#my adorable little daughter that loves to slaughter

[franstastic-ideas]

Aimee is a Tinkaton now!!

[bluetimeombre]

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You were Azriel's mate, but it took losing you three times for him to realise.

[this is long. i'm talking 5k words long so i've split it into two parts. anyway, azriel is the best bat boy and no i won't hear anyone out. i'm so excited to write for him and hope you enjoy. it's very angsty but that's what i love. i hope i can write more for him and maybe other characters if you like. it's been a while since i've actually read the series so if any information is wrong, do let me know. also it was my first time using the term y/n and yes, i cringed NOT PROOF READ... enjoy]

warnings: references to sexual assault and references to suicide. nothing explicit but please don't read if this is sensitive to you.

Part 2 soon…

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The first, was the worst...

You were Rhys's half sister, the bastard daughter of his father. But when your mother had died giving birth to you, Rhysand's mother took you in and raised you with your brother and sister. You were so little and adorable that your sister loved you at once. Rhys did to, at some point of your life, you were sure he actually cared about you.

But when his mother and sister had died, his eyes shifted, he started to look at you with contempt. After all, you were only his half-sister. The worst half. He only kept you around because it's what his mother would have wanted.

And because there was no way Cassian and Azriel would ever let anything happen to you.

Besides, Rhysand knew when to use you.

Although Azriel was his spymaster, you were pretty good at staying swift-footed too. And you were frankly, very terrifying when you wanted to be.

You tread with power through the war camps, all of them looking at you as you went. All of their gazes wrecked with a predatory gaze. They either wanted to have their way with you, or kill you. Or both.

Rhys had said you could handle it, it was only supposed to be a check in. Cassian hadn't liked it, neither had Mor but it was Azriel who had almost- and for the first time- disobeyed his high lord to accompany you. But no, your brother wanted you to do this alone, so alone you would.

Just to show him you could.

'I can come with you,' Azriel had said, standing in your room as you tied your boots up. 'I won't even have to be seen.' At that, his shadows wrapped up your calf.

You smiled at them, as if they were his own pet. 'I'll manage just fine. Besides, i'm sure that's what Rhys wants, me needing a man.'

It had done nothing to calm your friend. The worry was still stuck between his brows, marring his handsome features. You'd held his cheeks, your wings hiding the two of you. His large ones (enough to swallow the both of you) over-lapped yours.

It was the last time you'd feel your wings.

The war camp wasn't as easy as you'd hoped. It was terror and horror in a place. You'd been to the court of nightmares, you'd gone to the slaughter of the spring court after they killed your family. But this, this was hell of another kind.

You had no idea how many days you'd been locked up, wrists bound in chains and hanging from the cell roof above you. Blood rolled down your arms from the force you'd tried to use to get them out. Your eye was swollen shut and your body trembled in pain.

All because they wanted to know your brothers secrets, and you wouldn't budge.

Your check was only supposed to be a day, but you were sure it had been longer. Days of endless pain and torture. Your uniform hung in rags of stripped material, your hair matted with blood and hiding your face.

You'd used the last of your energy to keep your walls up. You weren't anyone's mate, you didn't have anyone on the other end trying to feel what you felt. But should Rhys come looking (though you doubted it) you didn't want him to feel it. You didn't want anyone in your mind.

The gates opened with a sickening clash.

One of the Illyrian's knelt in front of you, his wings hiding those coming in behind you. 'Listen sweetheart. I don't want to make this any harder than it's about to get. All you have to do is tell us your brother's hide outs.'

You grit your teeth, staring down at the ground.

'So loyal, to a man who doesn't care if you live or die.'

Suddenly, your wings twitched as hands grasped them. Brute hands, the sort you wouldn't want touching any part of you.

Fear spiked in you, horror twisting your gut. 'What are you doing?'

'I told you I didn't want to get things messier, darling.'

You whipped your head from side to side, trying and failing to get a look at the assailants behind you. Your wings were being held apart, no matter how hard you tried to bat them away. You knew the sort of people they were, and what they did to girls like you.

That's when the begging started. 'No, no please. Anything. I'll do anything! Beat me, kill me, rape me, not my wings, please!'

'Anything?' the bastard asked, tongue poking out from his lips. 'Then tell me where your lord's hideouts are?'

You should betray him, you thought. He would never lose his wings for you. Perhaps it was stubbornness that kept you from, or maybe you were clinging to the last bit of love you want from him.

The bastard scoffed, 'anything, she says. Your brother has his own bitch wrapped around his finger.'

That's when they started hacking at your wings.

Your screams tore through your throat, blood spitting and dripping down your chin. Tears soon joined when they hacked away at the bone, the membrane, the flesh of it all. The three of them worked through your screams and your tears and your pain, tearing and cutting at it like it was nothing more than paper.

Not your whole life.

Let them hear you. You hoped your brother heard you, you hoped all and every court heard the pain.

Eventually, even you couldn't keep screaming. The only sound was the hacking away at your wings and the drops of blood.

'Now look at these beauties. I've got a perfect spot on my wall for these.'

They left you after that. There wasn't much more damage they could do. It already felt like they'd destroyed your life. You had never really thought about your wings, they were just part of you, as much as your wit or hair was. But they'd took it and now, you felt empty. Never would you fly with Azriel again, or use your wings to smack Cassian over the head.

Rhys, your dear brother, had took that from you.

The days blended in together after that. You were pooled in your own tears and blood, vomiting up anything they forced down your throat. No, they'd made it very clear they didn't want you dead. They just took pride in making it feel like you were.

At some point, you'd stopped reacting to the gate opening. You let them do whatever they wanted with you. Your wrists were still chained, arms still hanging up, your clothes hanging on your thin body in strips of dirt.

'No...' you heard a mumble. 'What have they done to you?'

Suddenly, the chains gave way and you lurched forward, with no strength to catch you. Luckily, you didn't have to, as strong and warm arms pulled you into his chest.

'Hey, wake up, look at me, dammit.'

Azriel.

You'd know the voice in the darkest days, in the pit of your worst nightmare you'd know.

You try to speak but your head's heavy, your lips are stone and your arms can't lift to hold onto him. You're exhausted, you're dying. The only thing you could do use all your strength to try to open your eyes.

'Please, please, look at me. You have to look at me,'

You were trying, you wanted to tell hm, snap at him, but you couldn't.

You felt Azriel shake, or maybe you were. Then, there was wet drops landing on your cheeks- you flinched.

'I'm sorry, i'm sorry. Rhys! Rhys! hurry up, please!' he was screaming. You'd never heard him scream before.

You heard the rush of feet at the cell doors, you knew it was your brother. You knew it from the presence of him, from the shuffling of feet and chocked sob. Your brother didn't cry, least of all for you.

'Her wings, oh mother, her wings,' said Azriel, his voice barley above that of a whisper.

Your wings. You didn't need reminding. They were gone, long and far gone. You were without a part of you, the very part of your soul that loved to be free. Never would you watch the stars up close or fly over everyone. Never race Cassian or make jokes with Az.

No, this would destroy you.

'y/n,' your half-brother called. 'No, y/n. Can you hear me?'

Your lips parted, mumbling. 'Hurts.'

Azriel's grip on you tightened. 'I know, we're gonna get you out of here, just hold on for me.'

You wanted to tell him you would hold on, you'd always need to hold on to him. That, no matter what he asks, you'd do it. To kill, to live, to breathe, to die.

And that's when it clicked. Amongst all the pain and the doubt. In your blood soaked clothes. In the fear you wouldn't make it, there was a tug. Weak and one-sided, but there. You knew you'd be safe with Azriel, knew you would always be with him.

Mate.

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The pain subsided to a dull ache, there and beating but not excruciating. You were warm and covered in a soft material. Nothing like the cell you'd been kept in. Your fingertips sunk into something soft- a bed. Your bed. It was familiar in its lavender scent to you and the silk wrapped around you gave you some semblance of warmth.

Your wings.

Even coming to consciousness was difficult. You were exhausted but light, without the weight of wings holding you down. You'd never realised how much you needed to feel that weight, to feel pulled down in order to be free.

Gone, all gone.

Your hand twitches around something cold, a shadow holding your hand, creeping up your side.

'You're awake, thank the couldron.'

It wasn't Azriel, master of the shadows. It wasn't your mate. Mate. The word replayed like a terrible song in your mind.

How dare the mother do this to Az. How dare he- nothing but loyal and kind- get stuck with a person made in darkness, who bled shadows, who's heart was so full of hate there wasn't room for love. They'd cursed Az, with you.

But luckily it wasn't him, it was Rhysand.

'It really happened,' you whispered, voice hurting from the screams.

He sighed. 'I'm sorry, i'm so sorry. We-we thought you weren't going to make it, you'd lost so much blood.'

In spite of the pain in your shoulders, you made a shift, turning from him as he ranted on about your condition.

'y/n... sister, please,' he said. He'd never called you sister before. He'd always been content to treat you just like you worked for him.

'Leave me alone.' you couldn't bare to look at him, couldn't bare to face him. The shadows at your hand grew heavier, as if more were piling on. You stretched your fingers away from them, trying to get them off you.

'Are you in any pain?' asked Rhys.

'Get out,' you mumbled.

The end of your bed dipped where Rhys settled, hand splayed on the covers, begging for your hand. 'y/n.'

'Get out!' you snapped, body tense and straining. You felt your wounds open up, blood wetting the bandage around you. But you didn't care. You'd happily bleed if you couldn't fly. A part of you, sick part of you wanted to be left there. It would be better than false sympathy.

Be better than your mate being disgusted.

'Get out!' you yelled again, voice tearing through an aching throat.

'I just want to help you! please, let me help you!' said Rhys, standing from your bed and walking around, trying to face you.

'I don't want your help!' you screamed. You reached for the closest thing you could, a jug of water and chucked it toward him. You aim was terrible, marred with pain and exhaustion. 'Get out!'

Though hesitant, Rhysand slowly started walking back to your door. He did it all looking at you, his hands out to show he wasn't gonna hurt you, but you didn't care. You went for the glasses next and chucked them but they landed against the door which he disappeared through.

Before it slid close you caught sight of Cassian , Mor and Azriel. All crowded, all waiting to see you.

You'd be happy if you never let them see you again.

'Can we see her?' you hear Mor ask.

'Give her time,' said Rhys.

The shadows at your hand grew heavier, darker, tighter.

'Go away!' you yelled at them. To anyone else, you probably looked crazy, screaming to darkness. But the shadows understood. They departed, slithering away and under the crack of your door where you could see the shadows of feet.

Tumbling from bed, you stumbled over and locked the door, leaning on it to and catching your breath. Your nightgown was starting to get sticky with blood all over again. When you closed your eyes, you pictured the cell, the rough hands holding you down, the chain keeping you up.

And the pain, it all washed over you. The hacking at your back, the sting of a slap. It hit you like a tone of bricks as you slid to the floor.

There was a knock, rattling the door.

'y/n,' Cassian. 'Please let us in.'

Us. You felt him on the other side. Your mate, his presence lingering. His shadows under the door, wanting to come in but keeping their distance.

He didn't know. It hadn't snapped for him, you could tell. It was one tug on your end, a chord in your heart. At least he couldn't feel what you did. At least you could shoulder it alone.

'Please.' his voice was almost your un-doing. He sounded so sad, so desperate. It hurt you just to think you were hurting him.

Tears streamed down your face as your curled your fingers into a tight fist. You assumed Mor had left with Rhys, leaving you there with the males.

Cass was always like a brother to you. Granted- a brother you had slept with once or twice- but he was your best friend. You'd always been close to him. But you'd always been good, a happy person.

You couldn't be that for them now, perhaps ever again.

It lasted like that for hours. Cassian and Az begging to come in, you curling into a ball with tears down your cheeks and blood down your back.

Eventually, they gave up. You couldn't hear them anymore and the shadows of their boots had disappeared.

Except Azriel's shadows that still lingered under your door. Maybe he'd ordered them to be there while they left you.

Eventually, you managed to find your footing on shaking legs. Your room was large, one of the largest. It was just as much a mess as it was when you'd left for you mission, clothes thrown over the place, books propped open on the pages you'd left them on. Everything was the same but could never be again.

It took you longer than you'd care to admit to get to your windows and throw the curtains close. Candles light at your request, the house looking after you as it had since you were a child.

You caught sight of yourself in the full length mirror. It seemed smaller, everything in the room felt too large and you too small, as if you were being swallowed by the expanse of it.

Your frame was small in the mirror, your hair disarrayed. Your eyes were red and shutting of their own accord from the tears that had drained you. The starving in the cells had made you look weak, made you feel weak.

And your back. There was no more looming black figures there, no more fluttering. There was just nothing. In spite of the ache as you lifted your arm, you felt around your back, feeling the hitch there, the lump from where they'd been torn from you.

You cry. You sob. You scream.

The scars were long and the nightdress was sticking to you by the blood you'd shed. All you could do, was hold yourself up as your body wracked with tears.

A breeze came from your windows, shadows tugging at the curtains.

You felt him before you saw him. You wanted to tell him to leave you but you couldn't talk without chocking. Without feeling like you couldn't breath.

Azriel had you in your arms before your knees could hit the ground. He fell with you, softening your body on the floor. His arms held you into his chest, his legs caging you into his body. His head rested on yours as he held you. He didn't try to talk, he didn't try to help. It was just him, you and his shadows.

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Azriel remembered dozing off with you, his head on yours. His arms holding you into him, as if it was up to him to keep the sadness away and take it for you.

Afterall, you were his best friend. He should have been there for you, and he'd failed terribly by letting you get hurt and your wings stolen from you. He could hate himself every day for it, for letting you down. But it would never amount to what you felt for yourself and that killed him.

He could see it in the way you cried, in the way you were already keeping everyone out. He'd rather die than let you go through all the pain alone.

When his hands had been scarred by his brothers, you'd help heal him, tell him about everything he still was and all the power he still held in his hands. In the worst days, when he didn't let anyone touch him, he let you.

It was always you.

Azriel wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, or how deep. He was sure he was still with you, still in your bed.

His shadows crept up on him, engulfing him slowly and whispering to him. Your name, just your name on repeat. It was enough to lull him back into sleep, to keep him calm.

Gone. Missing. y'n. Roof.

He shot up and ran fastest than he ever had in his life. It was as if he'd never been asleep but had been fighting a battle with the way he raced over.

He burst through the doors, the cold hight air hitting him.

You stood facing the stars, your bloody back to him. It wasn't as much blood as when he'd found you, but it was still enough to put a lump in his throat.

Immediately his shadows fell to you, cascading down your body and wrapping around your waist. There was a breeze in the air, pushing your hair back and exposing more signs of the pain and torture you must have gone through.

'I'm not gonna jump, if that's what you're thinking,' you said. You didn't even have to turn to him. The shadows probably told you enough.

'Why are you up here?' he asked, walking to you slowly and with careful steps. As if every step closer could you push you away from him.

'I'll never feel the win properly again,' you answered.

Azriel gulped down his own pain. You’d never sounded so small. ‘Can you get away from the ledge?’

'I'm not on the ledge.'

'You're too close for my liking.'

'Leave if you don't like it.'

'Don't do this,' he said.

'Do what?' you asked, folding your arms over your chest. You were cold, out in the hight but you wanted to see the stars. Needed to see them.

'Make me leave. Make everyone leave you. I know that's what you're doing. It's what you do every time,' you could feel him dawning closer. His shadows were all around you, almost drowning you.

‘Every time,’ you scoff, stepping down and turning on him. ‘It’s not every day you lose your wings Azriel! But don’t let me stop you from leaving, flap them and go!’ You yelled, unable to stop yourself, no matter how hard you tried. You didn’t want to hurt him, you just wanted to be alone.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

'You jump and I’ll catch you,' he said. He was a step away, he could just reach out and touch, just a gentle caress. 'I swear it, whatever you do, I’ll follow. I’m not letting you get away.’

He watched your back shudder as he reached out, brushing knuckles against your shoulder blade. He heard your sharp inhale follow.

'Don’t think I won’t follow, y/n.'

