped around him. "Wars!"

・❥・Ah. So you knew him. He was part of your disgraced group...Or was he?

・❥・Quickly grabbing your arm, he made sure you stayed close as you glanced back at him. He kept his gaze on the imposter. "Remember what I said about the puppets."

・❥・You thought for a second before frowning, stepping back behind him. He had warned you of Ganon being able to make lifelike puppets. So close to the real thing they almost fooled even him.

・❥・You took his warning in head even as the other turned to look at him. And you. Mostly you if the look of pure admiration written all over his features said anything.

・❥・"Oh, my precious Angel, you're safe!" He cried out, moving to step closer before Sidon's trident clanged noisily against Yunobo's Boulder breaker, creating an 'x' right in front of where he stood, pushing you behind him.

・❥・"Come no closer!" He barked at the startled man. "State your name and business, but come no further."

・❥・The man glowered at him, fingers twitching on the hilt of his weapon. The portal wavered behind him but it was forgotten as Link tightened his grip around the Master Sword.

・❥・"I am here for them. We were separated, but, as you can see, we've been reunited. Your...assistance is no longer needed." The other, Wars, growled out through ground teeth. "I'll take it from here."

・❥・"I'm sure you'd like that." He barked back, lowering his stance as his teeth bared themselves. He wasn't against charging teeth first and using his weapon as an afterthought.

・❥・Wars grimaced at the primal response. Then he seemed to remember himself, sending you a positively pitiful glance. "Angel, you have no idea how long we've been looking for you-"

・❥・"Y/n!" Another voice called, much younger and much closer than Link anticipated. A young boy, looking much like the other male-- same blond hair and blue eyes--ran right up to the Sage spirits. "It's me. Wind! You know me!" He cried, tears welling up in his wide eyes. "Don't tell me you forgot me!"

・❥・You broke free of his grasp before he could readjust it, running forward to cradle the youngest one to your chest. "I would never!"

・❥・Oh, this just wouldn't do at all.

・❥・"Y/n-" He hissed, stepping closer to retrieve you before a weapon was swung towards him. His own met it before it collided with his shoulder, pushing it off of him as he was met with an eerily familiar face. Riddled with scars and with hair too long to be practical, he realized he was met with another contender for your attention.

・❥・The scarred man snarled his own grimace, with his own teeth bared-- canines comparatively sharp to his own. His body language said everything he didn't. Back the fuck up.

・❥・He did not. He grew closer, getting up in the other's face. Not a chance in the fiery depths of hell.

・❥・"Move." Was all Link said, the other refusing to do so, before your hands were pushing against his chest. He followed the direction you pushed him in, as gentle and loving as you were with everything.

・❥・"They are not our enemies, Link." You whispered, eyes wide and pleading. He almost felt as if he had no choice but to listen.

・❥・And then there was a fucking small army behind you and he was on the offensive again. Who were these people, threatening to take you away from him?!

・❥・"Stand down!" A loud voice barked. The authority in it was present as he eyeballed the source. Tall. Blond haired and blue eyed with tattoos or markings of some sorts on his face. One eye was shut with a scar dragging over it with his own armor gleaming in the light. "We mean no harm." The gleam in his eye said otherwise.

・❥・He did not back down, but he did allow you to step in front of him. Even if he quickly wrapped an arm around your hips. That earned him a few glares. Good.

・❥・"He doesn't either!" You quickly reassured. "This is another Link!"

・❥・...I'm sorry, did you say another? Were these all...him? He sincerely hoped not. It seemed the rest of them agreed as another one, seemingly younger than that Wind character if his height was anything to go by, stepped up, pushing against Sidon's Trident, even if it didn't move. "My jewel, you know I would never doubt you, but...are you sure?"

・❥・You hurriedly explained everything to them, even going as far as to raise his hand that clutched the Master sword in front of them. He eyed their cautious expressions before another was stepping forward. He had some sort of white cape wrapped around him and was holding another version of the Master Sword, supposedly, in front of him. She didn't quite gleam like his did, but he supposed that was because his was fresh from a ten thousand year power nap.

・❥・"Then he wouldn't mind putting what you say to the test, would he, songbird?" The sword was offered.

・❥・In an act of pure spite, his own was sheathed as he kept his hand around your waist, reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around the blade. The blade let out a chime before an echo rung in his head.

・❥・'Welcome, Hero of the Zonai.'

・❥・...He was going to kill Hylia.

[f1goat]

fwb x lando norris - part eight

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

playlist x masterlist

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

“Lan? You’re-“ you can’t even finish your sentence. Lando softly pushes you inside your own apartment, almost lunging himself at you. His lips are firmly pressed again yours. He remembers to close to door behind him with his free arm, while not moving away from you. You enjoy the feeling of his lips on your own, you have missed this. Is it bad that you have missed this so much? It’s only been a few days. This can’t be a good sign. You quickly discard the thoughts, you don’t want your overthinking to ruin this moment. This is something you want to enjoy.

Lando his hands are roaming all over your body. His lips leave yours to move over to your neck. He presses some soft kisses against your neck and shoulders. You let out a soft whimper. While you enjoy his movements, Lando takes a quick look at your outfit. He mentally thanks you for wearing a skirt. That makes everything he has planned a lot easier. 

You feel how Lando lifts you up. You’re still pressed against the wall, but this time a bit higher. Lando looks up at you, admiring you. He quickly unbuttons his pants to let out his boner. Before you realize it, Lando is sliding your skirt up and moving your string a bit aside. His fingers are sliding through your labia. You let out a soft moan when he brushes past your clitoris. It’s almost unbelievable that you’re already this wet. This man is doing things to you. 

He likes the idea of you being as horny as he is. Lando can’t deny himself a small smile to form on his face. This is the best version of coming home to Monaco. He slides his dick inside of your vagina. At first he moves slowly, waiting for you to tell him to go faster. You don’t use the words, but you pull softly onto his hair. He gets the message and increases his pace. 

Who would have thought that opening your door would lead you to getting fucked against a wall in your hallway? You can’t complain about it. 

It’s fast and rough. Lando is sliding in and out you multiple times. Almost losing himself in the process. He lets out a hard groan when he’s almost finished. You recognize the feeling in your stomach, you’re almost there as well. You’re the first one to come, Lando follows you quickly. 

After a short silence Lando puts you back on the ground. He sends you a boyish smile. He wants to say something, but a wave of doubt hits him. What is he supposed to say now? Wasn’t it rude to fuck you before even greeting you? He starts to doubt his actions, feeling pretty insecure about them. 

“You’re early. That’s what I wanted to say,” you tell Lando with a smile on your face. Before Lando can react, you press a gently kiss against his lips. Lando is quick to forget about his worries. If you didn’t like it, he’d have known by now. 

“Surprise?” He says, he laughs about his own remark. You laugh as well. “You can surprise me more often like that,” you say. 

“I think I have to catch up after missing you for a couple days,” Lando tells you. “I think so as well,” you reply. 

Lando is earlier then you’re expected. You were just getting started with the preparations for dinner. That means that you’re getting back to the kitchen, going further with making dinner. Lando decides to come with you, not wanting to spend another second apart from you for a while. While you’re cutting up some vegetables, Lando takes a seat close to you. He can’t stop himself from looking at you. 

Maybe it’s time for him to tell you about his feelings. He knows that he can’t suppress them much longer. He almost texted you that he loves you. He stays silent sometimes because he doesn’t trust himself. He craves it. He wants to tell you that he’s in love with you, that he has had a crush on you since the first time he saw you and that he can’t spend a hour without thinking about you. He wants nothing more then to tell you how unfair it is that you can make him feel like this. But he doesn’t dare. How relieving it will feel, it will never beat the sadness of you leaving him. He knows what will happen when he tells his feelings. He will lose you. The rules between the two of you are clear. When there are feelings getting involved, it’s time to stop. 

You look over at Lando while turning the meat over to the other side in your pan. The boy seems sunken in deep in his thoughts. You wonder about what he’s thinking. You turn your attention back to the meat cooking in the pan in front of you. But you can’t stop thinking about Lando. This is getting messy. You know you have rules between Lando and yourself, you know which one you’re breaking this time. There are feelings getting involved. You can’t deny it anymore. Your small crush has developed into falling pretty hard for the brunette boy. 

After a while dinner is ready. It’s awfully quiet between you and Lando. It’s getting uncomfortable. The both of you are lost in your own minds. Both thinking about the same, the involved feelings, but you don’t know it from each other. If you only did. You and Lando quietly eat dinner. You try thinking about possible subjects to talk about. You know plenty. You’re curious about what has Lando been up to in England, how his workdays for McLaren look. But you can’t find the words to ask about it. 

When you’re finished with dinner, Lando helps you with clearing up the table. Together you put the dishes into the dishwasher. Everything is still happening in silence. It’s slowly driving you insane. 

“Thanks for dinner Y/N, I think I will head home now,” Lando says after a while. 

You’re surprised about his words. Why is he going home? You want to question him why, you want to tell him that he should stay. Maybe the two of you can watch a movie or something? You want to end this day positively, not still with this awkward vibe hanging around. You think about your reply. After a bit you decide to settle for an okay. If Lando wants to go home, he should go home.

The words are so simple, it’s only four letters and you have said it. But in some way you’re messing it up. You can’t stop yourself from saying a completely different word. Instead of telling Lando the okay you had planned, you’re only saying: “Stay.” Fuck. You don’t know what to say next, but you also don’t want the awkward silence to go on. At on point you start rambling and now you can’t seem to stop. 

“I don’t know why things are this awkward, maybe I was thinking too much. But I want to hear about your last days, I want to watch some dumb movie with you and cuddle with you. I don’t want you to go home like this. Let me make this right,” you ramble. 

You’re surprised Lando heard everything. You were speaking pretty fast. 

“It’s not your fault,” Lando tells you at first, “You don’t have to make anything right.”

You feel goosebumps appearing on your skin. You shiver. Deep down you know that this isn’t your fault. It’s on the both of you that it was awkward. You’re both lost in your thoughts. It’s not anyones fault in particular. But you know that saying sorry is easier then getting blamed later on. That’s how it works right? It’s how it worked with George after all. Just say sorry and avoid problems later. 

“I didn’t talk to you as well. We both made it a bit awkward, don’t you think?” Lando continues. 

A single tear runs over your cheek. You hope Lando doesn’t notice. It’s unfair how much time you wasted on George. Lando isn’t saying anything weird or crazy or something romantic. He’s doing the bare minimum. The normal thing to do. And you can’t stop feeling special because of it. This is so wrong. 

Lando notices your sad facial expressions, he notices the small tear that runs down over your cheek. He gets closer to you. Reaching out his arms, waiting for you to chose what you want to do with that. You look at his reached out arms. You don’t think about your next action, you step closer to Lando and let his arms fall around you. You put your arms around him as well, quietly hugging the boy. 

“If anyone has made a mistake it’s probably me,” Lando tells you while hugging you, “I shouldn’t have said that I’m going home in such a weird way. It’s ungrateful after the dinner you just made me and I lied.”

You look up to Lando. He lied? What does he mean with that? 

“You lied?” You ask.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you and talk about what we both did the last days,” Lando explains himself, “and I want to cuddle with you while planning what we will do together the next couple days. I want to take you out somewhere.”

Lando knows what he just said. He knows he’s breaking another rule. He knows all about the media attention it will probably get when the two of you are going out somewhere together. But if you want it as well, he doesn’t care about the media. It would be nice to show some people, George, that you’re actually spending time with him. 

“That sounds lovely,” you reply to Lando, “Can we start with the cuddling part?” 

Lando smiles, you’re the absolute best thing that has ever happened to him. He can’t tell you about his feelings. He can’t risk it to lose you. If this is all he can get, he would take it again and again. 

**

The last hour you and Lando have told each other all about the last days. Lando is cuddled up against you, holding you close to himself. You love the warm feeling of him laying against you. It feels nice to be this close with him once again. 

“Let’s do something together tomorrow,” Lando suggests. 

“What do you want to do?” You ask him.

“Can you golf?” Lando asks.

