#she is also the Softest creature imaginable

[smaller-comfort]

The Lady

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It Is Time (Daemon x Reader)

This is probably the softest imagine I have written and it was so much fun. I was listening to line without a hook so you get the vibe I was going for.

To be married into the Targaryen was considered a chance of a lifetime for most, however a marriage with the princess of the Summer Islands was a miracle, when (y/n)s father send the raven of her being open to wedlock Jahaerys was the first to respond, offering Daemon as a suitable husband, to align such foreign force was a must for the Targaryens, Daemon at first had retaliated, denying to part take in a loveless marriage with a woman he had never seen to just be a pawn of the king.

That quickly changed when (y/n) visited kings landing, “The diamond of the Summer islands” she was known for her bewitching nature, as she walked next to her father like she owned the place Daemon swallowed thickly at what his eyes were experiencing, it looked like she was a mystical fairy merely flowing instead of using her feet, she was a different type of beauty, a thicker frame with tanned dark skin from the place of endless summer, tall frame and curly hair, her eyes resembled that of a fox, full of mischief and secrets. The daughter of house Truefyre had brought Daemon to his knees with a single glance, once he greeted her and got a hold of her hand he felt shivers down his spine.

“It was the first time I felt like the Gods smiled down at me”

Their wedding was the talk of Westeros, (y/n) and Daemon danced the night away, whispers a of a the union growing strong took over as Daemon was seen tending to his lady wife in every way, shape and form, he was put under a spell that he never wanted to break free from.

“What is it my diamond?”

“I haven’t… bled”

“Oh…. Oh!”

Realisation hit daemon like a stone in the head, Daemon and (y/n) had been every affectionate with one another, Daemon would always have a hand touching (y/n) and there have been rumours of Daemon letting his hand slip in more inappropriate parts, how could he resist? His lady wife was the most perfect creature, his precious diamond that he held close in hopes to protect her forever.

Daemon was not a man of exaggerating declares of happiness, at the news of his wife being with his child he simply smiled and placed a kissed on her forehead before kneeling to be in the same height as her belly.

“I cannot wait to meet you little one”

(Y/n) had wished to reside to the Summer islands, away from duties and pointless dinner with backstabbing lords that would arse kiss in front of her face, her father was gracious enough to offer a castle right next to the sea shore as her wedding gift, Daemon could not deny his love such joy, he also secretly wanted to have a quiet life with his family.

As the morrows came and went (y/n) was changing by the hour, her lady nature kicked in with impeccable strength, compelling the princess to shed tears at the sight of a cat playing with her kittens, her hand was always caressing her growing belly as she sang to the babe while sitting in a swing located in a beautiful orange tree, the breeze passing through her as she rested in the shade and enjoyed the sounds of nature.

“The princess requested for deer meat with… peach jam”

Daemon found himself giving her strange requests to the cooks more than he liked to admit, it was almost a daily ritual for her to wake up in all hours of the night and beg her husband for stuff like plum juice and oysters, strawberry cake and beef meat, he would sometimes think her cravings were the reason of her sickness, although he was smarter than uttering his concern, he would simply nod and go searching for whatever she had asked for.

“I have gotten fat”

“You are with child”

“I am fat with child”

Daemon took in the scene of his wife standing as she watched herself in the mirror, she had gotten bigger as time went on but that was normal for her journey in motherhood. He had been reading a book in his bed when he puffed out a breath and stood up to approach her, (y/n) quickly went to wrap herself with her silk rob yet Daemon stopped her, on her vanity she had an open jar of cream that she would often run her belly with, it soothed her from the itching. Daemon took a small amount and gently went over the stretched skin with care.

“You are a mother, a beautiful woman that is strong enough to carry a child in her with such grace that you make it seem easy, I look at you and I see the world in those dark hues of yours”

“You are going to make me cry”

“I am going to make you happy and when the time comes and our baby is born I will be sure to let them know how infuriatingly gorgeous their mother was when you were carrying them”

“I hope it is a girl”

“I pray that it is healthy, now it is time you rest and no more talking down on your figure, the mother of my child will never be disrespected like that”

Daemon had been (y/n)s shadow, making sure she had everything her heart desires and was happy until she laid next to him with a grin, it was the only way Daemon could drift off, he wouldn’t be able to even sleep for an hour if he wasn’t certain his wife was unwell, especially now that she was risking her life for the birth of their child.

“Daemon, Daemon wake up”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It is time”

“Oh seven hells, I’ll summon the maester”

“No, no, take me to the ocean”

“(Y/n) it is not the time to swim”

“Daemon for the love of everything that is holy, take me to the fucking ocean”

Daemon was smart enough to understand there was no room for him to protest and not to even negotiate about it, he simply took his dear wife gently in his arms as she grunted and moaned and safely let her feel the coldness of the ocean waves. (Y/n) was overcome by a sense of relief from her muscles as the water soothed the ache, washing it away with each wave, her back resting against a rock with her legs spread wide open to give the babe access.

“Now may I call the maester?”

“No, I don’t want them here”

“Why?”

“I want you to be the first one to hold it, not a bunch of people who will let me know the gender before the status of the babes health”

Daemon empathised with his love, wet nurses and maesters were known for not quite caring of anyone’s health, only to deliver the next heir of the Targaryen bloodline.

Daemon nodded mostly to himself before he kneeled so he can take a proper look and guide his wife as much as he could.

“Now I am not trained for this but I’ll do my best”

“It’s alright my sweet, I just need you to hold it when it gets here”

(Y/n) was doing a wonderful job during the entire labour, if Daemon did not know any better he would say (y/n) had gotten through labour a thousand of times, the sound of the ocean calmed her nerves and the cold water seemed to come in to use as beats of sweat appeared on her forehead, she would often ask Daemon to splash her in the face or her chest.

“Here we go my diamond, just a little more”

It had been the wee hours of the morning until the babe was released from her, relief washed over her as her legs could finally spread flat and rest. Daemon caught the babe that was greeted by the ocean first before it was finally secure in their fathers arms, the beautiful little star cried while Daemon cut the cord with his dagger.

“Is the babe alright?”

“The dragon is as strong as her mother”

“Her? A girl?”

“Indeed”

“Give her to me”

Daemon silently complied, passing the fragile little girl in her mothers arms. (Y/n) had never felt more accomplished before, she delivered her daughter right as she wished, with her husband and with the strength of the ocean.

In her land the sea goddess was also the goddess of fertility, frequently plenty of couples would bring their babes to the shore and let the water caress the babes skin as a thank you to the goddess for allowing them to expand their families, to be able to give birth right in the goddesses home was a dream for a plethora of women.

“How about Ariel?”

“An unusual name for a Targaryen, what will your dear family say?”

“I couldn’t give two shits about them, you and our precious Ariel are the beginning and the end for me”

“you have become such a poet my prince”

“How could I not? dear (y/n) you have turned my life to a living fairytale”

“Help me up please”

Daemon allowed his wife to carry the small child while he carried her, the maester along with the servants were waiting for the couples arrival back to the castle, they were aware of how sacred this moment had been for them and watched from the sidelines, praying that everything would go smoothly.

“Behold (y/n) of House Truefyre and our first born, Ariel Targaryen”

(Y/n) only giggled as Daemon puffed out his chest with pride and carried her to their chamber while all the servants beamed with joy.