Finally, you turned around in his shadows. You couldn’t meet his eyes but at least you could face his chest.

His hands were gentle on your shoulder as he rubbed it gently. 'Can I get Madja to clean you up?' He asked.

You nodded as he led you away. You truly did not deserve your mate.

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Fifty-two years later...

When Amarantha had trapped the high lords of Prythian under the mountain, it hadn't be a conscious choice to follow your half-brother down. How Amarantha had allowed it, you weren't sure, but perhaps she wanted to use you just like her brother, or she thought it would bring more pain for him to see you suffer under there too.

You and Rhysand had barley spoke the last two years.

It had took you almost two months to heal fully enough to leave your room, another few months to face your family again. But even then, everyone knew something had changed in you. You didn't laugh as loud or smile as wide.

Rhysand was careful to ever let you out on a mission. Mor tried to take you out every night. Cassian spent all day every day with you and Azriel- he'd healed you better than any nurse.

Still, you had not told him he was your mate.

Still, you thought he wouldn't want it.

Still, you cared for your brother enough to not want him to go alone.

But being under the mountain, you could avoid your mate. At a painful price.

Until her. Rhys's mate. He hadn't shut up about her since he first met her, much to your dismay as you had to sit around and listen- having absolutely nothing better to do. And it only got worse when she turned up under the mountain. She was declaring her love for Tamlin- again, annoying your brother, and throwing Lucien into danger- which rather angered you. You had nothing against the ginger.

Rhysand had once sent you to find the girl to summon her as part of a bargain he'd made. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to look too forceful. You'd been lucky enough to find the two tangled up in each other against a cold wall, clothes ripped and hips moving together.

'Well, well well,' you'd intterupted.

Tamlin all but growled at you, but feyre was looking over you- evidently confused. She had no idea who you were. You, in your skimpy outfit that Amarantha kept you in (they all dipped low at your back, showing off your scars) and your eyes that were like a night sky.

'Amarantha's looking for her pet and Rhysand is looking for his. Honestly, i'd be a bit more worried if I were you. You know, considering Lucien still has an eye to lose.'

The two parted with your words as you sent Tamlin back to his master, the high lord glaring at you as you went. While Feyre tried to fix herself.

'Rhysand is over there, better not keep him waiting.' That was the first time you met her, having no idea how much trouble she'd be worth. The family that she'd become.

But Rhysand made sure you knew it all. From when the bond snapped in him and he'd stumbled. He ranted and ranted as they climbed out.

If only you were so talkative about Azriel. If only you could talk about him with your brother. But you'd tried not to painfully think about him. Climbing out of the mountain. It was all you could think of.

Maybe he'd have forgotten you? it had been fifty years. He'd probably realised how happy he could be without having to take care of you.

Rhys was allowed out of the mountain, he'd felt the breeze in his hair but you hadn't in fifty long years. You stood there a moment, bathing in the warmth as everyone left, as everyone ran off for their families and courts and the war that was inevitable. Eventually, Rhys offered you his arm. 'Shall we go home?'

He winnowed you there, on the balcony of your home. In a cloud of black smoke, the two of you appeared.

He went first, slipping through the doors slowly- like it could all be taken from them any minute.

You were hesitant, taking a moment to glance at the landscape behind you. It hadn't changed, not at all. The mountains were still there, everyone was still alive. Your home. In the last years it hadn't felt like home, but how could anywhere ever feel so close in your heart.

When you could find your feat again, you managed to slip through the doors. You were suddenly aware of how little clothing you were wearing, just enough to cover your chest and run down your legs. A chill settled down your back, your scars would be on show. What a way to great them all after fifty years.

Mor had her arms around Rhys's shoulders, crying into his shoulder.

Behind them you caught Amren, with something like tears in her eyes. You were just about to tease her before a body barrelled into yours in a blur of red syphons and your feet were lifted from the ground.

'Cassian.'

His arms tightened around you. You shoulder started to dampen with tears, his tears. The last time you'd seen him cry around you was when he'd seen a dog with only three legs. 'I'm keeping you on a leash from now on, stupid idiot.'

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, a smile gracing your lips. 'Is that a promise?'

He held you longer, tighter, not daring to let you go but at least settling you on the ground. He sighed against your head, controlling himself. 'He's missed you, you know,' he said. He was the only one you'd told, about your mate. 'Now that you're back, tell him. He deserves to know.'

Cassian slowly pulled away, holding you at arms length and smiling at you. He kissed your cheeks and then your forehead before parting to Rhysand.

Mor approached you next, slapping you in the arm.

'Ow!'

'Why would you follow him?' she snapped.

You blinked at her before she took you by the arm she'd slapped and embraced you, like a sister would. You dared not looking over her shoulder to find the one who hadn't come to you. Maybe Cass had got it wrong...

Mor pulled away, wiping at her eyes.

Azriel was as beautiful as the day you left him. His hair was the same length, he was the same height. He was just as you left him. It was hard to tell fifty years had passed on him.

And inside of you, tugging in your soul and heart you felt the familiar string of gold throbbing. But you still didn't feel that tug. You'd hoped it would have faded from you after half a year separated. Or at least have snapped for him. But no such relief.

He approached you, slowly. As if he was scared of scaring you away. But you just stood there.

His arms were delicate and soft around you as he brought you into his chest. He still smelled the same, cedar wood and shadows. Shadows that wrapped around you, shielding you from the rest of the room. They caressed you, head to two.

You held onto each other for what could have been another fifty years, but this time, it wasn't so painful.

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Although nobody wanted to part after yours and Rhysand's return, you were exhausted. A trip to Rita's could wait another night or two. The only thing you wanted to do was hide in your room.

Strangely, your room looked lived in. As if somebody had moved in since you'd left. A moment of anger replaced grief. Had they brought someone else and given them your room? but then you smelt it, Az.

Lying in bed that night, exhausted, you couldn't find sleep. You closed your eyes and pictured Amarantha. You'd never been afraid of her, you weren't afraid of anything. But you re-played the horrors. Watching servants beat Feyre, watching Amarantha use your brother and on the occasion, even you. How she flaunted. How the most powerful lords were weak.

Under your door, shadows seeped in, rushing across the room to you. You smiled, watching your hand disappear in their darkness.

'Azriel?' you called.

There was shifting on the other side of the door before he slipped in, clicking it shut behind him.

You sat up in bed, shadows moving with you. 'Couldn't sleep?'

He wondered in, looking around your room. 'Sleeping's been... hard.'

You rolled over, opening the blanket and nodding your head. You couldn't think about the bond, not yet. Not while he looked so.... ruined. Beautiful- the most beautiful person in the world, but sad. As he climbed in next to you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes, his shoulders slumped and his wings too.

His eyes scanned over you. You were in a thin and silk night dress that only brushed your knees, but the way he looked at you, mother you could've been naked. 'Fifty years,' his voice sounded barley controlled. 'Fifty years. You followed your brother down for fifty years? Why would you do that?'

You gulp. 'I would've done it for any of you. Except maybe Amren, she'd probably enjoy the peace for fifty years.'

You go to brush your hair back but Azriel seizes your wrist. He was angry. That's why his voice was rough and his chest rising and falling with barley controlled emotions. Could he feel it? your nerves, your lying?

'You left. You should've stayed, y/n, you know Rhysand didn't want you under there with him,' he said. 'For fifty years I haven't been able to sleep through a night thinking about the pain you must have been going through. After I swore to keep you safe, after I promised to catch you every time!'

'You couldn't have stopped me. You didn't promise, Az.'

His grip grew tighter. 'It went without saying.'

You looked around his eyes, seeing the pain and grief there also. Slowly, you brought your other hand up. He flinched as you took his cheek but eventually settled as your thumb ran over his cheekbone. 'I won't leave again, ok? I promise.'

He gulped, letting go of your wrist and looking down. 'I slept here,' he mumbled, but just loud enough to hear you. 'I couldn't sleep in my room. This was the only place I could rest.'

Your heart stuttered. Your hand dropped from his cheek. This man was your mate. Your mate. Your only love, whether or not the cauldron deemed it.

Azriel took your hesitation. 'I-i'm sorry, you probably didn't want to hear that. I've probably ruined your one place of peace-'

'Stay,' you said, before you could think of what you were asking. 'Sleeping wasn't exactly easy under the mountain either. I just trust I won't have to put a wall of cushions between us.' as if you wanted that. As if you haven't thought about his calloused hands all over you.

Azriel smiled and stayed the night.

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The third time he almost lost you, broke him...

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[gotta-love-writers]

Monsters Together

Avengers Loki x Avengers Female Reader

Summary: Loki and Reader are close friends, she's the angel to his devil and both have feelings for the other that they refuse to admit, but what happens when he finds out she's not as angelic as he thought?

Warnings: Fluff and angst, Jotun! Loki makes an appearance, comfort, Reader sees herself as a monster.

Note: Reader is Lucifer Morningstars (From the show Lucifer) daughter. No use of Y/N. This is my first story on here so please give me feedback!

Everybody at Stark Tower absolutely adored you. Making things for everyone once they got back from missions was your specialty but you also loved to just hug and be affectionate with everybody too. You had been on a small handful of missions but you hated hurting people and so your usual job was to use your wings to scout out places from above, though most times Tony just used his drones. You didn't mind missing out on the action, you often preferred to be sitting in and reading anyhow. Whether it was bear hugging Nat after a successful reconnaissance assignment, baking Thor some homemade pop-tarts, or making little origami figures for Sam, you loved to give. And that went for everybody, including Loki.

He began with pretending not to care about your affections, choosing to go to his room when you'd try to talk to him in the library or seeming indifferent about your baking. But your friendship slowly grew and blossomed. You were the only person at Stark Tower who actually treated Loki nicely and took an interest in the things he spoke about or liked. Though he'd never admit it, he was incredibly grateful for your seemingly never ending kindness. The two of you became quite close and you grew feelings for the asgardian rather quickly.

However, you knew you could never tell him how you felt. Because despite what everybody thought of you, you knew the truth. You were no angel, quite the opposite infact. You were the daughter of Lucifer himself and that technically made you a demon. You were determined to prove everybody wrong, you did not have to be bad because of your heritage. You were a monster when you were a teenager, it's why Fury put you on the team. He knew the harm you were capable of and talked you into helping, but you'd made him promise that your past stayed between the two of you. You'd let your anger get the better of you when a group of humans were committing horrific acts in the name of your father, claiming it's what he wished for.

You and your father had an rocky relationship but you still cared for him deeply, and you weren't going to let some humans make him feel responsible for their actions, even though you knew your father could handle it. So you slaughtered them. A whole group of satanists gone just like that. That was the day you'd realized you'd become exactly what everybody thought you'd be, and you vowed to never let that happen again. You would not become your father. So it was for the best that you were rarely put on missions, you wouldn't be able to hurt people that way.

Loki was also rarely allowed on missions, despite being at Stark Tower and causing relatively no trouble for nearly two years. It aggravated you that they treated him so. After the New York incident, he had done nothing but keep to himself and mostly do what he was asked. You had only ever know him as the introverted, sarcastic, and handsome man who would occasionally read to you if you had a bad day (even if he made you swear you'd never tell anyone). So the fact that they told you to 'babysit' him while they were on mission and make jabs at him or leave him out all the time made you livid. You had never really gotten angry with the avengers though, you controlled your temper and would reprimand them calmly for their behavior. Though, they never really listened.

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed one particular morning, neck aching from sleeping wrong and mouth incredibly parched. You stood from your bed and promptly tripped on your way to your closet. Okay seriously? Today's going to be one of those days? You thought to yourself. Getting changed into a comfy sweater and determined to make today a good day, you headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. You found Bucky, Steve, and Sam in the kitchen chatting. You smiled at the welcome sight of your friend's.

"Good morning doll," Bucky gave you a soft smile. "Yeah good morning," Steve greeted. "Hey guess what?" Sam asked. You wanted to groan in annoyance at being asked a question right after you woke up but instead you entertained his antics with a smile. "What?" You asked tiredly. "Goooood morning!" He beamed. You giggled. "Good morning to you guys too," You couldn't help the smile spread across your face, despite the bad morning, you had your friend's to cheer you up even when they didn't know anything was wrong.

Bucky gave you a quizzical smile and a raised brow, before you could ask what was up he spoke. "Doll, is that my sweater?" You laughed, "Oh its yours? I saw it on the couch yesterday and took it. Finders keepers you know. It's so soft!" You smiled and rubbed the fabric of the sleeve against your cheek. You hadn't noticed Loki enter, which meant you also hadn't notice the frown that he bore at the notion of you wearing Bucky's sweater. He turned heel and left without anybodys notice. You weren't the only one starting off with a bad morning.

After breakfast you ran into Natasha whom you discussed a movie night with. She told you that she'd invite everybody to watch the new horror movie with you in a few nights. You made sure she meant everyone. Last time, unbeknownst to you, they didn't even tell Loki about it. When he didn't show, you went to his room and promptly realized what happened. You calmly informed everyone that the next time Loki wasn't included in any events invite, you wouldn't be going either. Everybody groaned and whined but you stuck to your guns and ended up skipping T's next party because of Lokis lack of invitation. The memory made you frown and want to go see Loki but you relented. The asgardian did enjoy his alone time and you didn't want to be too annoying or clingy.

You hadn't seen Loki all morning, and while it wasn't entirely unusual, it still saddened you a little. You were trying to ignore your rather disappointing and upsetting morning by watching your favorite movie on the couch when Tony walked in, laughing along with Thor. Thors voice boomed as he spoke. "Yes! I agree!" "I mean I think Loki is still just a sad little boy who can't accept who he really is." Tony laughed at his own statement. Today was not the day. White hot anger shot through you. You honestly didn't know what got into you but you were tired of people talking about Loki like that and especially tired of people taking your kindness as weakness. That bullshit was about to stop.

"What the fuck, Tony?" You snapped, standing from the couch. Both he and Thors eyebrows shot up in surprise. Not only did you just snap at them and swear, but you always called Tony 'T' as a nickname. Even when you were reprimanding him like you were his mother, you used the nickname. He took a step back wearily. "Uhm okay let's calm down for a second-". "No I'm not going to fucking calm down! You treat Loki like shit all the fucking time and you talk about him like he's nothing! And Thor! Condoning this? Loki is your brother! And you wonder why he despises you," You laughed cruelly, upper lip curling into a snarl. "My Lady I appreciate your concern for my brother but you do not know him like I do. He is fine and he can certainly handle a few jokes." "The way you treat him is not a joke, Thor!" Your fists were clenched and you chest was heaving. You could feel yourself shaking with anger and you took a couple deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down.

"Darling is everything alright? I heard you yelling?" Loki stepped into the room, Natasha and the super soldiers in tow. His brows were furrowed in concern as he stepped towards you. "Oh come on, you're a monster don't pretend like you give a shit about an angel like her." Your head snapped towards Tony's voice. You saw red and you couldn't think. You had made it vehemently clear when you showed the team your wings to not call you angel. Even as a nickname. You weren't an angel.

You lunged for him. Clamoring ontop of him and you did not pull any punches. You weren't even aware you were screaming until you stopped. Loki clamped his arms down over yours and pried you off of Tony. He led you away gently as Thor grabbed Tony and began leading him to the infirmary. You looked around. Eyes darting from the damage done to Tony's face to the people, your friend's, staring at you, they knew what you were. A monster. You looked up at Loki, wide eyed as tears began to well up. "Lokes, can we please go?" Your voice shook as you spoke, lips trembling. "Of course, dove, of course." You used to adore that nickname, now it just felt like a name born of a lie. Doves were innocent and beautiful, and you were, well, you.

Loki carried you to his room where he gently placed you to sit on his bed. He sat next to you but said nothing. You'd never known him to be the type at a loss for words but right now he said nothing. He shot you a few glances as you tried to hold yourself together. You will not cry infront of him. Do not be weak. You tried but you just couldn't keep it together. You began to sob. Loki pulled you into him, rubbing circles on your back with his left hand and lightly grabbing your waist with his right. You relaxed in his embrace and sniffled into his shirt.