You laugh while telling him no, of course you can’t golf. 

“Great! I’ll teach you tomorrow, then we can grab dinner after,” Lando plans. 

Lando sounds enthusiastic. You like it. You like the fact that he actually wants to do things with you. You think about the impact your date - can you even call it a date? - with Lando will have. The changes that someone will find out and post about it on social media are high. The whole formula one fandom will know about it after a few hours probably. You know there will be harsh messages from so called fans. Of course they will hate you for it. A big part will probably think you’re only hanging out with Lando for the fame, for the formula one world or to get back to George. But for the first time, you can’t stress yourself about it. It would be stupid to deny Lando his idea for online reactions. Let them think badly about you for all that they want. It isn’t going to ruin your day with Lando. 

“If you want to?” Lando his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “I totally get it if you don’t want to do something in public with me. I know the rules, I know the reactions it will cause..” Lando continues. 

You turn your head a bit, facing Lando. You notice the semi sad look on his face. 

“I don’t care about that Lan,” you tell Lando, “I’d love to spend the day with you tomorrow and do what you have planned.”

**

“Oh no,” Lando says. You just opened the door for him. He slept at your place last night, but he went home to get his golf stuff and to get changed. You just changed your clothes as well. You notice that Lando is looking at them. Why did he say that exactly?

“You can’t wear that,” Lando tells you. 

You look at your outfit, wondering what’s wrong with it? You’re wearing a short white skirt, it’s combined with a tight polo shirt. If you can believe your research on TikTok, this is exactly what girls who golf wear. You’re wearing sneakers with the outfit and your hair is put up in a ponytail. There’s nothing weird about your look, right? 

“Why?” You ask Lando confused.

“You’ll distract me to whole time,” Lando confesses. 

You let out a soft laugh. You were afraid Lando would say something bad about your outfit, but this is a lot better. You can have some fun with this. You are going to show him how you can distract him. 

“You’ll handle it,” you tell Lando.

A bit later you and Lando are standing on the golf course together. Lando is trying to explain the basics of golf to you. You want to pay attention, you really want. But Lando his semi tight pants are distracting you. How can he whine about your outfit, when his is also distracting you? You try to hit the ball a couple times, but your swing is terrible. Lando laughs at you. 

“Come here,” he tells you while standing a bit farther away from you. 

You walk over to Lando. He is already holding his club closely to the small ball. Lando reaches out to you, grabbing you softly at your waist and pulling you closer to himself. He puts you in front of himself. 

“Before I show you how to properly swing the club, can you kiss me?” Lando asks you. 

You give him a surprised look. Kiss him? Here? You’re not used to public affection. What if someone sees? Or what if someone takes a picture of him while kissing you? You try to discard your thoughts about the media attention. You don’t want to care about that. But you do wonder why Lando wants you to kiss him. 

“Kiss you?” You ask Lando.

He simply nods. You still doubt his motives. Since when is he asking you to be kissed in public places? You take a quick look around the course. There aren’t many people, to be fair there’s only a group of males from your age standing close enough to notice you and Lando. You vaguely recognize a few from them, but you don’t know where from. They are probably famous for something. You feel safe enough by your surroundings to press your body a bit closer to Lando. You face him before pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

Lando is quick to react. He grabs you by your ass, pulling you even closer to himself. His hand doesn’t leave your ass after that. He extents the kiss as long as he can. When you pull back, he lets out a soft whine. Disappointed about missing the warm feeling of your lips. 

“What was that about?” You ask Lando.

You notice that he’s looking at the boys you were looking at before. You look at his face. It almost looks like he’s trying to send some sort of message to them with his expression. 

“Nothing?” Lando says. It sounds more like a question then as an answer.

“Lan?” You ask again. 

“They were looking at you,” Lando says eventually, “like all the time. I didn’t like it.” 

You can’t deny that his words are making you feel all kind of things. The butterflies in your stomach are awaking and helping with those feelings. Is Lando jealous? Could it be? You don’t think about your next move. You press a kiss against his cheek. 

“I didn’t even notice that,” you tell Lando. 

“It was quite obvious,” Lando tells you. 

“Hm, I did pay attention to someone else I guess,” you say. 

Lando looks around. Is there anyone close to him and you? Someone he didn’t notice before? He thought those boys were the only ones. He sees no one else. Then who is it that you’re paying attention to?

You notice Lando his confused look. You laugh softly. “To you Lando,” you say after a while of laughing. Lando his confused look quickly changes into a happy one. He pulls you closer once again, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“Are you now focused enough to teach me how to golf?” You ask teasingly. 

“Hold the club with me,” he tells you. Lando positions himself behind you. You can’t help yourself, you brush your ass against a familiar spot in his pants. You don’t acknowledge it, trying to act like it was a accident. Lando doesn’t mention it. He shows you how to make a nice swing. 

You and Lando make a few swings together. It’s going pretty well. You decide to tease Lando a bit more. You push your ass a bit more backwards and jiggle a bit. Lando lets out a soft groan when you move your ass around his dick. He quickly feels it harden. 

“Tease,” Lando mutters in your ear. 

“Oops?” You reply with a small smile. 

You take a swing on your own now. Hitting the ball nicely. You turn around to Lando, sending him a grin. “That was a good one, right?” You ask Lando. He nods and tells you yes. You smile proudly. You walk towards Lando, still proud of yourself.

“What about a thank you for your great teacher?” Lando asks you. 

“Dinner is on me tonight,” you suggest. 

“No, not like that,” Lando tells you directly, “I’m paying dinner tonight, no discussion. But you can thank me some other way?”

He wiggles with his eyebrow. You laugh about it. He’s the absolute worst. But you’re falling for it each time. When the two of you are back at his car, you decide to thank your so called teacher. You doubt a bit about your moves at first. Why is he driving for McLaren instead of some family car branch? The car doesn’t give you a lot of options. 

When Lando starts to drive back to your place, you place your hand on his boner. He looks at you, questioning your next move. You unzip his pants, within a few seconds you have his boner all free. You’re glad that your hair is already in a ponytail, making it a bit easier. 

“What are you doing?” Lando asks you.

“Thanking my teacher?” You mimic his earlier words. 

“Fuck,” Lando mutters when you take his hard one in to your mouth. 

You remove your mouth one last time to answer Lando. “You better focus on the road,” you tell him. Then you focus all your attention on giving him a nice thank you. 

Your hand is around the shaft of Lando his dick. Your mouth is covering the rest of it. You bob your head, letting his boner slide in and out your throat. You use your other free hand to caress his balls. Lando lets out a hard moan. 

He wants to look at you, but he’s afraid that if he does he will cause an accident. He lets out a groan. He loves what you’re doing to him, but he is frustrated at the same time. He wants to give you his attention. He wants you feel you as well. Lando can’t deny himself one short look. The look of you almost makes him cum in an instance. Scrap almost. The second you look up to him, Lando feels his cum dripping out of him. He can’t stop looking at you while you swallow his cum.

A loud horn wakes him up from you. Fuck. He should have focused on the road. A car is honking behind him. Lando missed the stoplight turning green again. He holds up his hand to wave some sort of sorry to the driver behind him, while quickly driving further. 

“You’re the worst,” Lando tells you. 

“You love it,” you say. You notice that you’re responding the same way as you texted with him earlier.

Lando almost says it. He’s so close. He can almost feel the words leaving his tongue. But he doesn’t dare. Once again. 

“You don’t even realize it,” Lando eventually says. 

[beetlebug-bii]

Hello! Can we get the next part in feral child MC please? It's very cute and now I'm excited it's okay if you can't I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I hope you have a wonderful day or night or whatever wherever you are! 😁

Feral Child Mc (unfortunately) Goes To School

A/N: of course! I hope you enjoy, I haven't slept in like two days and its two in the morning so xdtfyg I hope you enjoy starling! also I love your username so much hehehe

Content Warnings: Swearing, mentions of weed, biting, feral behavior written by a dumbass, silly goofy eepy times

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, FEEL FREE TO ASK TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT -- p.s. previous Feral MC story at the end!

Do not ask me

How

You managed

In one week, one measly week

How the FUCK YOU MANAGED TO SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE SIX TIMES

FLOOD IT THRICE

AND SOMEHOW HOT BOX LUCIFER'S ROOM

no okay I know how that last one happened and it was Lucifers breaking point

Let's just say

You and Satan have a very...

Let's say complex relationship

Some days you're so ready to beat the shit out of one another it's a shocker that nobody has died yet

Other days the brothers live in fear

They can hear the two of you scrumbling in the walls desperately, gnawing at the wooden beams and gnashing your teeth at the thought of causing the entire building to crumble, leaving the two of you to sit upon your throne of rubble and bone...

Yeah the brothers DO N O T

Appreciate Big Brother Satan bonding time

Now you would never have thought to hotbox Lucifers room on your own, honestly Satan was pretty surprised you came to him with the idea and even knew what it was and like yeah he was absolutely gonna help you with that shit because it's so fucking funny but still-

Jokes on him

You didnt come up with it

No in fact it was the man in the walls

Which you have explained to the brothers and now all of them live in fear of some fucking guy just living in their walls

Well all except Lucifer for some reason but I digress

One night whilst scrumbling you came across the attic and low and behold there was just some fucking guy in there

And at first you were like

Hello? Whys there a twink in the attic?

Anyways he didnt take too kindly to you saying that bullshit outloud and the two of you argued over whether or not he was a twink for a solid two hours before he just kind of went

Damn are you fucking high on someth-

Wait a minute

Yo kid I just had the best idea

Anyways you didnt quite get it but you were guaranteed that it would be hilarious

And it was

For all of two hours

And then it wasnt

Because Lucifer came down from his high

And got filled with stress again

Like honestly the man probably needs it you did him a favor /j

Anyways

Then you were no longer allowed "free roam without a babysitter"

"No mammon doesnt count"

"No satan doesnt count either"

"You know what, none of you count"

And then you were put on A BABY LEASH

YEAH THATS RIGHT

HARNESS AND ALL

BABY LEASHED RIGHT ALONGSIDE CERBUS AND HIS NORMAL DOG LEASH

AND YOU WERE DRAGGED TO SCHOOL

On the bright side...

At least you're actually a kid

So it's nowhere as embarrassing as it is for Levi to be hooked to the baby leash and dragged to RAD

You arrived and you were so polite

Such an angel to be around

Is what I would say if I were a fucking liar

You got there and were on all cours growling at the other students

You ran into Luke and he TREMBLED

HE YELPED AND LEAPT INTO SIMEONS ARMS

DO YOU KNOW THE PSYCHOLIGICAL DAMAGE YOU JUST DID ON THAT POOR ANGEL

of course you do

you little monster

You spent the entire first hour of class absolutely gnawing on Lucifer's ankle and you could tell he was really holding back from kicking you

And then you had a brilliant idea!!

TEETH BITE

TEETH SHARP

BITE WITH SHARP TEETH

AQUIRE FREEDOM

and thus your chomp chomp mission began, you began tearing at that leash, and eventually your efforts paid off

You were free!!!

MC IS A FREE HUMAN!!!

And so you ran

You ran like your heart depended on it

Luke

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Get away from him you tiny psychopath

You came running at him down the hallway and what was he even supposed to do???

HE LITERALLY CRAWLED UP A RANDOM DEMON IN FEAR, THEN JUMPED ONTO THE LOCKERS AND COWERED

of course, you tried climbing up to befriend him

...yeah

he didn't like that

He called Simeon sobbing in a panic while smacking you away with a broom handle

then you stole the broom handle...