“I believe we should take the babe for a bath”

“No maester Gerald I will do it”

“As you wish princess”

“My love, you should rest”

“I would rather be Caraxes next meal than allow someone else experience her first milestones instead of us”

Daemon only leaned to peck his wives lips with the utmost adoration, his diamond was meant to become a mother and he felt a certain sense of honour that she chose him to share her future with.

The servants prepared the bath for little Ariel while (y/n) and Daemon kneeled, the babes first sensation was the ocean so Ariel was peaceful as the warm water was gently washing away the salt of the waves.

“She will be a strong dragon rider, like you”

“Or a graceful princess of the summer islands, like you”

(Y/n) leaned closer to her husband as a way to express her emotions to him. It was Daemons turn to smile at her, (y/n) was everything Daemon never thought he deserved in life, sometimes he would think what would his life be if he had not married her, and the result was just grim and cold.

“We should call the wet nurses my sweet, Ariel will need to feed in a while”

“Wet nurses? Daemon this is not kings landing, we feed our babes here”

He would never imagine he could love his wife more, that is until he was part of the moment (y/n) fed Ariel, such a sacred ritual and bond with mother and daughter. (Y/n) laid comfortably in their bed after she had a scorching hot bath with her favourite scented soap which was lily flowers, Daemon had even braided her wet hair so it will be out of her face and make her feel pretty.

(Y/n) hummed a tune to their little princess, light beaming through the windows on this glorious day and their babe healthy and already loved tremendously suckling on its mothers breast, (y/n) could almost feel the women of her bloodline gather around them and bless the babe with their hands on her shoulders, resilient women who suffered through months of pain, swelling, restless nights, broke their hips for the birth, even produced milk for their children to feed, Daemon had been a warrior who had taken plenty of life’s, his wife was a warrior who created a life.

“It is time for you to rest”

“No, I don’t want to take my eyes off of her, I want to watch her breathe”

“Alright, I’ll sit right by you with Ariel as you sleep, I will watch her for you. Do you trust me with that?”

“I suppose”

Daemon did as such, sitting up in their bed holding the princess while (y/n) got comfortable with her pillow, her eyelids were already heavy but she still fought, Daemon rocking the babe without even realising how bright he was smiling at his daughter was such a gorgeous sight to miss, they were not just husband and wife now, nor prince and princess of anything, they were mother and father, parents that would offer their life for their daughter, a bond made by passion and kept by devotion and love.

She drifted off to sleep with the sound of her daughter cooing at her father, praying that her body won’t be in need of countless hours of sleep, since she looked forward to waking up and be fully capable of holding her daughter again.

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Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

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Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him. 

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

 “What do you mean sir?” 

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?” 

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature? 

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.” 

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.” 

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes. 

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left. 

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice. 

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you. 

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts. 

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.” 

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

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A DC X DP IDEA#10 Their Humanity

Imagine dis…

It is always Talia, Damian, and Ra hiding the fact that either they have another child of Batman that died due to the fight to the death between siblings. It is always either Danny faking or is at the edge of death to escape the League. But what if in this universe it is quite the opposite?

…

It came as a surprise to Talia that she had just given birth to twins, with her Father on her side exclaiming that they were blessed to have the Al Ghul have twin heirs.

The midwife first presented the first newborn as well as the one to come out first. Tan skin as well emerald green eyes and a mop of spiky hair on top of his head are what they saw naming him Damian as the firstborn as well the future Demon Head. Crying and screaming his heart out, Ra deemed him worthy enough of being the heir.

But the moment the two laid their eyes on the second child made them feel that their heart had just beaten.

The second one was not crying just sleeping quietly and peacefully, light skin and blue eyes are what had greeted them, and with bated breath, they look intently at the second born.

With wide eyes, Talia named the child Danyal in the quietest and softest voice she could muster. Her Father, on the other hand, his eyes stayed on his 2nd grandson as something foreign and unknown inside him stirred, something warm that he could not describe the sensation. Carefully reaching out his hand to take a good look at the boy’s face, Talia would have never thought in her life but her maternal instincts are now screaming at her to protect Danyal from her own father if he ever dares to harm the boy which confuses her, as in her entire life there had been not a single moment of such frivolous emotions arise, not even when she seduced Batman for the sake of creating the ultimate heir yet here she was, still weak after literal moments after giving birth add to the fact she felt indifference to her firstborn so what made Danyal special to the point she was ready to fight her Father for Danyal’s safety?

Ra didn’t comment when he saw the rigid form of Talia and continued reaching out to the newborn. Now take note that he had taken multiple bathes using the pits, also it is a well-known fact that babies tend to know things or even read the mood. Babies are also known as the most innocent creatures on this planet aside for toddlers and kids, so when Ra reached towards Danyal he had expected the child to be scared and start crying but his grandson who was merely minutes born did the impossible.

Danyal had reached out, gave the tinniest grip a newborn could do, and giggled as if he already knew that whoever that man is, he just knew that he felt safe just by being around him.

Ra widened his eyes at the action and merely hummed in approval or dismissal Talia never knew.

But that day whether they knew or not the world the of cruelest assassins who wouldn’t bat an eye whether they kill children and newborns for the sake of their cause had just their world had just been shifted towards this newborn.

…

During the early years of both children, the League had changed to something of the past Ra would rather die or even commit seppuku than see the changes in the League.

Ra and Talia both interacted with Danyal, using the milk that was produced from her very own body to nourish Danyal while Damián was in the care of his wet nurses.

Ra would look question at the tiny infant, does this child possess some sort of meta ability that made him likable?

Unlikely, the number of tests that the child had to face to ensure his health reveals no gene or mutation of any sort.

Talia would express a foreign expression to her and those around her every time she interacted with Danyal, every time he smiles, giggled, cooed, and laughs she felt lighter and happy. On the other hand, every time Danyal cries or even has even the lightest traces of being upset she would immediately gets rid of the source.

Ra would very often come to the twin’s chambers to observe Danyal, and every time he would take a brief visit Danyal would immediately stir awake and try to reach out to his grandfather.

Each time Ra would leave with unclear thoughts and mind as he still has that current yet foreign feeling in his chest.

Each time that Ra would leave the chambers Danyal would always steal a small piece of the cold man’s heart.

Until one day those walls that were built using the strongest materials that surround their Icey cold hearts, slowly crumble and melt at the mention of Danyal

New toys, new robes that were made with the finest silks, and gifts that were made for a king were all presented and gifted to Danyal who was barely a month old and barely able to hold his own head on his own.

…

Growing up Damian had noticed the amount of personal attention his younger brother has received through his grandfather and mother. For someone who had done the League’s utilization of basic forms at a young age under the tillage from his personal trainers. Danyal on the other hand was a bit of a slow learner, he was not born to be an assassin a thought that passed his mind.

Damian witnessed the acknowledgment and praise that came from both his grandfather and mother when Danyal had perfected a certain form that he had already perfected a month prior.

At first, Damian is bewildered at the amount of attention and personal gifts that were given to his younger brother.

Is he not the heir of the League? Is he not the first-born grandson of the Demon Head?

At first, he held anger and resentment towards Danyal in his mind he is a competition for the privilege of being trained personally by the two greatest warriors in the League.

Even though he had vocally and physically informed Danyal his displeasure towards him didn’t deter Danyal from him from training with him, fighting alongside him, looking at the stars with him, and creating a bond with him. To the point that Danyal had dragged Damian to a private training session with the attendance of the two people whom Damian had respected.

