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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months

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The horror and the wild [!emperor!Konig x fem!Reader] ch.5

You had a nice, simple life. Serve the princess, obey the princess, protect the princess with your life. You never thought that this nice, simple life would bring you to be kidnapped by the infamous Northern Emperor. Konig never thought that kidnapping a wife would be much easier than courting one.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5l you're here! AO3

Word count: 3188 Tags/Warnings: Medieval fantasy/Alternative European history AU, Age gap, Enemies(one-sided)to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Forced marriage, Size difference(Konig is absolutely huge), Somewhat one-sided slow burn, Yandere Konig

Warnings for this chapter: Predator/Prey kink, mild choking

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her. Little princess is dumb and naive and oh, so deliciously weak, it makes Konig sick just how much he adores her pouty face, her aggressive expressions, and that squeak in her voice every time he does something to embarrass her – which he does, a lot, in fact. Quite aware of how his war dog lingo would affect an innocent young lady like his precious dearest darling illustrious wife, he uses it to hi advantage – when you have your lady cornered, heavy panting and cumming from your tongue and your fingers in her tight royal cunt, she wouldn’t be able to open her mouth for something meaningless, right? Thou shall not think as thou would be a sin against god.

Emperor is a sinner, but he still believes that you shall always follow the religious instructions – as if not ever trying to oppose him and speak like you have the right to think in his presence. Perhaps, his devotion to making you weak and pliable in his arms is what led to this situation.

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her, so little princess runs.

You might brag about your best education and most elegant courses for women you attended in the palace – but he knows just how empty your adorable little head is, because you had no idea how much the thrill of the hunt turns him on.

You’re nowhere to be found, escaped through the window of the room you were stationed in – it was his mistake, assigning you a place from which you could jump so easily. Next time, he will cuff you to his bedpost, like a loyal palace dog lying on his legs. Next time, he will make sure to love you so eagerly that your legs won’t work for at least a few days.

He doesn’t even need his hunting dogs to catch you. Horangi offers his help, Tiger so eager to come out and play with a little princess, perhaps maul her a bit, showing the royal cunt what she deserves for disrespecting her emperor and his subjects – but oh no, this won’t do. König needs to discipline you himself, track your scent like the hound he is, and get you back to your wedding bed with your body in his teeth.

Woe on you, dumb little princess, as your emperor considers escape attempts the richest form of courting.

Following you through the forest near the castle, your footsteps are clear in the mud and dirt – a piece of your dress serves as a grinding light. Your scent, delicious sweetness, and fresh flower oils maid had infused you with made it laughably easier to find you. He can almost see the glimpses of your body running through the woods – god, he knew that he wanted you and was right about taking you away.

How can he resist a wedding gift from his bride who wants to play tag? He follows you like a madman, a dog, he sees through trees, trying to see where you could run. The deep golden brown of your dress almost made you look like a forest spirit standing in the depths of the woods – if it weren’t for König’s trained eye, he would rather mistake you for a tree. Or a particularly precious deer.

He licks his lips, a wolf approaching the bunny he was hunting for so long – you run away, still try to. These dumb skirts aren’t made for running away from your fiancee in a forest – you can barely walk in those, poor thing. You take a step back, panicking, squawking from fear, as he approaches you as slowly as possible.

Perhaps, if he gives you one more chance to run, it would make the chase even more precious.

He is used to hunting with his royal hounds, with a group of his closest friends by his side – war hawks helping hunt for prey, the animal snifters making the whole process laughably easy. He doesn’t have anyone for the company now.

Only you, him, and wilderness – and his adoring love for everything you do.

— Stop resisting, little princess.

You whimper, but your little annoyed expression makes him only harder. Hell, how he adores your frown, how much he wants to kiss your face right now – god knows he is holding himself back these days. Little princess doesn’t deserve to get her innocence taken on her back, legs open on the dirt of the royal forest – but sometimes you act like a good lashing, and some passionate mating is the only thing that would keep you in line.

He yells in your direction, hoping that even that dumb head of yours has some sense in it – the chase is fun, and he would continue it more until you’re completely unraveled under him, exhausted and defeated – but, oh, your silly desire to be free has led you to the edge of the lake. Dancing on the shaky, soft sands and warm mud of the pond, your clothes leave you with very small chances of getting out of here in one piece.

He doesn’t want to be the bringer of doom, but just one sleep, a nervous movement that you can’t control – and the little princess of his dreams will come flying in the dark waters. Even if your royal majesty knows how to swim, the heavy fabrics of your garments would be declared as your executioners.

You look so fragile like this – your skirt is lifted, showing your pretty ankles, as you’re trying to jump from stone to stone, as far away from him as possible. You’re scared, only reminding him more of the bunnies he used to hunt as a kid – and he is almost offended that you’d prefer that risk of drowning over getting in the hands of your husband again, but alas, princesses are usually not the smartest creatures on the planet.

— I’d rather die, Your Majesty.

You bite your lips and look at him, so stubborn and cute – the feelings in him rise, your arrogant expression making the thrill of the hint ever sweeter. God, he cannot control himself around you like this – you should stop trying to make yourself sweeter for him, he already wants to keep you chained in his bed and never let you go.

You’re so…

Ach.

His path of thought is stopped by the splash of water.

Dumb thing, you really decided to make the most of your words – like a cornered animal, you jumped in the lake, getting to the bottom almost immediately. Your dress is heavy and expensive, all the weight of the fabrics pinning you down in elaborate execution. Your emperor stands on the small beach, looking at the water circles going from where you fell…and then he jumps straight after you.

The last thing you remembered before the world went dark was the scream of a man who, for the first time in his life, had experienced genuine fear.

*** You wake up warm – and naked.

No wet clothes, no heavy dress lingering on your skin like a soft coffin.

You’re as naked as the day you were born, shivering despite the warmness of the room and the crackling of fire somewhere near you. You remember this room – a royal bedroom, quickly made as your quarters when you moved to this god-forsaken castle. Empire has some horribly extensive architecture, and this room, big, stony, and expelled of any decor, has only made you feel regret ever waking up.

You wished to wake up in the cold embrace of your Princess – but you open your eyes and see this room over and over again. Why couldn’t death come sooner?

— It was incredibly stupid even for you, little princess.

König sits on the edge of the bed. A future husband shouldn’t sit like this, resembling a servant who is scared for the health of his misstress. His eyes are filled with cold fury and other emotions that you can’t quite grasp – you don’t want to look at his face too much as even the mere glimpse is making you uncomfortable. God knows you are not in the mood for trying to talk to your captor.

God knows he doesn’t care about your wishes.

— If you can only provide me freedom in case of my death…

— You will not be free after your death.

You sigh, shocked – your brain isn’t nearly ready for this information when you just almost died. You shift in your bed, trying to pretend that you accidentally fell asleep – but the emperor pushes his hand on your cheek, warm fingers lingering on the cold skin. You sigh quietly, sealing his warmth.

You fight the desire to nuzzle in his palm like an obedient little pet.

— It’s not for you to decide, Your Majesty. I should be allowed to die on my own accord.

— I'm entitled to your life, my bride. Don’t make me remind you of this, ja?

— I would rather…

— I can deliver death to you, little one. In a verdammt heartbeat.

His hand goes from a warm presence on your cheek to an angry squeeze of your neck – you cough when he continues to shut your breath, fluttering of your neck in his grasp only makes your defeat even sweeter. König has you right where he wants it – under him, holding firmly in his grasp like some exotic bird he picked up from his travels.

Lack of air makes you dizzy – as ironic as it sounds, you feel airheaded, hands clinging to his massive palm in a poor attempt to make him let you go. You whimper, you cry, you feel death all too soon – you want to die, of course, maybe, willingly meeting in hell with the royalty you had sworn to serve, but you don’t want to be killed. Tears run down your cheeks when you finally see the other side of him – out of control, angry, worse even than the conqueror you saw when you first met.

You feel replaceable and small – he squeezes your throat like you aren’t his bride like you don’t mean anything to him, and, yes, it makes you feel hurt. Vulnerable as ever, your manicured nails have zero power over him – he only laughs at your helpless expression. For a second, it makes you think this is it – the last thing you would ever see is the cold anger in the eyes of your emperor.

When your vision finally got blurry enough so you could not see anything anymore, König softly lowered his face closer to you, lifting the bottom part of his weird, strange hood. Smothering you with his lips, delivering the air you were craving for – if only to make himself feel even more in control. You’re lightheaded and a bit dumb, still, your mind is too delirious to actually understand anything that is happening around you.

His lips are warm and dry, you steal air from his lungs with each second – you feel the energy feeling you up again, eyes are finally set enough to see at least some part of his face. Chiseled chin, covered in scars, tanned skin – you’re surprised that he is not as pale as you thought he must be, with his love for the masks.

His veins are dark and rotten – you don’t understand how he can survive with his blood looking like this, but the dark tendrils of his body almost make him more of a curiosity than an actual human being. It’s only his lips that are still holding you in realms of the living. You don’t want to think of the implications and gossip you heard from some servants that were allowed to go out – allowed to witness the growth of the empire that was soon to eat you all.

König finally lets go of your mouth when you start falling asleep again. You don’t allow him to simply cover his lips with his hood again though – your hands are heading to lend on his neck, fingers tracing the outlines of his veins.

A medical curiosity, this emperor – you squeeze the rot of his neck, and he moans like you just did something that he liked too much.

It’s only fitting that he has the body of a monster – for all he is done, you wouldn't be surprised if his head actually resembles the one of an octopus from silly books you were reading or a mess of dark tendrils, wiggling and swarming. Your delirious, oxygen-deprived mind still wants to touch him more, to satisfy your curiosity in all the more fitting ways. Maybe take your research a bit further down to see if he truly is a man down there.

But oh well, you saw his body before – although you never as much as paid attention to that detail. Did he change in a few days that passed? Does his veins start to spew out darkness because he is…

He crushed your hand in his, almost making you feel a crack in your dainty lady fingers. God forbid you feel like your hands are being torn apart.

— Never try to defy me like this again.

He spews the words with anger than would be fitting for the enemy – and he is, for you, but you were sure that he didn’t consider you one of them. The contrast with his soft actions earlier, you can feel tears collecting in your eyes as he slowly lets go of your hand.