THEN YOU STARTED BEATING PEOPLE WITH IT SIMEON

P L E A S E

S E N D

H E L P

Simeon

Hahaha aw

what a sweet little thing you are

you're just a baby human!

awwwe come here sweet ange- AHHHH

WHY ARE YOU BITING

NO BAD HUMAN

NO BITING

He is flailing his hand trying to get you to release your pirannah jaws

This does fucking nothing you are LATCHED ON

YOU ARE GAINING FRIENDS

FRIENDSHIP

LIL BITE

Simeon

had to use his foot

He put his foot on your forehead and just had to kick you off before climbing up with Luke in fear

You were scampering around like a fucking shark

The angels were holding each other, reading off their wills

Barbatos and Diavolo

of course they had to walk down the hallway

right when you started climbing the lockers

causing the angels to scream at the top of their lungs

Diavolo

he

he couldn't keep it together

LISTEN OKAY DONT GET ME WRONG

HE FEELS BAD THAT THEY ARE AFRAID

BUT ALSO

YOU ARE SO SM A L L

WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING THEY ARE TINY

SOMETIMES THEY BITE THATS NORMAL PROBABLY

ITS CALLED TEETHING

DUMBASSES /affectionate

Barbatos doesn't quite know how to break it to him that...children your age are far past teething age

Nonetheless, Barbatos dealt with Diavolo as a child, how much worse could you be?

...

......

.........

No one

Not a single soul

Will ever bring up this day

if they want to live

He doesn't even know where you got shoelaces

YOUR SHOES ARE VELCRO

MORE THAN THAT HOW DID YOU GET ON HIS SHOULDERS

WHAT FUCKING MOVIES HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING THAT TAUGHT YOU HOW TO PROPERLY CHOKE SOMEONE OUT???

SOMEONE NEEDS TO RESTRICT YOUR FUCKING INTERNET ACCESS

YOUR HIGHNESS, PLEASE STOP FUCKING LAUGHING I AM DYING FRFR

Solomon

dying frfr

wheezing

crying on the floor

he filmed it all

no more than that

he's live streaming

Lucifer is trying to call him

Lmao blocked

He snatched you up and fucking ran

You are his little buddy now

You are taking cover deep in a place where Solomon knows Lucifer would never look for him...

...

......

Kid don't you dare comment that we're in the gym right now

LISTEN

HE IS A NERD

A BOOK NERD

A MAGIC NERD

HE DOESNT REALLY NEED TO GO TO GYM CLASS NOW STFU BEFORE HE LEAVES YOU FOR DEAD

you know how like

in jail you make toilet wine?

well he made toilet teleportation potion

Just in time the two of you crawled in the bowl and flushed, disappearing as the brothers broke in

they'll never find you now

mwahahahaha

time to watch every season of breaking bad

watch and learn kid

watch

and

learn

Previous Feral MC Post:

[sailtomarina]

Neville, you're wearing a Slytherin tie

To be fair, they weren’t really trying to hide their relationship–they just didn’t go out of their way to announce it. If people noticed, then they noticed. If they didn’t, well, there was a thrill to acting right under people's noses.

They usually kept displays of affection to private nooks, forest shadows, or, more commonly, in the greenhouses where Neville spent much of his free time. Today was one of those days where herbology study turned practical, his hands guiding hers as he deadheaded spent blossoms, fingers plucking swift and sure. Neville didn’t do so with seduction in mind, but Pansy still shuddered at the nearness of his body as he reached around both sides of her in demonstration, the warmth of his chest seeping into her back.

“Are you cold?” He murmured, keeping a steady pace from one potted plant to the next.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” Even though it was just the two of them, she kept her voice soft to match. “It’s sweltering in here.”

This time, he paused for a brief moment, before continuing what he’d been doing.

“What?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s nothing.”

Standing up straight forced him to back up a step, and she turned to peer up at him through her blunt bangs. “Tell me.”

He had grown much taller over the past couple of years, so different from the quiet boy she remembered standing at the edges, yet still the same. He didn’t impose, didn’t presume. He waited and watched and acted precisely when needed. Like now.

Neville tilted his head as his warm eyes considered her, before slowly moving a hand up. She half expected him to cup her cheek in that gentle way of his she loved so much, but instead he gripped the end of her tie and pulled.

The silk slid silently loose, and she released a breathy sigh.

“I find that it helps to undo a few buttons whenever I’m in here.” He demonstrated with those nimble fingers once more, unfastening her collar. He stilled when she brought her hands up to lie on top of his.

“You are full of surprises, Neville.”

That smile of his. If anybody else witnessed the way his lips moved in that confident, delighted way that was pure Neville, they’d never leave him to his silence. Pansy would be shoved unceremoniously aside as the crowd demanded his attention. She didn’t want them to see this side of him that he saved for her. 

It was after they had already packed up their belongings and headed back to the castle that she realized.

“My tie!”

“I’ve got it.”

She blushed as he wound the silk around her neck and proceeded to secure a knot. They stood in the Entrance Hall where anyone might see, but he continued to set her to rights as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Thank Salazar for second chances, shared courses, and a young man who just couldn’t let his classmate fail his favorite class. Her eyes roamed across his mussed hair, the sweat-slicked temples, the scruff of his unshaven face. Pansy never thought she’d prefer the scent of moist soil to cologne, but here she was, inhaling deeply like she couldn’t get enough.

Then her eyes dropped further and widened. Green and silver.

“Neville, you’re wearing a Slytherin tie.” Realization struck and she looked down at her own chest. Red and gold.

“Let’s go get dinner.” His warm hand engulfed her own and, with another of his sweet grins, he led her towards the Great Hall.

It was such a small thing, really, trading silk colors, but Pansy knew their joint entrance would send a message she thought she hadn’t been ready for. They had never announced their relationship, but that didn’t mean she was ashamed of him. If anything, he should be ashamed of her. As if sensing her hesitation, he paused in front of the doors, turned back to look at her, and waited.

The sight of him standing there—hair disheveled, expression caring and concerned, her tie around his neck—filled her to the brim with affection and longing. She could do this. She could be brave and trust in this seedling of a bond. With a sharp nod, she hung on tight to his strength and let him tug her through the door and into the light.

WC 729 Practicing my Panville since I've been writing it for a certain fest ;)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Valentine's Day with Vergil

You were dating the elder son on Sparda for a year now and thought it was time that you took him to your local amusement park. You knew your boyfriend didn't have much of a childhood so you thought this might be fun for him. "Where are we going? Can I take off this ridiculous blindfold now?" You stopped the car. "Alright, we're here." you said and the dark slayer soon had his vision back. "What is this!?"

"What's wrong Vergil?" He looked utterly disgusted. "You know what I mean. This clearly a place for children and I will have no part in these festivities." Before he could walk away you grabbed him by his tail coat. "Wait! I'm sorry. I just wanted to do something special and I figured that you probably haven't been to one of these places. We can leave if you'd like."

Before he could respond, a strange man in a suit approached them. "What are you doing!? It's about time you got here!" Before Vergil could question what was going on, the man had dragged him into the park by his ear while you followed. You then reached a small backroom and soon Vergil had a small bag flung at his chest. "Now go get ready, we don't have all day!" After the man left you looked in the bag. "He thinks you work here? Why would he think that?" Vergil tossed the uniform into the trash. "I have no idea and it matters not. If he crosses my path again I shall slash him. A son of Sparda is too proud to wear such a lowly garment."

You exited the building and were now free to roam around the park. You saw some swan boats and decided that would be a nice place to start. You held each others hands and gazed into each others eyes as he recited William Blake's poetry. Everything was lovely until the lights were suddenly gone. You had just entered the tunnel of love but your boyfriend was now reminded of his decent into hell. "Vergil, everything okay?" It was too quiet. Suddenly a ear piercing scream was making your ears bleed and you said "Shit, not again!"

You reached into your purse and pulled out a bottle of diazepam and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. His canines chomped them down like he was eating wonka nerds and you helped massaged his throat so it all went down. He gasped and you patted him on the back. Damn PTSD. "Thanks." he said. You decide the two of you try something else.

"Look, they have stuffed animals! Let's check it out." You went up to the vendor. "Game cost three tickets to play. You get two rounds and you have to knock down the targets with the ball." Vergil flipped his hand through his hair and laughed. Seems simple enough.

_______________________

It was two hours later and Vergil was losing it. "BLAST! WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING!?" He was seconds away from devil triggering and laying waste to everything in his path. "Look... My shifts over so I'm just gonna let the new guy take over." He walked away and you could hear a faint "Good luck!" Vergil become more agitated and said "I don't care which fool it is, just someone hand me a damn ball!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your little bro?" No, it couldn't be. Slowly Vergil looked up to see an employee that had white hair just like him.. "DANTE, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE!?" Dante jumped back a bit. Even though he was behind the counter he still couldn't predict if his brother would attack him in public or not. "Hey, I'm the one who should be asking you that. And who's this?" Dante winked and Vergil started to growl. "Okay, fine. You didn't ask but I'm here so I can pay off some debt I owe to Lady. Anyway I assume you know the game rules?"

He gave his elder brother a smug look and handed him a ball. Vergil was thankful for all the benzos he had earlier or he would have murdered Dante on the spot. Another ten minutes passed. "What.. is it.. that you.. even want..." he panted. You pointed to the oversized minion plush. He was officially done at this point and summoned a group of mirage blades to break all the targets. Dante went to protest but he just flung the baseball into his brothers skull and took the toy when no one was looking.

Dante woke up in the dark and noticed the park was closed. "I hope this doesn't come out of my salary or I'm going to have to start selling my kidneys again."

[aplaceinthedark]

CONSUMED by the DARK

(a TOWERING MAN story)

Word Count: 2.9k+

CW: supernatural themes, religious sacrifice, body horror, animal cruelty, being buried alive

Pain. Fear. That’s all Noah could feel right now.

He clutched at his side, trying to staunch the blood flowing from the stab wound. Whatever cultists that stabbed him had thankfully not stabbed him deep enough. They had been aiming for the heart, but he twisted just in time.

“Noooo-ahhh!”

He whimpered at the sound of his name being called. He couldn't tell what direction it had come from. Whatever freaks they had out here were searching for him, and they were using his loved ones' voices. Some of them he hadn’t heard in years. Those he could care less about, but when he heard his best friends’ voice, crying out in pain for him, he wanted to curl up and wait until they found him, finishing him off for good.

That's when Noah stumbled face first into another tree, adding more blood to his body. He had entered the woods with a flashlight, but it was gone now. He was stumbling blindly, with no moon to guide him. Why did the gods decide to coincide the summer solstice with the new moon? Whose great idea was that?

Where was the end? How far into the woods was he?

“Noooo-AAAHH!”

God, they had to be close. He could barely run anymore. His fingers were ice cold despite the warm blood slipping between them. His foot caught a loose root, and he fell face down in the dirt. His cry of pain surely would alert them to his location.

Indeed, a low glow lit up the back of his eyelids as he lifted his head. Through bleary eyes, he could make out the dull red glow. Except it wasn’t a cultist standing before him.

Its pelt was black; blacker than the darkness surrounding the two. Noah was certain he would’ve been able to track it in complete darkness. The dull red glow, though, lit up the hollow, and he could see that it came from its antlers. He couldn’t count how many points the stag had, mainly because they seemed to twist and turn in on themselves. Like oak branches, he thought. 

Noah could only imagine what he looked like: covered in blood and dirt, leaves and sticks caught in his shoulder- length hair as well as his clothes. Despite the circumstances, he felt like he wasn’t worthy to be caught in the thing's presence. The stag dug at the ground with one of its massive hooves. Noah was tall, but this beast had to be more than twice his size.

Before Noah could contemplate any further, it spoke, not aloud, but in his mind:

CHILD OF THE VALLEY, WHY HAVE YOU COME TO MY COURT?

Noah flinched at the harsh tone. It was guttural, like a scream that came from the gut rather than the throat. He sputtered, unsure of how he even managed to get to that spot. He told the stag so, through chattering teeth as the coldness of the hollow finally caught up to him. 

The stag tilted its head, the glow of its antlers moving as if filled with liquid. Like blood. The movement almost seemed… human-like. It unsettled Noah even more.

I THINK YOU KNOW WHERE YOU TRULY ARE, NOAH SEBASTIAN DAVIS. YOUR KIND HAVE TOLD THE TALES OF THE WATCHER OF THE WOODS FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.

Noah flinched again at those words that sounded like a parent coldly scolding their child. To be honest, until recently, he never had believed in those tales of darkness roaming the Shenandoah Valley. Then, when what happened with the Folio kid happened, he started to believe it more and more.