As he progressed alongside his younger brother, he finally learned why he was cherished and treasured.

Danyal is fresh cool water in the desert sands and scorching sun that surrounds the Nanda Parbat.

That day he swore to protect Danyal from the harms of the world to the point that the majority of his kills are either child rapes, or child abusers in any shape or form as he alongside his grandfather and mother that together they will make a world a better place for Danyal.

…

All but one person held annoyance and offense towards the unofficial prince of the League, Deathstroke, a few months before turns to be a defect to the League, he had originally planned to plant bombs around the base to be blown sky high but all of his plans went to the drain when Danyal Al Ghul had confronted him ad disabled the bombs he spent months to place in places that no one would ever think off.

Deathstroke admit it, he thought that Danyal Al Ghul is nothing but a sheltered spoilt prince but clearly the skills he had shown to Deathstroke to the point he Deathstroke was very impressed at the raw skill and talent this boy held at the mere age of 7 made him almost feel guilty, almost.

Deathstroke is a grown man with 10 years of experience in his belt, he easily overpowered the child after dealing with countless injuries that he had obtained when fighting the child.

Grabbing Danyal by the neck, he ponders what would he do to the child when Ra Al Ghul alongside his daughter and grandson with plenty of assassins behind his back looks enraged at the mere scene before him.

Deathstroke pondered at his predicament he could escape but he needed a distraction, looking down below he saw the glowing green waters of the Lazarus pits.

Letting go of the unconscious child he watched gleefully under his mask as he watched the unaltered horror etched on each Al Ghul's faces as they watch Danyal fall towards the pits.

…

It will be fine Ra assured himself, with his little side project of Jason Todd, he raised the teen from the dead using the pits, he had also used the pits to ensure his longevity.

But when Danyal hadn’t reached out to the edges of the pool he began to think the unimaginable.

Damian his first grandson at the very edges of the pits looking for any signs of his brother, Talia barking orders to the rest of the assassins to look for the prince.

Minutes turned into hours as Danyal hadn’t reached the surface.

That day something inside of all of them died as anger, resentment, grief, and depression at the mere fact that Danyal Al Ghul is no longer with them.

…

Danny had always known that he wasn’t the son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, he knew that the Lazarus pits had somehow transported him to an alternate dimension, those nightmares that his “sister” and “parents” used to tell him that was only a figment of imagination were his memories, using the skills he had learned he searched for any whispers of the league or even his father but so far his search led him to an unknown dimension.

Clinging to only the memories he had to ground him, to remember himself that they are waiting for him.

Pretending to have amnesia and acting to be a scared little boy who was abandoned in the forest was easier as of now he needed to make a new identity. On the papers, he was named Daniel Fenton, a shy and quiet young boy who was found in the middle of the forest suffering from multiple injuries, hypothermia, and amnesia.

The only reason he had picked the Fenton’s as his fosters is due to the fact that they have an advanced and unrestricted vault of weapons as well their studies are well aligned at the Lazarus pits.

Pretending to be a meek boy who was bullied by a larger child, who was best friends with two of the natural outcasts in the population as well sabotaging his own grades in order to remain unseen or normal.

Dying at the age of 10 was not even part of the plan, he had read that children who are about to enter their teen years are doing something childish or even stupid. Nor becoming alive once again or even becoming a vigilante like his father, even getting attached to his supposed friends as well as sister to the point he would rather die for the second time than see them hurt.

When he became the crowned prince of the Infinite Realms, he had ordered all of the ghosts and rogues to stay in the Realms as it was getting dangerous for all ghosts as the GIW and the Fenton’s have not only doubled their efforts as well became more brutal in terms of handling ghosts.

At the age of 13 there we see Danny running toward the Infinite Realms all bloody and injured. Jack and Maddie had found out and they were in the middle of dissecting him when his two best friends and the woman whom he is proud to call his sister all to burst into a hidden GIW location which is where he is being held and practically all of them prepared to lay their lives for him. All three of them not only rescued him but also destroyed all research and weapons they possibly have about the Infinite Realms.

As he was trying to create a portal a natural portal randomly opened in front of him, leaving no choice he immediately jumped.

…

It had been 6 years since Danyal had died, during this time the previous 10-year-old Damian Al Ghul was introduced and stayed with his father who was Batman in Gotham.

Ra Al Ghul had been revived secretly and started to rebuild the League. Talia had finally captured Slade and finally slit the man’s throat after hours of continuous torture.

Ra along with Talia was looking somberly at the pits as this was the final resting place of Danyal, as it has been years since the pits had taken and had not returned the body of Danyal.

Suddenly the pits started to glow brighter and brighter unable to stand the brightness both Ra and Talia covered their eyes. The moment they take a moment to discern what made the pits reacts like that, a loud splash was heard around the cave.

Talia just needed a second to see who dared to use the pits to suddenly see herself swimming to retrieve what had just disturbed the pits.

The moment she reached the shores she didn’t dare to wish for, there she is, cradling a 13-year-old bloodied and injured version of Danyal.

Disbelief is written on the faces of the Al Ghul’s, Ra didn’t want to be taken advantage of and immediately requested a DNA test that came back positive.

Relief and happiness flowed like air to the two Al Ghuls.

Thus, the journey of healing and family.

…

It has been months since Damian had started to act differently Bruce thought.

His 13-year-old son started to go out more in the guise of spending time with his siblings, but when the said siblings denied ever spending time with Damian made him worry. According to the parenting books he had found online, teens especially Damian’s age tend to be more rebellious to find the place where they belong.

This prompted them to follow him when he had requested to have a week out of town with a “sibling”, Batman along with Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin is following Damian in his civilian clothing to an expensive hotel and resort surrounded by the desert sun.

As they were going around inside the said resort and hotel, they saw Ra and Talia Al Ghul which made them immediately on the defensive as they start to wonder over the comms what could the hotel or this resort has that warranted the attention of the two deadly assassins.

As they hide in the shadows, they saw a child collide with Ra, they were almost afraid of what Ra would have done but what Ra have done made them drop their respective jaws.

Ra just smiled, SMILED, the assassin that even Batman has trouble defeating as well as holding the title of the cruelest assassin in the world, smiled, and hugged the child.

Looking closely, they swore they saw a mini Bruce in that teen. Blue eyes with a mop of black hair that rests on top of the teen's head.

Another clone? Was an immediate conclusion up until they saw Talia approach the pair with a soft smile, as the child ran up to Talia screaming mother.

Damian who entered alongside Talia, didn’t seem to bother by the supposed clone, the Batfam knew his deep hatred towards clones, so when Damian just looked at the teen with soft eyes made them fear the worse.

Damian was being blackmailed by the League or else their new brother might just suffer the consequence of refusing.

Batman was distraught about another child that has hidden from him and was right now being held against his will, Red Hood exclaimed that he was sure he saw the Demons spawn with blue eyes not green.

Now they fight about who has the rightful custody of Danyal Al Ghul Wayne.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

[sinful-lanterns]

If we're still on the topic of Yao... Okay, so I haven't played her event yet, so this all might be OOC, but y'know how people say that birds are essentially just modern dinosaurs? How about we say that Yao would probably possess some primal tendencies? 😏

If Yao's roaming around the entirety of Whitesands to chase down the Tides of Ashes, then she's obviously quite powerful to protect such a vast territory on her own, which is a +1 for her. And if she finds you wandering into her territory, then this clearly must be a sign! You're so very different from her usual prey. Ah, but what bravery you show just by being out here!