Not knowing what to do, you roll to the side, burning desire to never see his face – or lack thereof – ever again. Like an angry cat that doesn’t know how to stop biting, you feel like you’re going to cry again and again.

You whimper, trying to escape the haunting gaze of his eyes – and his face softens, if only for a bit. He presses his hand against your damp forehead, checking the temperature. You don’t want to forgive him just yet – for anything at this matter, but he is soft at this moment, and somehow, it is almost enough. Somehow, you almost feel like you can breathe again.

— I was so scared, little princess. I don’t like being scared.

You laugh dryly, your face is still deep in the pillow. You are trying to ignore the beast, but the beast decided that you’re his best option for a nice free snack. Beast decided to take off some of his clothes – you don’t see it, but you hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and you don’t want to even think how much it cost.

You try to cover your naked body with the silk sheets of your bed, but soft fabric only entices your desires in a way that can only be called sinful. You remember the sensation of his tongue between your legs, your desire to simply run out of your skin because of how good it felt – each stroke made you strive further and further away from your duties. Like a good little maid you are, a perfect lady in waiting, waiting for her demise, you have to ignore all the mortal pleasures.

If you want the royal family to truly forgive you in their graves, you would have to join them. Perhaps, you gave up on drowning too fast.

— It wasn’t my intention.

He shifts, the bed is too small for someone like him. You feel his legs, clothed, thank god, touching your naked thighs – and you immediately stir to the further side. You keep your arms and legs in check, getting into a small ball of limbs as you’re trying to comfort yourself without his touch. You don’t want to admit it, but König is warm, warmer than you thought he had the right to be, and you’re freezing. The phantom feeling of cold water on your skin is making you shiver.

— What were your intentions then?

If the emperor knows about manners and how a fiancee should behave around his bride that he didn’t even consummate the marriage, he is ignoring that knowledge. Large hands pinning you to his chest, warm and firm – to your utter dread, he took off the armor plates and even the simple shirt under it, making you helplessly squish your cheek against his muscles. He smells like a man, and you never knew you’d feel that smell in your life.

You don’t hate it.

— You killed by parents, Your Majesty.

He only laughs, his hand goes to stroke your back. This is a contrast with his coldness before – he is soft and warm with you, and you hate that you don’t hate it. Gigantic palm goes to settle between your shoulder blades and you simply sigh, trying to get used to his touches. You don’t want to, but a good servant should adapt to everything, so you do just that. Adapting, deforming, melding yourself in something you never knew you even could be.

Your head hurts, and you whimper when his gentle massage relaxes your sore muscles. You hate his gentleness, you hate his firmness.

You want him to let you go, but you don’t even know where you would go.

— Your parents, little princess? Really?

There is a vile mockery in his voice, and you immediately remember who this man is. Not some devoted lover and slightly obsessive romanticist – he is dangerous, horrible, he is the conqueror of your country. You may not have warm feelings about the royal family, but he doesn’t know this – his laugh and mockery of your “family” must be real. It has to be, or else you’re going to die after your deceiving has been opened.

He pushes you even closer to him, and you whimper like a dumb little dog without any means of stopping him from touching you. There is some freedom from being exposed like this, but you still don’t like it. Still feel like he is going to murder you, given the reason.

— If anything, my men did it. That dog you called a father did not deserve my sword.

Anger fills your whole body – not because you were particularly close with the king, but because König is parading his mockery of your supposed family. He hugs you with hands that are covered in blood, no matter if he is just the one to give orders.

You try to get out of his grasp, but apathy fills you. What’s the point if the royal family is dead? What’s the point if you aren’t even the real princess.

— You will not call my father…

He makes you shut your mouth when he kisses your head. Sweet and soft, you do not understand his intentions. If anything, it feels like yet another mockery.

— I will call him like I want, meine Liebe. And you will still be mine.

— I won’t just take it, Your Majesty.

He laughs again. You feel sick.

— With our wedding tomorrow, little flower, you will have to take it. Not the last thing you’ll take on that day, little princess.

You feel like you are going to be sick.

König kisses you again, forcing you to sleep in his hands.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #yandere cod #konig mw2 #reader insert

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sepublic · 11 months

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So a bit of spoilers for Dracula;

The parallelism of Dracula’s cast really has me imagining like... An AU, where these parallelisms are flipped! So we have Mina going on a dangerous visit to Lucy Westenra, a vampire noble living with her three suitors, also converted. Her fiancee Jonathan is elsewhere, oblivious as he hangs out with. With. His best friend Dracula. Dracula has three girls falling head over heels for him, and he has trouble deciding which one to marry! Of the two girls not chosen, one is a doctor, and one of her patients is an old man named Van Helsing, constantly rambling about corn or something... She eventually calls in her mentor Renfield for help when Dracula is in poor health!

Not only can Lucy and Mina’s arc at the beginning hearken back to the Vampire classic of Carmilla, which predated the novel Dracula, but such an AU is also an interesting creative exercise when it comes to Dracula’s gal pals, whom we know basically nothing about as individuals. So they’re blank slates that one could project onto and fill out as they please, especially with the context of the roles they’re playing in this AU and how they fit into them.

We might even be able to reverse the trope of the foreign invader that Dracula unfortunately does; Maybe Jonathan is off on a business trip and legitimately befriends the Count in Transylvania, meanwhile Mina reconnects with her old friend Lucy back home, completely unaware that Lucy has changed quite a bit in the years since they last met... It’s not a personality swap, just a role swap, so we can explore how Lucy’s background and personality translate into the predation of vampirism towards a childhood friend, how Mina handles this type of captive situation with someone she loves, etc. Different variations on this AU concept and how much is flipped around, and which parts, would also still be fun! So maybe Mina doesn’t know Lucy, while Jonathan is familiar with Dracula, and so forth.

#dracula #dracula daily #au #dracula spoilers #lucy westenra #mina murray

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majorasnightmare · 8 months

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Zora Cultural Differences

Yona canonically comes from a different domain than Hyrule's Zora's Domain but in true TotK-fashion does little to no elaboration on what her domain is like or her role or position within it, with us only learning that she's Sidon's childhood friend and his fiancee. With her character not existing at all whatsoever in BotW, having no mentions in memories, flashback scenes, dialogue, or diary entries, or even scenes where we get to see Sidon's childhood, that means nearly everything about her origins is left completely blank. And the one thing I hate more than a disrespected female character is a barely-written disrespected female character.

Consider this a sequel to my other zora post, link in reblog

Going under a readmore because i like the zora to be shamelessly weird

Yona's domain is further east in the Akkalan Sea, and takes about a week of travel time to get to Hyrule's Domain. Her ocean climate is tropical, and is reflected in the marine life the zora of that domain emulate and resemble

Yona and Muzu are both from the same domain, both being manta-emulating zora

When the great flood swept hyrule, most zora perished in the illusory waves. A small population survived with the help of Valoo on what would become Dragon's Roost Island, but an even smaller population managed to escape beyond the borders of the ocean. This population would slowly recover, and post Wind Waker began to thrive. This population of zora would begin to migrate outwards and diversify as they adapted to their new ecosystems, and some would eventually make their way back to Hyrule once the waters receded, establishing themselves as what would become Sidon's Domain.

The Zora are fairly consistently long lived, and new zora hatch from eggs laid in clutches. Your average individual zora will typically only have kids once or twice in their multi century lifetime

With these circumstances, you'd want to find some means of adaptation to help ensure the survival of the next generation, and each domain adapts to their ecosystems in their own unique ways

Yona's domain is built into and alongside a massive barrier reef, fed by the myriad currents flowing into their tropical ocean. Zora here tend to be brightly colored and varied in their marine animal appearances, with zora resembling nudibranches, mantas and other rays, and a plethora of fish types.

The Zora of Yona's domain have adapted to open ocean on all sides by having specially dedicated nurseries built into the coral, full of small nooks and crannies to help protect the zora eggs. They tend to be laid in small clutches of four to six, and baby zora will hide in the corals until their strong enough to swim away from danger.

Siblings will stick together as they grow, and will have food brought to them by their parents until they're capable of accompanying them. Afterwards, the siblings will school together with other clutches of siblings for safety and companionship, and will be supervised by two to three of the school's parents while the remaining family members take care of non child rearing tasks

Yona's domain, in continuing the ancient zora tradition of music (seen in the zora fingerlings (REAL TERM FOR FISH YOUNG BTW i just googled that) that resemble music notes and the tadtones in skyward sword) helps keep schools together via a distinctive series of whistled notes audible underwater

Sidon's Domain notably has a fairly large population of predator-emulating zora, Sidon himself resembling a shark. This is in part because Hyrule's rivers and lakes are home to particularly aggressive species of octoroks, who can squeeze their mollusk bodies into the small nooks and crannies zora usually use to keep predators away from their egg clutches. The Zora of Hyrule's Domain have adapted to these circumstances in a collection of ways other zora may find... off-putting.

Lacking the protective reef barriers of Yona's domain, and Hyrule's rivers being prone to flooding in times of crisis (alongside mudslides and other geography altering disasters that can strike at a moments notice), the zora of hyrule's domain have opted against hiding their young entirely

Early in the spring, the Zora celebrate the turning of the season, and the snowmelt it brings down the mountains, with a week long celebration. Emphasizing the chaotic nature of water, and the resurgence of new life, most years it is simply the domain's biggest festival. As the years pass, Zora couples interested in raising a family will inform the festival leaders of their intentions, and when a certain amount of interested families are gathered together, the zora come together to decide whether the coming year seems auspicious enough to bless with children. This is a decision that often takes weeks to months to arrive at a conclusion, taking into account both the state of the zora's population, the river and lake ecosystems and their health, and trends in fish population and other food sources

When all the conditions are right and everyone's in agreement, Zora's Domain closes off access to their waterways as best they can, and expecting couples return to the rivers that once raised them. The strategy Hyrule's Zora settled on is one common to sea life everywhere: sheer overwhelming numbers.

The Zora of Hyrule's domain have another advantage: they hatch bloodthirsty. In addition to losses from predation, newly hatched Hyrule Zora will often eat each other, similar to tiger sharks, to increase their odds of survival and having enough food. Unable to hide from octoroks (who try to prey on even adult zora), Hyrule's Zora rely on overwhelming the octorok population with potential food, ensuring that at least some of their young will survive, and that those young will be able to take care of themselves early on in life, able to hunt and feed themselves almost from birth.