“Please… please help me. I-I’ll do anything,” he pleaded, feeling a fresh spurt of blood despite his numb fingers. It wouldn’t be long now.

THERE WILL BE A PRICE.

“I… I don’t care. I- I’ll do any… thing.” He didn’t want to die here, alone in the woods. 

GIVE YOURSELF TO ME. BECOME THE INSTRUMENT OF MY WILL, AND I WILL FREE YOU FROM THE PAIN OF YOUR HUMANITY.

Noah could barely speak at that point, so he merely nodded. The Watcher made a sound, and the world went black. With one last steady breath, Noah spoke his final words:

“I think I've had enough… enough now.”

And that was how the young human, Noah Davis, died and became the Towering Man. 

The search parties were few. That didn’t surprise him. Ever since he and Nicholas were made to be the boys who cried wolf, the people in town were quick to make excuses for his disappearance. 

"He was a troubled boy.”

“He probably just ran away."

“Kids these days. He’s probably lying face down in a drain in the city right now.”

If he could feel anger, it would be at the woman who had claimed to love him. The woman who had turned out to be just like the rest of them. She was the reason for the state that he was in. She was the reason why he had died and sold his soul. After that, she only fueled the rumors that he had run away. Even with Nicholas trying his best to combat the rumors, it was only him against a town of five thousand.

Nicholas tried his best to keep the search parties going, but when you live in a town that values old superstitions over the life of a 21-year-old, it’s hard to do anything. Noah wanted to tell his friend that it was okay, to ease Nicholas’ pain and anxiety, but he was forced to watch as Nicholas continued to put up missing flyers and stay up late at night to wait for Noah to come home.

But after a few months, even Nicholas seemed to give up. His family convinced him to move to Richmond, and for a while Noah would only see Nicholas every once and while, when he would visit Granny. And Noah was forced to do nothing but watch from the treeline.

During the day, he would root himself near Granny Ruffilo’s home. He tried to resist the Watcher’s pull, even at night when he was demanded to collect the offerings left by the cult: mostly blood and wine. Except on the nights when the moon was darkest, then he couldn’t resist the voice inside his head.

Noah wanted to scream out whenever he would see Nicholas through one of the windows; scream at him that he was right there, outside of that window, just past the treeline. Except Nicholas wouldn’t be able to hear him, even if he could use his voice.

And Noah’s heart - or whatever counted as his heart now - turned black.

He watched Nicholas move on. Seasons passed, and so did Noah’s feelings. By the time June came back around, he had pretty much given himself over to the Watcher’s will. He accepted the fact that his best friend would no longer be saving him. 

The night before the summer solstice, Noah was summoned to the Watcher’s Grove. Some would joke that it could be a courtroom, except the Black Stag was too proud of itself to share its power. All it needed was its minions, which it was surrounded with now. 

THE TIME HAS COME, CHILD OF THE VALLEY. YOUR GOD DEMANDS ONE LAST THING OF YOU.

Noah thought he was being rewarded, being given his human body back. Like some kind of horrific Cinderella, he just needed to explain to Nicholas everything that had happened; that he had made a deal with the devil that he couldn’t take back. The Watcher knew that the first thing Noah would do was run to Nicholas, and he planned accordingly.

Noah should’ve realized his mistake. When he called for Nicholas, he should’ve realized it when he felt his bones shift in response. He should’ve realized it when he felt his body stretch and grown when Nicholas came out into the woods. It wasn’t until Nicholas’ face twisted in fear did Noah realize the Watcher’s plan.

Nicholas was to be the Watcher’s next Vessel, and Noah was to bring him to the Watcher.

Except the Watcher had underestimated Nicholas. See, it turned out Nicholas was a part of an old bloodline of Practitioners. Usually, it passed down onto the women, skipping a generation if need be. For some reason, instead of picking his sister, the practice chose him. It did so not long before this incident, so Nicholas was still learning the extent of what he could and could not do.

So when Noah reached out for him with a thorny hand, Nicholas accidentally blew him apart. But Noah had died in the Shenandoah Valley, where dead things don’t stay dead.

Nicholas crafted a body made of sticks, leaves and mud, and bound Noah to it. It nearly killed both of them. It wasn’t the best; Nicholas had just learned how to manage his practice, after all. Noah had a body again, and this one wasn’t under the control of the Watcher’s will.

And he would use it to his advantage.

“I’m gonna fuck up that deer god.”

Their plan wasn’t perfect at all. Nicholas was going to pretend to be captured, the perfect Vessel to be sacrificed. That way, hopefully they would have the element of surprise.

Which of course, wasn’t how it happened. Leave it to him to underestimate how good the Watcher was at reading minds.

YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND AGAINST A GOD?

the Watcher of the Woods asked. The cultists stood around them in a circle, not getting too close, but ready to jump in at a moment’s notice.

YOU, A SCARED LITTLE BOY AND HIS LITTLE WITCH, AGAINST SOMETHING OLDER THAN THE DIRT YOU STAND UPON? OLDER THAN THE STICKS IN YOUR BODIES THAT YOU CALL BONES?

Was Noah scared? Absolutely, even though he couldn’t really feel it. But for once, he didn’t let his fear show, like he did when he faced the Watcher the first time,  a year and a day ago in this same grove.

This time he was ready.

With Nicholas helping him, his concentration divided between bolding off the Cultists with a warding barrier and aiding Noah, Noah found he was evenly matched with the Black Stag. He had learned the deity's tricks over the past year, and could counteract them easily. Noah acted as an almost perfect counterbalance to the darkness: whenever the Watcher would throw decayed dirt edged with frost that was colder than the universe, Noah would ruin it with life and nature and warmth.

The Watcher of the Woods even tried to take Nicholas out of the equation with a malediction, but Noah wouldn't let it. With a roar that could shake mountains, Noah charged forward and grabbed onto the Stag's twisted antlers. Under his grip, they were bitterly cold, almost turning his fingers instantly blue. The stag tried to rear back to shake off Noah, but he only tightened his grip until his knuckles cracked.

“After all that you've put me through? After all the hell you created for these hollow souls? After all the lives you've torn apart for your sick enjoyment? You think for one second, I'll let you destroy one more? You think that this makes you a god?”

Noah's eyes flared green, lighting up the darkness in his eyes, as with a loud growl, he spoke: 

IF THERE'S A GOD, IT'S FUCKING ME!

And with a twist, Noah tore off the crown of bloody bones with a mighty crack. At first, he thought the sound had come from his body, but when the red in his vision faded, he saw the head of the Black Stay on the ground, separated from its body.

There were numerous cries of disbelief around him. Some might have tried to attack him, but with one look, they stopped. Noah held up the antlers that were still in his hands.

DON'T EVER COME BACK, YOU HEAR ME? IF I FIND OUT YOU EVEN TRY TO START THIS SHIT AGAIN, I WILL COME AFTER ALL OF YOU! YOUR FAMILIES TOO, IF I HAVE TO!

And they scattered like roaches.

Noah and Nicholas stood in the grove, alone and quiet. The corpse of the Black Stag had decayed fast; even the bones and antlers had rotted away. Noah shook his hands until the decay was gone. All that was left was the skin of his palms had been burned black. 

“Now what?" Nicholas said, breaking the silence.

“I don't know. I don't feel any–”

There was a sudden shifting beneath Noah. He looked down in surprise to see that the ground had swallowed his feet. He was sinking.

And with one last raspy chuckle, he heard the Black Stag mutter in his mind:

THERE MUST ALWAYS BE SOMETHING TO WATCH OVER THE WOODS.

Nicholas tried to pull him free, but when Noah was up to his waist in the ground, he pushed Nicholas away. “But I just found you!” Nicholas cried.

“Don't worry, I'll be back. Just listen for your name.”

And the earth swallowed Noah up, and darkness claimed him once again. 

He felt the suffocating weight of the ground pressing on him from all sides, the darkness so absolute he didn't know which way was up or down. A weird feeling spread through him, like a panic attack but… absent. Like he should be having one, but it wouldn't come. 

That's when he realized his eyes were closed, but when he opened them, he was faced with something much worse. 

Something fell into his eyes, and when he opened his mouth to scream, it fell in there too. The taste gave him his answer to where he was.

Dirt. He was buried underground.

Still, he didn't feel panic. He struggled against the dirt, trying to claw his way free, but his limbs were numb and weak from disuse. There was no way he was going to get out of this without some help.

Naturally, he called for the person who would help him without question.

NICHOLAS.

He felt ridiculous. How was Nicholas gonna hear him? How did he even get buried in the first place? 

There was no time for questions or memories. He had to dig himself out somehow.

He willed his arms to move, his legs to kick. Either he was so weak, or buried so deep, he couldn't move a muscle. He tried to remember what he was taught about being buried alive. Don't use a lighter; breathe short little gasps to prolong the air. That was if he was buried in a box, though, and he didn't need to worry about breathing. He hadn't needed to for a long time. 

He didn’t know how long he was there, buried deep beneath, barely moving despite his mind shouting at his limbs to just move already! He had almost given up when he felt the earth shift somewhere near his head. Were those voices?

It sounded like great amounts of dirt were being thrown around, like when a dog digs for a bone. It stopped for a moment, a new voice joining whoever was above. Then the digging continued, but with the rhythm of what might be a shovel.

When the weight got lighter, Noah used the last of his strength to move his arm. Without the weight of the dirt pressing down on him, his hand burst up from the ground. There was a shout, and suddenly two pairs of hands grabbed onto his arm and pulled him free.

“I came as soon as I heard your call. In my head,” Nicholas said.

The other two, Joakim and Nick, had heard it too. If there were others like them, they didn’t show. But Noah didn’t care. These were his friends now.

This was the Circle of Omens and Thorns.

And that’s how Noah Sebastian became the new Watcher of the Woods, the King of the Shenandoah Valley.

Something was wrong with the woods, and it was driving Noah crazy.

As he peers over the top of the mountains from his perch on Stony Man Mountain, he feels the Appalachian Spring air sweep through the trees, barely ruffling his long hair. He mindlessly twirls a braid around his finger, thumb rolling a bead around as an anxious tic. A chill runs down his spine, and he knows it’s not because of the wind. The Spring season up here is a lot like a joke; he’s seen wildflowers poking through big heaps of snow before. That wasn’t stopping him from shedding his shirt, like now.

He likes to come up here, despite it being a popular stop on a hiking trail. At night, no one will bother him; not even Folio. He knows that when Noah goes up Stony Man, he doesn’t want to be disturbed.

Except he’s still disturbed, just in a different way.

He lays back on the ground and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he curls his fingers through the dirt and grass. He grounds himself to expand his consciousness through the Valley.

He can feel the way the trees seem to curl in on themselves, like an old man wrapping his coat tighter around him as he trudged on through the bustling air. His skin crawls as he feels roots wind their way through the soil, touching something so foul it fills his throat with black mud and he gags, but can’t move. The black mud chokes him, whispering in a familiar voice that promises nothing but venom and sweet lies. 

He wrenches from his reverie, coughing and spitting despite nothing is in his mouth other than cold air and saliva. 

Something has returned to the Valley. Something dark, and something… black.

[thedreamingfish99]

Bright Sun Chapter One

5-8 x Reader

Summary Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other. Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death Words : 4K Notes :

A/N: Haven't wrote anything in a while, but after watching Black Knight (Because Woo Bin is my god ever since School 2013) and absolutely falling with his character, I looked for fanfics and was disappointed by the small amount. So here I am trying to help some other lost souls like me. I really hope you enjoy! - - - - - CHAPTER ONE

The sky was getting clearer by the day, the sun beaming through fewer and fewer clouds as time passed. Sawol opened his window, pulling his arms on the edge to press his face against the grid and take his head out in the wind. He had started doing this every time 5-8 would light himself a cigarette, not really enjoying the smell of it, but truly loving the feeling of the caress of the wind on his face.

Even after they had stopped Cheonmyeong trucks from polluting the air, you still couldn't survive outside for more than twenty minutes without a mask. It was no surprise, it would probably take decades for them to be able to roam the earth free of a mask, if ever. But twenty minutes was no small feat compared to the eight minutes it used to be.