Of course, Yao's smitten, so she's going to prove that she's the very BEST mate for you. She shows her power by effortlessly taking down any beasts that thinks they can have you. Foolish creatures... Only SHE can have you. 😤 She also proves she's a provider by bringing fresh food for you and the potential hatchlings she hopes to have with you! Then, she perplexedly changes her strategy when she finds the various organs (the best parts in her opinion!) probably freak you out/make you squeamish. 😂 Thinking like, "Hm. Potential mate does not like giant lizard. Must find other foods."

And whenever you rest for the night, she tries her best to build a comfortable nest around your tent/bedroll! She shoves giant branches and piles of leaves around you for better insulation against the cold desert nights. And I think she might get a little possessive. Her entire design suggests she's a powerful, ancient birb though, so maybe she might only gets a little jealous around other birb-coded sinners? In this case, it might just be Raven (another S-tier sinner no less!). 😂 I can imagine Yao wrapping her big wings around you and firmly placing her chin atop your head while glaring at the other birb. When she gives a little huff of discontent, small puffs of steam probably come out of her nose.

She's the absolute sweetest around her little mate though. 🥰

-🌙 anon

Yao who has the instinctual habit to build a nest around you whenever you lay down somewhere for too long. In her head, she thinks ‘Oh. My mate wants to build a nest here. Okay!’ even though you are just resting. While you are asleep, she will go out and forage for the cleanest sticks, the softest plants, heck, she even pulls out some of her feathers to build the perfect nest for you. By the time you wake up, you’re just surrounded by a huge nest of branches and a happy Yao waiting for you to wake up, seemingly proud of herself for what she did while you were asleep 🥺

Oh, and let’s not forget to mention her hunting skills when she wants to provide for you. Yao picks up on the fact you can’t really hunt that well since you’re a puny human, so she goes out of her way to hunt down all the best animals and plants for you to eat, even if some of them are a bit grotesque.

Reader: Yao…I can’t eat this. There’s still blood.

Yao: Is it too raw? Okay. I will cook it for you.

Yao: *proceeds to set the meat on fire*

She means well, don’t worry. Even if what she does can be a little jarring for you, it’s just her following her instincts as a bird. Especially when she wants to show off how possessive she is over her mate. I imagine she’s quite territorial over you and will spread her wings quite wide, just to scare off any other “predators” that may want to snatch you away from her.

…Sorry Raven, but since she is a bird, anytime she steps close to you, Yao would squawk and immediately wrap you in her wings, hissing at Raven as she walks by. She isn’t like this around other women, yet women who have bird like features (Raven, Langley, and Nightingale for example) will get hissed at by an angry Yao.

These poor women… 😅

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Small facts about each of the divine warriors:

Irene: She cannot cook in anyway shape or form and even when offered she refuses to learn. She will only eat food raw and all of the other Divine Warriors just serve her first before they start making their food, unless Menphia and Shad are dealing with a high bout of animalistic instincts. (being a meif'wa and hell hound respectively)

Irene was not a modest woman or had any form of personal boundaries. Like, she would walk around topless without a care in the world and if she was ever cold at night, she would never just put on more clothes but instead join a tent or sleeping bag with another warrior. Shortest of the Divine Warriors.

Shad: He is the warmest man ever, unfortunately he leans on the end of "Your skin is literally leaving first degree burns" than nice space heater. He also smells like wet dog whenever he gets wet, before his skin eventually evaporates it. Due to how water reacts to his skin, he does take dust baths like a chinchilla. Full on rolling around in sand and then claiming he is clean.

After turning full evil, he decided to continue his bloodline for the sole purpose of pissing Irene off. He met a woman one day and was like "Hey, I am not gonna be a parent to this kid, I just want to do this to piss off my ex." and the woman just looked at the large demon man and said bet. The woman then met her wife and they became the first matriarchs of Falconclaw. Tallest of the Divine Warriors.

Enki: While not necessarily having the most stable form, he is the lankiest and physically weakest of the Divine Warriors. He used bows and magic, he was never going to be the most muscular. The only times he was ever considered "strong" was when he choked a man out after stabbing them in the back. Certainly a wizard and not a fighter.

Enki was the most strategic of the Divine Warriors as well, mostly due to the fact that he hoards knowledge like a dragon hoard gold. He 100% info dumps in every conversation, like you see a cool bug, he knows everything about that bug. The kid that rants about dinosaurs at the playground. 3rd shortest of the Divine Warriors. Shorter than Shad, Esmund, and Menphia but taller than Kul'Zak and Irene.

Menphia: This woman will take a nap anywhere, the moment she is not fighting or training she is in the softest spot in the the sun. Imagine trying to talk diplomacy and one of the divine warriors is asleep on the table. It's not short napes either, full cat naps.

This womans is so cut, like one would imagine that a woman who is part cat is soft but noooo. This woman has abs and shoulders for daaaaaaaays and don't get me started on her thighs. Crushing a watermelon is the least she could do. The 3rd tallest of the divine warriors.

Esmund: Before being a Divine Warrior, he was a human lumberjack from a small farming village. A very large lumberjack but not a king or knight that some would present him as. He was a small farm boy who saw a hot latina goddess and decided to say follow her to the end of the earth.

While not being the tallest of the Divine Warriors, he is the biggest. Look up "bear" in a dictionary and it is this man, broad, hairy, and thick. He is also the perfect cuddling temp which created a lot of "Poor Farm Boy Panic" whenever Irene would share a tent with him. (I think he was like, 6'8-6'9, Shad being 7ft)

Kul'Zak: He had a peg leg after saving Esmund from a Leviathan but he made sure to never hold it against the man, he already suffered from survivors guilt. He rather enjoys the leg, it allows him to spin while playing the fiddle much easier. Losing the leg proved to be more beneficial because when sirens walk on land it feels like their feet are walking on hot coals and sharp glass but with one less foot it was less bad. (Think original my little mermaid.)

While being the 2nd shortest of the Divine Warriors, he was also the technical largest, not that it was really known. He was a creature of the ocean and chose to explore land. What he looked like in the ocean was much longer and larger, over twice the height of Shad with his tail being a beautiful mix of blue, cyan, green, and emerald. Goes full mermaid, though difficult to switch to this form after losing the leg.

I feel like his mermaid tail should be lacking a fin or something, or be otherwise impaired. Just to have the ‘lost a leg’ experience in the water too.

[naavispider]

Heya 👀💅

Ok ok SO i got a little prompt if you’re interested. Just some really emotional character interaction 🥰

Imagine Spider getting hit in action while the recom group, in the dark forests of Pandora, was trying to fend against the hungry, desperate wildlife (maybe a pack of starving viperwolves). The recombinants hear Spider yelp and then turn around to see him holding his side, blood oozing from between his fingers.

Quaritch’s paternal instincts are going completely haywire because this is a parent’s worst nightmare, and as the squad chases away the remaining predators, Ja tends to the kid and contracts Bridgehead to send a ship to a closer location where they could meet up.