"Darling, you don't have to defend me you know? Especially not if it makes you feel like this." That statement made you want to cry even harder, but you steeled yourself and pulled away from him, even if it broke you. "Loki defending you doesn't make me feel this way, they do. You don't deserve to be treated like that and they never listen." Your voice shook but you refused to cry again. "It's okay my little dove, I can handle it. And besides, I am a monster, I do deserve it." You stiffened. Your jaw clenched and you slapped him across the face lightly. "You are not a monster. You are amazing Loki. Do not ever let anybody tell you any different." You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He stood angrily. "Yes I am! Do you not remember the attack on New York?! Are you dull?!" "Loki-" "No, you do not understand. I am a monster." "Really Loki? Because monsters don't read to their friends when they have a bad day. Monsters don't help their enemies, monsters don't try to fix their mistakes, Loki, monsters don't-" "Enough!" Loki changed. The once pale, green eyed, asgardian that you fell for became a blue-skinned, red-eyed, Jotun that was fuming with anger. You gasped. "Now you see. How monstrous I truly am. How worthy am I of your kindness now?" "Loki," You paused, debating on what to say. You took a breath and began to speak, slowly standing and stepping towards him as you did.

"Lokes, what you look like does not dictate who you are. Who you were born as is not who you are destined to be. I do not show you kindness because I think you're a saint. I show you kindness because I've been there Lokes. I know what it's like. And I know that hurt people hurt people. I don't care if you never tell me who hurt you but I refuse to become one of the people in that group. Don't let anybody but yourself tell you who you are going to be. I've never known you to let anybody tell you a damn thing before." You gave him a weak smile as you took his hands in yours. His skin was freezing but you didn't mind. "You are beautiful Loki, the most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on, yes even like this. It pains me that you cannot see that." His brows furrowed as his eyes searched yours. "Do you truly believe that darling?" He spoke softly, like he couldn't quite find his voice. You nodded. "How? Why do you not see me as everyone else does?"

Your wings carefully opened, usually everyone would speak about how the dark grey made you look beautiful, but not now. Now they were different. The once gray and beautiful feathered wings were now bat-like, deep red skin webbed between the black structures of the wings that pointed to a tip at the top, reminiscent of horns. "Because, I've been there too. I know what's it's like thinking your a monster, Lokes." You pressed your lips together in worry. Searching his eyes for a reaction. He pulled his left hand from yours as he brought it to your cheek. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair. His right hand fell to your waist and pulled you into him. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. He pulled away, much to your disappointment.

"If we are monsters, Lokes, than we can be monsters together."

[anxiousalene]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE WISDOM SAGA ⌛️

USUALLY, I PUT THIS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL THERE IS NO WAY ATHENA JUST DIED. I REFUSE IT HOW DARE ZEUS SHE WAS MY FAVORITE WHAT THE HELL. (That was me last night) OKAY SO I LOVE MICO’S VOICE ITS SO ADORABLE AND IN THE ANIMATIC WE GET TO SEE ARGOS! I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN SAID BEFORE BUT I LOVE THE FACT THAT WHEN TELEMACHUS SOMEONE SEND ME A SIGN WE HEAR ATHENA’S MOTIF. ALSO ANTINOUS CAN MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT IF HE KEEPS TALKING ABOUT PENELOPE LIKE THAT. DONT YOU DARE DISRESPECT MY GIRL. ALSO WE FINALLY GET TO HEAR THE “Whatchu gonna do about it champ?” AND ITS SO GOOD. ALSO THE FACT THAT TELEMACHUS SAYS “IF I FIGHT THIS MONSTER IS IT YOU I’LL FIND” BECAUSE HIM AND ODYSSEUS GET REUNITED WHEN THEY ARE SLAUGHTERING THE SUITORS AND BECAUSE ODYSSEUS HAS BECOME THE MONSTER THAT TELEMACHUS WILL FIND. I LOVE THE VIDEO GAME FEELS WITH LITTLE WOLF, ANTINOUS BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF TELEMACHUS AND ATHENA BEING LIKE NAHHH AND JUMPING IN AND ATHENA TEACHING HIM TO FIGHT WITH QUICK THOUGHT IS SO CUTE. THE DUET BETWEEN MICHO AND TEAGAN IS GOOD LIKE HOW ARE THEY HITTING THOSE NOTES??? The fact that Athena is still so upset about the whole Odysseus thing is heartbreaking 💔. ITS SO COOL TO SEE HER GO THROUGH THE PAST SAGAS and then we see…CALYPSO! Barbara Wangui’s voice is just so vibey like THE CAST FOR THIS SHOW IS JUST PERFECT. Poor Odysseus being stuck with Calypso and literally just suffering. That man is TRAUMATIZED. ALSO IS POLITIES EVER GOING TO STOP HAUNTING ODYSSEUS AND THE NARRATIVE LIKE I DONT NEED THAT GUT PUNCH EVERY SAGA. AND THE FACT ODYSSEUS CALLED OUT FOR ATHENA IS JUST AHHHHH. Then the one I have been waiting for GOD GAMES! I Love how Apollo and Hephaestus are both like he did this thing and I’m like kinda upset and Athenas like nah he didn’t mean it, and they’re like Okay!! He can go! I CANNOT GET OVER ALL THE THOUGHT THAT GOES BEHIND THE MUSIC ITS SELF, LIKE THE TINKERING IN THE BACKGROUND FOR HEPHAESTUS AND THE FACT THAT ITS JORGE’S DAD ITS JUST AGHHH. THEN J. MAYA COOKING AS APHRODITE, HER VOICE JUST SOOTHES MY BRAIN. AND THEN ARES COMING IN AND ATHENA BEATING HIM AND THEY BOTH BEGRUDGINGLY LET HIM GO, love how Jay paired them up. Hera’s music is so like funky and fun and Athena knows EXACTLY how to get her stepmom to pick her side in the father-daughter argument. BUT BECAUSE ZEUS IS SUCH A SORE FREAKING LOSER AND HE CANT ACCEPT THAT HIS DAUGHTER WON FAIR AND SQUARE…HE ATTACKS HER, Like Holt’s voice is GENUINELY terrifying, you can get the rumbling in his voice like THUNDER. I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING WHEN I SAW ATHENA GETTING HANDED A BABY TELEMACHUS AND THE WARRIOR OF THE MIND MELODY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AND THE FACT THAT ATHENAS (ALLEGED) LAST WORDS WERE HER BEGGING ZEUS TO LET ODYSSEUS FREE. LIKE HOW COULD JAY DO THAT TO ME. THIS SAGA WAS DEVASTATING BUT ABSOLUTELY AMAZING PER USUAL. I APPRECIATE THE CAST AND THE PEOPLE BEHIND THE SCENES SO MUCH

[supremeuppityone]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a quick peek at my WIP Klaroline one-shot:

Klaus sighed contentedly, lazily glancing around the room and noted with a smirk that the once-sturdy Louis XIV wardrobe was now lying smashed on its side. “Do you recall the first time you came to me in this house,” he mused, allowing the pleasant nostalgia to wash over him. “It had been seven years since we’d last seen each other in Mystic Falls and you adorably grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall.”

            “Only because you let me.”

            He chuckled, his voice indulgent as he teased, “Ah, love, surely you know by now there’s an infinite number of things I’d allow you to do to me.” With a dimpled smirk, he added, “And you’ve reciprocated in such delightful little ways.”

            Preening at the comely blush that stained Caroline’s cheeks, Klaus continued reminiscing. “As I recall, word had reached your ears that I’d been slaughtering indiscriminately and you came to reprimand me in that marvelous headmistress manner of yours. Of course, you’d already cleverly seen through my ruse and realized I was targeting those who I knew eventually would be enemies of my daughter.” With a silly grin, he told her, “You were in a right strop, insisting that I clean up my mess. I’d no idea that bleach could be such a sensual experience.” 

[solokabuto]

So what are your Fate yuri rarepairs?

Thank you so much for asking!!! I treat fate women like immensely complicate barbie dolls i can roll around in my mind until they slot together in ways that make the deeply ill recovering catholic lesbian in me squeal so you may or may not notice some general themes, I’ll be including hcs and fic ideas in here because my brainrot is terrible rn so have fun with this:

Dobrynya Nikitich x Morgan Le Fay

Now this is largely due to the fact that i noticed similarities in them (white haired mothers that are more than they seem and definitely not who they seem with fucked up daughters that have pink hair and pent up rage) and admittedly I’m not in Tungsuka sanctuary so I don’t have a vantage point on Dobrynya’s personality like at all outside of adorable fanart but they seem like they’d be cute. They’re one of those couples that would largely only exist in au’s where Dobrynya runs the daycare that Morgan drops Baobhan at or something. And the entire story is just Baobhan being terrorized while Dobrynya and Morgan make out in the background.

Okita Souji x Nitocris

That moment when you (living vessel for your brother’s vengeance who immediately committed suicide upon fulfilling your goal due to perceiving the cold embrace of death as warmer than the cruel clutches of your fellow man) come across another girl (a hollow mockery of a human being born and bred to slaughter without a care who relates better to broken bones, sinew, and blood than she does to living beings and can kill her friends at a simple order)and link up (have intense homoerotic discussions about death dying and purpose) over tea and wine (cups of literal blood) and fuck nasty (memento memori style)

Olga Marie Animusphere x Ereshkigal

If you haven’t read Afterlife by nd7878 and you have any form of attachment to Olga or Ereshkigal or see the similarities between the two please read it, it’s amazing and I love it so much it fulfills my Olga Marie cravings very well. Anyways i think these two are cute, like super cute like insanely cute and I’d like to imagine Olga would bring out the more forward and irritable side of Ereshkigal and the two would clash in a way that’s still friendly. I dunno she’d make eresh more lively and make Olga feel more loved. I really love afterlife, please read it.

Jeanne D’ Arc x Barghest

I just think the idea of a woman who already sees herself as an offering, offering herself up to a worthy warrior who desperately wishes to stop destroying things she loves to be incredibly interesting. Especially because in my mind Jeanne would probably have little issue with letting Barghest eat her regularly as long as she recovers decently enough. They’re interesting i have fic ideas for them i think Jeanne would enjoy being devoured gruesomely. The knowledge of having a set place for your body to go rather than being burned and desecrated just to be tossed into the river and washed away. I am far too invested in Jeanne D’ Arc. A part of me thinks she would enjoy having something resembling a proper corpse since she was torched to ash and thrown into a river rather than properly being laid to rest. I have vivid images of their entire routine can you tell u have been plagued by yuri visions for far too long?

Baobhan Sith x Galatea

You know how popular girls in hs always have that one girl that isn’t popular or important or really much of anything to a majority of the student body that they don’t play about? Yeah that’s Galatea to her. They hit it off over sculpting because Baobhan has a general affinity for art that includes her love of fashion and eventually they become friends which is incredibly strange to Baobhan because she is deeply unused to being cared for and loved by anyone that isn’t her mother and even then the way she goes about it is very much not like her mother (it’s okay Morgan you tried sweetie). I just think it would be nice to see Galatea slowly help Baobhan build a healthy relationship with love, loving and being loved. They’d be cute. I also think Galatea would find having her blood sucked to be an interesting experience considering she probably finds the fact she has blood to be quite novel.

Merlin (Prototype) x Morgan Le Fay

With benefits. I don’t know what to call their relationship so they’re just with benefits. Morgan would just vent out her frustration on her while Merlin just takes it because why the hell not, being half-succubus has its perks. Additionally, she’d rely on Merlin to have a few moments of complete thoughtlessness and freedom from the stress and general fuckery of Faerie Britain by just allowing herself to fall for the effects of her beauty. Honestly it’s more so method of relaxation for Morgan then a genuine relationship but I think it’s interesting. They probably have insane conversations about the world that usually end in Morgan forcing her to shut up because she says something she doesn’t want to hear but isn’t untrue. Occasionally in moments of weakness Merlin will ask Morgan if she wants her to take her away to Avalon and leave this place for the faeries she hates so much, and Morgan will always refuse dispute herself.

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And John had another big secret. There is a place where hunters gather, and it's run by an old friend of his. Kripke reveals how that storyline came about. "Very frankly, we had a note come down from the mysterious and unnamed powers that be, that they wanted the boys to have a way-station. They wanted to develop a place where we could see familiar faces, where they could go and maybe pick up a case, or pick up information, etc. So we took the note and we considered it, as we always do And Bob Singer had this notion that I really liked, which was, 'What if it's like the cantina in Star Wars? What if it's a place where dangerous things happen and dangerous people cross paths? That's a really intriguing idea. And from there came the roadhouse. Then we had to populate it…

"We felt we'd spent so much time with the father son relationship, we wanted to see what a mother-daughter relationship looks like in this world, because we always try to make the story about family. So this idea came about for Ellen and Jo," Kripke continues, explaining the genesis of the Harvelle women. "Everyone would have expected that Ellen had some fling going on with John, so we didn't want to go there We wanted them to have a true and honest platonic friendship, but we also had to explain why John never told the boys about the roadhouse. And hence this terrible backstory of how John got Ellen's husband killed.

"Ellen brought a maternal energy for our world, which the boys have never had before, which I found was really interesting. Like a lioness, which is tough and badass and You touch my children, I will kill you.' Samantha Ferris really brought that character to life. She was everything you wanted the character to be - she was nuanced and complex and tough, yet beautiful and feminine.

"Jo was originally introduced to be a love interest for Dean," says Kripke, confirming fan speculation. "And there was supposed to be this growth of this character who rebelled against her mother and went off to be a hunter, and you could see this person harden and toughen as the season went on, which we actually ended up executing, but not the way we'd expected. I thought Alona Tal did an amazing job. She was likable and charming-everything she was supposed to be and more. I think we did her a disservice by misconceiving the character. We wrote her as an innocent girl who wanted to be a hunter, and that gave her this energy of leaping before she looked and doing all these things that Dean wouldn't necessarily spark to. She was just so enthusiastic and so girl-next-door about her approach to hunting. In hindsight, Dean wouldn't be attracted to that character- he'd be attracted to Jennifer Garner's character from Alias. He'd be attracted to someone who walked in the door, slaughtered everybody and walked out, and then he would say, 'Who's that? Alona played it beautifully, but the character wasn't playing as the love interest, she was playing as the little sister. And because that wasn't what we set out to do, and because we don't necessarily need a little sister character in our cast, unfortunately we phased out the character."

If the show's vocal Internet fans are representative of its general viewership, then it's safe to say the "little sister" character will not be missed. But Jo is not the only roadhouse denizen that didn't work out quite as planned. "Then we had the character [Ash.]"

[spn s2 companion, p. 14, 15]

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Jo's level of hunting experience wasn't the only element up in the air for Alona's first few episodes. "Eric Kripke had mentioned in the beginning that there was a possibility of making her a love interest [for Dean]," Alona confirms. "I adore Jensen Ackles. It would have been an honor and a pleasure…" But the direction the characters took produced a different chemistry onscreen. "We felt that there was tension between the characters. They made us very snappy toward each other, and that tends to come off as a brotherly-sisterly kind of relationship."

[spn s2 companion, p. 138]

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Rob: So, at the end of this episode, we find out that your dad was killed doing battle with Jensen’s dad, right? With Sam and Dean’s dad. You remember that? (Alona: Yeah) Like on a hunting trip. And at first, I felt like we were gonna find out that you were like Sam and Dean’s, like Sam and Dean’s half sister or something. Cause, yknow, she was like– it’s something with John Winchester that I had this history with. So you’re thinking that maybe, yknow, your mom and their father had a relationship. Did you read– did you think that when you first read the script?

Alona: Honestly, I think that– If I remember correctly– again, because it was so long ago, I’m– there were a lot of life changes to this living thing called The Roadhouse crew, right? But when I first talked to Eric– to Kripke about it, he did say that I was… like a little– that that was a potential. That they were my– that I was like a little sister. (Richard: Oh!) Like a half-sister, and that we were gonna find out– that was something that could have happened. But they weren’t sure if it was gonna go there or potential love interest. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. I don’t remember if it was the network– somebody wanted it to be a love interest. But then, it would have been– He was amused by the thought of it being really [laughs] creepy– that they were going towards love interest and then finding out [laughs] that she’s a half-sister. I think it was a little too much for the network back then.