Sawol took a deep breath, even polluted, the fresh air tasted much better than the filtered one he was used to.

“It smells so good.” He whispered, taking in another full breath.

“Smells the same as always, polluted.”

Sawol turned to face the stoic man beside him, no expression showing on his face as he took one last inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and throwing it out of the truck's window. He then pressed on the switch, closing the windows with no pity for Sawol's arms that got pulled up with them.

He quickly regained his posture in his seat and faced his driver.

“Have you no joy in life except cigarettes?’’ Sawol asked, honestly curious.

5-8 gave him an empty glance before turning his attention back on the road. Knowing he wouldn't get any response, Sawol continued.

‘’Why can't you even enjoy the freshness of the air? You gave that to us!’’

5-8's mouth twitched with annoyance.

“I didn't give anything to anyone, I only took down the worm that was eating us alive.” He grunted in reference to Cheonmyeong.

“Fine.” Sawol pouted.

He folded his arms on his chest, his attention turned back to the road. It was quiet today like it had been for the past couple of days that he had gone on deliveries with 5-8. It had barely been a week since the event of Cheonmyeong's takedown and Sawol was still healing from the wounds he had gotten in the tournaments finals and the drugs that were administered to him. Well, that's the excuse he gave to everyone at the moment, not that it was a lie, his head was still killing him and he would feel some dizziness take over him from time to time, but in all honesty, he didn't feel quite ready to be on the road alone. He was scared to mess up and disappoint 5-8 on his first day.

Sawol shook his head to chase those thoughts away, he already had a solution, no time to dwell on that now.

“The sun..”

Sawol turned a confused look toward his friend, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. 5-8 gave him a side eye and let out a long sigh.

“What brings me joy.’’ He continued in a low tone. ‘’ I like seeing the sun more and more every day.”

“Oh,” Sawol breathed out, remembering the question he had asked a few moments ago. A large grin grew across his face.

“What? You think it's more stupid than smelling the air like an idiot?” 5-8 teased him. ‘’At least I'm looking at something visible.”

Sawol took offense but didn't let his grin die. He turned in his seat to face the older man, who watched him from the corner of his vision, eyebrows raised in a quiet question as to why the younger one was smiling.

‘’Y/N and you are so much more alike than you think.’’

5-8 rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed upon hearing this, he let out an incomprehensible mumble, the grip on his steering wheel tightening. Sawol laughed at the sight of such visible emotion from the usual oh-so-unnothered legend.

‘’I can’t be as annoying as 6-2, that's for sure.’’

‘’I don’t care what you think or whatever quarrel there is between you too, it’s still true. You two are the same.’’

5-8 gave him a tired look and went back to concentrate on the road. Sawol was annoyed, his grin long gone. He lifted his legs, and feet on the seat and hugged his knees, resting his chin on them as he quietly watched the view from his window. Turned his back on 5-8, giving him the silent treatment. He hated the constant bickering going on between those two. Right after 5-8, Y/N was his closest friend. She was always there the whole time of his training when he was preparing to compete in the delivery man recruitment tournaments. She gave him amazing advice, trained him to fight, to drive better, and even helped him learn a few manners, not that he really listened during those sessions but still! She took care of him, brought him food when he forgot to eat by training for too long, she even took him to her place a few times so they could hang out, but mostly so she could be sure he rested well enough for him to heal and be ready for the next day. She took care of him like a big sister while his wasn’t available, and he loved her like family. Sawol let out a sad sigh, what in the world did he do to deserve that his two favorite people have a pure hatred towards each other? He never knew where those mutual feelings came from, not that he didn’t ask, that he did and many times. But he had never gotten a different answer then;

‘’She’s annoying’’ ‘’He’s annoying.’’

Their similarity used to make Sawol laugh about the situation, he remembered telling them that hating the other was pretty much like hating themself, but he only had reserved cold glances in return. Now, Sawol was just annoyed by it, desperate that their relationship would change for them to at least bear each other, enough that he could talk about the other without being ignored or interrupted by an insult.

The mutant closed his eyes, his head was starting to hurt.

- - - -

5-8 sent him a few glances, feeling slightly bad to make the younger one upset. He knew 6-2 was a sensitive subject with Sawol, he adored her so much. 5-8 used to wonder why, being such an annoying person as she was, but after hearing so many things she did for the youngster, he did at least understand and respect that fact. But it wouldn’t change the pure annoyance he felt towards her. 5-8 wasn’t used to feelings much, to him, his feelings were more of an observation than an experience. He did feel happiness, but he wouldn’t really laugh. He did feel sadness, but he wouldn’t cry. He never really felt deeply, with the exception of his hatred for Cheonmyeong… and his annoyance for 6-2. This woman could make him boil with anger sometimes, everything related to her, he would feel it times 10, and he hated it.

5-8 let out a sigh, he untightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at Sawol. Sawol made him feel too, like the younger brother 5-8 never had. He cared deeply for him, more than he would admit, and he hated to see him upset, especially when it was against him.

‘’Why?’’ 5-8 resigned and asked. The youngest didn’t even open his eyes as he asked;

‘’Why what?’’

‘’Why do you think we’re so alike?’’ 5-8 gritted his teeth. ‘’Me and the annoying one.’’

Sawol jumped on his seat, eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.

‘’W-what did you?’’

5-8 was starting to get annoyed, he didn’t even want to talk about it. He just felt bad for the kid and he was tired of the silence, he was used to no silence at all when Sawol was around, and he liked it this way. The man let out a grunt, looking back at the road.

Probably scared that this chance would never come again, Sawol decided to answer without forcing the grumpy man to repeat himself. He sat back comfortably in his seat, a soft smile stretching his lips.

‘’It’s what you said about the sun.’’

5-8 blinked in confusion, he glanced at Sawol as if pressing him to continue. He couldn’t help but be curious, no one really seemed to care about the sun except for him.

‘’Y/N, I mean 6-2 to you,’’ He let out a small chuckle before continuing. ‘’She showed me her tools and her notes, you’d love it, you know? She goes to one of the tall buildings in the old city. The same roof at the same time every day. When the sun is at its zenith, she said that’s when you can enjoy its warmth the most. She takes notes about it, some kind of research she told me. She notes the warmth and the brightness of the sun, and its color too. She notes the amount of clouds in the sky and the purity of the air. She showed me some of her tools, but it was honestly too complicated for me. I saw some drawings in her notes too, she’s really good… Anyways, you guys both love the sun. That’s what I meant.’’

5-8 didn’t really know what to think, he would love to see your notes and the tools you used, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially not to you or that traitor Sawol, who he knew would rat him out.

He was honestly surprised to learn you had such an interest in the evolution of the clarity of the sky as he did. He always thought he was the only one obsessed with seeing how bright the star could be without being filtered by the clouds and the heaviness of the air. He wished he could come to feel the warmth of the sun with you... 5-8 ignored the excitement that took his heart, curious about something else.

‘’How does she manage to make her delivery on time?’’

“Ah..’’ Sawol let out, itching the back of his head from embarrassment. ‘’She doesn’t really take any break.. and often works overtime.’’

5-8 raised an eyebrow at the confession, no breaks meant no lunch, and overtime meant less rest. Both of which meant a dangerous accumulation of fatigue that could prove mortal if she was ever attacked. Hunters were still pretty active in the area, and even though things were getting better, some of them just loved the thrill of the hunt and the killings... If you kept going like this, something bad was bound to happen.

‘’Don’t encourage her.’’ He heard himself say. ‘’Late deliveries give us a bad reputation.’’

That was half true and 5-8 knew it, yes he didn’t approve of late deliveries, but in all honesty, he felt a little worried. He might find you incredibly annoying, but you were still a fellow delivery man, and Sawol truly cared about you. 5-8 did not want anything bad to happen. Sawol snorted at the comment.’’

‘’Pfff, Mr.Perfect. You’re the only one that's never late. ‘’

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You let out a grunt, lifting your head slowly. You felt your forehead with the tip of your fingers, feeling the crease the steering wheel had left on your skin. You dozed off again… It wasn’t the first time, and you were quite unhappy with your sleeping self to find the hard steering wheel so comfortable since it left you with a quite visible mark that took hours to disappear completely.

A throbbing headache attacked you as you opened your eyes, the light of the hangar too powerful for your exhausted self. After a tired sigh, you grabbed your cap and pushed it as low as possible. Today had been pretty rushing and you felt on the brink of collapsing. You unlocked your door and kicked it open, grabbing your notes at the same time. You climbed down off your truck carefully, contrary to your usual jumping to the ground. You barely had time to slam the door shut when you heard your name being screamed from behind. You quickly turned, just in time for Sawol to jump in your arms. Thankfully, your truck was there to catch you when you fell backward, having received a running mutant straight to the chest.

A painful complaint escaped your lips, the hard metal hadn’t been gentle with your back. Sawol quickly took a step back, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a worried look.

‘’Are you alright?’’ he asked, his face twisted with guilt. ‘’I’m so sorry I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.

You gave him a comforting smile as you gained back your balance.

‘’Don’t worry about it kid,’’ you said, shuffling his hair to tease him. ‘’You’re just heavier than it looks!’’

Sawol laughed, taking a few steps back to let you breathe a little. You watched him as he tried fixing his hair, he was smiling, but his eyes still seemed worried. You knew it was probably more about how tired you looked than from the hit you took. You felt a tightness in your chest, not liking that look on his face. You took all the energy you had left to jump back on him, locking your arm around his neck and messing his hair even more with your free hand.

‘’Revenge!’’

‘’Yah! Let me go!’’

Sawol fought you back but weakened by your laughter and your exhaustion, it didn’t take him long to free himself. With a fake angry look on his face, Sawol tried fixing his hair once again. You let your arm rest on his shoulder, heavier than you would’ve wanted, but the young man didn’t complain, and gladly let you subtly use him as support without having to ask. When he gave up on his messy hair, he smiled at you fondly.

‘’Don’t work tomorrow.’’ he whispered to you.

You hummed, not sure if you agreed or not.

‘’I’ll be fine.’’

Sawol let out an exasperated sigh, it made you feel more guilty than you thought.

‘’If you come with me..’’ you quickly added.

Sawol’s eye widened and he gave you the brightest of smiles.

‘’Of course!’’ he shouted happily.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at the young man. You tried your best to observe his beautiful features glowing with happiness, it would make a nice drawing for later.

At the thought of it, your smile dropped. Anxious, you patted your pockets and looked around on the grounds, searching for your notes. When you finally spotted them a few feet away, you felt your heart stop as a hand was already reaching for them. you took a step in their direction but quickly stopped when you lifted your eyes only to be met by the dead look on 5-8’s face.

‘’You dropped this.’’ he simply said, handing you back your notes.

Your hand reached out to it, and you took hold of your notes, brushing your fingers with his by accident. You quickly retracted your hand, pressing the notes against your racing heart. You never liked it when someone touched your notes, except for Sawol which you cared for like a little brother. But the discovery of the notes and research you were doing would’ve been enough of a reason to get you killed when Cheonmyeong was still in power, making you used to keep them hidden. The bastards might not be in power anymore but you had kept the habit of keeping your research to yourself. The fact that you had some random sketches mixed with them also played into this, some of them private enough that you tried to keep them hidden even from Sawol… And even more to one of the most annoying men on earth, you wanted to keep them away, especially from him.

Still feeling the warmth of his skin on the tip of your fingers, you quietly thanked him. you tried not to think of the abnormal beating of your heart, concentrating on the fact that you now needed to wash your hands from having touched his annoying self.

5-8 eyes lingered on your small figure, his face void of expression. You suddenly felt quite self-conscious, you cared more than you’d like to admit what the man might think of you, and you knew right now you were barely holding it together.

‘’You look like shit.’’

His deep voice surprised you, and your eyes widened feeling pretty hurt by his comment. You wish you had something clever to bask at him in return, but your usual witty self seemed absent, asleep deeply inside out. Thankfully, Sawol ran to your rescue.

‘’Even on her worst day Y/N will always look better than you!’’