For the duration of the festival's week long celebration, Hyrule's rivers are a horror show for those unacquainted with Zora ecology. Octoroks are tenacious nocturnal predators more than willing to squeeze through the metalwork of the elaborate zora architecture, and zora eggs suffer at high elevations and without flowing water, and attempts to raise zora eggs higher on mount ploymus have ended in tragedy for those reasons.

The Zora claim their children as soon as they can, which is usually around a few months after hatching when theyve grown past the fingerling stage and have defined limbs. Similar to the Blaschko Lines on humans, Zora have near invisible patternings on their scales that non zora simply don't have the eye structure to perceive, though underwater they may be faintly visible. Zora parents use these lines to identify their young, as they're incredibly distinctive. This trait is present in all Zora, though Hyrule's Domain has a stronger reliance on it

Of the multitude of eggs lain, on average one to three zora will survive to be claimed by their parents and raised in the domain proper. Most of the instinctive bloodlust has worked its way out of the younglings system by then, as they grow more curious and explorative as they age and develop, but it takes some time and careful parenting and socialization before the kids will be comfortable interacting with strangers

Notably this keen battle instinct can be honed as a Zora grows older, and the Zora of Hyrule's Domain balances their love and appreciation of art, decoration, writing, and engineering with a proud (and vicious) warrior culture (though some zora can never quite tap into the instincts of their youth again)

Having such a brutal early childhood has resulted in Hyrule's Domain having a strong appreciation for the arts of healing and medicine. To survive at all is blessing, to live is a gift, and should be nurtured whenever possible. Mipha is honored both for her skills as a warrior, and for her dedication as a healer, and many young zora, injured in the frenzy or otherwise disabled, thank her for the greater quality of life she helped to bring them. there is no wrong way to live, for to be alive at all is a joy

This cycle is seen as being spiritually emblematic of water's free flowing chaotic nature. Water brings both great life AND great death, and which one it chooses to bestow on you can be as random as luck. Subject to the full force of nature's brutal circle of life, Hyrule's Zora find spiritual meaning in their struggles and allow tragedy to enrich their joys. Mipha's death was such a cultural shock that it was enough to jar the Zora from this mindset, unable to find any comfort in her loss or any healing from the destruction the calamity inflicted upon the Domain and Hyrule at large.

Hyrule's Zora set their dead adrift on the river, as after a long life rich with experience, their body must now feed the waters that birthed them, and the guardian spirits that have protected them and aided their prosperity. In return for this feeding, the myriad spirits help guide the Zora to the horizon line where the ocean meets the sky, and cross over into the heavens where the light of Hylia can glint off their scales and provide light and guidance to their relatives down below

By contrast, Yona's Domain entrusts their dead to the wings of seagulls, who consume the body for energy and take the soul into the sky with them. They construct boats and rafts, and decorate them as befitting a proper celebration, before sending them on their way to contribute to the grand cycle of life that governs the ocean.

Mipha's manner of death was considered ESPECIALLY blasphemous, as she perished alone inside her divine beast, her body unable to be recovered, unable to be returned to the waters of her home, unable to be guided by the guardians of their people, unable to receive funeral rites from her family, trapped in a metal beast too far below to be reached by anyone

needless to say its all a bit of a culture shock to yona lmao

#loz totk #loz zora #totk headcanons #totk sidon #totk yona #loz headcanons

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metanarrates · 9 months

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see in my mind, the thing about Omegaverse is that it ALWAYS conflates gender with (hetero)sexuality. The genders Alpha and Omega exist for each other, and the appeal is in the fact that they're so cartoonishly different. Alpha is defined by need for Omegas; Omega is that which needs an Alpha. There's also this related idea, one that I'm trying very hard to pry out of myself: The idea that in every couple there's a Beauty and a Beast. Or, as my mom once said about cats: "If they're cute to us, we must be hideous to them." Romance is a pretty little thing being pursued by a predator until it submits to instinct and/or force. It's not universal, but I'd say that in a good chunk of Omegaverse fics, Omegas are terrified of Alphas and correctly so. It sickens me. Is this what it means to be attracted to women? That I've thrown my lot in with the Omega-hunters; except since I'm not a real Alpha either, there's no biological instinct that'll kick in and allow my prey to enjoy being ravaged? Like a damn wolf in sheep's clothing hiding my desire for other women in the flock they formed to protect themselves against that threat? I want to destroy and kill Omegaverse so so so bad

grrr for REAL the implicit heterosexuality in this shit sucks so fucking bad! we've already got these sorts of bioessentialist and heteropatriarchial narratives slamming us on all sides we absolutely do not need this shit in supposed "queer inclusive fiction" as well

honestly I could talk for ages also about how this heteropatriarchial myth that people attracted to "the lesser gender" are destined to be predatory to them and abt how badly those ideas fucked with me as a developing lesbian. im still occasionally dealing with the fear that my sexual attraction is predatory! and ive BEEN with my fiancees for almost 3 years!

I don't really have good advice for you to uproot that fear, either. it's a deeply ingrained one for almost every lesbian and bisexual woman i know. for me constantly reminding myself that attraction is not predatory helped a lot, but for real what helped the most was having partners who are enthusiastically attracted to me. their reassurance that I was not bad for reciprocating that attraction helped like 10x more than anything I could have found in isolation... but thats not always feasible for everyone :(

#narrates #:(((( that shit fucking sucks #omegaverse cw

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sparrow-orion-writes · 7 months

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The space at night between the comfort of 3am and the exhaustion of awake too soon hold a mystery that can never be solved. It takes the shape of every person I thought I loved - just to grow bored, or restless, or irritated with.

Their silhouettes hold my interest through the gaping wound of time, but the second that I imagine a life where we still know each other, time snaps shut like the extensive jaws of a starving predator. Instead, I am alone; and the portal - the hungry mouth of time - always wants more than I can give. It pleads with me for a name, or number, or address.

Time opens in the surface of a mirror, and from it spills; an acid trip I had at 18, the battered engagement ring I was proposed to with by my now ex-fiancee, a bent out of shape aromantic pride badge, and a receipt for a cafe that no longer exists.

It opens on the scratchy surface of my threadbare carpet, as I remember nights holding her with the sheer desperation for love. To be loved. Time exists in a lint-filled pocket of a pair of jeans next to a crumpled note with a scribbled phone number.

I can reach out and touch 2021 in a strip of photographs where my hair is still red and she still believes in living. Portals, everywhere. Time like a loose thread unravelling around us, like the frayed edge of my duvet. Some part of me wants to just pull, see what knots untangle in the remnants of what was.

Time, carnivorous, has mouths in almost everything. Even the darkness holds his name, and there's a particular way the sunlight hits the window that brings the taste of cigarette smoke to my mouth. Time is not a straight line. It's a series of continuously opening wounds that, when you dig your fingers into, you can transport yourself back to simpler, happier times.

For the price of a little blood. A little heartache. A little whisper of her name. A lie. A false promise.

And then you're home once more, alone in the dark. Your wounds are just wounds, the mirror is just a mirror, and time is just the price you pay for the knowledge that some days you were better than you are. Some days you were worse. Either way, the clock strikes 5am and the darkness is a warm blanket begging you to sleep.

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Gang Orca is so OP and this badass cinnamon roll deserves more attention!

Pro heroes protected many innocent civilians from villains, and you had so much respect for them. They were the reason Japan was not literal hell right now. You knew many of the pro heroes, and could tell what some of their real intentions were. All Might seemed like a great guy, he fought for justice, kept the people of Japan's morale high, but he is a human and they are not perfect. There was something going on behind that smile, you just knew it. Endeavor came off to you as a jerk, and as a selfish person. Some rumors have been spreading around that Endeavor secretly abused his family, but you weren't sure if they were true or not.

Then there was him...Gang Orca. He was difficult to figure out.

He seemed to come off as an imposing figure to you. You heard that he scares off children and is ranked number #3 as heroes who look like villains. You couldn't figure out his morals. Did he fight for justice? To protect civilians? To be famous? You had no idea. You were hoping that you could figure him out someday.

You worked at a shoe store, you sorted shoes, placed shoes in their designated location in the store, and you pretty much just work there. Your boss was a jerk, he would bully you, and sometimes even harass you. Although, you needed this job, your fiancees were fine, but that was due to the good enough salary you had from this job.

Your job was a little less worse due to one of your co-workers, and happened to be your best friend. His name was Aalto, he was a great friend to you, and treated you with compassion. Aalto does have the tendency of not being confident sometimes, which can be a problem when you are being bullied by your boss as he won't step in to save you. His quirk was water control; meaning that he could control movements of water however he wanted. He could make a cup of water that had a flat surface, and turn it into a cup of water that had mini waves, sloshing around in the cup. His appearance consisted of having a great white shark head, and the rest of his body was human. This special appearance that he had didn't impact your friendship with him in the slightest. You and Aalto would sometimes do some light flirting with each other. Sometimes you would give him a boop on the snout, and sometimes he would give you a quick hug. Aalto had asked you out a month ago, which surprised you. You only saw him as a friend and not much else. He was saddened, but he told you not to worry as he told you he understood and you two remained as friends.

You sorted out the last shoe box, and decided to go take your lunch break. In the break room, you and Aalto sat by each other eating your food. Your lunch had consisted of a ham and cheese sandwich, carrots, oreos, and rice. Aalto's lunch was pretty much just fish since he was a predator.

"So Y/N, are you coming to the sports festival?" Aalto asked you.

You looked at your friend in confusion, "Sports festival? What sports festival?"

"U.A. is having a sports festival with it's students being in it. I'm planning on going, do you want to come?"

You looked at down at the table, thinking of what to say. You weren't really an outgoing person, public people annoyed you, and you just wanted to get away from the chaos as villains run around the streets in many shapes and forms. A hero could just come and save you, but there was no guarantee that they would keep you safe, or they would defeat the villain. So, you preferred to not go to big events.

"I appreciate the offer, I really do. But, I just don't feel comfortable being in a place with hundreds of people," You replied.

"Oh, okay I understand. I'm sorry if I pushed things too far."

You looked at him with a smile, "It's okay, it's the thought that counts!"