What follows is an agonisingly long hour of flying on the ikran as Spider gets progressively more delirious, digging his nails into Miles’s arm and sobbing as he turns into the softest dad ever because this might the last time they speak (it’s not, he gets help and survives obv but it’s the ✨panic✨ that matters 😈)

Oh god imagine Spider going “Dad…’m cold…”

Tagging you @hyperfixatedfandomer

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Gunfire fell like rain around him. Spider’s breath caught in his throat as each round fired past him - mini explosions detonating in his ears. The moss was cool underfoot and the bark was rough against his back, but Spider wasn’t aware of any of it crouching for protection behind the tree trunk. Shouts from the recoms and yelps from the enraged viperwolfs filled his ears as he hid from the line of fire, desperately hoping that the creatures would retreat - knowing they wouldn’t. 

The squad had unknowingly disturbed a pack of them when Fike decided to try hunting a nearby yerik. He’d been unaware that the animal was also being stalked by a pack that hadn’t eaten in days, vicious for their meal. Unable to fend the whole pack off by himself, Fike had run back to camp for back up, leading them straight to the sleeping campmates. Without his bow, and mixed up in the stench of RDA equipment and clothing, the wolves hadn’t been able to distinguish Spider as a friend amongst foes. And so he was gasping for breath, hidden from the recoms and also, he hoped, the wolves. 

A pause in the gunfire made Spider look behind him. 

“Spread out!” Quaritch shouted. 

“Push left, they’re circling round…” That sounded like Prager.

He considered running out from the tree and back to the centre of camp, but just then, the familiar gleam of yellow eyes in the dark stilled him. The reflective orbs belonged to a female viperwolf, twenty feet away and stalking him, pressed low to the ground. She was getting slowly closer, her gaze locked on him. Her mouth was curled in a snarl and slobbering hungrily. Spider didn’t have long. She was going to attack. 

He had a split second to decide, knowing that if he stayed where he was, he would be nantang food for sure. Fear swelled in his stomach, manifesting in his quicker breaths and sweaty palms. For a moment, he stared at the animal, and the animal stared back, before he threw himself off the grass and out from the tree, intending to sprint back to camp and get behind someone with a gun. 

Then, several things happened at once. He caught sight of Quaritch and the rest of the squad, rifles raised and fingers on triggers, trained on the treeline - right where he was. He just met eyes with the Colonel before he felt it. A ripping, searing, bolting pain straight through his side. 

The world stilled. He felt sick.

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[mha-quotes-and-such]

Houre Gurl AU, this is incredibly long and I'm sorry for that: Bakugou's horse is a gorgeous white thoroughbred gelding. He talks to him like the horse murdered his mother but he also brushes him every single day, makes sure he's never too cold or hot or lonely anything, feeds him healthy treats, constantly checks for any sign of illness. He doesn't yank him around when he's riding him, in fact he's really good at working with him. He dotes on that thing but would never admit it ever. But the horse is always spotless, even when it just rained and it's really muddy out. No one knows how he does it. Also Bakugou named his horse like an eight-year-old boy bc let's be honest, he named himself like an eight-year-old boy.

I want Midoryeehaw to have a Shetland so bad. Like it doesn't exactly fit with the flashiness of One For All, but he's a small, light kid and I want him to have a Shetland. If not a Shetland, at least the personality of a Shetland. She's a descendant of the pony Y'all Might had as a child. Both of them are mean little shits but Y'all Might's was well-behaved for him only. Midoryeehaw is working on getting his to behave. But both horses also love attention so during competitions they're always showing off and looking like dream horses while in private Midoryeehaw just managed to get her to stop biting him.

Uraraka has an elderly, third-hand school pony whom she absolutely loves. He's not much to look at, but every riding instructor ever would meet him and go, "This pony is amazing. I wish I had him for my students."

Tsuyu's horse loves swimming. They go to the local body of water on the weekends and swim. She invites her friends sometimes. Bakugou always says no because his horse spooks at the sight of water.

Aoyama has one of those Spanish gated horses. I think they're called Pacifinos? His is palomino.

Toga has a delicate little mare named Rose who can and will bite your fingers off. She loves Toga tho.

The phrase "He talks to him like the horse murdered his mother" is so funny I love that visual. Just gently brushing him, speaking to him in the softest voice, "You little piece of shit. Youre the worst creature on this fucking planet". The horse is named something like Super Sonic Exploding Fighter Jet

Uraraka's is so cute! I can just imagine her letting little kids who come to watch her competitions feed and pet him

Maybe Tsu's horse would be a Camargue? Theyre a little smaller, which would probably work better for her, but theyre naturally from more marshy areas and have wide hooves for traversing softer ground

A Paso Fino would definitely fit Aoyama! I think theyd prefer doing showmanship events as opposed to races/jumping/etc since its more about presentation and the horse's appearance

And of course Toga's horse has to be just as much of a menace as she is! Not only would she bite off your fingers, she would kick you too

[kedsandtubesocks]

WE'RE STARTING SPOOKY SEASON EARLIER IM SOOOOOO EXCITED OMG

okay okay i wanna hear your opinion on pedro boys and what monsters they would be !!!!

LETS START SPOOKY SUMMER OFF RIGHT AND IM SO GLAD ITS WITH YOU BB thank you for sending this amazing ask in 🥺🎃 ✨

Okay…this is something I know we’ve talked about many times in our deep discussions but now that I think about the other boys I’m like “…oh shit” so here we GO LOL

Javi P: a type of were-creature, I love the idea of Javi having the ties to a Texas and Latino based monster and as someone who’s great tia swore she saw the chupacabra and then knowing there’s a monster/beast I’ve heard legend about living in the hill country, theres something familiar and close knit tradition about were-creatures based in local and cultural urban legends that fits Javi’s vibes about being so connected to his home

Pero T: yes he is a peak werewolf but I will say this until I write the fic but he is a lake monster, creature from the black lagoon style, he lurks likes his isolation and is aware to his surroundings. He would do perfect as a lake monster simply surviving as a grumpy hiding monster under the waves

Marcus Pike: DRAGON!!! Grand beautiful majestic creatures that hoard precious things? Marcus is all about the arts and seeing the beauty in everything, those vibes just make me think of him as this beautiful grand dragon that hoards art until he finds you his most precious treasure

Dave York: something demonic, he always reminds me of the Lucifer figure - this perfect soldier who followed orders until he questioned his existence and is now disillusioned and corrupt living on his own terms now

Frankie: my sweet werewolf boy, loyal big and forever protective and will bare his fangs whenever he feels threatens and has a bit of a temper, also can you imagine how COZY HE WOULD BE??

Din: ghost, he’s a ghost that’s simply living in this strange beskar armor but his spirit is so strong and righteous that it stays alive and haunts his armor. But he is tender and speaks with the softest whispers in the wind, like a echo you wonder if you even heard in the first place

Joel: a ghost like Din but a much scarier version, like a spirit of vengeance that is violent and fierce, powerful in its rage but a known protector that watches over anyone who walks home alone at night, he sits in the trees with eyes that are so dark they blend with the night

Jack: Vampire, suave a bit extravagant and luxurious and I only am doing this cause I want him to make all the stupid vampire puns and even has fake vampire plastic teeth he playfully uses from time to time, also can you imagine him slick gelled hair back super classic Dracula style?? 😮‍💨

Dieter: shapeshifter, he’s a man of many faces and many roles that you wonder if he even knows what his true self looks like anymore, goes into how he’s an actor and I think there’s so many layers to dieter that he keeps up to make sure no one truly knows him

Ezra: eldritch space creature, has many eyes speaks in many voices that seem out of this realm but he is kind and moves very gently. He is wise beyond his years and is interested in all things human, but like any eldritch creature it can be tricky and turn on a whim when need be

Javi G: Mothman!! Super sweet and chattery and is kind of an odd ball but simply wants to be left alone in the woods but remains curious about the world around him, holds a certain charm to him but is still a dangerous creature underneath it all

Wow I ramble away with these I’m SORRY

[liminal-zone]

lead the world into my light 

fic link: Conviction

fandom: Willow (2022) | ship: Graydon/Elora, Graydon/The Wyrm

rated: M | tagged: dark, id fic

summary: “I possessed you once,” the wyrm with her face says. “Let me possess you again.”