5-8 snorted at his comment, an amused look in his eyes as they never left your sight. You couldn't help but blush under his intense look. You were happy your cap was helping you hide a little bit of your flustered face. ‘’No one as handsome as you though,’’ you said breaking the awkward moment you felt stuck in. You pinched Sawol’s cheek, the smile you made appear on his face quickly leaving replaced by annoying and pain.

‘’Yah! I’m not a kid!’’ he screamed, hitting your hand so you let him be.

You let out a laugh and tapped his cheek playfully. Sawol pouted and caressed his reddened cheek with his hands.

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,’’ you said before starting to leave, making sure to ignore 5-8 still standing close by.

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The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing, he had taken off his mask to appreciate it to the fullest. He felt at ease, thinking that this must be what paradise feels like. Sawol took in a deep breath, but before he had the chance to exhale naturally, he received a strong punch in the stomach, making him lose all his oxygen. He sat up in a jolt, caught by an uncontrollable coughing fit.

‘’Yah!’’ he spat between two cough.’’You wanna kill me or what?’’

Sawol barely had time to catch the mask you threw him before it would hit him in the face.

‘’Come on,’’ you laughed. ‘’Time’s up.’’

The two of you slowly packed your things back in the backpack you used to carry your tools and made your way back to the ground level, 30 flights of stairs below. No wonder you were so in shape, Sawol thought.

Reaching the floor level, Sawol took care of moving the big wooden wall you always put up to hide the entrance of the building you used to hide your truck. It was mostly a bunch of tall broken windows, but they were fortunately big enough for the delivery truck to enter the building's lobby so it wouldn’t stay outside, exposed, and left alone for hunters to take advantage of.

After finishing to slide the barricade away from the door, Sawol was surprised to find you sitting on the passenger side of the truck. He quickly jogged up to your window, his heart racing with anticipation.

‘’Is this what I think it is?’’

You watched him jumping from one foot to the other, not being able to contain his excitement. ‘’Mm,’’ you hummed positively. ‘’Hop in Mr. Delivery Man.’’

A small joyful squeak escaped his lips before he ran up to the driver’s side and took his seat. Sawol felt his breath being taken away as he caressed the steering wheel with profound admiration. He couldn’t believe he was actually sitting on this side of the truck for the first time. He let his eyes wander, taking in as much as he could, but the multitude of buttons and switches changed his dreaming expression into a frown. He had no idea how to use any of these. Your laugh took him back to reality, and he sent you a sheepish look.

‘’Help…’’ he whispered shamefully.

You burst out laughing even harder at the pitiful sight he offered you, looking like a child in front of a new toy that he didn’t know how to use. When your laugh came close to an end, you pointed at a few of the commands. Sawol followed your finger, looking closely and listening to everything you said with more attention than he had ever given to anything before.

‘’That’s the radio to contact other delivery man, we have a common channel, but if you want to call someone privately, you have to enter their number here,’’ you explained, pointing at a num pad before turning to something else. ‘’Here’s the lights control, there’s the camera around the truck, and here’s the defense settings you can use.’’

Sawol kept listening intently until she was done showing him everything, he exhaled deeply, impressed.

‘’I would’ve never known any of this on my own! Thank you.’’ he smiled at her, eyes sparkling with joy.

‘’I remembered when you told me you didn’t feel ready to be left alone,’’ you said softly. ‘’Well you’re not alone, I’ll show you everything so you’re ready when the time comes.’’

Sawol felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but wonder why 5-8 hated you so much when you were probably the most caring and gentle person he knew.

The day was still young and you had quite a few deliveries left to do. Sawol let you show him the rope for the first few, but he then forced you to wait in the truck so you could rest. It was clear to him that you were exhausted and you needed the rest. He couldn’t help but smile when he came back from a home delivery just to find you in a profound sleep, head resting against the window. Sawol took on him to continue the rest of your deliveries as quietly as possible so you could sleep as much as you needed. A few hours later, Sawol had just made the last delivery and he was driving back towards the hangar, feeling quite proud of himself for the successful day that had gone by. He felt immensely grateful that you had taken time to show him the ropes, and after today, he felt confident that he would be fine on his own, that he shouldn't have to be scared to disappoint 5-8 when he’d be given his own truck. Plus, he couldn’t help but feel reassured that you had slept for a few hours, you deeply needed the rest and he was sure today had been quite helpful in putting you back on your feet.

Sawol's glance wandered from the road to its surroundings, he was surprised when he spotted a sand storm racing straight towards them. It hit them a few seconds after he had seen it, making the visibility outside incredibly poor. Sawol couldn’t help a rush or anxiety take over him, but he didn’t panic, he knew the way to the hangar by heart, he didn’t need to see far in front or the GPS. They were gonna be fine, he thought, no need to wake you over this.

Sawol took his foot slightly off the gas pedal and opened his lower beam. He continued driving carefully, not wanting to hit anything. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he saw a dark figure lying in the middle of the road. Sawol rapidly hit the brakes, waking you up from the sudden stop. He gave you a quick reassuring glance before putting his mask on.

‘’Stay inside,’’ he commanded. ‘’It’s probably nothing.’’

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A/N: I don't know when the next chapter is gonna be posted, hopefully soon enough, but I might take a while with the Christmas vacation coming up, I hope you understand! Be sure to leave a comment to let me know what you thought! Much love!!

[moralesispunk]

Kinktober Day Eleven - Erotic Photos // Frankie Morales

Kinktober Masterlist / @the-purity-pen

Warnings: afab reader, established relationship, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.6k

Frankie was the kind of man who much preferred an actual camera to his phone. It was because he didn’t trust all this new technology, he told you, not with photographs of those closest to him and because of the look he had in his eye when he told you that - one of a haunted man who had seen sights worse than you could ever imagine - you had never pressed the issue.

Instead you spent years carefully saving his photos on disks or taking memory cards to the photo developer in town that Frankie trusted, one of those trips giving you the idea for his 45th birthday present that he held carefully in his hand now.

“It’s a polaroid camera,” you said when he had unwrapped it. “You get the photos almost instantly and no need for all that cloud-nonsense.”

He had loved it, of course, and there were now polaroids of your little family stuck to the fridge or in the sun-visor of his truck, but tonight you had another idea for how it could be used.

Frankie was still fully clothed and sitting on the edge of the bed as you stood before him, his cheeks already flushed a deep pink and his fingers gripping the camera tight in his hand.

“Wait… what?”

“I want you to take photos of us,” you repeated. “Of me sucking your cock, of you fucking me… Doing this means that no-one else will ever get to see them; we can keep them in the shoebox in the cupboard.” The very shoebox that also held a decade old tape you had made on a second-hand video camera.

Frankie cleared his throat and if it wasn’t from his jeans that appeared to be growing even tighter across the crotch area you would think he didn’t want to do this. His eyes looked from the camera up to you, then back down to the camera before he nodded.

“Yeah,” his response came out hushed, his voice breaking as he nodded again. “I think I’d really, really like that, too.”

It didn't take long before both of you were naked, Frankie sitting on the edge of the bed and you straddling his lap as his hands roamed your body and your mouths explored each other. His hands moved between gripping and smoothing over your hips as you kissed down his jaw and neck, his cock resting heavy between your bodies as you slid off his lap and knelt before him. 

His whole body shuddered on an exhale, his hair flopping across his forehead and his eyes growing even darker as you wrapped your hand around his length and brought the tip to your lips. 

You kissed and licked him, teased him until his voice was barely above a whisper and only when he begged did you wrap your mouth around the head of his cock as your hand stroked the half you couldn’t fit. His palm flew up to hold the back of your head, keeping you close as you worked him over.

His jaw was slack as he stared back down at you and you winked, your mouth too full to smirk at the reaction you still had on him after all these years, before reaching for the camera by his side and placing it into his free hand. He almost came right there and then and you watched the pained expression pass across his face before he forced his eyes to close as he took three steady breaths and opened them again, lifting the lens up to aim down at you with your eyes staring up at him and his cock in your mouth.

You took him even deeper, until the tip nudged the back of your throat and you had to breathe through your nose not to gag. The camera flashed as your nails dug into his thigh and he carefully took the polaroid out, not looking at it as he tried not to spill down your throat and instead he pulled you back up, flipping your bodies until you were on your back and he was between your legs.

It never took long for Frankie to work you up to the edge, he knew your body better than you knew it yourself most days, but that also meant he knew it well enough to string you along; to keep you right there waiting to be tipped over the edge.

The top half of his face you could see was a mix of concentration and relaxation, the usual stress frown he wore on his forehead gone but the crease between his eyebrows still very much there as he moved between wrapping his lips around your clit and stroking his tongue through your folds. The camera caught your eye beside him, your hand reaching out for it as he concentrated on you and it wasn't until you lay back down that he finally opened his eyes. 

“For me?” You smiled shyly. 

He nodded his head as much as he could between your thighs, his eyes closing again as you lifted the camera and took a photo, waiting until the polaroid developed before looking at the sight that had you tumbling over the edge. 

Frankie’s mouth worked you until the last shiver of pleasure rolled through you and you pushed his head away, his lips trailing kisses up your body before finally reaching your mouth and taking it hungrily in his. 

His rough palm ran up your thigh to your hip, gripping you and flipping you quickly onto your stomach as you yelped at the movement, his hands pulling your hips up to meet his and your head staying buried into the pillows. 

He used the head of his cock to circle your clit, your whole body shaking with anticipation as he slowly edged his way in until you were so full of him you could barely breathe. He drew his hips back before slamming back in, doing this again and again until you were a babbling mess beneath him and he bent over you. 

“I want one like this,” he mumbled against the shell of your ear. “Want one from behind.”

With his body folded over yours, his soft belly pressed into your back and made you arch even more, his cock was burying deeper in a way that had you moaning his name loudly.

“Baby? Can I take one like this?”

“Fuck- yes, Frankie, yes.”

His weight lifted from you, one hand gripping your hip tight as the other fumbled with the camera by your side and lifted it, aiming the lens right where his cock was pumping in and out of you. The flash went off with a click and his movements slowed for a moment before he let out a low growl, the camera and polaroid dropping back into your eye-line as you glanced at his work.

The photo spanned from the nape of your neck down to the soft swell of Frankie’s belly that covered the bottom of the frame, your back arching in a way that made you look so soft - with gentle rolls of your skin - and yet so firm - with your shoulder blades tensing as you waited for his cock to slip back inside. His cock was half out and even in the photo that was slightly blurred from his shaking hands you could see how wet the length was, and you moaned loudly as your face buried back against the bed sheets.

“I’m close, baby, but I need you to come again,” he gasped, his hand slipping around your body and his fingers pressing against your clit. 

You were already so close - from the feeling of Frankie filling you and from how hot this all was - that it didn't take long for you to come around his cock. 

“Fuck- oh fuck-” Frankie slipped out, flipping your body onto your back and wrapping his hand over his length, stroking himself until he spilled over your stomach.

His shoulders shook and his hand came to land in a fist by your waist as he held his weight up, your nails dragging up and down his hips and reveling in the shivers that rocked through his body. He dragged the head of his cock through the mess, moaning as it spread across your skin before he sat back on his heels.

He rested his hand covered in his spend on your thigh and used the other to lift the camera, his eyes flicking up to yours in a silent request as you nodded and he aimed the camera back down at you. Before he could take the photo you reached for his hand that was resting on your thigh and lifted it to your mouth, licking up the mess on his fingers.

Frankie’s mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he watched you and his softening cock twitched before finally taking the photo as you slipped his fingers between your lips. As soon as the polaroid was out he dropped the camera down by your side, his mouth replacing his fingers as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.” He spoke between kisses and you giggled against his lips. “You're perfect; I love you.”

You moaned against his lips. “I love you, too.”

His body collapsed by your side, pulling you onto his chest as he gathered the photos taken in his hands and you both looked through them together. There would be plenty more taken tonight - of round two that was a softer kind of love, of you wrapped up in the sheets, of Frankie kneeling before you with your legs thrown over his shoulders - but the one you took next was your favorite. 