You were suddenly interrupted by a manager, "Hey you two, we have a pro hero coming today to get some shoes so make sure you guys act on your best behavior." With that in mind they walked away.

"A pro hero?! Wow that's amazing, I wonder who it is!" Aalto spoke with curiosity and being excited of course.

A pro hero hmm... you thought.

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You started stacking the shoe boxes in over the men shoe section. There were many types of shoes such as dress shoes, tennis shoes, athletic shoes, and basketball shoes. You were stacking boxes one on top of the other. You never had a pro hero come to your job before. They wouldn't need to come since they have sponsors and people from the government that can get them the stuff they need. So this was pretty much a big surprise.

You were about to finish another row of stacking shoe boxes until a deep, handsome, and familiar voice interrupted you.

It was Gang Orca!!

You were just about to talk to him until you accidentally hit your elbow on one of the shoe boxes with a significant amount of force. This caused all of the shoe boxes to fall on both you and Gang Orca. You only had one thought...this was utterly embarrassing.

You looked at Gang Orca to see that he was holding up his big, and strong arms defending his face from the boxes that had fallen onto him. You had to say sorry right now!

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Gang Orca! I'm so sorry about this, I didn't mean for this to happen," You said politely.

Gang Orca's red eyes then opened up and then gazed down at you with an apologetic look on his face, "No, this was my fault ma'am I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have sneaked up on you like that." He takes a moment to look around himself to notice that a bunch of shoe boxes fell on the floor, which was from your neatly stacked rows of shoe boxes that you spent thirty minutes working on.

You noticed that Gang Orca started to bend down and pick up the shoes boxes that were on the ground. You studied him for a moment to notice that he wore a white t-shirt, along with a neat pair of sweatpants. He also had a muscular build. You were sort of surprised to not see him in his hero wear.

"Here I'll help since I'm the reason this happened," Gang Orca explained.

"Thank you sir, I really appreciate the help," You replied.

"Of course, I really don't mind helping out."

Gang Orca started to stack boxes with you for over five minutes. You both talked to each other during that time and started to connect to one another more. He was very polite and formal, which made you feel like he was always treated as a pro hero than just a normal civilian. Though it seemed as there was one rule in your mind for pro heroes. Once a hero always a hero.

Once the boxes were stacked, Gang Orca apologized once again and offered you to get some coffee as an apology, which was a little surprising. Although, you remembered that he was a pro hero which was pretty significant in reputation, but at the same he is offering to get you some free coffee. So you accepted, and told him that your shift would be ending in a couple minutes.

Gang Orca bought a pair of white dress shoes, made his way to the cashier, and waited outside for you to finish your shift.

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You sat at a table at the back of the restaurant in Starbucks. Surprisingly, no one was there so it was just you and him drinking your coffee and getting to know each other better.

"So, why did you come to the shoe store? Don't sponsors supply you with shoes back at your home?" You asked the orca man.

"Yes they do, but... I missed going out and doing things myself. I've just been so busy with hero work, that I just haven't had the chance to."

You nodded in understanding as you drank some of your coffee. Once you set the cup down Gang Orca surprised you with a question.

"So what is your quirk?" He asked.

You don't like revealing your quirk to people, it kind of disturbs, and scares them. It's the reason why you read people like a file.

He noticed that you hesitated, "It's okay, I won't judge you." Gang Orca reassured you.

You took a deep breath and spoke, "My quirk is accurate speculation. It's pretty much in the name itself, I can guess things pretty accurately like how much sugar is in a Twix bar, or a person's motives. Although, I would need information from sources to speculate those things of course. The five senses play a big role in that. I try to avoid using it though as they are scared that I can get into people's private things that I shouldn't know about."

Gang Orca didn't look disturbed or scared in the slight if anything he seemed very interested in your quirk.

"Mr. Gang Orca, your not scared or frightened?" You questioned.

"Of course not, I'm not scared at all. If anything it must be interesting of having the ability to make accurate predictions. Also, please call me Kugo. Say, I haven't heard your name yet?" Kugo replied with a smile coming from the side of his mouth.

"Oh, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Kugo!" You replied back happily, shaking his hand in acknowledgement.

You continued to talk to Kugo, learning about why he wanted to become a hero, his favorite food (its fish obviously), and his appearance problems. Kugo asked if you were surprised to see him behind you at the shoe store because of his appearance or just his mere presence. You answered truthfully and told him that you weren't expecting to see a pro hero to come and talk to you, and that you didn't mind his appearance despite many others being afraid of him because of his looks.

Kugo stared at you for a moment, with a little intense gaze. He searched your face for any indication of showing that you were lying. He was reading you like a computer scanner, almost like he could see through you. He didn't find any sort of indication that you were lying, and it made his face go slightly red.

"Thank you Y/N, for accepting me and not being afraid of my appearance. You have no idea how many people see me and run away at the horrible sight that is in front of them." Kugo replied deeply reflecting on himself and society as he looked at his hand.

Kugo's face then suddenly turned a deep red, and immediately became a little awkward. "Y/N, if it's okay to ask. Would you go out on a date with me?"

You couldn't believe it a pro hero was asking you out on a date. You trusted this man enough, that you told him about your quirk. He then didn't judge you. He was a hero, and to know that you seemed special to him, made your day. You developed a soft spot for Kugo.

"Ye-yes of course Kugo."

You both exchanged numbers, and you thanked him for the coffee. As the gentleman that Kugo was, he paid the bill and offered to take you back to your apartment. You agreed, and were escorted home safe.

You sat in your comfortable arm chair as you looked at your phone to see a text message from Kugo.

Kugo Sakamata: Can't wait to take you on that date;)

A smile appeared on your face as you typed a reply to Kugo.

Y/N: Can't wait to see you again!)

Aalto is the dude with the shark head! You can find him in the season 2 festival arc, he appears in the crowd.

~~~~

"Your going on a date with Gang Orca?!" Aalto said very surprised at this sudden news.

You and Kugo arranged your first date to be at a movie theater, you were both going to watch a movie called, "The Invisible Boy." The movie seemed interesting to you and so you decided that it was a good time to watch it now with your date than later.

Right now you were at your job, telling Aalto that today was the day you were going on your first date with the pro hero, Gang Orca. Aalto seemed a little distressed at first, it seemed as if he was jealous?

Aalto shook his head and then exclaimed, "I...I mean I'm happy for you Y/N!"

You ignored his jealousy, you were appreciative that he's trying to be there for you regardless if you're not hanging out with him.

You give Aalto a quick hug, "Thank you Aalto, your support means a lot."

He looked a bit unsure, but then gave you a quick smile. "Of...of course Y/N!"

~~~~

Once your shift was done you quickly got your stuff from your locker and quickly made your way back to your apartment. You took a quick shower and dressed yourself up in a pair of jeans, a pink shirt, and a white hoodie. It matched the color of his hero outfit, which made you chuckle a little. You heard a ring from your cell phone and quickly looked at it.

It was a text message from Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: On my way to your apartment see you soon;)

You just screamed in happiness.

Your apartment was on the first floor, so he could just knock on your door. You waited for about five minutes to suddenly hear a knock at your door. You quickly got off your arm chair and opened the door to find Kugo standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers. He wore a pair of jeans, along with a red vest, and a red tie. He looked amazing.

"Kugo, you're here! Oh, are those flowers? Thank you so much!" You smiled happily.

You quickly went inside your apartment and set the flowers on the table and then made your way back to Kugo.

"Are you ready to go Y/N?" Your date asked.

"Uh huh."

Kugo closed the door and you walked to the theater, which was about six blocks away. As you walked you didn't forget what Kugo said why he wanted to be a hero.

"I wanted to be a hero because I'm always judged by my appearance. I want someone to recognize me as a hero, someone who wants to make the world a better place, someone who wants to keep people safe, and protect them."

Kugo, I like you because of who you are, and your personality. Your appearance doesn't matter to me. All you saw was a pure and soft heart, and someone that you liked. Your heart rate suddenly speed up a little. Was this what it felt like to...love someone?

You came back to reality to find that you were halfway to the movie theater. You wanted to start a conversation, having the walk being silent the entire time was a little uncomfortable.

"So Kugo, I hope your okay seeing this movie. I heard it was good, but also sad. I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable in any sort of way."

Kugo smiled at you and put a hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry about me Y/N. I won't feel uncomfortable, just as long you are with me my day will always be brighter."

You chuckled at his flirting, "Same here, as long as I have you Kugo. I have nothing to worry about."

"I see the colors of your outfit match my hero outfit," Kugo mentioned.

You gasped, but then giggled. You knew he would figure it out eventually. "I knew you would figure it out. It shows how much I appreciate what you do for the people of Japan, Kugo. In my opinion, your my favorite hero."

Kugo looked slightly away from you with a deep red blush on his face, which made you chuckle a little. Kugo loved hearing your laugh, it felt like heaven to him.

You two finally made it to the movie theater. Like the gentleman that Kugo was, he opened the door for you, which resulted in a "thank you sir" coming out of your mouth. You both got your tickets for your movie and you both quickly made your way to the auditorium. You didn't want any concessions, all that mattered was sitting with your date in the movie theater. You both sat in the middle of the auditorium and relaxed in your seats. Due to Kugo's reputation as a hero, he was able to get the recline chairs that were available for VIP's only.