Rob: Yeah [laughs]

Richard: Shame on them.

Alona: Although, I thought it was a really– I mean, playing with a potential love interest, but never fully going there, and then finding out she was a half sister would have been a lot, would have been fun. Cause it would have led to this like “eughh” moment between them.

Rob: [laughs] It woulda been funny. Yeah, it woulda been funny

Alona: It would have been– it would have been really funny. (Rob: Yeah) A little ahead of it’s time perhaps, but um, but that never ended up happening, and neither did the love interest thing, so, yknow there’s that.

Richard: I kinda thought– I took the bait as a viewer, I thought you were gonna come out as a half sister. And I mean I know I probably would have known that, going to so many conventions, I would have heard that already, but nonetheless, watching the episode, I’m like, “Ohhh, they did– they did it, and they had a daughter, oh man.” [Rob laughs]

Alona: Yeah! Yeah! (Richard: So, fooled me) And it would have– that would have made perfect sense.

Richard: Yeah, yknow, Rob and I kind of bemuse– yknow, we think out loud a lot about what drives the decision making of writers, and lord knows we don’t know. But your character is one of the prime examples of “they could have gone so many different directions.” I mean like, and, and they could have been– there’s a parallel universe where you ended up being a regular on that show for fifteen seasons. Yknow what I mean? Like, your character, really is, uh, attached– and [the] Roadhouse could have become more of a home base set. Like, yknow, when you watch this season up now– yknow, later on they had [the] Men of Letters [bunker]– [the] Roadhouse, it definitely seemed like the one standing set the show had for a while.

Alona: It– I think that’s what it was supposed to be. I remember Eric mentioning that– I mean that, the character was supposed to go one for much longer– Jo and Ellen. It was– it was  supposed to be that. And back then in what now it seems like the stone ages, there were the fan forums. [...] They had the cw forums, and fans would go on and they– I mean let’s not sugarcoat it– they hated my character.

[...]

Richard: And you were an obvious partner for Dean. Yknow what I mean– that rapport?

Alona: Yeah, especially like season two, that was– that was where it was going. And that– that was– she was brought in there, and I remember Eric telling me like, “You are the female version of him. So act, yknow, how cocky he walks around, and he has all this like, the bravado of the Dean character.” I tried to have a little bit of that in Jo without making it too obnoxious, and it just was– it backfired. [...] The response of the viewers was not what was intended, right? It wasn’t what was expected. It wasn’t what the writers, and the brilliant creator of the show were wanting, so they had to pivot. And that’s only me assuming. I wasn’t in the rooms, right, but the way it pivoted was so parallel to what they were writing that I can only assume that it was influenced by-- a show that really does listen to its fanbase– which is a good thing! For the show and for the fans. Not so much for me.

[spn then and now, 2x06, 16:30 - 24:00]

[meanqueens]

Was I supposed to be rooting for Rhaenys girlboss speech? Because this lady accepted the Great Council despite having the better claim. She allowed her 12 year old daughter to be offered up to the king. She allowed her granddaughters to be passed over in favour of obvious bastards. Now, all of these actions can be seen as the correct political choices for her standing and survival despite them being choices which shackle her to a system that’s screwed her over…but that’s exactly what she’s shaming Alicent for! And the narrative doesn’t frame her as a hypocrite! And Alicent doesn’t have a dragon to fight, unlike Rhaenys, and the only thing Rhaenys has done to fight for freedom with that dragon is murders hundreds of innocents. Yay?

thank you for your ask, anon, and excuse me for just a moment while i roll my eyes into the back of my head from recalling rhaenys’ lovely little speech.

“Now, all of these actions can be seen as the correct political choices for her standing and survival despite them being choices which shackle her to a system that’s screwed her over…but that’s exactly what she’s shaming Alicent for! And the narrative doesn’t frame her as a hypocrite!”

anon, i think that might be the very worst part: for episodes upon episodes now, the narrative has been framing the blacks as morally superior to the greens, when in fact the dance itself is a very selfish and morally grey conflict. it’s not LOTR, with the clearly heroic fellowship fighting against a faceless dark lord (absolutely no LOTR shade, i adore it but i think it’s a good example of what i’m trying to say), it’s people’s wants vs. other people’s wants. “need against need”, as that richard siken quote goes. nobody is leading a revolution against the broken and toxic system; they want the world’s most uncomfortable chair as a means of survival in accordance with that system. and that is a fascinating story on its own, with no clear heroes and villains! but that’s not the story they want to tell.

now until this point, i was with rhaenys; i interpreted her actions exactly as you mentioned, necessary political moves to help her family survive, exactly what everybody else is doing (yes, including the greens, HOTD!). so much time and care was spent with building alicent hightower a compelling character journey, but that doesn’t appear to matter in the greater narrative; apparently that journey was meant to continuously shame her for adhering to the patriarchy (even though it’s clear why she’s doing it). lowkey it reminds me of what GOT did to sansa, subjecting her to trauma after trauma (and i mean the ones that were not book accurate, y’know, the ones that had something of a purpose?) for the sake of stripping her of her fundamental gentleness because that’s not the story they wanted.

maybe rhaenys’ intentions were just to mess with alicent’s head, but the narrative paints her words as justified and not manipulation. and then she throws all her political finesse out the window by slaughtering people in a careless act of dragon violence. what a messy writing decision, like wtf?? who is this woman on meleys bc that doesn’t feel like rhaenys anymore, the savvy grandma who made her peace with her lot and thusly tried to protect her family from the fallout of the throne scheming, because she recognized how toxic it was. she’d lived it. and now she’s bringing the roof down on her family’s heads, just as she did to those smallfolk. when otto hightower is advocating for the little guy and you’re preparing to roast somebody, you know you fucked up.

apparently the “inside the episode” relays that rhaenys didn’t go through with burning alicent and her family because she “couldn’t do that to a mother”, correct me if i’m wrong. idk, i’m interpreting it as a moment of camaraderie, rhaenys seeing herself in alicent, another woman putting herself between the people that she loves in the face of fire and blood and death… even though she just kinda shamed her for it.

in conclusion: just because you can ride a dragon doesn’t me you should (or that you’re the hero of the story).

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Narumi Osone VS Himiko Toga [Danganronpa Survivor VS My Hero Academia]

Hifumi: Narumi Osone; the firecracking enforcer of Organization Zetsubou.

Leona: Himiko Toga; the bloodthirsty lieutenant of the League of Villains...!

Hifumi: The greatest heroes are often defined by their worst enemy. A title that these two crazy little girls are willing to take the mantle of, even if it drives them to the brink of madness...Only destruction and death will be left in their wake when these two come to town...!

Leona: He's Hifumi and I'm Leona!

Hifumi: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, talents and skills, to see who will win a DEATH BATTLE!

Leona: Oh my god, we're 6 parts in and we FINALLY get a character who's NOT an Ultimate!

Hifumi: Well, in other realities, yes, but in ours, Narumi Osone never became the Ultimate Gourmet that everyone originally knew her as.

Leona: Aw, just look at her! She's so adorable! I love her little hair buns and her cute little face and...

Cut to Narumi slaughtering the members of the UUV and blowing up the drone lab.

Leona: ...the psychotic killing...Oh jeez...

Hifumi: Looks can indeed be very deceiving, and those words have never rung truer for this undelightful devilish darling...Despite this, Narumi Osone comes from humble origins. She was born as one of the daughters of Taizo Osone, the former Ultimate Chef and graduate of Hope's Peak Academy.

Leona: Born as a typical middle-child, Narumi was one of the few Osone children who remained true to their culinary roots, even though many of the other children left to follow other passions. What a dedicated little girl. Where did it all go so wrong!?

Hifumi: From a young age, Narumi's parents would always tell her stories of what happened during the early years of her life when she was too young to remember it. She learned about the ventures of the Killing Game that was publicly broadcasted, as well as the tragic happenings of the Demon Hunting game in Towa City, and so on, so forth. A young, easily influenced Narumi fell in love with these stories, and the heroes of them, so much so that she strove to one day be just like them, fighting for Hope and making sure justice prevailed.

Leona: And...in a roundabout and rather twisted way, that's kind of what she became! Though, as any great hero does, she suffered a bit first...

Hifumi: In the aftermath of the Tragedy, with Hope's Peak and many other schools reopening and Ultimate students still being marginalized in society, Mr Osone got more deeply involved in the Rights for Ultimate's movement. He became a member and rather important spokesperson of the RFU, having previously been an Ultimate himself. However, a policeman accidentally shot and killed him during a riot that had broken out at an RFU protest.

Leona: However, this story unfortunately doesn't proceed with the kid donning a cape and cowl and fighting the corruption and crime that took her father from her. Taizo's death turned Narumi's disdain for the government into outright rage. As a result of her desire for vengeance against the system that murdered her father, her mental health suffered. She was left alone, her emotional state unchecked, and only the stories her father told her about the power of Hope pushing through the deepest, darkest despairs to guide her.

Hifumi: However, it became apparently clear that Narumi's ambitions of Hope weren't quite as simple as wanting to push on and strive for a better tomorrow. Narumi believed that the despair she felt immediately following Taizo's death was crucial in sparking a revolution. She didn't seek grand ideals like world dominance, but rather a society that accepted people as they did "back in the day."

Leona: And so the little gourmet decided...she would BECOME that Despair...!

Hifumi: By striving to become, in her own words "the villain of her own story," Narumi Osone hoped to infect Japanese society with this despair, destruction, and carnage, so that the government would be too preoccupied with dealing with the despair crisis to deal with the Ultimates' antagonism. Then she planned for her hero, Makoto Naegi, and the Future Foundation to arrive in a short time to restore society to normal, with the exception of praising Ultimates in the way that was done before Junko.

Leona: And if casualties had to be made in order to make it happen...Who gives a crap!? Anything goes as long as it creates change! Unfortunately, the more Narumi delved in evil, the more she came to sink herself deep in it. She learned that she loved the feeling of watching people struggle to survive, pulled forward by their hope, and that she loved throwing hands with tough customers, even with her small size.

Hifumi: Osone met and teamed up with Akira Tsuchiya, a young man in a similar state as her also seeking societal collapse. After causing some chaos with him, like an average day of blowing up a bank or slaughtering some unpleasent customers, the dynamic duo was put on the radar of the terrorist organization, Organization Zetsubou, and it's tyrannical leaders, Tsumugi Shirogane and Yukari Koime.

Leona: Akira's internet life got him brought on as the team's resident expert hacker, while Narumi became a combat tactician and lead enforcer after expressing her love for battle. However, unfortunately for Zetsubou, Narumi and her shut-in partner proved to be a pair of...putting it nicely...loose cannons. Though it could be dumbed down to her not believing in the same cause as her teammates, Narumi had a tendency to jeopardize the organizations big missions if it suited her interest more. Like how she set up a plan to chip everybody in Towa City using drones, but then destroyed the drones herself, as the prospect of getting to meet her heroes was more exciting to her.

Hifumi: However, Narumi's strength and the assets she provided the Organization made it so that in spite of this, it would be hard to let her go once they had her. At some point down the line while working with these villains, the gourmet girl gained what would become her most powerful and deadliest weapon; her repulsion gauntlets! Which she first showed off after she made her presence known to the Future Foundation, by taking over Towa City's underground, killing off Akeru Yozora's resistance group with a brainwashed Gonta Gokuhara, and using them to combat the Ultra Despair Girls, Komaru and Toko, in a final confrontation with Akeru's safety on the line!

Leona: These gauntlets are nobody's fool! Even with her tiny size and stature, Narumi is capable of near superhuman feats with these babies! They're sturdy and made of a hard metal, so a punch from them will hurt a hell of a lot! Besides that, the gauntlets shoot out bursts of energy that Narumi can use to attain pseudo-flight, propelling herself through the air at a supersonic speed! She can also use them to set off combustion explosions, like being blasted point-blank with a fiery shotgun, or blow holes in even the toughest surfaces and people!

Hifumi: Like how she used them to completely brutalize Mitsunari Koga; blowing holes through him and prior to that, completely blasting his arm off his body. You'll find that compared to us at the Future Foundation, Organization Zetsubou's members, Osone especially, are much more averse to slaughtering people and desecrating their bodies. The gauntlets have also been shown to be so sturdy, they're resistant to sharp objects like Genocide Jack's scissors, which are stated to be much sharper and more deadly than your average knife.

Leona: However, what is arguably more impressive than the gauntlets themselves is how adept Narumi is at using them. Ordinarily, blasting yourself around like that would cause, at best, some serious whiplash, or at worst, break apart your limbs with the way they're snapping all over the place, blasted around by the combustion. And for someone as small as her, it's amazing how she manages to deal with all of that!

Hifumi: On top of that, when Narumi once took a bullet to the shoulder and was unable to use her gauntlets, Celestia Ludenburg donned them and tried to blast Kyoko Kirigiri with them while they were riding a train. The recoil force of firing off even a small blast with the gauntlets at her, was almost enough to BREAK Ludenburg's arm!

Leona: And Narumi is not only firing these concussion blasts off constantly, but RAPIDLY! During her fight with Nagito Komaeda, she onslaughted him with hundreds of combustion shots point blank over span of about 4 seconds before he counterattacked! And she was fine!

Hifumi: Time and time again, Narumi Osone has proven that despite her small stature and realistically weak body, she's one of the deadliest and most powerful enemies that we've faced. And the interesting thing is she's also one of the few enemies we've faced who bares us no malice.

Leona: As said before, Narumi believes in the power of hope, and overcoming your trials. So in her eyes, those in the Future Foundation are worthy of being held in high regard.

Hifumi: And if you can't do that, congratulations! You're useless, and should die!

Leona: Such was the fate of the UUV, who Narumi battled all by herself, with only some slight assistance from Akira that she arguably didn't even need. And what's more, even though she used her gauntlets to propel herself around at sound speed, she didn't even use them for the kill most of the time! Though she may seem like a straightforward action girl, Narumi is surprisingly clever and creative with her approaches to things, like how she killed Aruma Todoroki by strangling her with her own whip, or dropping a shitton of rubble on Mikoto Itsuki!

Hifumi: And it wasn't just the UUV who suffered at the hands of this walking rocket launcher. Narumi, as we mentioned, was also able to go toe to toe with Komaru Naegi and Toko Fukawa, keeping pace with both of them and even being able to survive being caved in on by some falling elevator shaft parts. As a reminder, this is the same Toko and Komaru who battled and defeated Big Bang Monokuma together, a Godzilla-level monster 

Leona: She also battled against all of Class 78, including Sakura Ogami, and was able to outpace and outmaneuver them with her gauntlets, using the constantly moving environment around her. And her most recent feat of accomplishment; battling against Nagito Komaeda in his Ultimate Hope state.

Hifumi: While Narumi did lose that fight, it was rather hard fought for both sides. Komaeda admitted afterwards that he wasn't holding back that much, and at her personal request, was out to kill her. If we assume that Komaeda is about half to three-quarters the power of Izuru Kamukura, that's an incredible feat!

Leona: As is the 60 Megaton explosion she let out that enveloped basically the entire tram system where they fought! Again, the gauntlets have recoil tantamount to the explosions they fire, and Narumi was TOTALLY fine in the wake of it. Her limbs remained intact and she wasn't even enveloped or scarred by her own explosion!

Hifumi: And yet, even in the wake of all this destruction, chaos, and anguish, people will still rise up to fight against the Despair this pint-sized enforcer brings, just as she plans. The world is Narumi Osone's game, and everyone is playing it. This girl was born to cause both drama and damage.

Leona: And that's really the one-track mind that she possesses. While Narumi has shown she's handy with tech and careful with the plans that matter to her, she's not very intelligent compared to the other masterminds of Organization Zetsubou. She's not stupid either obviously, but she's not someone who rivals her partner Akira in intelligence. She instead chooses to act more on instinct and is also mentally unstable, even by Zetsubou standards.