With the lens angled down you both squished your faces together, half of Frankie’s hidden as he turned at the last minute and pressed a kiss to your cheek - this was the polaroid from tonight he would carry with him everywhere.

[theelvenhaven]

Caranthir NSFW Alphabet

Request:  Would you be willing to do an NSFW alphabet for Caranthir? I love that grumpy boy!!! Your writing brings me so much joy!! If you’re not comfortable doing an NSFW alphabet, or you’ve gotten too many requests for them, please feel free to write something else for Caranthir. Maybe him and the reader waking up together in the morning and it’s really sweet and maybe NSFW? I know you said it’s something you’re working on, so if you aren’t able to, it’s okay. I’m so happy you’re back! Have a great night!

A/N: I really love loved that grumpy boy too. I am so happy to hear that you enjoy my writings so much! :) But I am happy to have written a NSFW Alphabet for him and I hope you enjoy! <;3 

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A - Aftercare

Caranthir finds that Aftercare is a really important part of sex, and likes to care for you after the fact. He also finds it important that you too tend to his needs after sex to feel like everything had been fulfilling and that there is trust and love between the two of you. 

Caranthir tends to like it pretty simple, the two of you cuddling up together or laying there and holding hands while you two catch your breath. If it is too hot temperature wise, he likes it when the two of you lay close to one another, foreheads pressed together and your hands holding one another while you cool off. But if it isn’t too hot he really likes it when you cuddle up into him where he can wrap his arm around your shoulder and listen to your breathing slow and steady. 

B - Body Part

Caranthir really likes his hands, he likes that they can finger you to bliss, that they can press against your most sensitive places until you are overstimulated and begging for mercy. He especially loves that his hands can place well timed smacks against your ass in a spanking.  

On you, Caranthir loves your ass, how firm and supple it is. The way it moves and sways when you walk away from him. His eyes are certainly lingering and stealing glances when you leave him. He loves the way it reddens when he lands strikes against it. 

C - Cum

Caranthir, like all Feanorians, has a thing for cumming inside of you. There’s just something so sexy about being able to finish inside of you and he is nondiscriminatory whether that is in your ass, cunt, or mouth. Though in Beleriand with the Oath looming over him, he really enjoys cumming in your mouth.

D - Dirty Secret

E - Experience

Caranthir has minimal experience, there’s not very many people he has ever wanted to be with and be so vulnerable. So he has kept himself pretty guarded and waited until he could find the right partner to be with and have sex with. 

F - Favorite Positions

Caranthir likes any position he can man-handle and pin you down and be the dominate driving force. Missionary will be a big one, he likes that he can pin your wrists in one hand and throw your legs on his shoulders while he drives his hips into you. Another will be with you on all fours, pounding into you as he grips tightly onto your hips. 

G - Goofy

Caranthir is extremely serious, and doesn’t like the laughter or giggling. He likes to know that you take this as seriously as he does, a smile or two will be welcome as to him it shows your eagerness and desire to be with him. But any laughing and giggling will be a serious turn off for him. 

H - Hair

If Caranthir had pubic hair, he’d keep it neatly trimmed and groomed up, it would be soft, black and curly. 

I - Intimacy 

Caranthir likes it rough and dirty but that doesn’t mean it lacks in any intimacy. He loves domineering kisses, his hand or hands roaming all over your body, and there are definitely I love you’s whispered her or there to remind you what it is you mean to him. 

J - Jack Off

Caranthir does tend to neglect his sexual needs as he has a preference for sex over masturbation. In turn it can turn his mood pretty sour when his sexual frustration is too great. If he seems a little more sensitive than normal mood wise, theres a good chance he’s neglected himself.

K - Kink

Caranthir has a thing for spanking, there’s something so satisfying about fucking into you from behind and the sound of his hand meeting your ass. The way your skin darkens, the moans and cries that leave your lips is so deliciously good, he can’t get enough of it. He also likes manhandling you into positions, and light bondage like pinning your wrists down or using silky ties to tie up your wrists. Overstimulation is also a favorite, only with you and not so much on himself.

L - Location

Caranthir is a bedroom only type of ner, there is no exceptions to this rule. The idea of risking you being seen in such a vulnerable position is maddening to him. He would go ballistic if someone caught you two. So he’d rather be safe than sorry and take any risk of you being seen. 

M - Motivation

Caranthir’s motivations usually stem from him wanting to spend intimate time with you and the fact that you are just so damn attractive in everything that you do. He can’t get enough of the way you look, the way your mind works, it’s just too good.

N - No

Big No’s for Caranthir is anything exhibitionism/vouyerism related, he likes for things to be private and it’s a hard no on sharing you with the world. He is jealous and possessive, so group sex is also a hard no and he would be very offended if you asked. Caranthir also isn’t big into things that would actually hurt you either. Spanking is fun, but doing it so hard you bruise is a no. 

O - Oral

Caranthir loves to give oral, verbal lashings aren’t the only thing his tongue is good for. He loves to lave it over you, to taste you, to bring you to release, drinking it all in and then he loves to take it a step further by overstimulating you until you are crying and begging for him to stop, only after you’ve cum once more at least. 

Just as much as Caranthir loves to give Oral, he loves receiving. He adores the hums and moans you let out, the way your wet mouth feels wrapped around his cock. The way you look up at him, he works in time with you. Never making you take too much or pushing things too far. 

P - Pace

Caranthir enjoys the quicker pace when having sex, he loves to make you cum and find release as many times as he can until you can’t go any longer. It’s not that he’s in a rush to make you finish and get it over with, it’s just simply he loves to overstimulate you mercilessly. 

Q - Quickie

Caranthir isn’t big on quickies even if he is big on making you find your release so quickly. He wants the long drawn out session so he can really take his time driving you mad with pleasure. In a quickie he can maybe only do that once or twice. 

R - Risks

It really depends on the risk but Caranthir is careful about what those risks are, the no’s that were already discussed are off the table. But that doesn’t mean he is afraid to try new things if you bring them to the table, he will go over rules and limits depending on what it is and always will try and give your new ideas a fair try before throwing them out the window. 

S - Stamina

Caranthir has fantastic stamina and can go for a long time, and he can hold out for as long as he needs too until he is sure that you’ve cum enough times to satisfy him. He fully intends on wearing you out. 

T - Toys

Caranthir really isn’t big on toys, it’s not that he’s jealous of them or thinks they are pointless. It is just he prefers to be the things that brings you release and pleasure. He doesn’t need a toy to do any of the work for him, he’s happy to do it. 

U - Unfair

Caranthir doesn’t like to be teased nor does he like to do any teasing. That would be too public for his liking, and it is likely to make him snap in response to being teased. In private he’s more tolerant of you teasing him, but he’s more like to just pin you down and kiss you hard to begin having sex with you then let your little game go on for so long. 

V - Volume

Caranthir isn’t very loud, but he does release soft groans and grunts into your ear. He wants you to know just how good it is that you make him feel and how much he is enjoying himself. As for you, Caranthir loves to hear all of your moans, and whines.

W - Wildcard

X - XRay 

Caranthir’s dick is average in length, but it makes up for in girth, bringing you to feel utterly full when he is sheathed inside of you. 

Y - Yearning

Caranthir has an average sex drive, it’s nothing that is over the top where you feel like you’ve had your fill and he still wants it. But it isn’t so little that you’re always left to yearn and crave him. 

Z - ZZZ

Caranthir doesn’t like to go to sleep after sex immediately. Instead he likes to lull you to bed. Gently tracing your skin, holding your hand, going over if you’re doing okay before he finally coax you to sleep. It’s only once you’re good and asleep does he finally let himself drift off to sleep content that you are happy, loved, and satisfied. 

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Tags: @saviorsong​ @lilmelily​ @dicksoutformtl​ @fandomhoe101​ @celebrimbor-telperinquar​ @eunoiaastralwings​ @noldorinpainter​ 

[seldomscilence16]

Voltron in "The Little Mermaid" Part 2!

Alright so I wanted to get 2/3 of it out in July cause ya know Julance, so it may be a little rushed but im having fun so thats nice. And this one comes with burnt out art! (By that I mean I gave up half way cause drawing is hard but its still cute.) Once again, thank you to @paracosm299 for being the backbone to this fanfic. And I hope everyone else likes it too! If I ever find a laptop that doesnt hate me and tumblr I'll link the three together. Until then, hopefully my tags might work for ya'll...

Also, if ya'll havent listened to the music from all three versions (cartoon, live action, broadway) youre missing out and they are referenced in this part. So minor spoilers for the Live Action! ("Shes in love" OBC is a bop I do so recommend it)

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Lance sprawls across one of the many rocks, chest heaving as he tries to slow his heart rate. His eyes roam what he can see of his collection, that familiar ache hitting him hard.

He just didn't understand. 

Here, in the waters he's always known, he should feel a sense of home. And yet at every corner, he simply feels trapped, unable to even breathe without the threat of punishment for doing it 'wrong'. Instead of love and encouragement, he is crushed under rules, expectations, and this pressure to do something, but with no idea what that something is. He has a vague recollection of a woman, with deep brown eyes- the only real feature he can recall- saying so earnestly, it was almost prayer-like, that he was their future. 

He still couldn't fathom what she meant. Lance, the future? Should he somehow outlive the Emperor, Lance would be taken down immediately, by those vying for the Triton. Sendak may drill his lessons and expectations into him daily, but Lance doubted very much he'd ever actually hold any power. The only future Lance can see, is either forever a decoration to the Emperor, or a trophy given to another. The very thought makes him shudder, but it's a reality he's long since acknowledged. 

Lance was no future. Lance was not free to be a future. Lance was simply... a dressed up prisoner. 

For every gadget, gizmo, whosit, whatsit, and thingamabob Lance found, for every glimpse of wonder, a longing grew. He wanted more than this, he wanted...

To be where the people are. To see them dance, to walk around on those... those... feet! To run along streets, to stay all day under the sun's warm rays, wandering free... was it so much to wish to be up there with them? He hasn't much to give, but he wonders idly, if he were offered a chance, would he give what was asked in return readily? To live out of these waters, for even just a day to spend warm on the sandy beaches. 

Coran has since crawled from his own little crevice, watching him with worried eyes,

"I bet you up there, they understand, that they don't reprimand your every move, that they see you for who you are. Im... I'm sick of swimming with an anchor strapped to my fin. I want to stand, free... is that so much to ask Coran?" 

"No child, to be free is not something that you should have to pay for." And the emotion in the man's voice has tears of his own burning in Lance's eyes. 

"I want to know everything, ask them my questions and get some real answers. Like, whats a fire and why does it, what's that word?? Burn! When will I be allowed to do something for me?" Lance swims through his treasures, towards the small hole at the top, reaching towards the surface he's forbidden from breaching, "I'd love to explore that world up above... out of the sea, I just... I wish I could be a part of a different world... I know that makes me terrible, but... I'm so tired..."

Lance stares at the barest glimpse of the moon before it's covered, casting a shadow that's dispersed by bursts of colored light. 

"What in the Seas?" 

"Wait, Lance my boy, it's not safe up there, not tonight!" 

But Lance ignores the octopus, for probably the first time, making his way towards the surface before he can stop himself, breaching it fully for the first time. Loud popping sounds assault his ears, and debris splashes around him, before him a little ways, is a large ship with joyous music playing. Lance looks around, maybe for a sign to turn back, but finds none, something almost seems to be... pulling him, calling him, towards the Ship. He navigates past the debris, until he comes to the side of the ship where smaller ones hang. It takes him a moment to pull himself up and into it, arms straining as he tries to remain quiet. 

There's a small gap that allows him to see the occupants, and a smile graces his face as he watches them dance. They throw each other around and slam their feet, and play instruments and drink. And just when Lance thinks it can't get any better, they start to sing. 

It wasn't as melodic as the songs of his people, or as hypnotic or power filled as the royal siren songs. And yet, Lance couldn't look away. To think that just as his people feared and hated humans, Humans too, feared his people. They were so different, but at the same time, not so different at all. 