Trailers started to play as you both just sat in your recliner chairs and enjoyed the ads. Without you knowing, Kugo looked at you. That smile on your face, it was...beautiful. You looked like an angel. He had butterflies swarming around in his stomach. He was infatuated with you, and to hear what you thought about him back at the cafe. To know that you didn't care about what he looked like. It made him fall for you. Your face being illuminated by the bright screen, made your features even more dazzling. Kugo wanted to kiss you, he wanted to make you his. He hesitated, for a reason. He was worried about your future. Did you even want to become close with a pro hero? What about the danger you would be in, if your relationship went worldwide? You would be flooded with reporters and many fans. He didn't want to overwhelm you, so he hesitated on kissing you. Did you even love him at all? For now he would just sit in his seat enjoying the trailers, and the movie with you.

~~~~

The movie had ended, and you rated it 8/10. The use of sad scenes and character development was masterful. You just wished the movie had a little more heart to it. Although, honestly seeing the mother hug her sad invisible son was heart wrenching to you. Both you and Kugo cried and comforted each other. You both started to walk towards your apartment and soon end your first date.

There was something nagging at you. Kugo Sakamata was a pro hero, and what you have heard about him was that he was very serious sometimes. Was Gang Orca merely just a safety shield of Kugo Sakamata? It was as almost he had a split personality or something. What if you visited him at his office? Wouldn't he treat you as if your a nuisance or declare that you get out of his office? You didn't know the full extent of his reasoning and actions of why he became Gang Orca. What was his reason for acting so serious? This really troubled you.

Once you both reached your apartment, you both looked at each other in the eyes. His eyes would have been horrifying to a child and would have definitely scared them off. Although, after your thoughts from the walk to you apartment. You didn't know who those eyes belonged to.

You quickly looked away from him obviously troubled, "Tell me who am I talking to? Gang Orca or Kugo Sakamata?"

Kugo's expression turned into one of worry. "What do you mean Y/N? I'm Kugo Sakamata, I always have," He replied with confusion in his voice.

You started to impersonate him, as Gang Orca to get your point across. "Gang Orca doesn't care about relationships, Gang Orca will train the student's really hard so they can finish their training, all Gang Orca cares about is his job nothing else!" You shouted at him.

Kugo looked shocked at your sudden outburst.

"How can I trust you if I don't even know that if I visited your office, that you wouldn't just yell at me to get out. I just don't know I...I..." Tears started to well up in your eyes.

"How can I not know that you will be aggressive towards me, and that you will just push me away. I'm in love with Kugo Sakamata, NOT Gang Orca!"

Kugo did not know what to say. He was speechless, no one had never spoken to him on this much of an emotional level. You had even admitted that you loved him. He figured out what you meant, and that was the fact that he used his appearance as Gang Orca to intimidate others. He had a completely different demeanor when he was Gang Orca and not the fully kind and compassionate person he was as Kugo Sakamata. When he first saw you, he balanced himself between being Gang Orca and Kugo Sakamata. Although, back in the cafe. You broke the barrier of him being Gang Orca, and fully exposed Kugo Sakamata by looking past his appearance. You could say his appearance was always a defense mechanism. He had no need to have Gang Orca take control in your friendship because he knew that you look up at him for his personality not his hero status.

He leaned down and gently wiped a tear away from your eye with a finger. "Y/N, you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. Everyone's fear of my appearance has always felt like a barrier had to be inflicted upon me. Gang Orca uses that fear of his appearance to gain the upper hand, but you Y/N. You broke down that barrier, you love me for who I am."

Kugo then pressed his forehead against yours to indicate his version of a kiss. "I will always be Kugo Sakamata to you. No matter where you go, or where ever you are with me. I will always treat you with kindness, respect, and my love."

You were crying a waterfall of tears, he loved you back as you loved him for who he truly was behind that tough demeanor. You separated your forehead from his and quickly moved in for a kiss right where the black and white met on his mouth. Your lips could feel his rubbery skin, it felt strange, but comfortable and reassuring.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as your foreheads touched each other. "I love you too Kugo!"

Me(Author): I swear that I am going to cry...

~~~~

Ding!

You yawned as you tiredly sat up in your bed, you looked at your phone to see that you got a text from someone. You picked up your phone to see that it was 10:00 AM. Man you got a lot of sleep! There was also a text message from Kugo, which made you smile.

Kugo Sakamata or his hero name Gang Orca. Had fought the king of all super villains, which you didn't know who he was or what his motivations were, but you could tell he was the leader of the League of Villains. You saw it on live TV. It was the number #1 pro hero, All Might VS the leader of the League of Villains. Kugo was on the Hideout Raid Team, which worried you as something bad may have happened to him. In the aftermath, Kugo took a beating, but it wasn't anything major. Luckily no bones were broken, or he had no scars.

Kugo hadn't been able to go on a date with you for a couple weeks, due to the sports festival, attacking the League of Villains, and even attending to his aquarium on Okuto Island. He texted all this information to you and tried to make sure you knew what had been going on with him. You won't lie, you knew he was a busy man. You still felt this attraction toward Kugo, and you still had a place for him in your heart. Your love for him did not deteriorate.

You had changed your lock screen to it being a picture of Kugo, which was pretty easy as you just had to search up 'Gang Orca' and save it to your photo gallery. Anyway, you opened up to your messages and read the text that he sent you.

Kugo Sakamata: I finally have some time open tonight. I'm sorry for not having any time for us to hang out these past few weeks. I wanted to make it up to you tonight by going swimming together. Are you busy tonight?

You smiled as you texted back a reply.

Y/N: I'm open tonight, so yes. I would love to go swimming with you Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: Sounds great Y/N! How does 5 PM sound?

You weren't sure why he wanted to go swimming at 5 PM compared to 3 PM? Maybe he wanted to get dinner?

Y/N: Why couldn't we just go swimming at 3 PM Kugo? Are we getting dinner?

Kugo Sakamata: It's a surprise, I think your going to love it and yes we are getting dinner before we go swimming.

A surprise? Huh?

Y/N: Okay then, I'll see you at Takoba Municipal Beach Park?

Kugo Sakamata: Yep, I'll see you there.

Y/N: Okay, sounds awesome. Love you Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: Love you too Y/N.

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It was 4:30 PM and you were ready to head to the beach. You wore your swimsuit, along with some shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt. You then closed your apartment door, and made your way to the beach. It has been awhile, since you and Kugo were able to hang out so you wanted to show him affection much as possible.

You had arrived at a restaurant that was nearby the beach, and there you saw your beloved Kugo. He was dressed up in a light jacket, blue shorts, and a pair of shoes. Once Kugo saw you he immediately came up to you and gave you a quick hug.

"I missed you so much love." Kugo had said with so much love in that one sentence.

"I missed you too Kugo." You silently spoke back.

Kugo rested his head against yours and put his hand through your hair. "Your so beautiful like I always imagined. I couldn't bear the thought of not being by your side to protect you, to show you my affection. So, to be here now means so much to me."

You stroked Kugo's tall fin that was on the back of his head. Kugo was sensitive to the touch, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

Kugo took a little step back away from you to give you space. "Let's go get some dinner ma lady. I have so much planned, that I want to make sure that you can do all of it tonight."

You chuckled at his mannerisms and it was music to Kugo's ears. He was such a gentlemen, which was one of the things that you liked about him.

Kugo and you got a dinner table, and due to his hero status you both were able to sit in the back of the restaurant. Both of you alone from reporters, and both of you get to enjoy to have time by yourselves.

Kugo pulled your chair out for you to sit on, which resulted a chuckle to escape from your mouth.

"Thank you sir," You replied to his gentlemanly action.

"Anything for you, my seashell." Kugo pecked your hand with his snout as a makeshift kiss. This resulted in you blushing a few shades of red.

Once you sat in your chair Kugo sat in his and then a waitress comes by with menus and asks for your drinks.

"I'll have lemonade." You said.

"I'll just have water." Kugo answered.

Once the waitress left, Kugo took out a bottle of water and pored some onto his hand. He then rubbed the water all over his skin.

You chuckled, "Why did you order water, if you already have a water bottle?"

Kugo had a deep chuckle come from him and replied to your question, "The water bottle is just for my skin, I have to bring one around with me just to make sure that my skin doesn't dry out. The water I ordered is for my system, besides I was never one for complicated drinks."

You laughed, which resulted a questioning look from Kugo, "Complicated drinks? You mean soda, and other drinks mixed with ingredients?" You replied.

Kugo nodded and then started to scratch the side of his head with a finger. "Yes, I know that soda and whatever other drinks being combined with other ingredients are supposed to have a sense of flavor to them. But, drinking water is much more healthier for the body and my system."

You once again laughed at his explanation, "You would make a great gym teacher Kugo."

Kugo then chuckled again at your joke. He loved your sense of humor.

The waitress came back with Kugo's cup of water and your lemonade.

"What would you like to order off of our menu?" The waitress asked.

You both then suddenly realized that you both were so busy with talking to each other that you both complety forgot about ordering your food.

"We'll need a couple minutes to order our food ma'am." Kugo said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and then left the room.

You both ordered your food and told your orders to the waiter. The waiter then took both of your menus and left the room. You and Kugo continued to traverse between each other in your conversations. Kugo talked about his hero work and recent developments, while you talked about hilarious moments that happened at your job. Like the time Aalto had a shoe stuck on his snout, which made you laugh.

Kugo laughed a little, but then he also growled a little at the mention of you laughing at Aalto for having that shoe stuck on his snout. Was he jealous?

"Kugo..." You said quietly as you took your hand out for him to grab. As you held his hand you put your other hand over his. "Kugo, I love you and I'm yours. Aalto is just a friend."

"I know I just worry sometimes, I'm sorry..."

The waiter came back with your food, and set both of your plates on the table. The waiter then bowed and left the room so both of you two could eat together by yourselves. Both you and Kugo's order were decent sized as you both were going swimming so you both didn't want to have a stomach ache.

Once you both finished your food, the waitress came by to take your plates and give you the bill. As the gentlemen Kugo was, he paid for the meal and then stood up and offered his hand to you in a gentlemanly manner. You gladly accepted his hand, and you both walked over to the beach. It was 6:30 PM, which was where the beach was starting to become empty of people as people went home to enjoy the rest of their nights.

Kugo and you both took off your clothes until you remained in your swimsuits. Let me just say that Kugo looked absolute stunning! He had a muscular body, and his abs were just breath taking.

Kugo then offered his hand to you, "Will you join me in the water?"

You cheeks immediately went red, but you accepted his invitation and walked toward the shore with your love interest. Your body shivered a little due to the sudden feeling of water touching your body. You felt Kugo's arm go around your waist as your hand rested on his bare back. His skin felt like rubber, which you actually started to liked feeling.

You rested your head against Kugo's chest as he rested his head on top of yours. You both moved around in the water slowly, embracing each other's presence.

You both moved positions so that your foreheads touched as he kept his hands on your waist as you had your hands on his neck.

"Y/N, will you be mine?" He asked you in a soft voice.

"Kugo, you want to make things official?" You asked him.

One of Kugo's hands ran through your hair, "Yes, I love you so much Y/N. I thought that I would spend the rest of my life alone. Knowing that everyone would be afraid of me and my appearance. No one wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a pro hero. But not you Y/N, you looked past my looks, you saw me for who I really am and I thank you immensely for that Y/N. Every time I see your face, your smile, when I hear your laugh. I just fall for you even more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and protect you."