Hifumi: Putting that aside, Narumi Osone has demonstrated that she poses a threat to both the villains and the heroes in her universe. Despite being a noticeable white spot on a black background of death and despair, she manages to blend in with the chaos, and a source of chaos that is not to be underestimated.

Leona: Sundowner was right...Kids really ARE cruel...!

Leona: In the world of My Hero Academia, 80% of the population is born with cool superpowers, also known as Quirks.

Hifumi: That world became a very different place the day that Himiko Toga was born. At first, everything seemed pretty normal. The Toga family was just...normal...Nothing outlandish about them at all...At least as far as a superpowered society could be.

Leona: But the flow of fate had other plans for them, most notably their little girl.

Hifumi: Whether the reason may have been because of her unique Quirk or not, Himiko Toga had a strange obsession with blood even as a child. Even in a world wrought with people who get more powerful by being naked, or have invisibility that works by being naked, or losing your clothes by phasing through the ground, this was still very disturbing...Huh...I'm starting to notice a pattern...

Leona: Everyone realized this when a young Toga killed a bird to drink its blood and then showed the same bird to her parents. Now...I love a good chicken or duck for dinner, but...girl, you gotta prepare it first. You can't just eat a raw bird. You crazy fo' real...

Hifumi: To a more professional extent, that was what Toga's parents thought too. They were openly disgusted and attempted to repress it by placing a great deal of pressure on her to be "normal," sending her to Quirk counseling in an effort to reform her, and trying to find a solution to her "deviant behavior." From that point on, Himiko Toga had to hold back, even though she was still itching to drink blood, while keeping a different face. It was certainly "normal" but it wasn't "her."

Leona: But as they say, you can't keep a tiger caged forever. One day, it will break right out of it's chains and when it does? It'll be hungry...!

Hifumi: While I'm unfamiliar with that specific expression, it's indeed rather accurate to our situation.

Leona: Her repression of her emotions and feelings resulted in the development of social problems and a significant impact on her mental health. But it all came to a head when she saw a boy named Saito at her school fighting and getting covered in bruises and blood. Toga experienced what she thought was a crush on him, after having repressed her "abnormal" feelings and tendencies for so long. Toga later appeared to have succumbed to this obsession and attacked him with a box cutter, and, according to a passing classmate who witnessed the assault, stuck a straw into his wound and began sucking his blood while crying with an ecstatic look on her face. Capital Y YIKES!

Hifumi: She vanished shortly after the attack and fled from Pro Heroes and the police, as she was now a wanted suspect. Later, she was identified as the main suspect in multiple bloodletting-related murders. Up until the time of Stain, the Hero Killer.

Leona: Alongside the mysterious Dabi, Himiko Toga was inspired by the cause of the Hero Killer, but also really wanted to commit more carnage and have fun, so she joined up with Tomura Shigaraki and the League of Villains. She looked up to Stain and saw him as her role model; declaring a desire to kill and "become" him. And she herself quickly became one of the League's  most well-known members, and deadliest assets in espionage and assassination.

Hifumi: Though she may be but a young girl in her late teens, Toga's child-like appearance hides away her incredible feats of strength and skill. In the Paranormal Liberation War, for example, she used her strength to kill multiple heroes and subdue others, including Eraserhead.

Leona: Even before this during her time with the Shie Hassaikai, Toga was pretty easily able to handle pro heroes like Rock Lock, and again, Eraserhead. She's also fought multiple times with Ochaco Uraraka, and deceived her easily, showing that she's at least on par with her too. To kinda clarify that, Ochaco using her quirk is capable of lifting and throwing things like stone pillars or a small hill sized pile of boulders.

Hifumi: She had even managed to stave off Deku once, and now that she had trained with Gigantomachia, that part of her strength would be stronger. 

Leona: And this is without any real notable superpowers of her own. Speaking of which, we should probably get into that, right?

Hifumi: Toga's quirk is called "Transform." By drinking someone's blood, it gives her the power to change into a physical replica of that person and mimic their voice. She can access that person's form for a longer period of time the more blood she drinks. For instance, she can change for a total of eighteen hours with just one cup of blood. If she drinks the blood of more than one person, she can alternate between their appearances. She can even mimic someone else's attire, but doing so would require her to undress beforehand because her own clothes would cover the transformation. Huh...

Leona: Yeah, get used to that schtick. It happens to both men and women, so we can't really complain. Toga's villain outfit plays to her strengths in this regard. She possesses a machine connected to a utility belt. Using the wires, she can either throw the needles from a distance or stab her opponents directly. In either case, the machine will begin draining the victim's blood as soon as the needle connects. 

Hifumi: The machine saves the blood in tubes so that it can be used at a later time. She can, however, drink the blood as it is being drawn out thanks to the mask on her face, that is also connected to the machine. Sometime prior to the Final War, Toga's device underwent an upgrade that allowed her to freely control jet-powered needles instead of needing to throw them.

Leona: Aside from this device, Toga typically carries a number of knives on hand. These are tiny knives with a longer black handle than the blade itself, about the size of her hand, but are still very deadly when used in her hands, and very combat-effective. She can even throw them with pin-point accuracy from a distance. Though she's not got a very wide arsenal of tools outside of these.

Hifumi: It doesn't stop her from being just as deadly in terms of combat. Toga's strength is incredible for someone who doesn't possess a combat quirk. At least...not at first...

Leona: Quirks are part of a person's DNA, and are just as capable of adaptation and evolution as any other bodily function. And for Himiko Toga, that happened in what was the worst possible way for our heroes. Which all happened as a result of Toga's battle with Curious; a member of the Meta Liberation Army.

Hifumi: Curious's Quirk is called "Landmine." and it gives the user the ability to give anything they touch explosive qualities.

Leona: And this applies to almost ANYTHING, including the blood that Toga sucks up with her gear, and the people that she was fighting with at close range. Which means that during this fight, Toga was able to tank explosions that were happening not only point-black, but INSIDE of her! That's CRAZY!

Hifumi: What made the situation even more crazy is when Toga was pushed to the brink, her quirk EVOLVED, enabling her to do something she was previously unable to do: using the quirks of the people she has transformed into!

Leona: Although, Toga can only use another person's Quirk if she is fascinated by them and holds them close to her heart, and she must be well-versed in their power. Still, even just a few more quirks under her belt gives her WAY more options in battle!

Hifumi: For example, she can copy Ochaco Uraraka's Zero Gravity, negating an object's gravitational pull, then releasing the effect on it, causing it to barrel toward the ground. Which she eventually used to end Curious and her army.

Leona: Or using her own version of Twice's signature Sad Man's Parade move: Sad Man's Death Parade, where she endlessly clones versions of herself transformed as Twice with the express intent of killing anything in her path!

Hifumi: Quirk feats aside, Himiko Toga is a phenomenal combatant and DEADLY opponent. As mentioned already, she was able to survive explosions that were happening even inside her, which puts her strength and stamina on a whole other level. What may very well be her deadliest asset however, are her stealth and speed prowess.

Leona: By the final chapters of My Hero Academia, Toga's ability to blend in with her surroundings and hide with her stealth prowess so powerful, Deku's Danger Sense, which kinda works like Spider-Sense, was useless against it! Not only that, but during situations like her fight against Ochaco and Tsuyu, she moved so fast, that merely BLINKING and taking your attention off her for a second would be more than enough time for her to get behind you and shove a blade right up your ass!

Hifumi: And this is the main way Toga fights. Since she lacks the proper strength to go hand-to-hand with a lot of heroes in MHA, despite her unbelievable physical capabilities, her main tactic in combat is to is to outrun her opponent, dodging their attacks and wearing them down until they tire, then exploit an opening.

Leona: The kind of strategy you'd expect from a deranged little girl who hides in the shadows, but the truth is that Himiko Toga is not as clear cut as she seems. Toga is obviously mentally unstable and has a very twisted perception of love and friendship, but it's shown that despite her twisted behavior when infatuated, her affection for Deku, Ochaco, and her PLA friends is completely genuine and without any inherent malevolence. In stark contrast to her maniacal nature, she has demonstrated a very supportive side, comforting a distraught Twice and crying in sadness and rage after his death.

Hifumi: Perhaps that merely means that even after everything, if she had just been accepted for who she is or understood morally, there may still be hope for this deranged little schoolgirl...Who can say for sure?

Hifumi: Alright, the combatants are set! Let's see which of our fighters comes out on top this time!

Leona: IT'S TIME FOR A DEEAAATH BAAATTLLLLLLEEE!

A close-up of a knitted doll of Makoto Naegi being held in the little girl's arms opens the scene. The girl squeezes the doll affectionately and rubs her face against its. It's none other than Narumi Osone. She holds the doll in one hand and reaching up to her ear with the other, speaking through a communicator which starts buzzing.

Akira Tsuchiya [Over Comm]: I still can't believe you took a detour on the job just to get a new teddy bear.

Narumi: Oh give it a rest! The shop does custom made dolls! I had to put an order in while I had the chance! No way was I ever gonna let this darling wait out on me, hehehehe!

Akira [Over Comm]: Look, I really don't care either way, but if I end up getting heat from the Boss Lady for this...Look, you'd better not screw it up...

Narumi: Oh RELAX big bro! It's literally just a collection job I'm doing in place of Yuka! What's the worst that could...

She trails off as she suddenly hears a familiar noise of metal meeting flesh. She looks down the alleyway where she's headed and sees a silhouette down it of something unpleasant. 

Narumi: ...happen...Uh, sorry Akira, gonna have to call you back...

Narumi hangs up her comm and strides down the alleyway. As she draws closer to the subject, she sees Himiko Toga, knife in hand, running it repeatedly through the chest of a sketchy looking info broker.

Toga: Heeheeheeheeheehee...

Narumi: Um...

Toga: ...!

*SHUNK!*

Narumi: AH!

Narumi tries to engage in conversation, but Toga responds by spinning and throwing a knife at her. Narumi dodges this, but her new teddie isn't so lucky. The knife plants straight into the Makoto dolls head and falls into a wed muddy puddle.

Toga: Oops! Sorry about that!

Narumi: MY DOLL! Also, I'm pretty sure that was the guy I was supposed to meet...but more importantly, MY CUSTOM MADE DOLL!

Toga: Hey, I'm sorry! I can get you a new one as soon as I get this back to Tomura-chan! Don't know why I had to go on this mission or anything but he seemed to think this laptop was important to the army...So I'll get in contact when-

*BOOOM!* *SMASH!*

Toga plucks a laptop, presumably filled with information, out of a carrier bag. She's about to head off with it, but the laptop then explodes in her hand, shatters to pieces and crumbles onto the floor. Astonished, she turns her head back towards Narumi, now donning her explosive gauntlets, lowering her aim and pulling on her eye, mockingly!

Narumi: OOPS! 

Toga: Hmph...

Toga's expression darkens and she pouts, furious at this little punk for having the nerve to confront her. She strikes first, hurling a variety of sharp knives at the living rocket, but Narumi sees her move and deftly sidesteps to avoid the attack, then responds with a powerful burst of combustion.

*KABOOOM!*

The explosion blows apart the alley, and Toga is seen flying out of it, backflipping away from the epicenter of the blast. Narumi flies out after her, and as she lands, Toga launches out her rocket-boosted needles, which close in on the young firecracker! Even after Narumi blasts down to the ground and avoids this attack, the needles still home in on her like missiles! She propels herself towards the people in the crowd around her and grabs one terrified looking man in a suit!

Narumi: Hello, mister, would you mind helping a girl out for a sec? K, thanks!

Man: WHA-GAAGH!

Narumi uses the innocent man as a meat-shield against the needles, which run him through and start sucking up his blood. This commotion is enough to get anyone who didn't already run away, to do so. 

Toga: Hmph...!

Narumi: OLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

*SMAAASSH!*

Toga: GAHAGCK!

The man's corpse is yanked forward by the bloodsucking psycho girl, who shoves it off her needles. Unexpectedly, Narumi takes advantage of this distraction by throwing herself forward and delivering a powerful blow to her, sending her flying through a building.

Narumi: Haha! Suck it! Hm?

A figure emerges from the debris, and Narumi gives it a cursory eyebrow raise. When it comes out of the thick, grey liquid covering it, she finds herself staring at a petite girl with a curvy figure and fair skin, auburn hair, and round, matching eyes.

Narumi: Okay wuuuuh?

Uraraka: Heeeheeheeheehee! KEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! RELEASE!

Narumi: What? Release wha...Oh...Oooooooh...Oooooh shiiiiit...

While still struggling to figure out what's going on, Narumi only now looks around, seeing that she's surrounded by floating wreckage as a result of earlier sending Toga hurtling through the building. Toga imitates the behavior of Ochaco Uraraka's quirk by releasing her hold and causing a hail of rocks, chunks, and slabs to fall upon Narumi.

Narumi: Well...this sucks...HYAGH!

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *KABOOM!*

Narumi: SUCK ON THIS! HOOWAAGH!

*KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!*

Narumi quickly and effectively uses her gauntlets to propel herself in all directions, outmaneuvering and dodging the falling debris. When she's in a good enough position, she brings both of her arms together and lets off a massive explosion that engulfs and disintegrates every incoming projectile.

Her clothes and uniform are all that remain of Himiko Toga as Narumi safely crashes back down to face the enemy that put her in such trouble. After picking them up and giving them a quick examination, Narumi takes off, glancing out over a sea of terrified bystanders.

They all blend in with the throng, but one man in a suit draws her attention.

Narumi: Wait...Didn't I kill you earlie-?

Man?: HAHA!

Narumi: WOAH!?

Narumi is just barely able to avoid an incoming knife that grazes her face, thrown by the man! She flies back down towards him as he starts to melt into a grey, viscous liquid, a pale arm shooting out and grinding against Narumi's arm, which she clutches in pain, sucking air through her teeth. She doesn't react in time for the needles to piece her shoulder and yank her towards the pile, with another arm bursting out and grabbing her by the throat. Toga's evil, smiling face emerges from the liquid, her body now mostly naked, and she leans in and licks Narumi's face, much to the gourmet girl's disgust.

Toga: I'm curious to see how YOU taste...

Narumi: That's gross dude...On like...SO many levels...!

Then, with a kick that sends her rolling down the road, Toga throws her stunned opponent into the air before jumping up and kicking her into the concrete. Narumi looks back a moment later to confront her again in spite of this blow, but Toga has vanished.

Narumi: What!? Where did she?

Toga: Heeheehee...

Narumi: GAGH!?

*BOOM!*

Toga: OOOF! HAH!

*WHA-BOOM!*

At random, Toga (who is now wearing her clothes again) appears behind Narumi and attempts to stab her in the back. Narumi is quick to respond, seizing Toga's arm with one hand while firing an explosive blast at her with the other. Toga is propelled backwards, but before she can even stand up, she practically teleports behind Narumi and tries to pierce her lower back with a needle in order to draw blood. But Narumi fires upward, avoids this, and turns around to face Toga with a furious look.

Narumi & Toga: JUST STAND STILL AND DIE!

Both girls shout this at one another, then Toga throws more knives at Narumi. Narumi casually blasts away the knives, but the light from the blast gives Toga enough cover to transform again, this time into the form of Jin Bubaigawara, AKA Twice.

Toga: Sad Man's...DEATH PARADE!

Narumi looks around in a panic as several complete carbon copies of Twice suddenly rise from the ground like zombies, all cackling maniacally. 

Narumi: Tch...! GAGH!?

Toga & Twice's: KEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DIE, little one!

Narumi clenches her fist and gets ready to blast the copies to kingdom come, but as the unprepared girl is kicked by Toga in their direction, the doppelgangers all launch a barrage of blows at her. At that moment, the enforcer sees that she is falling toward Toga, who is preparing to cut her down with her blade!

Narumi: HOOYAGH!

*BOOOSH!*

Toga: ...

Narumi: ...

Toga: You're gonna blast me again, aren't you?

Narumi: Uh-huh!

*KABOOM!*

Toga: AGGH!

Twice's: WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, O-HO!

After a brief exchange of banter, Narumi swiftly propels herself over Toga's attack and uses her gauntlets to blast her in the back, precisely at point blank range. For a brief moment, Toga topples and Narumi turns to face the Twice clones, glaring daggers at them.

