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MDNI: The Far, Far Hell

Part 1

Fandom: Slime Rancher

Pairing: ???

Rating: 18 plus ish

Warnings: descriptions of decaying corpses

You are the granddaughter of Beatrix LeBeau... And her old ranch need a new sacrifice.

MDNI: The Far, Far Hell

You were Y/N LeBeau, a dreamer descendant of the one and only Beatrix LeBeau. Your grandmother was known to be one of the best rancher in the Far, Far Range since Habson. Her determination to restore the old-fashioned ranch left by her predecessor, the way she disspelled Tarr slimes with such ease and fashion that even Mrs. Miles was endeared by her dexterity (and that old lady never even smiled at someone). You were a tiny shadow in this world, waiting for the next interstellar train to take you to the planet that was left to you to take care of, to the world your grandmother once roamed in with such ease and power.

You replayed her lest message to you before she unfortunately closed her eyes too soon, nearly missing your train. Thankfully, the train conductor, old as time itself knew your mission and dragged you in himself muttering something about not wanting Beatrix’s ghost to hunt him for letting you miss the last train to the FFR this month. You searhed for your seat, placed your luggage above it after shooing someone’s pet tabby slime from it, and saw down, looking out the small, window. You always wanted to fly into space, but your parent’s havent let you, always arguing that you were too young or too naive for the world out there. That you’d get killed.

You sighed, and listened to the rest of the message as the train prepared for departure. -Where was I again? Ah yes, my first day outside the Ranch. Horrible, honey. Rad slimes kept radiating me and Rad-Boom Largos were excesively anoying… and hurtful. But nothing a good night’s rest wouldn’t have fixed. Just make sure to always check your radiation screen when in the Indigo Quarry. And so remember to always bring water with you in regions with 4+ slime types. I learned that on my own, little pink. She chuckled and thenn coughed drily as the train started to move, picking up the speed fast. You fumbled with the seatbelt and locked it in, cursing yourself for almost forgetting to.

Safety first, as Thora once told me. Do make sure to clear out Gordos in your area, those anoying slimes hog resources. If you need help with food for your slimes, contact Mochi through the comlink. She’ll exchange some for a couple slimes or plorts. Read your email and climb through the uhhh… what do they call 7zee now… EH! You got it, just make sure to be well seen in your guild. You are a LeBeau, my little pink. Act like it! You nodded along, as if your grandmother was in front of you and this was not just some prerecorded message. You felt your hair slowly starting to float around and a cold current running through the wagon.

“Our esteemed customers. We are sorry to anounce our anti-gravitational generator has shut down due to an unforseen solar flare. We will solve this issue as fast as we can. We apologise for the inconvenience and thank you for choosing Interstellar&Travel Corp. We wish you a good and safe experience on our train.”

Well, this happens sometimes, you guessed. A small child drifted off to you and noticed your video message, gasping. “Is that Mrs. LeBeau?!” A fan maybe. Your grandmother was famous after all and kept in touch with new ranchers and fans from Earth even in her later years. You nodded and offered him the other headphone to listen together with you. In exchange, the little boy offered one of his gummybears to you. You laughed to yourself. Already getting used to exchanges, aren’t you Y/N? You blinked and tried to listen again but the kid unpaused the recording.

One of the most beautiful places is the Lush, oh and the absolute bueaty that the Ancient Ruins hold… but I won’t steal too much of the experience of uncovering them from you. Bring turrets with you to the ruin, Tarr forms faster there. And if you ever decide to ranch quantums, feed them. I lost too many of them over the years when I forgot to stack the feeders and fill their tummies. They telleport whereever they want, those pesky slimes.

“Why is she talking to you though?”

“Oh! Gandma left a message for me to help me ranch easier-”

“W-wait… You’re Mrs. LeBeau’s family?!” The child shouted, bringing you in the attention of more travellers in the wagon, and especially his mother who finally found him and scholded him for leaving his seat. Aparently she was searching for him everywhere; and somehow didn’t see him with you. You saw the admiration in the boy’s eyes and made his mother agree to let him watch the recording with you until the end.

“Thanks… I’m Max, by the way.”