The misadventures of a strange enchanted boy and an eternal hungry wyrm, and the empress they both covet.

Written as a Yuletide 2023 treat for Desdemon

Excerpt:

It’s a terrible battlefield, heat radiating from every direction and smoke filling his nose and mouth and lungs. Horrors beyond imagining fill his vision.

Save one – there is a horror worse still.

The figure of Elora Danan is standing before him, having made her cursed proposal. Her pale hand reaches for him, her mouth in a pert pout. She’s so beautiful, so alluring, so hungry for him. Her clothes an oil slick and her hair flame.

“Take my hand.” Her voice is an angelic sound contrary to the havoc around him.

Graydon is no simpleton. He is a sorcerer in his own right. And he is a man besotted. He knows this is a ruse. He knows this isn’t her, the Last Blood of Kymeria, the Daughter of the Sun and Moon, Semprum Sorceress and High Priestess, her Royal Highness the Sacred Princess Elora Danan. She who will be Empress of the Nine Realms. The woman of many dreams, of very specific nightmares.

He sees through it, sees the great maw of desire and greed. A primal force dressed up like a lamb, begging for its throat to be cut. This ancient creature would eat the world in one bite if it could and still ache for more.

But he also sees her face, her eyes, her chin, her neck. When she takes in a deep breath, the oh so visible curves of her move and he longs to trace each one with his fingers. In chaos, in hell, she’s focused on him, she wants him. She has made herself perfectly clear.

In that moment, he sees there is a choice. And there is certainty in what would happen should he refuse.

His soul is already damned. His hand meets hers in a firm grip.

*

She fucks him at once; there’s no preamble or words spoken or scenery shift. Just her lithe facsimile of a woman’s body getting into position over him and maneuvering his dick inside her. He’s hard, of course, no issue in impaling her on the battlefield. She’s so soft, so very soft, and warm and wet and willing for him. There’s the softest little moan she makes when he’s balls deep, and then she claims him on the ash and the blood and the dirt. Unfamiliar slattern behavior and delicious in the taboo.

He plays the part convincingly and does not flinch as her eyes turn black.

*

“You’re not her,” he says.

“Everything that is Elora Danan is me. You’ll learn,” the wyrm says, her long fingers deep inside him, coaxing out his pleasure again.

[plotweaver]

Rewatching the S1 scene of Jonathan staying the night in Nancy’s room after pulling her from the Upside Down and imagining a near-identical scene for Eddie and Chrissy.

Eddie snaps her out of Vecna’s trance and she immediately collapses into his arms. They’re both shaken up and just stay there for a minute, several minutes, silent except for their harsh breathing, clinging to each other, tears streaming down Chrissy’s face.

Trembling, Eddie disentangles himself just enough to hold Chrissy at a forearm’s length, needing to see her face as he asks if she’s okay. She nods weakly, and they both know that she doesn’t mean it in the sense that everything is okay or that she’s not scared out of her mind, she means that she’s okay enough for him to guide her to the couch, never breaking contact for fear of her being taken again.

She explains in a quiet, broken voice what she’s been seeing. She doesn’t go into detail, and he doesn’t ask. It’s not the time for unpacking the trauma. Just the scent of hopelessness, the creature’s face, the bone-deep knowledge that whatever it is wants to break her.

Eddie believes everything. How could he not? She was fucking levitating. The lights flickered in time with her eyes.

“I don’t want to be alone,” she says. Eddie nods.

He finds the softest blanket he owns and spreads it across his bed. She crawls on top of it and sits, curled up, making herself as small as possible, never taking her eyes off Eddie, like the second she does she’ll be back in Vecna’s hell.

He stands in the doorway, unsure of where to place himself. He could get a chair from the main room, but he doesn’t want to leave her for a second. He could sit at the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. He’s just made his mind up to sit on the floor when she raises her eyebrows, almost bashfully, and nods to the empty space on the bed.

Yeah. Yeah, okay. He climbs onto the bed, no room for space between them, and they tentatively lean back, laying down at the same time. Eyes never moving from each other.

Now his heart is beating for all kinds of reasons. The image of Chrissy, helpless, floating in the air, about to break. The tears drying on her cheeks. Scared for her. But also scared of her. Because she’s so, so close to him now. Her breath tickles his face. And she’s looking at him like he’s a lifeline.

“It won’t take you again,” he says.

“You don’t know that,” she says.

So he holds her gaze, lets it be a lifeline, while they lay there awkwardly, perfectly, waiting for morning to come.

[neverchecking]

(Forward real quick into Chain era Hyrule)

Sage keeps calling Sweetpea 'Fugus' because he's like a 'goddess damn mushroom that wont die'. Sweetpea is all "That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me! I love you too!"

(And to be perfectly honest, the whole Sage is approachable thing is kinda his own fault since Sweetpea loves kids and they sometimes get Sage and Sweetpea confused and Sage just goes with it. Cause ya know, they're kids. Aaliyah is giving him so much shit and Tia's just happy he's talking to someone.)

Sweetpea is the only version of that Link that isn't attracted to Aaliyah and the Triplets are like "You have terrible taste." (Instead he has a thing going on with Sidon and Yona. Sage doesn't want to know the details and if Sweetpea keeps telling him said details, Tia is about to be down a family member. Sweetpea realises his other counterparts don't have the same tastes as him and promptly chooses Chaos :D )

He thinks the way Wild and Cal are immediately gone on Aaliyah is hysterical but also is like lowkey running an intervention that's 68% effective so they don't have two dead bodies on their hands.

Of course when he spots a chain member flirting with his princess, Sweetpea is like "The Fuck you are :)" and is setting the Wolves on them while he distracts Tia.

(I feel like one of the older Chain is the way to go. Either Warriors, Twilight or First if we include him. Cause the idea of one of them being harassed by the Menaces all while Tia is mostly oblivious is funny. He can hold his own but he might need back up. Thank gods Wild is helping, even if its for his own benefit.)

Sage calling Sweetpea Fungus (I assume that's what you meant?) and Sweetpea just being like '<3 I knew you'd soften eventually brother!' and Sage is setting him on fire is so funny to me like-

Sweetpea is the brother that's all 'Friends! Love! Flowers!' and Sage is the one that barks.

(Okay, but like Sage is good with kids. He just doesn't have the patience for the adults that come with them. They all love the twins but the adults are like..."are you sure?' It's both heartwarming and the funniest thing ever. Bc on one hand, this man has literally slaughtered monster camps single-handedly. On another, he lets the village children braid his hair, flowers and all.)