She strikes the first one squarely through with a heavy fist that feels like a rocket. Another laser blast at point blank range renders the other completely destroyed. She catches the third by the face and crushes him completely in the palms of her strong, metal hands. Narumi kills the fourth by flying at him and slicing his body in half while spinning like a deadly spinning top. 

Unfortunately, Narumi is too distracted by killing the Twice clones that she's only barely able to catch Toga's hand as she flies back down towards her, grazing her face with the needle and piercing her skin, slowly sucking up samples of Narumi's blood.

Toga: You reek of blood and carnage...That's pretty cute, you know~?

Narumi: HRRGH!

*BOOOM!*

Toga: GUAGHCK!

*BOOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOM!* *BOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOMBOOOM!!!!!!*

Narumi: I'd say the same thing if you WEREN'T SO ANNOYING!

Narumi gathers enough strength in her arms to lift Toga up and throw her forward, blasting her a millisecond later. Then, she charges forward, punching and blasting her repeatedly, destroying the surrounding cityscape and cratering them in the ground!

Toga: HYAAAGH!

Narumi: Ooph!

Toga: HEEHAHAHAHA!

*SHUNK!* *SHUNK!* *SHU-SHUNK!*

Narumi: A-Agh!?

Toga pushes past the explosions that keep popping up in her face, lifting her leg and kicking Narumi in the stomach with immense force. Toga throws her blood-sucking machine's needles forward before Narumi has a chance to recover, and she SKEWERS her! The needles pierce through Narumi's limbs, and Toga, her face ecstatic, slowly starts slurping her blood as it flows into her mask. Toga leans in to offer some playful taunts as Narumi falls to her knees and starts coughing up blood.

Toga: You look a little tired and thirsty, little one...Can I get you something to drink?

Narumi: Ahh...Hah...hahahaha...! Nah...I'm good...Victory tastes better than ANYTHING!

Toga: HUH!?

Toga is shocked as Narumi raises her arms, grabs them, and with an explosive aid with her gauntlets, yanks on them so hard, they become disconnected from Toga's sucking machine! Toga spits out Narumi's blood that's already in her mouth and struggles to recover as the collected samples of everyone's blood flies everywhere! Narumi seizes this opening, grabs Toga's leg, spins and throws her up into the air!

Narumi: This little piggy went to market!

*SHUNK!*

Narumi: This little piggy stayed at home!

*SHUNK!*

Toga: Agh...Gaagh...!

Narumi: This little piggy had roast beef!

*SHUNK!*

Narumi: And THIS little piggy had NONE!

*KER-SHUNK!*

Toga: ...!

Narumi: And THIS little piggy went... WeeweeweeweeWEEWEEWEEWEEWEEWEE! ALL THE WAY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOMME!

*CRAASH!* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!*

While Toga is airborne, Narumi recalls a child's nursery rhyme as she grabs hold of the former's needles and begins darting about at the speed of sound around her in the air! Bit by bit, she she starts to run the needles through Toga's vital body parts, first her knife hand, then her chest, then her throat, then her forehead! And to finish her combo off, Narumi grabs Toga's arm, spins her around at hypersonic speed, causing her barely alive, if not dead, body to spray blood everywhere and uses all of the momentum she built to throw her opponent back down the earth! She then follows this throw up with a powerful blast of energy to strength the impact!

A nuclear level explosion is set off by the impact, engulfing the city and all of its inhabitants except for Narumi, who floats above the mayhem, grinning at her grubby work but winking in agony.

*BZZT!* *BZZT!*

Narumi: Oh boy...

She hears her intercom ringing, and after landing safely in the middle of the hellscape, clutching her wounds, she answers it.

Narumi: Hello-

Akira [Over Comm]: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?

Narumi: Uh...well...I had to squash a mosquito? Now, listen, let the record say that this is ABSOLUTELY NOT my fault!

Akira [Over Comm]: What! The Hell! Happened!?

Narumi: Eh...Ok, so the good news is I took care of the problem...The BAD news is that I didn't get our info and there's probably a...1 in 5 chance that we might have to fight an army of superpowered monsters in a couple years...

Akira [Over Comm]: ...

Narumi: ...

Akira [Over Comm]: Did you at least have fun?

Narumi: Eh...Could take or leave...

Leona: I don't think we've ever seen such wanton destruction since we started this show...Who's idea was it to bring Osone into this again?

Hifumi: To be perfectly frank, this was BY FAR the most DIFFICULT matchup to figure out, and the debate was fascinating! However, we eventually came to the conclusion that in a no-holds barred fight, Narumi Osone just BARELY had the edge.

Leona: Emphasis on "barely!" While it may seem that Narumi's destructive prowess completely overpowered anything that Toga could dish out, that really wasn't the case! Especially considering Toga's speed and wider range of superpowers and abilities compared to Narumi's very limited pool.

Hifumi: Toga's arsenal wasn't very impressive on it's own, but her tools and weapons combined with the assets her quirk offered her were very challenging for not just Narumi Osone, but for anyone to counter. And while Osone can launch herself around like a rocket, Toga's ability to move so fast into an opponent's blind spot is another thing entirely.

Leona: On top of that, Toga was literally able to survive explosions that happened INSIDE her body, when she drank blood that had been affected by Curious's quirk! Simply put, Narumi's explosions and blasts of energy weren't NEARLY enough to put the blood-sucking banshee down!

Hifumi: However, the reverse was true as well! Osone's gauntlets were resistant to Genocide Jack's scissors, which are undoubtedly sharper than Toga's knives. And even if Toga was able to find an opening to cut her, which WAS very likely thanks to her incredible speed and stealth feats, cutting or piercing Osone's body would barely do anything in terms of slowing her down. Simply because Osone's body is already durable enough to withstand the recoil effect that firing her gauntlets off triggers, whereas with mostly anyone else, using the devices would be enough to completely shatter their ulna.

Leona: Also, while Toga may have been hella fast, being able to keep up with those like Eraserhead, Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu, Narumi has kept up with the likes of Nagito Komaeda and Toko Fukawa, both of whom possess relativistic levels of reactionary feats that Narumi is more than capable of matching. If Toga was to use her speed to her advantage, in the very least, she would need to try harder than normal to get around Narumi's keen battle senses.

Hifumi: However, what ironically did put Toga in a rock and hard place here were the limitations of her own quirk. Toga has the ability to use the Quirks of people that she mimics, but ONLY if she deeply cares for that person or has an emotional connection with them, as well as an in-depth understanding of their power.

Leona: This is why Toga was only really able to utilize the quirks of Ochaco and Twice in combat. Using a quirk like Deku's "All For One" or Rock Lock's "Lock Down" would almost certainly have countered Narumi and given Toga a clear victory, but it was basically impossible, because she doesn't care enough about the latter and wouldn't have a good understanding of how either's quirk worked.

Hifumi: To make matters worse, the two quirks she COULD take advantage of were practically useless against Osone. For one, applying Zero Gravity to Osone would mean nothing since Osone can already fly and propel herself around the air. And even if she could replicate Uraraka's meteor shower move using the debris around her, this move was easily countered by Katsuki Bakugo, using a similar feat to Osone's giant combustion against Komaeda.

Leona: Sad Man's Death Parade might have allowed Toga an easy opening if the Twice clones could subdue Narumi, but based on the way Twice's quirk works, they probably couldn't. Copies created by "Double" are less durable and powerful than the real thing, dissolving into basically mud after receiving enough damage. According to Twice himself, physical injury equivalent to a broken bone is usually enough to extinguish a clone.

Hifumi: And yet Narumi Osone is out here, very capable of blowing holes through people like it's nothing. It's safe to say that she could probably take out Twice's clones with just one good punch each, and that's the least amount of power she could exhibit on them.

Leona: And it's that potential for creative strategies in combat that give Narumi Osone the ultimate victory here. Even if her explosions alone weren't enough to take Toga out, Narumi has shown she's got more than just a few simple ways of smoking a person! She could easily just turn Toga's own blades and needles against her, like she did with Aruma Todoroki and her whip. And while both are practically useless without their weapons and powers, because of the very nature of Osone's weaponry, it's much more likely that Osone would find a way to either disarm or destroy Toga's gear before Toga could do the same to Osone.

Hifumi: Thanks to their own skills and prowess, this fight came down to the wire, but because of her superior strength, lust for battle and overall counters to kit, Narumi Osone blasted her way through the competition!

Leona: Guess you can say Toga really "BLEW" her chances at winning?

THE WINNER IS NARUMI OSONE!

Next Time:

Kindness is compassion and love in perfect harmony. It is loving yourself enough to love those around you. But despite their power, it seems these two clumsy, skittish, yet sweethearted companions are gonna need a little help with that.

[dany-elwen-ffxiv]

Daughter, Broken

For as long as I can remember, it had always just been me and my mother. We left Dalmasca when I was just a toddler; my earliest memory is the endless pairs of eyes that stared as Viera settled in Mor Dhona. I remember seeing Lalafell for the first time - and I remember being terrified of them.

I remember my mother carrying me into our little home.

And I remember her keeping the curtains closed always.

I always wondered about those curtains, but I never dared ask. It wasn't like I never ventured outside - I was outside and among the citizens of Revenant's Toll constantly. We were there to help them after the Garlean invasion...and then stayed to help after the Calamity. My mother had always rolled up her sleeves. She was easy to pick out in a crowd, and everyone knew us by our names.

And yet those curtains always stayed closed.

Two years ago, she began to get sick. I cannot begin to describe how terrible it was for me to witness her decline; the strong, powerful woman I had always looked up to, with black hair down to her knees and bright blue eyes. The most beautiful person I had ever known, selfless yet quiet.

She began to forget things.

First it was just a thing here and there. Forgetting her coinpurse before going to the market, and having to leave the groceries at the stall. Things like that.

But then she began to forget names. People we saw every day would wave hello, and she would wave back, and then whisper to me, "What's their name again?"

People we had known for years. The entirety of a decade in that town. She had forgotten their names.

Her eyes became fearful as she began to realize what was happening. She thought it was an aether sickness - something maybe a conjurer could cure. She traveled to Old Gridania, begging the help of the Conjurer's Guild, but she left with no answers and even more confusion.

Upon her return, she collapsed in the doorway through which she had carried me a decade before. And as I helped her into bed, I knew she would never leave that bed again.

The memory loss was only part of the sickness - her hands became frail and weak, and her eyes and skin turned a vile shade of yellow.

And through it all, I cared for her, bathing her, and nursing her - I hoped - back to health. But as my mother grew sicker, the medicine man in Revenant's Toll, a kind Hyur man named Brigar, urged me to switch tactics and instead just keep her as comfortable as possible.

My heart was broken. For three months, I cried myself to sleep every single night. I would cling to her in the bed, smelling her hair and trying to remember everything about her, even as she began to forget who I was.

Her death broke me more than I can describe. Not only was I without a mother, but I was without my closest friend - the only person who anchored me to Eorzea. The only companion I'd ever had.

I was not only heartbroken. I was lost.

And she hadn't even been murdered. The land of Mor Dhona was ripe with mortal dangers, and for years it had been a fear that Revenant's Toll would simply collapse in fire and blood. But that fate had never come for Yyelexi Elwen. Instead, she was slaughtered by her own body, her spirit gone forever.

Somehow I managed to sell the house and stumble to Sharlayan in search of employment and purpose, but my heart longs for true belonging. Not just a job, but love.

Adoration.

[asimperingswannsong]

The Light Bringer Helps a Lady Drown Her Sorrows

Lucifer Morningstar (Sandman)/Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

Author’s Note: I adored Gwen’s Lucifer but never thought I’d write them because I couldn’t picture a satisfying dynamic. Well, I formed a picture, and turns out, it’s the sort of picture your mom tapes to the fridge in support of your fragile ego. The sort of scribble that makes mom’s friends wonder if mom’s kid is alright. I can only apologize for this finger painted hellscape.

Warnings: Uh, wing kink? Tentacle interest? Unexpected cock in the bagging area? True form sex? Aerial smut? Oh, and a small slaughter. If you trigger easily or just have a low tolerance for general tomfuckery; maybe set this one out?

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Lady Dimitrescu had come to this hotel bar to drown her sorrows after being harshly reprimanded by Mother Miranda. She was having a pity party for herself. She adored Mother Miranda. Her every wish was Alcina’s command, and she longed to receive the kind of lavish affection from her that Alcina doled out on her own daughters. She loved her daughters fiercely. They were second only in her mind to Mother Miranda herself, and she was not shy about showing them.

She came here angry and hurt. She could have easily enjoyed her drink at home, but she knew if she sat here long enough, she was sure to draw the attention of a worthless man thing sooner or later. And right now, she’d love nothing more than to take one of them home with her, and make his misery a welcome diversion from her own.

“If you’re in need of a surrogate parent, I could be your new daddy?” A velvety voice had leant down near her ear and whispered those ridiculous words to her. There it was, just like clockwork. “Listen to me you disgusting man thing, if you…” she stopped abruptly as she turned on her barstool to find the most ethereal creature she’d ever seen gazing at her with a mischievous grin on their face.

They were so exquisite; pale skin, blue eyes, and beautiful blonde curls. Alcina was left breathless. “My god.” The Light Bringer cocked an eyebrow and shrugged slightly, “I might have had ambitions once…you’re not so bad on the eyes yourself, Lady Dimitrescu.” Mind reading? Lady Dimitrescu had not imagined herself susceptible to telepathy…not from a stranger anyway. And she was sure she hadn’t introduced herself. “Come now, little lamb, we’re not strangers. Are we?”

“What?” she felt a little foggy and uncertain. It was bizarre. “You deserve better from your mommy dearest, my pet. Why don’t you let daddy kiss it and make it all better?” Their words dripped from their mouth in the most sensuous way. Alcina felt herself throbbing.

Luci led Alcina over to a corner booth near the piano and pulled her in. There was a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne on the table and a bottle of red in the particular vintage Alcina enjoyed. When she tasted the blood of a maiden mixed with the red wine she looked curiously at her companion.

“Don’t be coy dear,” Luci said, “what do you think of the hotel’s virtuoso?” they asked while gesturing to the pianist with their champagne flute. “He’s quite good, incredible actually…for a man thing.” Luci chuckled at the tone Alcina assumed when referring to men. “He should be good. He made a deal with me, unfortunately he was a little vague in the details and…” they gestured to the hotel.

“Oh well, his loss is our gain, cheers!” they toasted. The two sat and enjoyed Chopin. Alcina noticed Luci’s gaze on her body out of the corner of her eye. They were making an especially in depth appraisal of her bust line. “Like something you see?” Alcina purred at her companion, turning to them and placing a finger under their chin.

“I like all of it,” they returned before Alcina pulled them in for a kiss. The kiss deepened as Alcina ran her tongue in and around Luci’s mouth as they moaned. They ended up in a heavy petting session in the booth. The pianist looked a little uncomfortable as he noticed Luci scoot over and straddle the incredibly tall woman sitting next to them in the booth.

The barman came over after receiving a few complaints and bent down to interrupt the horny pair with, “Ahem, this is a hotel. There are rooms if you wish to continue in this manner.” They broke apart and Luci gave Alcina a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Excuse me a moment, won’t you, sweetling?” “Of course.”

Luci watched as Alcina slipped out of the booth and made her way to the powder room. Luci chuckled to themselves as they saw Alcina wrap one large gloved hand over the mouth of the barman and pull him along with her. Luci finished their champagne while they waited on their companion to return.

When Alcina arrived back at the booth her eyes were shining and she was dabbing delicately at her lips. She bent down and licked into Luci’s mouth. Breaking the kiss she said, “Shall we step outside before we offend any more gentle constitutions?” Luci took her arm and they walked out of the bar. The make out session resumed before they made it outside, with Alcina having to lift Luci up into her arms for their kisses to continue as they walked.

They stumbled out of a side exit and into a dimly lit alleyway. Luci was trying their best to be the dominant one in their exchange but Alcina’s height was giving her the advantage. Luci resorted to unzipping Alcina’s dress all the way down her back and then tearing it off.