One of the humans, seemingly younger than the rest, was on the edge of their celebration. The bright- and loud- lights in the air illuminated his face, eyes shining just so, like where water and sky meet. He's pulled aside by a taller man, who has a scar over his nose and a tuft of white hair laying on his forehead. They come close enough for their voices to drift to Lance's position, and he ducks away from the opening until only his eye is seen. 

"Keith, you know we have to go back." The taller one says, sounding apologetic. 

"Shiro it's my birthday, please let me have this one day not to think about that place." The shorter one- Keith- responds. 

"You know Kolivan will be coming over to lecture you soon. The late King-" 

"Wanted me to be trapped inside the castle for the rest of my life, isolated on our island home, never to do anything new because he had some crazy notion that that would keep us safe." He sighs, leaning heavily on the railing and staring off into the distance, the furry creature lays at his feet, staring at Lance curiously. He buries a hand in his fur with a smile. "I feel like the ocean is calling to me Shiro, I'm not afraid of it, I want to explore." 

Lance feels a sort of resonation, like he's looking in the mirror once again instead of at a human. Someone who sees a future, and is ready to make it himself...

A crack of lightning lights up the sky, violent and sudden as the ocean rises up and crashes against the ship. 

"Storms coming in fast! On your toes!" 

Lance jumps into the waves before he can hear more, he needed to leave, there was no telling if this was Posiedon or Sendak-

"Keith!" 

Lance's eyes flash back to the ship, to Keith holding the fluffy creature and throwing him as the ship is alight and collapsing. Lance curses in his head, diving below again to help, guiding him to the calls of the people in the little ships. When he comes up again, he sees no sign of Keith and a panic he can't describe grips his heart. 

He dives again, dodging wreckage as the ship sinks, swimming through the harsh currents in search for a splotch of red. His distress rises with each moment, movements quick and jerky, until finally, finally, he sees it. Unmoving except for his slow descent, arms raised like even in unconsciousness he's reaching for something. As Lance draws closer he sees the cut along his jaw, the ripped clothing, smaller injuries, and he's sure bruising will form. 

Hooking his arms under Keith's own Lance drags him to the surface. It's an effort to keep the human's head above the waves as the storm rages on, but Lance wont let him drown, not while he can do something about it. He heads inland, praying to any God that will listen, that the human survives. 

Even if it means his own demise when he returns to Atlantica. 

...

The sand is dry and coarse, but warm under the morning sun's rays, as he tugs the waterlogged human far enough from the lapping waves. His hand shakes as it hovers over the still form, the cut on his cheek still leaks blood, his pale skin taking on a sickly pallor, before he can really think twice, his voice rises from somewhere deep. A careful melody fills the air around them, a glow encompassing his own form as he finally places his hand to Keiths chest. 

It takes longer than he'd like for color to return to his cheeks, one now marred with a scabbing scar. A groan leaves his lips and Lance's relief is palpable, despite the exhaustion that settles into his very bones. He wants nothing more than to lay here, but he knows better. Shouts reach his ears, and with a reluctance he cant place, he returns to the sea, hiding behind a rock a ways off. 

He watches as a group of humans surround Keith, who seems at least semi-coherent now, watches as they make off towards their own settlements. 

"I don't know what this feeling is. I don't even know how I know, but... something changed. I've found the world I want to be a part of..." 

Lance watches until they've vanished from view, a pull stronger than ever before, calling him towards a human with inky hair and deep eyes, to a future he'd never thought of. 

If he lived past sunset that is. 

...

Allura practically falls on his head, Coran wrapped around his arm only a second behind. 

"Lonce! Where have you been!?" Allura is scanning his face, claws hovering, "Coran told me about the… thing… and then there was a storm and you were gone! We've been worried sick!" 

"Im sorry, I just-"

"Don't even think about lying to me Lonce!" 

Lance swears shes on the verge of tears, and he lets out a reluctant sigh,

"I…" he rubs his free hand over the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, "Rescued a human…" he mumbles.

"You did WHAT!?" 

"No one saw me!" Lance is quick to defend, admittedly a little petulant. 

"Shhhh!!! Sendak can not know about this!" Allura looks around in a panic, her voice hushed.

"Know about what?" A new voice asks from behind, nearly scaring Lance right out of his scales. 

Flipping around Lance sees someone he hadn't in several years,

"Rachel?? What are you doing here? I thought you all weren't allowed at the gatherings anymore!" They clasp arms, exchanging smiles.

"Well, he wants info on our territory then someone has to come." Her grin turns sly, and Lance thinks there's more to what she says, but then again, it always seems like there's more when it comes to them. "So what's this I hear we aren't telling?" 

"Nothing. Seriously guys, I'm already gonna get a lecture from Se- my father, I really don't need this right now." 

He sees a bunch of Mers heading towards the reefs, decides that's a good way to delay the inevitable, and follows. Though of course he has company cause they dont give up that easily. And to continue his declining luck, four more mers to add to his growing entourage. 

"Wow, look how big you've gotten!!" Lisa exclaims, looking close to pinching his cheeks like a Grandma- though Lance only knew this through observation of their pod.

"Lance has a secret!" Rachel blabs, leaning over his shoulder with far more excitement than necessary. 

He groans, pushing her away as he joins the other mers in cleaning up the reef, a twinge of guilt in his gut despite the cause of the storm being from someone else's power. 

"Oh, what, does Grumpy blob have a crush or something?" Marco teases, elbowing Luis beside him. 

Lance grumbles as he fumbles with the debris hes moving, internally cursing himself at the gasps around him. 

"So! You're acting fishy because you're up to your gills in love!" Rachel swoons backwards into Marcos waiting arms. 

"Oh Dios Mios." Lance would love for a cavern to open up, right now, beneath him, please. 

The only Mers who don't treat him like Sendak's property and he wants to throttle them. 

"I see it now!" Luis exclaims, never one to miss out on a tease, the traitor, "he's dizzy, dreamy, head up in the foam! His eyes have got a gleam in them, like there's no one home." 

"Someone get this boy a coastal shelf to mope on!" Lisa instigates, laughter in her eyes. 

"He's moody as a snapper! As sure as a dogfish bites, someone’s made him lose his head!" Marcos' grin is as lopsided as he is, floating above Lance's head, he shoves him away, wondering if he should just retreat. 

"Seriously guys flip off, it's not gonna happen." Lance heaves a larger piece off the side as gently as he can, frowning at the coral beneath, it would take a lot of song and time for these poor things to come back. 

"Come on tell us who the deep-sea hunk is!" Rachel leers at him, eyebrows dancing, behind her Lance glimpses Coran and Allura, one has a look of concern, the other… well Lance can't quite identify Alluras look. 

"There's no deep sea hunk." Lance turns away, seriously debating finding that shark again.

There's a long pause, but Lances hope of them giving up is crushed when Veronicas panicked voice breaks the silence,

"Oh no. Please, please no. Lance please tell me you didn't go and," She cuts herself off, looking around frantically before coming in closer with a low hiss of, "seduce a human?" 

Lance gives an indignant squawk,

"I did not, seduce, anyone!" 

"But there is a human??? Lance, what are you thinking? Liking human stuff is one thing, but this- Lance what are you thinking??" With hands on his shoulders to hold him still, Veronica levels him with a desperate look. 

"Ronis right Lance, the human world is no place for us." Luis, like everyone else, has taken on a serious face. 

And those expectations are back. Those heavy looks, so much weight pressing into his chest, and yet no clue what it is they want from him. What it is they think he needs to do. 'Youre the future, Lance.' 

"I don't know what it is you think is up there Lance, but just take a look around you! Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there." Lisa takes on a lighter tone. 

Lance knows what's coming, knows because he's been told before, has tried to convince himself, but something always comes to remind him why he wants to escape. 

"I mean seriously, what more are you lookin for? Up there they work all day-'' Lance pointedly looks at the debris he's clearing and Marco is quick to continue, "they're slaving away under the sun's hot rays. While we get to float around down here all the time, nice and cool."

Lance wonders what they do in their territory, for all of Lance's collection, it's taken him years of little moments of free time to gather stuff, and honestly half of it was Coran and Romelle gifting him stuff. 

"And you know what they do to fish on land, they're either in a bowl or," Rachel runs a finger along her throat with a harsh click sound, "on the plate. Just imagine what they'd do to us!" 

"Not to mention, they can't possibly beat our rhythm." Luis sports a confident smile, but Lance remembers the song he'd heard on that ship. 

As if on cue however, the reef comes alive with song. Healing waves of energy that quickly distracts the mers before him, and Lance takes his chance and bolts with them none the wiser. 

He heads towards his grotto, needing some peace and quiet before his inevitable summons. He liked the McClain pod, they'd been around as long as he can remember, but they always left him feeling like he was missing something. Not that they weren't missing some major parts to his story too, but Lance didn't want them to know either. 

He enters his grotto with a tired sigh, running on no sleep and brain still too busy and anxious for it to come anytime soon. He takes in his collection, hoping for some comfort or peace of any kind. Anything to stave off what's to come-

"So you've finally returned."

Lance flips around fast enough to make his head spin, there looming in the shadows of the entrance, Triton now glowing with power,

"My. son." 

…

Keith stalks through the halls of the palace, determined to find a ship, or a carriage, something so he can search himself. To find the boy who saved him, the one whose song rings in his head, the one who risked their own life to get him home alive. 

"You aren't supposed to be out of bed yet." 

He turns to see his mother, standing tall and regal, like the Queen she is, in the doorway to the dining hall. She eyes him, the bandage on his head, the scaring mark on his jaw, the unsteady walk of a sailor on land- and a waterlogged man who should probably be resting, maybe.

"I don't need rest, I'm fine." Keith wants to leave it at that, but of course,

"Join me for breakfast." She turns without his answer, not that he could turn her down. 

They sit, eating quietly, but Keith is tense. He knows she wants to say more, but she takes her time, figuring out exactly what she wants to get across. After so many years away, only to return after news of her husband's passing, the two knew very little of interacting with each other. It was Kolivan and Shiro that kept them from having a bigger rift than they did. 

"I don't want you going out there again. You need to be here, preparing for the throne." 

Keith takes a breath, before he'll say something he'll regret,

"The boy who saved my life is out there. I'm going to find him-"

"Keith-"

Keith stands, chair falling behind him,

"I don't want to be king. I never have. I belong on the water-"

She slams her hands on the table, silencing filling the room,

"You are grounded. There will be no sailing, you will stay here and heal." 

He stares at her, the woman who never cared to stay, who left his father to raise him. The woman who knew next to nothing of him, who wanted to trap him to this existence of walls and nothingness. He turns and storms out of the room, heading for the cliffs, anything to get away.  

All he'd ever wanted, as a boy born on a ship but raised on an isolated island, was the open sea and sky, freedom that seemed so far from his reach. He was only able to grasp some semblance of happiness sailing on excursions to learn and trade, his brother- in all that mattered- right beside him. 

And now, his soul tugs again, towards something- not quite new- but foreign in a way he'd never thought of. He's haunted, thinking only of a blurry memory of someone leaning over him, more of a feeling really, and a song he sings. A song  that takes him, to places beyond his wildest dreams, to uncharted waters miles beyond the seas he knows. 

Keith had been sure he was darkness bound, destined to drown at sea and never return home. Then, miraculously, he’s saved, pulled above the stormy seas and all the way to land, before being left alone, to stand on the shoreline while his mind remains lost at sea. He wishes only for him to be found again, so he can stop wondering about who he is, where he’ll be next, and to hear his song from the source rather than this echoing in his head. Someone somehow stronger than the undertow, yet able to glow silhouetted by the rising sun, to return him to land in only a night's time. 

He won’t be able to get over this mystery, something- someone- so intriguing, there was no way he’d give up before it was solved. Somewhere, beyond where man can see, with eyes that outshine the horizon line, where they can face the unknown side by side. Whether on the shoreline where he was left, or where no compass or map can guide him, Keith would find this mystery boy, no one would stop him. It’d be easier, he’s sure, for this boy to find him once again, right where he was left, but good things aren’t always easy are they?

Throw whatever you have at me, wild uncharted waters, he’d face it all.

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