A tear came out of your right eye as you felt sad for him, he was such a gentleman. He would make an excellent husband someday and to know that everyone just rejected him for his looks just broke your heart. "Kugo, I will always and forever be yours." You looked up at him with a smile as you kissed his snout.

It was official Kugo Sakamata was now your boyfriend, and you didn't regret any of it. Your future together would be bright, and whatever obstacles that laid in your way you knew that both of you would overcome no matter what. You finally understood him, Kugo Sakamata was someone who wanted to be recognized as a person, not a monster. He became a hero so he hoped that one day people would realize that. But to you Kugo Sakamata, was your hero. Your knight in shining armor.

I hope Kugo gets more screen time, and character development in My Hero Academia. He has so much potential and it just breaks my heart to know that society looks to him as someone who is a hero but looks like a villain. He's not a villain by heart, quite the opposite actually. If only children realized how great of a guy Gang Orca is. I had so much fun making this mini series and makes me reflect who Gang Orca is as a character. He is best husbando!

I also have a Gang Orca POP! now! I wanna boop the snout.

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#gang orca #gang orca x reader #my hero academia #kuugo sakamata #kugo sakamata

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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Why not switch the cuck and have Yan Thoma cucking Ayato? Make the predator the prey? It's a thought I've had for a long time actually and all this stuff lately brought it back up.

for thoma, it's likely to be . . . perhaps ayato's poor arranged marriage fiancee, who has been left by the wayside some as ayato is simply so terribly busy. not that reader is not pretty - not that ayato does not want to touch them, and kiss them, and love them - but simply that fate always seems to get in the way.

and thoma - sweet and gentle-hearted and warm, or so it appears - is always there for reader, to gently wipe their tears and reassure them that such is the life of a kamisato. to bring them their favourite treats and little things from inazuma city (as reader, naturally, is not allowed to wander freely alone), to tell them about the dogs and cats he petted on his day off. if ayato notices that thoma always seems to find something for him to do when he should finally have a day off . . . thoma would never do such things on purpose, would he?

thoma is loyal to the kamisatos. his sad face, the knit brow, the sighs about how poor reader deserves a man who has more time for them . . . that's all just him being kind, isn't it? and thoma - loyal thoma, lovely thoma - serves the kamisato clan, and reader is included in that now. if ayato can't satisfy them, perhaps thoma himself can be of some assistance?

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #yandere for ts #cucking for ts

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queenpiranhadon · 8 months

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☁︎⎸⎸ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ⎸⎸☁︎

A/N: So I basically wrote my version what what would happen if Grady and Edaline replaced Brant and Jolie in KotLC. My friends were not happy lol Heads up: Neverseen!Grady x Black Swan!Edaline Oneshot, angsty, read at your own risk, death, Grady and Edaline basically become Jolie and Brant Here's my masterlist! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Neverseen!Grady x Black Swan!Edaline Oneshot, angsty, read at your own risk, death, Grady and Edaline basically become Jolie and Brant.

Pairing(s): Grady Ruewen x Edaline Ruewen, slight Jolie Ruewen x Brant [redacted]

Edaline Kelia Ruewen.

Grady smirked at the seventh name printed on the list, as it automatically harbored his name in his mind. He liked the way it sounded, his name with hers - as if it was meant to be.

The amber-haired elf in question was undoubtedly the sweetest he's ever met, she would stop by during his detention to give him desserts, run after those who called him ‘freak’ in the hallways (despite his protests) and her smile... it could seriously light up the world.

Not only was she sweet, she was strong. Grady could remember watching the color drain out of the instructors' faces, as they saw the competitive glint in Edaline's eyes at the mention of wresting being the objective of the day. Not to mention he definitely felt his heart sink when she set her gaze on him immediately , like a predator choosing her prey.

But most of all, she was patient, rubbing his back soothingly as he tried with every fiber in his being to repress the psychotic impulses his ruinous ability cursed him with. She would squeeze his hand, rub his back in circles, and used her soft but calloused hands to gently wipe the tears and sweat that formed on his skin. As friends do. Right? He wasn’t sure.

But the packet in front of him could finally give him the answers he wanted.

And he got them.

He would always remember the way his heart thumped in his chest when Edaline shyly asked him to dance at his Winnowing Gala.

The way her hand fit perfectly in his, the way her hair smelled like caramel as he pulled her close, and how her cheeks dusted a light pink as her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips curved into a soft smile against his. But he loved it the most when they pulled apart and she leaned in to whisper the words: "I love you".

There were only two other times he was sent into complete bliss by the three words.

The first was when they got married. During their dance alone, it felt like it was just them, despite the onlookers. All he could see was her. His Edaline. His love. His only.

And when she tenderly cupped his jaw and tearfully said "I love you", he swore he fell in love with her all over again. Not as a fiancee, as a husband. Her husband.

The second time was when Jolie was born. Jolie. His daughter. Their daughter. She was like the moon, sleeping serenely in her mother's arms, a halo of golden hair framing the perfect face she could only get from her mother. Edaline in contrast was the sun, tears in her eyes and a smile so bright it was blinding. But Grady stared at the sun, and with awe, as he moved to her side, wrapping his arms around the both of them, holding the sun and the moon in his arms, his queen and his princess. His wife leaned in close, whispering the three words that meant the world to him as they held their universe within their embrace.

Edaline never truly knew how much it meant to Grady when she told him she loved him.

The way his heart fluttered and his lips stretched into a goofy grin.

But it felt different the last time she said it.

They were in an abandoned buildings just within the outskirts of a large forest. The building itself was in shambles, with fissures and cracks covering every surface.

Edaline was in tears, her frantic eyes searching his face for any sign of remorse.

"How could you Grady?" her voice broke. “You murdered so many people... Don't you feel a singe drop of remorse for all of the lives you’ve taken?!"

Grady refused to look at her as he looked at the black swan that dangled from her neck. It reminded him ot the eye emblazoned on the arm of his black cloak.

“I loved you! How could you do this to me? You lied to me, lied to Jolie!"

The words felt like a stab to the heart. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he liked the Neverseen. The way they made him feel like his ability wasn't something to be feared, but embraced.

But staring at Edaline's tear stained face, he thought about whether or not it was worth it.

Black cloaks turned into black swens as they flew across a turquoise sky, the color of Edaline’s eyes, the eyes that fluttered shut whenever she kissed him passionately, or shone bright as she wrested with mastodons. Grady felt himself slipping, as his mind spun, yearning for control, begging for some form of release.

Nightmares spun into reality, colliding and polluting any rational train of thought, like black tendrils enveloping every and anything. Grady lost grasp on whatever tethered him to rationality.

“Grady stop it!” a shrill shriek rang out through his ears as he shakily looked up to see Edaline, the female unable to move as she pleaded to him with terrified eyes.

But he couldn't. He was tired ot repressing himself, his potential. He was tired of forcing control onto himself, so he gave it up to his subconcious, not caring what he did, or who he did it to.

Until he remembered just who he was doing it to, and tore out of his trance just in time to see his wife's head snap back with deadly precision.

Guilt can do many things to an elf.

The next few years of his life was torture.

Jolie and Brant had gotten married despite the latter’s lack of an ability. She had tried to get her father to attend, but Grady was too unstable to even leave his secluded home.

Not even the moon could shine without the sun.

And eventually the moonlark entered their lives.

Jolie adopted her under Grady’s name, (she would done it herself but she didn't want the girl to face the scorn of being the child of a bad match) and they had a family of three again, Grady, his moon, and now a star.

But without his sun, his mind was plagued with endless darkness. And no matter how much he tried to forget, those frightened turquoise eyes would haunt him for the rest of his indefinite life.

He saw his wife in Jolie, who reminded him of her in every way. He saw her in the moonlark, created by the same organization that drove them apart. He saw her everywhere, her sweetness, her strength, and her patience.

His queen

His sun.

His wife.

His fiancée

His only, his love, his Edaline.

His friend.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #bookworm #grady ruewen #edaline ruewen #jolie ruewen #oneshots #angst #im not sorry lol #hehehehe #grady x edaline #grady ruewen x edaline ruewen #edaline x grady #edaline ruewen x grady ruewen #kotlc edaline #kotlc grady

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cherchersketch · 6 months

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Daisy - How to become the Duke’s Fiancee

Is this another ~contract marriage~ with a stoic duke marquess (but not from the north)? Yes. Yes it is.

The artstyle changes halfway through but I think it still looks ok. Though you can really tell the difference when they put in flashbacks with the previous artwork. Lol

Summary Our main girl, Daisy, travels back in time after being drowned to death. Back to the day one of her useless dad’s creditors showed up to the house. Instead of blending into the background as she did before, this time she boldly approaches the ~cold duke marquess~ with an offer of marriage. Because he’s totes going to need that in 3 years when grandad kicks the bucket and his will states that his successor needs to have been married (happily) for 3 years or more. It’s a win-win because she’s sworn off love after the events of the previous life and he doesn’t believe in love because of his family’s history. Of course, they eventually fall in love, even though it’s just meant to be a ~contract marriage~. Come on, it’s a shoujo manhwa after all.

Tropes - died and came back to life X years before to escape the death flags - just throw this gambling-addicted father away - this is just a contract marriage he/she would never love me - these grandad dukes really love putting in a no-marriage no-inheritance clause

FL - Daisy Filberlin D’Essel

- oh no it’s the ~middle child~ syndrome ;w; - so glad she is now never gonna get together with the trash man ;w; (though I’m interested to see if he’ll ever show up in the current timeline) - employers love her: the 20 year old with 20 years of work experience - 10 steps ahead of everyone (being from the future helps) - gaslight gatekeep girlboss - a lady’s battlefield is tea parties and banquets

ML - Marquess Killian D’Essel

- wow a rich noble who actually works (and not like sits behind a desk of paperwork all day) - not a duke yet but he already has the cold duke of the north personality nailed - richer than you’ll ever be - the guy always falls in love first ;w; - put him in horny jail

this series doesn’t really have cute little chibi scenes ;x;

Rating: I enjoyed my time reading this It’s a chill, cute romance. Hehe Status (as of 11 Nov 2023) Ongoing. Honestly, it’s probably way longer than it needs to be. We’re just barely touching on the whole ~madness of the OG Duke family~ plot. But as a bingeable series it’s fairly interesting I guess. Though it should really be like half the length ;;;

Same Same but Different - The Predator’s Fiancee - The Villainess Lives Twice - No more Nice Sis

full rec list

#Daisy - How to become the Duke's Fiancee #manhwa #CherCher reviews manhwa #manhwa recommendation

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nejackdaw · 9 months

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Now That You've Lost Tomorrow (is yesterday still a friend?)