She was shocked to find herself standing in the alley in just heels and her lingerie. Alcina was not used to being man handled in this manner. She looked back at Luci after inspecting her own state of undress only to find them entirely nude except for a pair of knee high platform boots.

They were even more stunning, small but perky breasts and wonderfully curvy hips and thighs but Alcina was shocked by the 10 inch cock. Luci’s eyes shone in the dark along with a wicked grin on their face as they said, “I’m going to fuck you into the dirt, little lamb.” Alcina threw her head back and started to let out a hearty laugh at the nerve of her companion, but her laugh was cut off as she was tackled roughly to the ground.

She flushed with anger at being mostly nude in the dirty alleyway and started to give Luci a menacing look when she was rendered speechless as a large set of black leathery wings unfolded themselves from Luci’s back and flapped a few times above them as if stretching after being confined. Alcina was gawking at the wings as she felt Luci attacking her neck and chest with their lips and mouth.

They sucked and kissed down to Alcina’s breast before they lifted slightly and sliced the bra apart with “claws? They have claws?” She felt her nipple being engulfed in the warm wetness of their mouth as Luci’s hand dipped into her panties. Alcina reached up a touched the wing above her causing Luci to moan around her breast.

Alcina cocked an eyebrow at that response as she felt a finger piercing her opening. She moaned herself this time before reaching up and gently dragging her hand down as much of the length of Luci’s wing as she could manage. Luci let go of Alcina’s nipple with a small popping sound as they threw their head back an moaned at the wing contact. They looked at Alcina appearing slightly dazed.

“Sensitive, darling?” Alcina asked with a silky coo. Luci growled and sliced the side of her panties, ripping them to the side, and shoving their girth inside Alcina. It was her turn to throw her head back and moan. She reached up again but Luci pulled their wings back from their sides enough to put them just out of reach as they grabbed onto Alcina’s hips and pressed her down fucking her roughly into the dirt.

She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth at the merciless onslaught. It continued unchecked no matter how much she writhed beneath Luci. She felt her orgasm start to build and it sent her blood lust into high gear. She desperately wanted to cum and she desperately want to sink her teeth into her companion.

Luci smiled at the predatory look that came into Alcina’s eyes as she was pinned beneath them. Luci took one hand off Alcina’s hip and wrapped it around her throat frustrating her attempts to get at Luci with her mouth. Luci took pleasure in her frustration as they felt Alcina bucking up underneath them. Luci reached down and rubbed Alcina’s clit, while they enjoyed the way her breasts bounced with her bucking and writhing.

Alcina’s hips stuttered and she threw her head back groaning roughly as she came. The squeezing of Alcina’s cunt caused Luci to cum spilling their seed inside her and moaning as they collapsed onto Alcina’s breasts. Feeling Luci’s seed spread inside her caused Alcina to become frantic with blood lust. She pulled a limp Luci up her body and sank her teeth into their neck.

Alcina was taken on the wildest most bizarre trip of her life as Luci’s blood hit her mouth. She took in all of the cosmos and all of creation from the bang through several aeons to an all encompassing darkness as she felt herself falling into the dark.

She woke up after an unknown amount of time still lying in the alley with her head cradled in Luci’s lap. They were tracing gentle circles at her temple and smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s wrong little lamb was I too spicy?”

As the grogginess began to wear off and her head cleared, Alcina felt her blood zinging through her veins with an electric charge to it. Her breathing and her pulse skyrocketed and she felt herself beginning to change.

She pushed herself up, stumbling as she tried to stand, crashing into the wall and holding on as she bent double. She howled as her form began to slip. Luci stood up and smiled as they watched Alcina assume her true form. She went from a tall buxom raven haired beauty to a tentacle bedecked fiend in a cloud of black smoke. This new form snarled at Luci causing Luci to throw their head back and attempt to laugh with glee.

But this time it was their turn to be tackled…sort of. Alcina leapt at Luci and made contact but was caught off guard when Luci pushed up and flapped their wings taking flight and pulling Alcina up with them. They continued flapping furiously and ascending further while attempting to hold Alcina at bay by gripping tightly to two of the tentacles on her head.

They made it to just above the roof lines as Alcina made contact with a claw, tearing a cut down the center of one of Luci’s wings. Luci screamed first in pain, then in anger. Their eyes lit up with hunger of their own. Alcina released an ear splitting keening and her struggles caused them to veer and roll in the air.

As Alcina continued to claw at Luci and continued to try to get her mouth back to their neck. Luci returned the scratching, leaving open claw wounds on Alcina’s torso, before grabbing the mess of tentacles where her legs used to be and parting them until they found the pink throbbing cunt underneath. They grabbed Alcina’s arm and pulled themselves up her body before pressing up and shoving their cock back inside her.

This time the screech that came out of Alcina sent several dozen townspeople scrambling for shelter down below them. They didn’t know exactly what the ball of wings, tentacles, and naked flesh flying drunkenly above them and screaming like a banshee was but they thought it best to leave further investigation to someone else…someone with a very large gun perhaps.

Luci thrust into her a few more times and Alcina’s writhing caused them to veer sharply crashing into the side of a building. Luci used the leverage to continue to fuck into her causing Alcina to screech again and slam her fist into the wall behind them knocking a very large hole into it.

As Luci flapped their wing, Alcina reached forward and bit down onto it. Luci screamed in pain and in pleasure and they dropped down hitting a bench before landing in a heap of blood, wings, tentacles, and flesh on the pavement. Luci continued rutting into Alcina and they both came a second time. Luci emptying themselves inside Alcina again.

Alcina roughly pushed Luci off of her and to the side. She brought herself up with her arms, snarled, screeched, turned and fled away down the sidewalk. Luci stood and followed after her, going from entirely nude to clad in head to toe black patent leather in a single step. The blood and the tousled hair from their love making vanished as well and the Light Bringer was once again their immaculate self as they followed the sounds of terror looking for their lover.

They stepped inside a billard’s bar and almost collided with a frenzied patron who was attempting a hasty exit. Luci grabbed him by the throat. “Leaving so soon, my pet? I’ve only just arr…” The thought was rendered void by Alcina ripping his body roughly into the air before biting down onto his torso. Luci held only his newly severed head and neck. They tossed it carelessly over their shoulder.

They stood in their post coital contentment and listened to the symphony of screams, the running of feet, and the crashing and shattering of property as Alcina slaughtered everyone inside. She tore limbs from bodies, sliced heads off, tore flesh and consumed it, gulped large quantities of blood from stumps until not a soul remained but the pair of them.

Luci felt their eyes mist over with affection as they watched Alcina in the throes of a seemingly insatiable blood lust. They were beginning to develop a soft spot for this magnificent creature. With the decimation of the billiard hall and all it’s inhabitants complete. Alcina stood nude in the center of the room, breathing deeply, and swaying slightly. She reassumed her previous lady like appearance before swaying a final time, tipping backward, and falling. Luci rushed forward and cupped the back of her head stopping it from hitting the floor. They pulled Alcina’s head into their lap, cradling it again and drawing soothing circles at her temples with their fingertips. Their eyes were still glistening when they looked down at Alcina.

Alcina lay more fully sated than she could ever remember being as she gazed up into the exquisite beauty of the Light Bringer who was looking tenderly back at her. They whispered to her, “Little lamb, your mother is a fool if she fails to appreciate you. You truly are a thing of wonder. We really must do this again sometime.” They bent down and placed a sweet kiss to Alcina’s forehead and Alcina awoke nude in her own bed.

*edited because I misgendered the Light bringer like half a dozen times 😑and it was driving me crazy thinking about it 😵*

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- Sex, Lies and Family Ties

“Unca Lele, look. Je suis un ours!” An almost one year old Oriana chirped as she shifted, allowing her beast out in the center of the sitting room, where her and Leandro had spent the morning—and afternoon—listening to music and practicing.

He shifted without a drop of mess and, while envious of such a skill, the back and forth to learn it ached. But not his praise. Her and her beast adored the praise.

Uncle Lele had a voice close to what they heard on records of papa, especially when she made him speak French—house rule was to respond in the language spoken and she took advantage often.

Narrowing his eyes for the trick—for the lie she loved and her daddy shrunk from—Leandro enjoyed lighting her little eyes up, so he played into it, “Très bien, fleur, you’re such a big bear too, can you be a little girl again?”

Growling, bones crackling, she managed to trade places with her beast faster and cackled in the remains of flesh and fur, “Girl again!”

“Now what we do with all that mess?” Pointing at it, Leandro made a dramatic grimace for giggles.

Giggles earned as Oriana rushed to her daddy, sitting so close yet lost in a folder of papers, but she knew he’d answer her—he always answered her.

“Babbo?” She drawled.

And he answered, always, putting his papers down to pick her up—messy and naked as she was he never cared—and set her on his lap, “sì, il mio fiore?”

Giggling again, for the soft touch of his beard on her cheeks, she pointed to the mess of beast—ignoring the narrow eyes of her teacher—and pouted, “I needa throw way my bear.”

“Bear?” Deluca huffed, gaping at eyes now rolling, “Leandro, what have you been teaching her?” Back to his flower, he gave dramatically narrow eyes and whispered, “that is no bear, my precious flower."

“It’s not?” Oriana did not giggle, though her throat would say otherwise.

“Oh no,” her daddy said, far too serious, “it is much better, πολύ μεγαλύτερο.”

“I'm bigger than a bear?” Her wide eyes were met with a stern look until she repeated it in Greek, “Είμαι μεγαλύτερος από μια αρκούδα;”

“You certainly are,” smiling too wide, he asked, “do you know what’s even bigger?”

“What?”

“Me!” The popped answer came with raspberries on her stomach.

Sending them both to laughter.

Until Leandro sighed louder, “Yes, you two are very cute but there’s still a pile of discarded flesh on the floor.”

“And we’ll take care of it later,” Deluca dismissed, letting his flower down with a whispered, “go get clean and dressed for bed, hm?” As she ran off, he looked at the chill anger sitting on the floor, too close, my love, he is ever too close and sighed, “it’s fine.”

“She needs to learn to care for the aftermath of her shifts,” the anger said, standing to collect what his student did not.

“And she will,” Deluca soothed, with words and lips, and a tease, “right now, however, she’s exhausted...and heading to bed.”

Falling for the tease, as he always did, Leandro displayed the mess of beast before taking it to the kitchen, “next time you clean up then.”

“I would every time if you didn’t beat me to it,” Deluca taunted as he followed, turning away from the kitchen path—and the lie too close and growing closer waiting in it—to head to his daughter’s room.

A room once raked and broken by her beast but remade for the comfort of both. No chains waited in that room, only soft colors and softer things. Over the months he’d had his flower he busied himself as often as possible. With her close he was calmed, more lucid, safer from hunger turning to slaughter and he used it to carve her a proper space in his life. While bedding, toys, curtains and paint were all purchased additions...the artwork on the walls was original.

Oriana took to sharks for the stuffed one in her bed and the carved one in the sitting room—and perhaps all of her daddy’s stories of wrestling them—so sharks were what graced her walls. Deluca told her, however, that she needed her and her beast to get along better before they went sailing...to see some.

In the meantime, she had her walls of wine dark seas teeming with life. Of sharks and fish and old sailing ships and a sea monster her daddy didn’t realize he’d painted and scared himself when he noticed—but Oriana loved the big rock lady with fires for eyes.

Her bed too was custom made, hand carved and sturdy enough for her beast to sleep in. Which is where she was when he entered the room, snuggled up into her bed holding a picture book with a look far too old for the months she was.

She’ll be an adult too soon for how we age, Deluca recalled the words, not even a year but I’d swear you were six...more even. He’s losing time. We are, the longer this lie, the longer he’s not with us…the harder it’ll be. His ring had itched too often over the months, far too often, leaving terror in his gut for his meals. Consensual, my love, the mage proved it. If they’re punishing you for me again I, it would have to be on purpose and I can’t, can’t take that aga—

“Babbo ha un odore triste,” Oriana yawned through the words, all her crackling bones and stretching muscles catching up, but daddy’s arms always soothed the ache.

Hers and his, so she reached.

Following, with a smile begging to frown, Deluca hopped on her bed beside her and welcomed those arms in his, “Babbo è triste, flower. Your nose is too smart, smelling how I feel,” nuzzling as she grabbed for beard, he added, “but even though I’m sad, it doesn’t mean you need to be.”

“Is it for papa?” Her question was not meant to cause a bitter puff through all his smoky heat, but it did and she snuggled closer, “papa will come home, babbo...has to.” While her daddy did not speak, sniffling instead, Oriana tried to help, “how else will he see how big a bear I am.”

Choked and coughing, she got her laugh. And kisses and a tuck tighter into blankets, “bonne nuit, ma fleur et rêve bien.”

While his goodnight wish was full of sweet dreams, Oriana’s was a telling tease he wasn’t expecting, one which stumbled his steps as he reached the door, “amuse-toi bien avec tonton Lele.”

[llliiinnnaaa]

Reprisal

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Gaul OC

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The air is void of noise, feeling as though the smaller, squared, metal doors suffocate any sound…other than that of a tear hitting against the cement floor as it falls from her eye.

Her brown knuckles appear nearly white, tense and shaking as she’s reaching her hand out to brush against the battered forehead of her daughter where she lays cold, skin empty of color or life. 

A sheet’s pulled up to her chin, ringlets of her dark hair falling off the metal slab that holds her.

Even with no pulse, her mother still wills for her to open her eyes and grin, showing her dimples and assure her it’s a game she was playing. 

“...Tawny,” Her aunt’s calm voice is far off, at least it sounds so.

“I did everything right.” A mumble falls from dry lips, a pathetic murmur from someone usually confident. 

“Tawny.”

“I did everything right.” She repeats it. “People raise children every day that they don’t want – that they don’t deserve. And they live. I was a good mother, I loved her, I adored her, I did everything I could for her…I did everything right. And she’s dead.” 

“These people know no bounds. No reason. No sense.” Volumnia reminds her, solemnly. 

“These people?” Tawny asks it, in the midst of the chaos that had ensued whilst she was at work, after her husband had taken their precious girl to peek at the arena ahead of the annual Hunger Games. 

All she can recall is hearing that there was an explosion, where it was, what time, and panicking the entire way to the hospital.

She hadn’t absorbed who did it, why it happened…

“Rebels.” Dr. Gaul grits it out flatly, the word a disgusting thing on her lips as Tawny mouths it herself, her tears a consecutive stream, now, beading down her face. “They planted bombs in the arena, Tawny. They harmed countless other Capitol children, and killed your little girl.” 

They killed your little girl. 

Her fingertips gently run along her girl’s cheek, blue in hue, nearly starchy pale in comparison to Tawny’s skin town despite their tone once being nearly the same. 

It was the same only that morning while Tawny ate breakfast with her before heading to the lab. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you…I’ve been pleading with you to understand how crucial all of this is.”

All of this. 

Volumnia’s legacy for Gamemaking that she’d been attempting to groom her niece to take over whenever she inevitably is unable to be Head Gamemaker.

For years Tawny brushed her off, secretly thinking of her as crazy and bitter, sadistic and unreasonable.

But now she realizes that perhaps she had every right to be those things. 

She had more to lose in the war than Tawny had – and perhaps she did lose more, but never let it show to outsiders…not even her own family. 

The war is over, however, another one being held at bay by the reaping and slaughter of district children.

Or so Tawny thought.

“She was four, Tawny.” 

She had hoped Tawny’s anger would be prevalent and unwavering, as rabid and fervent as her own could become…but sorrow is all her niece can feel for now, continuing to look down at her girl. Her baby. 

“We at least give them the courtesy of twelve years with their children before they’re reaped…but not even the looming threat of their own children dying will keep them from killing ours.” It’s added angrily, shakily, her aunt’s voice faltering slightly as she speaks nearly through her teeth. 

We’re gracious, they’re greedy. 

Tawny thinks it to herself. 