“Hi, Max. Y/N. You wanna find out secret family business?~”

You’re tease made little Max even more curious about Beatrix’s recording. By the way, if you see Viktor: kick. His. Pompous. ASS! That man is going to walk all over humanity for his science experiments! He’s going off the rocker faster than you’d ever guess. His daughter barely keeps him steady and convincing him not to blow off the Ring Island. Sometimes, I wish I dealt with him when I had the chance. Too late for regrets now, Bea…. Enough gloomy, more slimy. Shoot food whenever you see a gold slime, instant cash maker. Shoot chickens at Lucky slimes, they give plorts… or was it the only way around… no, no that ain’t right.

Her old age was already beginning to deteriorate her memory, albeit good for her 80s. Soon, the recording stopped and Max asked you if you’re going to make it big like your Grandma. “I don’t know kiddo. But if I do, I know there’s someone rooting for me.” You pinched his cheeck and sent him back to his mom, just as the anti-gravitational generator was put back online. Finally, the uncanny floaty feeling was gone and you could watch out the stars on the window, without the constant need to throw up.

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After 5 E-hours, you arrived at the last station of the train line – The Far, Far Range. A planet so beautiful and colourful, a place that sparks interest from the youngest people to the eldest ones you’d ever meet. It’s a wonderful place that makes your worries go away from the second you set foot on the dirtroads. You got off the train and the conductor waved at you. “Good luck, Miss Lebeau! Write us whenever you can!” Beatrix was right, he was such a nice old mush.

You followed old signs, with patterns instead of words, and pictures you memorised since you first learned how to speak. You rolled your luggage through vthe terminal, and got on some alley you didn’t recognised. Suddenly, a Rock slime jumped and smacked you heard in the head, its pointy, rocky exterior wounding the back of your head. It hurt, badly and you were bleeding already. It tried to jump at you again but a misterious figure vacumed it and stopped it from hurting you once more.

“Are you alright, little girl?” The misterious man asked, his voice hoarse and… inhuman. Tall and scarry, covered by a large coat and his head hidden with an old-style fedora, you couldn’t see the man that saved you, bu you were thankful. As you tried to explain yourself to him and ask for directions, he walked you to a nearby safespot and partched you up. His hands were covered by thick leather gloves, stylish and out of fashion – those hands albeit large and looking scarry were very gentle with you and tenderly pat your head.

You couldn’t help yourself but blush at this interaction with the stranger. You often received help from others, why was this time so different? Why did he have such an effect over him? “LeBeau’s old Ranch?! Then what are you doing here, you silly little girl? This is the most dangerous part of the Overgrowth!” He sounded not pissed, not angry, but concerned for you and your safety here. Danger… all the danger you knew of was the Slime Ocean and the Tarr, but neither those were going to kill you instantly. Slimes were more aggressive than you though, so maybe this man knew more than you – of course he would, he is living here after all.

“Come with me, I will drive you to the ranch you seek. Call me which name you wish…”

“Thank you, Mr. You can’t even believe how thankful I am that you’re helping me. I’m such an airhead. Y/N, by the way.”

You extended your hand to shake his, and he took it. Cold… his hand was cold despite being gloved in a warm autumny weather. You shuddered a bit earning a deep chuckle from the stranger. He began walking and you stuck close, not wanting to get surprise-attacked by any other slimes. And I thought Rock slimes were nice slimes… Mr. Black – as you decided to call him from his chromatic choice both in clothes and vac and car – started to ramble about stupid noobie ranchers not feeding their slimes in time and keeping them starved for more revenue. “Brutes, if you ask me. Start up your vaccum as fast as you can and if you need anything, count on me-”.

In the car, some old RaptopCorp Range Roamer, he gave you his contact. The Dry Reef Micro Ranch, comlink no. 77362. Contact for suply shortage and feral slime rage. The last part terrified you… “What’s feral slime rage?” “A disease, though many call it Tarr. A disgraceful name if you ask me. Those slimes are sick and in need of help, not needing to be killed.” What?! You couldn’t believe your ears! This man was insane, believing there was anything worth saving in Tarr slime formations. But, you nodded along and told him you’ll contact him if you ever saw a Tarr- pardon, sick slime.

“Mr. Black…”

“Yes, little one?”

“Why did you help me?”