(Sweetpea is counting down the days until he can call himself an uncle, man. Whether it's Tia finally finding someone or Aaliyah deciding its time to settle down. Bc he is going for the title of best uncle ever. It will be his.)

Sweetpea is the only one seeing Aaliyah for who she really is lmao. The triplets calling his taste terrible is actually so hilarious. Like they're just drooling over her while she chops logs and Sweetpea is gagging in the corner. He's seen her eat dirt before. He knows what she's like. ALSO Sweetpea being an oversharer when it comes to Sidon and Yona is so funny. Sage has no patience for it, but he's secretly the softest brother to sweetpea, so he 'listens'. But if he has to hear one more bit about Zora anatomy he's blowing up the place.

Sweetpea is the most annoying big brother when it comes to Aaliyah. Those two are throwing down every chance they get.

He's running distractions and lowkey foiling all of Sage's murders attempts. Wild and Cal owe him such a big thank you. And they don't even know it.

Imagine him spotting it and he just nudges the two feral beasts like 'Hey, someone is hitting on big sister-' and watches as they go absolute feral beast. like just D:< biting and tackling.

(Okay hear me out. All of them. So now it's three on three. Wars vs. Sweetpea, knight v knight. Twilight vs. Sage. Successor V Predecessor. First vs Aaliyah. The most composed knight in the timeline yet v an undead feral creature who was never meant to play a big of a part as she does who now has this super powerful rock on her side. Sweetpea may just look past Wild's obvious attempt on getting close to his SIL for the extra help.)

[running-with-kn1ves]

hi you might know me as the anon who used to pop in and out on occasion to gush about how much she loved Edira. I’m sending this in much too late considering that Halloween is in two days, but it JUST occurred to me: if Edira was something inhuman, some kind of monster lady, what would be the right fit for her? I feel like she’d be great as a vampire, because vampires in a corporate setting are a really underrated concept, but she would also be amazing as a scary, greedy dragon. then keeping the reader for herself would just be adding the reader to her hoard, making them one of her treasures and prized possessions…

Ooh I hadn't thought about this!! You picked the perfect time, I'm in such a wahmen mood right now.

I totally agree with you-- I think shed be a very good vampire-- high cheek bones, blood red lips, long claw-like nails... she'd love feeding off her darling, using them as a midnight snack and watching the blood stain their neck; it covers them so beautifully. Instead of just hickeys, now they'll have to hide large bite marks and the cuts on their lips from her fangs.

I think vampire edira would be a tad more violent when jealous/possessive, being more prone to marking her darling to the point where its unhidable, forgetting that they can only lose so much blood at once, that they don't have the same speed of which she does.

But dragon edira-- hohoho! If she was one of the deadly sins shed easily represent either greed or wrath. I think being a dragon would fit her perfectly: Keeping her sweet little darling In her hoard, dressing them up in fine fabrics and jewels that were thought to only be owned by the gods. She'd love having them rendered useless on a pile of the softest blankets and pillows imaginable, watching how they sparkle from the gold decorating their neck and ankles, silver chains tying them to her cave. Shed set anyone who came near her darling on fire, her anger unimaginable when it came to someone trying to steal her belongings. raking her long claws on her darlings thighs shed force them to lean against her, letting her nip at their neck and take long licks to savor their dazzling skin.

But let me raise you this: siren Edira. An evil, enchanting woman with piercing eyes and teeth strong enough to tear flesh. Her voice is undeniably alluring, able to trap her sweet darling without fuss. They put up a fight when they can, trying to squirm out of her slippery touch. But all she has to do is push them underwater for a bit too long, or fill their ears with her sweet song and they become like putty. She revels in their obedience, showing them off to any creature that witnesses and wrapping her tail on top of them. She loves marking them up and down, her teeth etched into their skin as they writhe under her. Watching that blissful look on their face as her singing numbs their pain, their mouth opening as she cuts her clan's symbol onto their tongue.

She even tries to decide whether or not she should deafen her darling just so they won't hear another's song again. She's a force to be reckoned with, and won't hesitate to bury things under the sea if they try to harm her darling.

[bridgertonbabe]

I was have a stalk through all your drabbles and they’re all great thank you but I have such a soft spot for the Irwin Bridgertons. You mentioned that Benophie love elephants and they were a part of their love story: so I would like to propose the idea of the elephants with 1) pregnant Sophie and 2) Benophie babies. I can’t stop imagining gentle giants elephants being the absolute softest with pregnant Sophie and also the babies. It would be like those stories of pets knowing their owners are pregnant before they do and children sleeping with pets. Imagine. Im soft as hell right now.

Aw I have a particular soft spot for the Irwins AU too. It's my most wholesome (and least angsty lmao) AU and it's so fun to imagine the Bridgertons Irwin-ified with heaps of enthusiasm for animals, wildlife and life itself. And as for Benophie and their beloved elephants;

So obviously all of the elephants at Aubrey Hall Zoo have an affinity for Benedict and consider him as one of the herd after many years of knowing him and when Sophie comes along she is expecting the elephants to take years to grow accustomed and comfortable with her - but almost immediately the herd accept her. Perhaps it's the way in which Benedict always has an arm around her or her hand in his when he brings her along to the enclosure or the kisses he steals from her when none of the other humans are around but the elephants quickly ascertain that Sophie is Benedict's mate and that she is to be trusted. When Benedict drops his arm away from Sophie to fetch some food for the creatures, Sophie gasps in surprise when right away Benedict's arm is replaced by a trunk gently resting around her waist. "Aw, look at that!" Benedict enthused when he caught sight of the elephant affectionately interacting with his girlfriend. "Vincent's keeping you warm for me!" he teased. It's not long after that Sophie sees after the elephants without Benedict's assistance and as soon as she steps foot into the enclosure there's always an elephant who trails after her like a puppy as she goes about her chores. Then when Sophie is pregnant for the first time she accidentally drops the bucket of food she was carrying for the herd. Before she can pick it back up, one of the elephant's trunks beats her to it and the show of thoughtfulness from such an intelligent creature makes a very hormonal Sophie burst into tears. In seconds she is being patted on the head and caressed by a trunk, which only makes her cry harder at just how comforting the elephants are being. Then much to her amazement the elephant trunk moves to Sophie's stomach and ever so gently strokes her, as if knowing intuitively that Sophie is with child and that is why she's so emotional.

When Charlie first arrives naturally Benedict has Sophie sit with their newborn son for Henry to do a portrait and when he's finished the elephant gives Sophie an affectionate stroke on the back before he gives Benedict a congratulatory slap on the back. Of course all of the Benophie babies are recognised and accepted by the herd as one of their own and the elephants are always so gentle around them. When Alex was helping his mum out in the enclosure one day, the toddler tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground only for one of the elephants to pluck him up with their trunk to bring him back to his feet. One day William decided to do a cannonball into the watering hole, much to Benedict's chagrin as he bellowed for his son to get out. William scrambled his way out of the water but was struggling to clamber up the muddy bank until one of the elephant's helped him by nudging him up with their trunk until he reached the top (William then refused to leave until he had been squirted with water by one of the elephants, and at this point the herd was more than used to Benedict and Sophie's most troublesome calf and so they obliged him, with William ending up soaked but in fits of giggles as his father picked him up and carried him away to clean him up). And little Violet loved to help her parents feed the herd, always giggling with glee and cheering whenever they accepted a banana bunch she offered out to them. So enthusiastic was Violet as she ran back and forth to feed the herd that quite often her zookeeper hat would fall off in all her haste, but it was always popped back on by the doting creatures.