Starving most of the children out during the war wasn’t enough. Now they want more innocent blood on their calloused hands just to hear the wails of the Capitol. They starved you, killed countless of your friends, disparaged families all over the Capitol…and yet, to the last breath of your child, they feel entitled.

Belligerent. Cruel. Entitled. 

The three words repeat in her mind, a small quiver in her lips when she finally allows herself to see the exact extent of her daughter’s injuries. 

Her face is bruised and cut up nearly beyond recognition, her hands have had to be sewn back to her wrists, her legs and feet had been shredded by shrapnel.

 Tawny presses her lips one last time to Tullia’s forehead, gasping out a breath as she pulls from her, covering her up once more with the sheet, hiding her away so no one can see her like this, hiding her away so no one can hurt her again. 

Volumnia waits patiently, allowing her niece to have her last moment with her daughter…her sanity…her heart.

She waits for her to wipe her tears, dwell on what has happened, shove her sorrow away – decide the only way to keep from becoming incapacitated is to turn that sorrow into rage.

A consuming inferno that will not dwindle, no matter how long it burns. 

Volumnia waits, eyeing Tawny’s back, not daring to move or make another sound until she’s on the same page as her aunt, and she sees her getting there with each moment. 

Each second that passes is another turned page. 

She won’t see her child off to her first day of school at the Academy. She won’t see her accomplishments, her triumphs, she won’t get to see her graduate, nor start at the University…no possible wedding, no possible grandchildren.

No Tullia. 

They’ve taken her. And couldn’t give her back even if they wanted to. 

Dr. Gaul delights in the way her niece’s entire body is riddled with a slight tremor, nails digging into the metal of the table, and how her kind, once inconsolable eyes that had always mimicked a puppy, now echo that empty void of some of those lab mutts. 

[gabelesimp]

I'm here!! To make Angst. But it's going to have comfort!

Poseidon x Daughter! Reader

Warning: Character death, violence

Your mother was young, beautiful. But the people of your village hated her, calling her a witch. Why? Your mother was too smart for the world, her ability to be able to do anything that a man could was not tolerated. She was married to a swordsman, but He never loved her. He would come home drunk or with women. She got used to it, until things have changed.

She was being chased, they made a decision to burn her alive with you. All she did was make and give medicine to a sick boy's mother, accusing her as a witch. Her path ended at the beachside, begging for something or someone to help her. She prayed, hoping a Deity would answer her, enough for her. The Shinto God of the Moon couldn't intervene, but he knew who could. The Tyrant of the oceans, he touched the water and Poseidon grabbed his wrist. "What." He pointed to the mortal by the shore, and that he should go and check it out. Once he got there, a woman with an infant in her arms was praying. He approached her, seeing her covered in blood and bruises made him feel upset. "Your prayers are answered." She looked up to him, she wiped her tears and begged him to take care of you. A weak, fragile child. He had a task for her, if she's able to find three or more seashells, then He'll promise to come back for her. Her mind went to the other side of the island, where the water was pure and full of beautiful shells. Too much of a risk, but she had no other choice.

She had to pass by the village, the woman who she gave medicine to, helped her get to the other side. But they were caught, and a group of men went after them. "Go! Do it for your daughter! Stay safe out there!" Her new found friend was hit with a spear to her chest, she managed to reach the other side.

The villagers lost her, and she collected the most beautiful shells and can finally give it to the God who promised to help her with her baby. "There she is!" She was found, and her baby was held hostage. "You're coming with us! You witch!" "But I did nothing! All I did was make medicine and help out people!" "Then that means we get to kill the baby-" He was cut off, a trident pierced through him. She ran up to you, holding you tightly. Forgetting about the shells, she just wanted a peaceful life. She watched The God slaughter the villagers one by one, she was about to say something but an arrow shot her. Falling to her knees, Poseidon saw her bleed from her chest. Once he was done with them all, he walked over towards her. She was singing a lullaby for you to stay calm.

"Nothing's...gonna hurt you...any.." Her final breaths, she spent with you were quiet. Poseidon took you from her arms, and continued the lullaby.

"Anymore. Forever she'll stand by your side, don't cry. My little sunshine." The sun was rising, He buried your mother by where she had her last moments, and placed the shells she collected on her grave. "I keep my promise, no harm will come to her." He felt a bit of sorrow, but smiled. "Rest easy, I'll see you again. In Valhalla." Walking home, with a baby in his arms.

The other Gods were surprised, Not that he had a bloody appearance but he had a child with him. "Don't ask." He passed them but stopped by Hades to adore his new niece.

[bluedevilsrpg]

LITTLE MISS RED

SCHOLAR. W. ( 30 ) Stav Strashko. TW: implied abuse, violence

HISTORY

WHAT BECOMES OF KNOWLEDGE WHEN IT IS ALL-CONSUMING, THE FATE OF INEVITABILITY CREATING A CHASM OF ENDLESS DESPAIR. You were born into an extravagantly wealthy family with a legacy of horror - one that only permitted your existence through cruel tests of worthiness. It was a family that prided itself on its many children, and you were nothing more than another extension. You will never forget the tragedies that you were subjected to, the rigorous trials and the desperation to survive. And it was in that very hell that something new was born in you, the flicker of a fractured soul cracked into mirrored pieces. It was you but divided into halves. One where your temperament was sweet and childish, as if you had never accepted the loss of your youth, fluttering brightly like the wings of a butterfly. This was the you that was protected from harm and adored by your porcelain doll-like mother, the you that believed in fairytales and dreams where books were your companions and intellectual thought your sparring partner. 

But look again when it becomes dark, when the candles fade and there is nothing left but the reflection of yourself, your hair stained with droplets of bright, crimson blood. Everything heightened when you were required to fight for your life - for the permission of existence. Here you were a more terrifying version of yourself, where ruthless calculation and precision played out in perfect, melodic harmony. Gone was the visage of a loving daughter, you had to prove yourself and your purpose to your deranged father. He made his empire in the artistry of murder and you have every desire to inherit. Without it, you will be mere ashes in an urn. So you learned the craft of death, the knowledge of everything your ears could reach. You do not hesitate to exhibit ruthlessness as you act with sadistic joy - a vicious, merciless mistress dressed in blood, dressed in red. 

CONNECTIONS

BELLS OF HELL ⌱ MY HEART SPLINTERED IN THE DECAYING FLOWERS OF MY RIBCAGE

You never had the chance to live a good life - not since the moment you were spawned in a household that signed its name in carnage. You had little to no hope of becoming something more until she stretched out her hand for you to hold. BELLS OF HELL was a rare face that was permitted within the proximity of your family sheerly out of her own stellar reputation. She became your friend, your confidante and eventually, your dearest lover. You promised to take her through the galaxies to witness every star. You adored her. Your painstaking love was shattered one day when she left you in the cold when you awoke. You remember little of the events that followed, only the terror driving through your bones while you walked every trial and tribulation for the chance to see her again. But when you survived through Hell to catch the attention of your angel, she had forgotten you completely. It dawned on you that perhaps the love you treasured had been nothing more than a machination of a game your family dictated. You dislodged your chest of love, sparing nothing but the desire to kill her for the agony she has caused. 

CHILD OF FLAMES  ⌱  STITCHING TOGETHER THE WORDS BETWEEN THE TRUTHS AND LIES

Their lethality was one that was sharpened over the years. When you first approached them, they were hardly the horror they’ve now become. You know the part you have played in indulging the lunacy of their wicked ways. You provided them with wealth and an accommodating life while they in turn showed you how to slaughter like a butcher, like a killer. Each new trick was enough to sate the loyalties of your family but just when you had believed you had crossed the safety line, they challenged you to push further. So you had no other choice but to do the same to them. It wasn’t long before you watched them succumb to a madness that reminded you of your own father. And like your father, they turned their back towards you and you were once again reminded of your unworthiness. They pledged their loyalties to another stronger sibling, while you were left to fend for yourself like a cockroach amongst the dirt.

MOON BLADE ⌱  I RETURN WHAT IS GIVEN TO ME, WITH THE FURY AND PRECISION OF A THOUSAND SUNS

It all went to hell when you discovered the death of your favorite brother. He was the one who had always protected you from the grasp of your other family members. He was the knife that you stood behind, the only time when you were given peace and safety to breathe and simply be. And yet, all that shattered when he had left you. There were so many questions left unanswered until you began to probe through the unknown and you found the culprit at her side. MOON BLADE, who worshipped her sister like you did your brother, would do anything to keep her sister safe and sound. It was your brother who was deemed wrong in his ways and for that, it cost him his life. The pain you felt was incomparable and thus, to return the feeling, you too showed her what it was like to lose a part of her life.

MADAME MASSACRE ⌱ DECAY IS WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU WILL RETURN TO

You weren’t blind to the way she looked at you - the way her nostrils flared in indignation and the clenched fingers that shaped themselves into a fist. You see a girl who has been left to be consumed by soil and rot. She underestimates you like all the others in your family. Your harsh upbringing has always served as an incompetence and MADAME MASSACRE further reminds you of all your faults with her nails and tongue sharpened to remind you of your idiocy. But looks are deceptive and you find envy lodged in your throat - what would life be like if you burned with bellicose umbrage at every turn? You imagine if you had been like her - would your father have approved? You hate her for being so naturally inclined in strengths that you so desperately yearned for. Perhaps to understand your enemy you must become her. You’ve clawed your way out of the history that has written you into existence and you can’t bear facing the demons in your memories.

LITTLE MISS RED IS CLOSED & THEIR SPECIAL STAT IS MAGIC.

[sadlilghostt]

Heaven.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Alastor x ex wife reader

๑ | synopsis : after your slaughter, your would sent to heaven and lived your life there as a joyus angel. The seraphims sisters adored you tons, so does the other angels.

๑ | tw : angst, swearing, grammatical errors

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

After your husband killed you, the love you once felt for him soon to be replaced with great hatred. You felt betrayed, toyed. How much you wish you would never crossed paths with him again.

It's been over a century ever since you died, you've grown greatly fond of the angels here, even being so close with the seraphims sisters especially emily, you adored the young seraphim.

You even got to meet alastors mother, you actually didn't meet her formally when she was still alive, but the woman recognized you and said that she had been watching you taking care of his son and how thankful she is and how also sorry she was that his some was the reason of your death.

Alastors mom was such a sweet woman, alastor is lucky to have a mother like her. But that didn't change of how you felt to the said man now. Alastors mother treated you like her own child and which you happily accepted her care and affection.

It was a normal day in heaven, you were casually strolling around the city with alastors mother, happily chatting when you saw two demons.

Your brows furrows at the sight of demons. You excused yourself to alastors mother as you flew beside the eldest Sera.

" my dear.. " you whispered beside Sera.

Even though Sera is probably thousands years older than you, you can't help but also treat her as your own child. But could you blame yourself? You didn't got a chance to have a child when your "doting husband" decided to kill you.

The taller angel tensed at the sudden voice beside her and relax as when she found out that it was just you?

" Y/N.." She breathlessly called out your name as a strained smile stretched in her lips.

" sera, darling.. What's going on here? " you asked as you looked back at the two demon look around with saint Peter and em singing, showing them around.

" why are the demons here, overall, the princess? " you asked again. It's not like you hated the demons (well apart from your husband-) but seing the princess of hell and the former exterminator here just makes your curiosity itch.

Yes you know who Charlotte is, and you also know that the woman beside her was a former exterminator. You met vaggie once, both of you were close. You were very devastated after finding out what happened to her three years ago.

" Lucifer sent us a message about his daughter wanting to have a meeting with heaven about proving her little project to us.. " sera explained they walked behind them.

" what is this project about? "

Sera sighed as she replies,

" apparently, the princess of hell herself thinks that a sinner could get redeemed by doing.. Good things with the help of her so-called hazbin hotel. "

" sinners?getting redeemed? On a hotel? " you asked in disbelief, yes you find the idea quite ridiculous but you're also intruiged by it.

" yes I know, it's the most humorous thing I've also heard. " Sera chuckled dryly.

You smiled softly at the elder seraphim as you chuckled softly.

" indeed it is, but would it hurt to atleast listen to this princess? She seems very devoted about the idea and very determined to do so, quite impressive young lady. " you smiled at the princess back as Sera gev you a troubled look on your side.

" may I join you all in the court? " you asked as you turned to the Sera.

" I would love to see how this will turned out. " you smile, Sera gave off an unsure look before smiling and nodding softly.

As the two demons settled in their room, you waited for the princess to leave to greet an old friend. Upon walking to their room, you saw Adam and his lieutenant walking out of their room with the door slamming closed behind them.

Your brows furrowed at the sight of them, sure you can tolerate lute, but you have never been a fond of Adam.

You sighed as you waited for them to be out of sight as you walked towards the door and softly knock. A groan erupted from the other side of the door as mumbles followed after making you chuckle as the door opened revealing an annoyed vaggie.

" can't I have a fucking break for one mi- oh.. " vaggie paused in mid sentence upon seeing you on the door frame with the welcoming smile and aura you always held.

" vaggie, sweetheart, it's been quite awhile. " you beamed walking towards her smaller frame.

Vaggie looked at you in wide eyes, with a hind of unsure and anxiousness on her eyes. You bring your arms to her smaller frame and pulled her into a tight warm hug.

" my dear, how are you? " you smiled as you pulled away with your hands resting on her shoulder.

" my~ you've grown more dazzling after these years. " you chuckled as you brushed her now long hair.

" y-y/n.." She stuttered as she looked down on her foot in shame.

Your smile softened at her as you softly grabbed her chin lifting it up to look at you.

" why.. Why are you acting.. Like this? " vaggie muttered as she looked at you.

" what do you mean my dear? " you cocked your head to the side.

" why do you still care for me.. Even after I literally just betrayed heaven? " she scooted away from your touch as she hugged herself.

Your gaze softened at her as you welcomed yourseld in closing the door behind you.

" sweetheart.. " you cooed " I know it wasn't by your choice to leave heaven. " you cupped her cheek for her to look at you.

" I don't exactly know what happened, but I'll leave for you to decide whether to tell me or not but I just want to let you know— " you caressed her cheek with your thumb as you gave the demon a loving smile.

" —demon or not, you're still that little angel I love to take care of. "

Ah yes, before all of this. You were the one who took care of her and her sisters, that was the very first thing you did after a week of arriving in heaven.

" you're like the child I spawn, so I knew you wouldn't just leave heaven like that.. Unless someone made you do it. " you smiled as she looked at you with tears prickling on her eyes. She sniffles as she hurried her head to your chest as you wrapped your arms around her figure as you softly patted her head.

On the court, you can't help but feel your brows to twitch in annoyance as you watched Adam and the princess of hell throw words at each other.

They're just singing.

Curses here, singing there, and then Adam revealing to the princess that vaggie was a former exterminator and then Adam revealing about the extermination every year which broke the little Emily's heart. She was mad at Sera about it.. And you for not speaking about it.

And then after their song ended, Adam announced that he will be coming for their hotel first once the extermination started as he opened the portal sucking them in throwing them back to hell. You have a sad smile to vaggie as they got teleported out. Oh how you hope that they could still fix her and the princess relationship just by finding out that she was a former exterminator and an angel-

You rubbed the crying Emily's head as she cried into your lap.

" why didn't you tell me y/n..why didn't you tell me tht Sera was holding this-.. This! " she sobbed as she looked up at you. Your heart squeeze at the sight of her crying, you have out a sigh as you wiped the tears on her eyes with your thumb.

" my dear.. As much as I wanted to but it was not my place to say. " you sadly mutter.

" but I could promise that I wouldn't tell a soul! " she sobbed again.

" it's not that easy to say darling.. Please, you must understand.. " you sighed again as she let out another sob.

" I really do apologize for being quiet about this, but it would upset your sister if I opened my mouth with information like this. " you gave a sad smile as Emily just sniffles before burrying her face to your chest.

The extermination was starting today, you and the two seraphims where in a lounge when suddenly a serpent appeared out of nowhere.

" w-where- where am I?! " the serpent asked as he looked around when his eyes landed on the three of you.

" oh... Hello.. " he awkwardly wave.

You and Sera shared a shocked look while Emily beamed at the sight of him.

" what. The. Fuck? "