He chuckled and continued to dirve, uphill, almost to the ranch your grandmother Beatrix owned. “Because I see a good heart in you.” That made you blush oncce again, gosh why were you acting like this; you were a grown adult, going to be a rancher soon and you were crushing on a collegue like a fucking schoolgirl on a jock. Mr. Black was a good man, you were sure of it. Maybe a bit weird, and coo-coo but he seemed to have good intentions to help new ranchers around the place. Your thoughts were interrupted by the screechy breaks of the Raptor when you reached a broken down gate, chowed at by a ravenous and hungry Pink-Rock Largo, long forgotten here.

“Stay inside-” His tone was firm, leaving no room for interpretation. And you obeyed. You stayed in his car, looking through the windshield at how he activated his vaccum and sucked at the largo, carrying it out of range like it weight nothing. He was so strong, and so hot doing it- No, Diana, don’t do this. The voice from the train returned and you were now sure whose it was. But you brushed it off as your imagination this time. You heard a loud crash, as Mr. Black reversed-vac the largo into the distant mountains.

“Ok, you’re good to come out, little girl.” He opened the passenger seat for you and let you take yout bags from the back as he looked over the run down property. He let out a low wistle seeing how The Ranch was more like The Ratched. “I will stay the night with you. There is no way you can survive alone here with even your house being run down…” This man had a mission to kill you with embarrassment or something?! Did he take great pleasure in making you flustered? You couldn’t stay 5 minutes near him without your face heating up and your brain going mush and you were supposed to survive a whole night; may the Ancient Ones have mercy on you.

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Once settled in, Mr. Black began repairs on the house almost too effortlessly, preprogrammed even. You guessed he did this a lot, seeing how skilled he was. You floated around him, giving him toold in hand or carrying small bags of concrete to him for the base of the house. He was so helpful and he wasn’t even asking for something in return. He was teaching you so many things about the ranch and how to take care of it, you almost second guessed your decission to help him. Please, Y/N, don’t trust him. But you trusted him too much. Maybe it was your stupid crush on the man, or the fact he was your knight in shining armour in this world; but Gods he could tell you to jump into the Slime Sea and you would.

He made sure to wire back up the plort market system, so you can sell off and make some profit. “You’ll do just fine. Be patient and wait for the price to go us a lot before selling.” You nodded and carried some boxes inside. The house was small, having just a bed a lavoratory corner and one, tall, thin, wooden dresser. Mr. Black gave you one last tip before going back to his own ranch; yet you did want him to stay in case of being lonely.

Back on Earth you had your family to talk to, or if not, at least a friend or two. Here you were alone, with slimes everywhere and little to no clue where to actually start. You did save up some money in your piggy bank before coming here, but due to conversion, you were stuck with barely enough for food and safe to drink water. Why safe? Because most water in the wilds of this planet is either contaminated from Rad slimes or is made out of meelted Water plorts (which btw, if NOT safe to drink unfiltered, and filtration is very expensive). You sighed and sunk on the ground, letting the warmth of a setting sun soothe you for now. The smell of rotten fruit filled your nosedrills. You haven’t yet checked if there was something in the old crates your grandmother long forgotten in this house.

Once you got up on your knees and crawled to one, you opened it and the sweet, sweet musky sceent of rotten fruit filled the entire house. What you guessed onnce was a Poggofruit was noe only mushy, almost liquid mold trying to eat away at the reinforced crate. Who knew Granny LeBeau would be so nasty about hogging resources. Hogging…! You remembered she always had a certain love for hogging and keeping things “just in case”. You ran around the Ranch and found a terribly ruined silo next to the remains of a lab. How did you know it was a lab? There was a sign, almost new, saying it was a lab and to keep away.

You looked at the silo and spotted one single carry bay containing plorts. You haven’t actually seen this ones yet. Not in any of the research your grandmother deducted anyways, but it was muddy looking, a pale and sad beige that maybe once was brown. It looked odd to say the least. You pulled out your beginer vaccum and decided to give it a try. So right is deposit and left is suction- Of course, of course. Said and done, you took the 56 plorts out and your screen read ‘Saber Plorts x56’. Saber plorts? You haven’t heard of those in a hot while. One of the old types, you guessed. But if made good money~

You sold every last one and got a bit over 5k on them. Good bussines, for now. You went online and purchased a full stacked coral and some gardening suplies, just like you were taught how to. They’d arrive tomorrow though, so you has to be patient.