4.2k words of the Celann backstory in my head

Under the cut for length; not NSFW. Also leave my Jimminy Cricket ass alone, I was thinking about Disney narrators when I started this lmao. It wasn't supposed to be an actual piece send help

Ahem. (Tw animal death) (tw gore)

Born in the Northmoor of Breton High Rock, Celann aged to be a fine man. With a lively, happy home, he was a handsome, good natured jokester with a penchant for bringing smiles wherever he went. Be it through mischief at home, exaggerated peacocking (resulting in clumsy accidents) in front of his beloved fiancee, charitable work through the town, or the song on his lips, he was an easygoing presence that had endeared himself to the people around him. Life was good and grand: he had an easy, do nothing guard job in a happy little town to bring in coin, plans to settle down and start a family, and wanted for nothing between it all. But things started to change when his elder sister prepared to set off on her apprenticeship–dark winds blew in that he, and all of them, would never recover from.

It was an adjustment for everyone with Jehanne recently absent; she'd been gone only a week, but the absence of fabric scraps and 'come look at this for me's, the messily kept tomes and quills that dripped ink, the prospect of not hearing another "you're being ridiculous, it's been weeks! Come join us for dinner!" and her high pitched, victorious cackles as she raced away, knowing she'd magically cleared up everyone's schedules by asking–she'd only been gone a week, but it felt an awfully lot longer than that. Celann kept up with his guard work in her absence and Charlotte, ever interested in his sister's seamstress and design work, had taken up the hobby when she wasn't keeping the ledger at Garnier's, insisting someone had to be leaving fabric in a house somewhere in Jehanne's absence–to balance things out, obviously, as all good magic is supposed to be.

Time passed this way for another week or so as everyone tried to reassure themselves that everything was fine; it was a large change, but they'd known for months, and they'll settle into this new normal soon and everything would be fine. But suddenly news came whispering through the streets of strange shadows passing by windows at night, shadows with no one to cast them, and soon enough the guards were being asked to look out for missing pets, small cats and birds that must have gotten loose.

Small cats and birds that were found far from their homes and butchered, torn apart but not eaten.

An uneasiness settled over the town as more and more of the creatures turned up, and "killer" was on everyone's lips. After a few weeks of disappearances and gory resurfaces, they began tapering off until they stopped entirely. Like any predator: from small prey to large–the guards instructed woodsmen and hunters, trappers and fur traders to keep an eye out in the woods for anything that didn't look like an animal had gotten to it first. It took only two days after the order was given for a horrified hunter to return with news of a torn, gaunt elk carcass, black with rot around the edges of the worst wounds. Next it was a boar, then a doe–then nothing once again.

Celann was tasked with joining patrols, increased in the wake of the animal attacks until investigators, who so far had found no leads towards what everyone assumed to be a fledgling serial killer, could find some hint as to what had been happening. Everyone waited anxiously for the inevitable first victim.

It came only a month after the shadow appeared.

Following loud, panicked shouts, Celann stumbled into an alleyway to find something hardly recognizable as human. It was pale, even for a corpse, and gaunt like the beasts had been–ripped apart and stained black at the edges, wounds rotting prematurely. He covered his mouth and looked away as he desperately fought against the thick, burning bile at the back of his throat, side stepping into a puddle of dried blood to let a more senior guard pass by.

When everything had been documented, after the corpse had been covered and the area sealed off–more for the townspeople's sake than the scene's–and they were given permission to leave, Celann headed immediately to the blacksmith, grateful for the harsh, painful way the smell and smoke of the forge cleaned the blood and rot from his lungs. He left with three sturdy daggers, weapons he grimly pressed into his family's hands as he made them swear to carry it with them. The protests died on all their lips when they saw the fear in his eyes, each taking it with the same gravity Celann presented it with and solemnly promising they would.

After only three days, there was another disappearance; another corpse, butchered and rotting unnaturally. He'd never possessed the same gift for magic most of his people did, but Celann knew enough–knew to fear the third and what it would bring, because there was no way this terror was only a man and threes were either a blessing or a curse. In the end, it was both.

When he stumbled on the third victim, it hardly occured to him that the man had anything at all to do with the last horrifying, supernatural month. He wasn't torn open like everything before, the ground wasn't coated in blood and viscera. He looked almost like someone who'd been lucky and gone in his sleep somehow–but when Celann knelt down to check if he was alive, he startled to see familiar jewelry and recognized the gaunt corpse of the book seller from around the block. His wedding band sat at an angle around a finger too small for the old, tarnished metal, and when Celann reached for his wrist to get a better look he touched something slimy and cold.

He distantly registered someone from the patrol calling out his name as he stared down at the red on his fingers, a steadily growing urge filling him with every beat of his heart to smear it off on the rough stones beneath him until his own blood ran hot and quick and erased the feeling forever. He clenched his fist instead–looked over at the boots beside him and pretended he hadn't just terrified himself as a second guard knelt with him to inspect the body.

It was Simon who found the most important thing the body had to tell them; Celann was busy wiping the blood off on his trousers and trying to get his mind working right again. A frantic tap on his shoulder got his attention and he looked up into Simon's wide, terrified eyes before slowly turning his head to see what he'd found. The gloved hand gripping the corpse's jaw slowly retreated, shaking, and Celann looked down to see two frighteningly neat holes at the side of the neck.

They shared a long, quiet look before Celann reached out again for the merchant's hand, praying desperately he didn't dig his fingers into disgustingly smooth, exposed flesh again as he avoided gripping the wrist to turn it around. Torn and bloodied, but the black edges were smaller this time. Cleaner, neater, less noticable.

They raced away burdened with news of a vampire preying on the town, searching desperately for the commander and whatever investigators they could find.

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The city was placed under curfew immediately after the news arrived, and patrols were focused for the dark and evening hours. Everyone was required inside and with at least one companion; a vampire could easily overpower a pair, but the hope was that, with no lone targets, it would resent the effort it would take to target anyone else. Guards were similarly paired and ordered not to stray from one another–the only souls out in the night needed to be vigilant. Celann thought about the daggers he'd bought his family, thought about Charlotte taking Jehanne's room at home without him there in the night to share their bed. He wondered what good those knives would be, what good his sword would do him, if the beast got insistent.

Heavy tension hung over the town for weeks after the news arrived. Curtains were drawn and lights were left burning outside as people hoped the creature would pass them by. Every sound was investigated.

After a week, after two, after a month… there was nothing. No pets, no woodland beasts, no disappearances.

The dread started to lighten as time passed, and after four weeks of no new attacks, the townsfolk had, to a degree, returned to life as normal. They were still sure to make it home before night properly fell, still kept a light on, but as the days went by there seemed to be a collective feeling that it had all been a nightmare, some trick of Vaermina.

Celann noted three absences with every pass through the town.

Nightmares didn't claim lives, and he worried at how quickly everyone let themselves believe any danger had passed. The bookshop was closed for a week, what with the owner being dead; he and Lotte liked to buy each other occasional gifts from there, and the darkness in the windows–always warmly lit and welcoming before–never failed to stir a sense of dread in him.

But then a second month was passing without any sort of attack, patrols returned to normal, and even Celann let himself relax. With how often the beast had attacked before, there was no way it would sit and wait for months. The town had been on alert and anything it would have hunted locked inside, but even the forests nearby had been spared. It had surely moved on at this point to easier prey, or either fled in order to avoid detection, he reasoned.

That reasoning was why he accepted the promotion offered to him: an easy, quiet job out at the watchtower, not too far from town and coming with a pay increase; he'd be replacing someone who quit, understandably, in light of the vampire attacks while they had been happening. The new station was a bit of a trek from the gates, at the edge of the forest, but the road was usually quiet enough and the pay was enticing so he agreed. Fresh air, new faces–it sounded like a nice change of scenery, anyway.

It took a few mornings–early, dark, quiet–to adjust to all the rustling, and Perrette teased him for it, but they got on well and she explained their duties simply and easily. They arrive at midnight and they're relieved around breakfast, and spend their downtime chatting or pretending they weren't falling back asleep. Celann never bothered her when she did, and she returned the favor when he was half asleep, half awake, never quite able to properly sleep in the tower; it turns out to be a good thing he couldn't.

It was early, a week or so after he'd started, and he was tired; he'd been resting with his head pillowed on his arms at his desk, lost in that dark, semi conscious haze. There wasn't anyone out at this hour, with the moon still so high, and he paid no mind when he hadn't heard Perrette for what should have been a suspiciously long time. She was probably playing cards and he was just resting, after all, not falling asleep like his coworker did. If anything popped up they could handle it.

Just resting is why one eye opened blearily at a sound outside, a sound Celann had only half heard and had already forgotten by the time he was looking at candlelit paperwork. He kept it open a bit longer, listening for any other sounds, then let his eyes close again, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. Nothing, just the dark and the quiet–but as the seconds passed something settled heavy in his chest, had suspicion creeping into his head, and he sat up to look around.

Nothing. Just the dark and the quiet. He slowly stood from his chair and breathed deep, waking himself up as he glanced around the inside of the watchtower. Perrette wasn't at the window, there was no humming or the sound of cards, like he'd expected. The deck was, however, still out on the windowsill, game partially through, and when he moved closer he spotted a few that had blown outside. A familiar dread settled over him as he looked down at them, caught in flower stems and other growth that kept them from blowing farther away.

The moon was still high. Perrette was not here. She was not with the cards she carried in a little box as a gift from her lover, hand drawn with curling letters on the back. It was quiet. It was… unnaturally still, Celann realized. He stared out through the window at the road as his hand moved to the hilt of his sword. He listened. Something moved in the undergrowth behind the station and he quietly crept his way to the–open–back door.