[cinnonym]

The first time Lena sleeps with Supergirl, it is by accident. 

Or, well, not fully, of course. As the laws of consensual sex dictate, both of them are completely and enthusiastically aware of what is happening at all times: from the moment Supergirl’s boots touch down on the balcony of Lena’s penthouse, via the dutiful exchange of “are you okay”s and “just my quarterly assassination attempt”s, up to the exact second when Supergirl leans in and Lena decides to fuck it, it’s not like things will ever work out with Kara anyway.

So, yes, in a way, the whole thing is unequivocally intentional and really, by definition, not an accident at all.

It is also breathtakingly good. Not that Lena hasn’t always guessed that Supergirl would be spectacular in bed. Between her toned body and gentle disposition - not to mention a hero complex that practically spells out service top - she’s probably every lesbian’s wet dream. Lena, much as it upsets her to be so goddamn predictable, is not exempt from the group. Nor are her expectations disappointed. Leave it to Supergirl to one-up the eloquent fantasies that a Luthor brain can come up with over the course of five months of maddening sexual tension between her gay as fuck self and the flying piece of pure muscle that is National City’s resident superhero. 

So, the sex is great. And deliberate. And, scientifically speaking, pretty close to perfect, judged by the high values in both quantity and quality of climaxes. Objectively the best sex Lena’s had in a long time, possibly ever. Except for one small but unshakeable fact.

Supergirl is not Kara.

It is stupid to get hung up on sentiments like that, Lena is well aware. After all, what is sex but an indulgence of the body, purely physical and thus untainted by emotional entanglements? In other words, what does it matter that Lena is helplessly in love with her best friend, when a creature as glorious as Supergirl is willing to give Lena the time of the day? 

The answer, unfortunately, is that it matters a hell of a lot. 

Because even with three strong fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of her, a fourth pressing insistently on her clit, Lena - Lord help her - cannot help but think of Kara. Sweet, good-natured, innocent Kara. Kara of the softest smiles and lingering hugs. Kara, who would probably get the shock of her life if she knew what her Kryptonian pal is capable of doing with that supernatural tongue of hers. 

Kara, who Lena should absolutely not be imagining in Supergirl’s place when she comes hard, a strangled cry escaping her as she shudders through her release. 

It is only when her head hits the pillow, that she realises her error. And it's only when Supergirl's face emerges from where it has been buried between Lena’s breasts, lips pulled into a grin that resembles Kara's just enough to make Lena twitch with want, that Lena understands just how many lines she has crossed with one single, earth-shattering orgasm.

Oh, she is so fucked.

Still, it takes Lena another two and a half climaxes to push Supergirl away. For one, she's not quite ready to leave the hero's dexterous fingers behind just yet. And then there is the small hope that maybe, just maybe, if she focuses hard enough on Supergirl fucking her into oblivion, Kara's image will just vanish, papered over by glorious curls and smug smirks. 

Well, that plan backfires so completely it sets a record.

It turns out that Supergirl - as soon as you pay attention to it, which Lena now inadvertently does - bears a resemblance to Kara that borders on the uncanny. Of course there have always been certain similarities: it's hard not to notice Kara's broad shoulders, for example, hidden by an everlasting array of button-ups as they may be. But muscles and grins are one thing. A whole array of shared habits and quirks are quite another. There is the way Supergirl licks her lips, for instance, with a relish that is reminiscent of Kara after a lunch at Noonan’s. Or the way Supergirl ducks her head as a flick of her fingers make Lena release a moan that would be redacted on national television. Or the way she unironically says “golly” when Lena pulls her close and tells her in no uncertain terms just what she wants Supergirl to do to her. 

It’s a million little things, accumulating and conglomerating into an illusion that is too powerful to withstand, even for a Luthor’s iron focus. Supergirl sighs and sounds like Kara mourning the last potsticker that she just swallowed. Supergirl furrows her brow in determination and looks like Kara when she demands that Lena “be honest, does the article make sense like this?” Supergirl throws her hair back and smells like Kara, a hint of coconut conditioner under the brazen scent of night air and freedom, and Lena -

Lena gives up. Two and a half climaxes after the disaster orgasm that started it all, she pushes Supergirl’s hands away mid-build up, ignoring the throbbing ache between her legs, ignoring, too, how Supergirl’s expression shifts from eager to confused to worried in the matter of split seconds. 

“Stop,” she brings out, the words barely audible through her panting, if it weren’t for super hearing. “I can’t - can’t do this - stop.”

Supergirl snatches her hands away immediately. The loss of touch is devastating, not that Lena would ever admit it.

“Shh, yes, I’ve stopped, it’s alright.” Even Supergirl’s voice is beginning to sound like Kara’s, soft and oh so concerned about Lena’s well-being. “I am so sorry, I don’t know…” She breaks off, her eyes searching Lena’s face. She looks nervous, almost frantic now. “Are you okay? Rao, did I hurt you?”

Rao. At least one word Lena’s sure never to hear from Kara. 

She hurries to shake her head, looking anywhere but at the woman hovering - literally hovering, no part of their bodies touching anymore - above her. “No no, it’s all good, I’m just…” She forces a smile, still not meeting Supergirl’s eyes. “I’m just an idiot. I forgot I have a conference early tomorrow morning and… I should probably get some sleep.”

“Oh.” Supergirl sounds equal parts relieved and taken aback. “Uh. Right. Sleep sounds good, I guess.” She chuckles awkwardly. “I always underestimate how many hours humans need.”

Lena releases a laugh that sounds fake even to her own ears. “Lowly creatures that we are.” 

“That’s not what I - “

“I know. It was a - a joke.”

“Ah.”

Pained smiles on both their faces now, this is easily the most uncomfortable Lena has felt all evening. It’s like her lie thickens the air between them, making it hard to breathe and harder to think. Supergirl’s eyes flicker to the clock once, before - clearly calling Lena’s bluff at not even eleven thirty - she pointedly reaches a hand up to her ear. 

“Well, it sounds like there is an emergency at, uh, 21st Street, so I better go. Let you get your… sleep.”

Lena forces another half-hearted grin. “Wouldn’t want to risk human lives over a hookup.”

Supergirl honest to god chokes at that, a faint blush rising in her cheeks. It makes her look so much like Kara that Lena has to avert her eyes. 

“Right, uh. See you soon?” Despite everything, Supergirl still manages to sound hopeful, as if the evening wasn’t a total disaster. Then again, maybe for her it wasn’t.

“Sure,” Lena replies anyway, figuring that one lie more doesn’t really make a difference now. “Good luck with your emergency.”

“And to you with your conference. Good night.”

“Good night, Supergirl.” And goodbye. It’s not like Lena can ever allow herself to repeat the events of the night, deeply satisfied as they may have left her body. Damn Lena’s lovesick heart and her overly present morals that forbid her to just keep fucking Supergirl either way.

Alas, it cannot be helped. Lovesick she is, and morals she has, and so when Supergirl lingers for a second longer, eyes dropping unmistakably to Lena’s lips, Lena pretends she doesn’t see it. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she waves Supergirl goodbye without looking at her, waiting for the hero to whisk away through the open balcony door. 

It’s only when the gust of Supergirl’s departure has died down that Lena allows herself to cry.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.