Suddenly, an allarm rang through the hills and mountains of your region, and your bloor ran cold in your veins. The hairs on your arm stood up and you heard a deaf ring in your ears instead of the ominous siren. What type of emergency can even occur in a world like this?! You were glued in your spot next to the Plort Market terminal, not so far from your house when you tilted your head up just a smidge and you saw something in the distance. And IT saw you too. You don’t know when, you don’t know how, you were the in the raptor, with a pissed off Black next to you. I mean you guessed he was pissed, because you couldn’t see his face.

“I… I’m sorry-”

“For what? For shooting water at me?”

You were. Because you were scared, you thought you saw a Tarr, you sweared you saw a Tarr, so you acted on instinct and shoot water at the thing that was running towards you like crazy. That wasn’t running, that was the Raptor. The small Tarr you shot was actually Mr. Black in the distance. You headshot him (good aim, bae) and made him trip over. Of course, anyone would feel sorry for doing such a thing. But you never thought he would become so-

“I’m surprised you aren’t screaming in fear, running away-”

“You came to save me from them right? It means you’re different.”

The Raptor suddenly stopped, the gas went on too quickly. Maybe the line to the motor was chewed on by some subspecies of Tarr or- og yes. I forgot to actually say it outloud. Mr. Black is actually a Tarr. You couldn’t understand why, how nothing. But he wasn’t feral and he wasn’t going to eat you. He was helping you, and you shot him. He still felt the need to hide himself from you, clearly still uncomfortable with you knowing his true identity and how he looks like. In your head, instead of the big, tall, misterious man you thought laid in that coat; now laid a big, chubby, droopy Tarr slime. The image almost made you giggle. Almost… because if the situation wasn’t so bad right now, you would’ve.

He took your hand in his and both of you ran into his ranch. Which was basically just a buncker with a coral and some lab suplies. He locked the door and let loose of his hat, showing off his face for the first time. You didn’t know how to describe it, but the shiver that ran down your spine was enough to make up for your lack of words. Dark, yet the cuts and wounds he had sufferend during the years were dusted by shiny, oil like colours. Pinks and greens mixing and plashed with a beautiful sky blue, swirlls that moved in a dance on his skin, giving the efect of liquid. Never stopping, never backing down, And like liquid, he moved and secured everything, starting up his main computed and camera systems. “I apologise, little one, but I am a bit jumpy after starting a fake emergency.”

A what?!

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You woke up in an underground lair, a skeleton next to you. And you knew that skeleton, you knew the jaket that somehow remained on it like a creepy reminder of who they were once. The stench was horrible, the sour and sweet scent of decaying meat and dried blood, the chunks of kin with few strings of teal hair, grayed by time and dusted by experienced circled the meat-baring skeleton. I told you not to trust him, little Pink.

Just like clockwork, Mr. Black opened the hatch on the ceiling and descended into the underground lair, coming straight to you and grabbing you by your chin roughly forcing you to look in his egg-white eyes. “No more sweet words, my dear? Don’t tell me I scared you thiss badly…” But you nodded, you couldn’t help yourself but nodded at his horrid monologue, the stench coming from him now more clear, the putrid petrolium and the plort waste was clear in the air. Why didn’t you realise it until now, you didn’t know. Why didn’t you listen to your grandmother desperately talking to you over the wall of death, you didn’t know. All you understood was that you were stupid to believe a stranger so dearly and even feel more for him than you should’ve.

“You are the reason why granny Bea died… She wasn’t sick-”

“She was, little one. She got infected because of staying close to me, so I liberated her like she killed my siblings, my parents and every other Tarr-” He tried to contain his anger within. “Appologies, my little one. I get angry when I remember the ones she took from me. But I someone different in you, I see… a good woman in you nothing like your family. You aren’t a LeBeau, you are mine.”

>>>To be continued in part 2<<<

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MDNI: Let the Crows Hit the Floor

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Major animal death, psichological terror and torture, demons being demons, oral sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, mentions of blood and sadism

Needed to lock in and write something for Luci. May you be forever our terror-bringer at night, father.

    The House of Lamentation was quiet this morning, something you weren't used to at all since arriving here. Usually the mornings are not noisy; no, no - that is an understatement of the amount of chaos demons can make from sunrise to sundown. Sometimes from sunrise to sunrise - but alas, chaos was missing today. Even Lucifer was calm and collected in his study room after giving you a night terror. Usually when he does make you dream of horrors, he's there to comfort you. Of course, you found out he can control the phychhe of another person only months after this, and after what happened with Luke.