A black hare greeted him at the threshold, a bloody, mangled carcass with its white ribs exposed to the moonlight. The smell of rot hit him and his face twisted; his sword scraped against the sheath as he drew it.

Vampire.

Celann didn't know where Perrette was, what had happened to her, but he doubted the beast would leave a display if it wasn't waiting. It hadn't left. He stared out into the woods and swallowed, listening and hearing nothing. Nothing. His heart beat a terrified rhythm behind his ribs as he stepped outside, stepping carefully over the carcass and into the night, heading hesitantly for the woodline.

He'd hardly stepped through, heel snapping dead leaves and trampling plants–sound, something BURSTING forward, a scream–

He managed to put an arm between them, elbow digging into their chest, pain, hot, claws and yellow eyes. His heel slid back in the dirt as the creature strained against him, screaming and snarling and gnashing bloody teeth inches from his face. The hot smell of blood and decay hit him in the face and suddenly there was a fist in his hair, pulling painfully and jerking his head to the side–it vanished as soon as it appeared and Celann watched the vampire stumble back, face twisted in betrayal.

His own twisted to mirror it as he stared at the disfigured visage of his sister.

Jehanne.

She was clutching one of her hands as if injured, and he noticed a small, circular brand pressed into the heel of her palm. The shape of his earring, a small piece of silver resting by his jaw.

Those two moments stretched into forever then minutes suddenly blurred–claws, pain, BEGGING, being thrown, his shoulders slamming into a tree.

Celann blinked blood from his eyes and raised himself onto a shaking arm, catching his breath as he reached for his sword. He noticed she'd torn through his sleeves; the cloth was dark and sticky with blood, and he could feel the edge of his mouth throbbing, the skin around his lips torn open with a nasty downward swing of her claws. Jehanne was pacing agitatedly, glaring down at him and spitting to herself as he pushed himself to sit in the undergrowth. His head was throbbing dizzyingly, shoulders on fire from the impact, and he could feel something hot and wet snaking its way through the short hairs at the back of his neck.

Celann staggered to his feet, leaning against the tree for support, and let out a shuddering breath as he held his sword in front of him. Trying to evaluate.

She wasn't uninjured herself, not that it did him any good; he'd mangled one of her wrists and she'd still thrown him like a doll. He'd cut and sliced and stabbed and she was standing all the same, and they shared a mutual look of despair. Some mix of emotions flashed across her face, faintly illuminated by what moonlight breached the canopy, bright eyes wide as her lips were parting and she was clawing at her face, fangs glistening, then– "But we're family!" she wailed

The world went quiet.

Realization hit him, then. Cold blood. The world became the woman in front of him. He couldn't let her leave. Horror. Couldn't let her live. Agony. She'd kill them all. Kill her first.

He wondered how many times his sister must have crept past their windows, how many nights she must have watched him from the forest. Family. She'd kill him if it meant turning him, kill them all if he couldn't stop her.

Jehanne took a step forward and spread her arms invitingly, one wrist hanging at a sickening angle. Another step when he didn't immediately move, a sweet smile on her face, then lunged–steel and blood and pain and screams. He couldn't hesitate, couldn't go easy anymore. Blood flew from his blade as he drove it into her heart–vampires need to be stabbed in the heart–once, twice, a third time. He staggered back and tensed, waiting for her to somehow still be moving, dizzy with blood loss and buzzing with adrenaline.

He distantly watched her head slump against the ground, face half pressed into the dirt; glowing yellow eyes went dim and returned to a familiar brown. He watched, paradoxically, as she regained some color, despite being dead. Dead. He looked at glassy eyes and felt far away. Trees and green growth and blood splatters came back into view, but it was someone else's view, someone else's eyes. They laughed, whoever it was, desperate and manic, and dropped his sword as he stared at his sister's corpse. Something was screaming about it, somewhere inside him, but it was far away and muffled, a mile away.

Celann stumbled on suddenly weak legs towards the nearest tree and let himself collapse to the ground against it, staring at her face until it blurred. Everything blended together, and all he knew was that he was cold. He distantly remembered he was bleeding, but the thought vanished almost instantly into the gentle fog that was clouding his mind. He shivered, he thinks, and then thinks nothing else as he sits on the forest floor beneath the moon for hours.

He doesn't register Perrette stumbling out of the watchtower, only partially realizing she was yelling at him at all, even as she knelt beside him. He came back to himself when someone was snapping incessantly in his face, when irritation managed to stir him into some faint awareness. Simon was kneeling in front of him, eyes wide with fear as he gestured at the people around him. They descended upon him, quiet and gentle as they hauled him to his feet, and as he was half dragged, half helped back to town, all Celann really noticed was that it was morning. The sky was a pale, misty yellow–sunrise. Morning. The night was over. The night was over but he would live with what happened in the dark forever.

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He had nightmares every time he managed to fall asleep, shepherded into the temple to be healed and watched over. Breathing was difficult and he assumed he was dying; he was only a little concerned at how okay with that he was. A stranger visited him on the third day after the Incident and the priestesses allowed her to feed him something from a vial, some liquid miracle that ended the worst of the night terrors and let him breathe easy.

There had been a newly made vampire den nearby, she explained when he woke again, and Jehanne had likely been taken the day she stepped out onto the road. Her voice was factual as she informed the temple they'd all been taken care of, but there was sympathy on her face as she looked down at the shadows under his half vacant eyes. She hunted vampires–and other deadra–she'd said as she left; there was something he didn't like in her tone, something knowing, as she closed the door behind her and told him she'd be staying in town for a month or two.

He was sent back home later that afternoon, back to he and Charlotte's house, but everything felt… strange. He felt like he was intruding on his own space, in his own house, in his own bed. Lotte was being patient, but the pain in her eyes when she looked at him sent a spike through his heart. Blood. Breaking bones. He supposed he deserved it after what he'd done, though even he could tell she very genuinely didn't think less of him for it. But she handled him gently and he missed her smiles, missed making her laugh. That solemn look didn't belong in her eyes.

His parents visited twice, to make sure he was healing alright, but there was a distance between them that had never been there. They'd raised Jehanne for 26 years, their daughter, you killed our daughter, what kind of man kills his own sister? It was never said, of course, but he could see it in the tension on their faces and the stiff way they held themselves near him.

They declined both times to stay for dinner.

Celann couldn't move on. His family thought he was a murderer, his fiancee was no longer living with the man she'd gotten engaged to. Something in bim broke when he thought about it, that they were supposed to be married in a few months. He'd been over the moon about it, wouldn't stop talking about it to anyone who listened, even if they weren't really, but the hush that had fallen over the house as Charlotte gave him the space he'd started needing felt like an ill omen.

Two months passed of feeling like an outsider in his own life and he was saying goodbye to her. She refused to break off their engagement, said he felt guilty and was being stupid, and as he tried to promise not to darken her door again she told him for better or for worse came before the wedding vows and if he didn't at least write to her on his trip with this mystery woman she'd find him and drag him back home like a runaway boy.

It… hadn't been what he'd planned on. He hadn't planned on returning or writing at all, had planned on removing himself entirely, no longer the man she'd intended to marry and pained at how she was caring for him. He hadn't told her about meeting the woman from the temple, either–but people talked and Lotte was good at listening, and he wasn't as surprised as he could have been. He had mixed feelings about the indefinite engagement, but if it was what she wanted he'd let her have it, like she was letting him leave because he needed to. They looked after each other like that.

Perrette, on her part, when he found her at breakfast, immediately told him through a mouthful of jam and toast where the woman from the temple was before standing and pulling him into a hug. She pressed a small wooden box and a dagger into his hands before wishing him well and telling him to hurry, because the stranger had been packing her things last she saw and getting ready to leave.

It turns out she had left, hours ago, but Celann found her waiting expectantly outside the gate just off the road. She was sitting with her own breakfast with a second placement set up for him, and he once again didn't like the knowing look in her eyes as he sat down. She explained, eventually, that she was with the Vigil of Stendarr, and had been sent with two others to investigate rumors of vampires in the area. Jehanne had been an opportune victim, out alone on the road so early in the morning; the vampire had been trying to start a clan and needed bodies to fill the seats.

He'd almost been one of them. It was a matter of hours, apparently.

Again, she assured him they were all dead and asked if he intended to join her and her companions on the road–if he had seen what chaos and danger creatures like vampires pose and wanted to take up arms against them. He didn't answer, and she didn't demand he give one; they ate together in silence again and she didn't comment on the way he'd glance back at the gate every now and then. The guard on duty would give a little wave each time, a sad look on his face, and so Celann looked less and less until he didn't look again at all. He was leaving, after all; something deep in him was different, had shaken him out of the life he'd had, and he was moving on. There wasn't room for whatever he was in the space he'd made for himself anymore.

A few nights later he would untie the ribbon around that little box Perrette had given him, far away from town, and open it to find a clumsily hand drawn set of cards with little messages penned in her handwriting on the back. He turned the fool around to see a scribbled portrait of himself amongst the scrawled decoration; the back of every queen was a rough sketch of Charlotte. He put them gently back in the box, retied the ribbon, and ignored the look Freyja gave him as he slipped it back into his bag.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, again, without a body next to him.

"For those who cherish memories of loved ones, their compassion often conceals the beast. Our compassion compels us to destroy it."

#skyrim #celann #dawnguard #writing #i really need a personal writing tag hmm #also yeah i was thinking about like. disney narrators. when the camera is showing the village or whatever #idk something new #anyway if basically everyone in skyrim is a man im making everyone in celanns backstory a woman. i make the rules #also dw about the engagement im a polyship celann truther #whos going to stop me #my last dnd character was named moore and i thought moore/less (pre/post canpaign trauma) was such a funny joke #celann went from moore to less real fast #anyway i think this was in my docs for like two months and then i wrote almost the entire thing in two days bc ao3 was down #so. my hand was forced #also im just dropping in the tags that if celann hadnt gone off on a murder journey hed have been kinda okay #but where does that leave us #no sad little man in fort dawnguard #i killed someone > im a killer > killers can only kill > i killed someone #etc its a vicious spiral #k one last extra before i forget but gunmars line at the end is what slammed the last piece of the backstory puzzle together #and the linked song is the title source #i think that covers it all #ive obsessed over every detail of this post long enough im hitting post aldnaonskw

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