    You changed into your R.A.D. uniform and went downstairs, expecting everyone to be at the table already eating without you. But they weren't. The black walnut table of 8 and fitted chairs with blood red upholstery, subtly embroided with golden thread. You tuned on the light, only part of the main chandelier turning on - you'd have to leave it be, it was not your house to deal with and if the brothers did not care if thier electrical was busted up, who were you to tell them what to do. You opened the fridge and grabbed yourself some leftovers from the night before when Satan made some good, savory ragu pasta. You microwaved some, not carring you were eating literal dinner at 8 AM. As you set the microwave, your D.D.D. rang. Mammon

    "You're in trouble, kid. Lucifer's gonna blow a gasket right now if you don't fucking get to R.A.D."

    "But it's 8 AM? My classes start at 9-"

    "Did your clock stopped ticking?! It's 09:38, human-" He mubmles something and rustles through his bag. "Look, I'll be there in 10 minutes to pick you up, be ready."

    Oh, oh this was not good at all now, was it? How and when did your clock stop working; and most importantly, why did no one bothered to wake you up? You quickly rushedd to grab your bag and put on your shoes, totally forgetting about your leftovers breakfast. Your head suddenly began to hurt and you began to hear bells in your ears, the sound getting more and more clear as you got to the door. You turned around on instinct and saw a dead crow in the middle of the hallway, right on the iluminated part of the persan rug sitting by the Wenge wood staircase. It's bloody corpse was painting the once colorful and vibrant rug into a myriad of reds and browns and blacks. It was horrible, it was disgusting. It was a warning yet again. 

    The door slamed open and a very stressed out Avatar of Greed stood next to you. "Move your ass, Y/N-" He stared at it, he saw it - so you knew you weren't going crazy. Funny really, because how much more can the human psyche take before it is too late, before you go completely off the grid and fall into insanity. You were constantly reminded again that this was not some friendly people you were staying with, that this was not a normal exchange program - this was Hell at its finest and most unhinged form ever. Mammon tugged at your arm roughly. "Come on, we'll use it as an excuse. Maybe he'll understand and give you a lighter punishment for it, I don't know" He was blabbering, he was stalling; but he was right. Maybe you could use it against Lucifer, as long as not the eldest brother himself decided to play a crude joke on you and spawn it there to laugh at you.

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    You were once again in Lucifer's office, the dark atmosphere suffocating you. The walls were breathing the air you deserved and needed to stay alive with, his magic was strong and uncontrolled when he was angry. Or maybe he wanted to scare you even more - the candle holders that hung on the walls, the ones you swear were hold there by screws bigger than two of your fingers, began to fall one after the other as you walked to his desk. You walked past a holder - it fell. You stopped for just a second before hearing the wooden floor groan at you for staying too long in one spot - He was urging you further into the room, wasn't he? The air began to feel hotter and hotter as you sat on one of the grey-blue floral armchairs in front of his desk and held your head low. He stood up from his chair and went to one of the windows, looking outside the small stained glass pane that was still not covered by some kind of dark cloth. "I was scared you might've gotten into trouble on your way to academy - but no. You just overslept." He finally turned to you, his once bright red eyes now dark and sore "You made me worry for you oversleeping - silly human...." He was too calm. Way too calm. "But I know I over did it with the dead crow when you were already stressed- Are you now?"

    "No...?"

    "Good... Come here"

    He made you come closer to himself, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he brought you closer to him, now your back aligned with the Avatar of Pride. Now, the eldest was known to be very criptic and weird about his feelings, the only feeling that he wasn't afraid of showing you being his anger. After all, it was so powerful that it created another sin, another person all in all. "Do you see those beautiful birds sitting on that statue right there?" Crows. They were crows. You oppened your mouth to protest before your felt him digging his claws in your shoulder, his talons going past the thick, plushy linen of your uniform. The birds fell - no... jumped off the statue like they had been brainwashed to be on a suicide mission, their bodies hitting the floor in a a terrifing symphony of broken bones and people that were unfortunate enough to be in the yard screaming in terror, knowing who was responsible for this. 

    "Never lie to me, my dear... I know all your fears, all your doubts, all your thoughts. Even now I know that you want to run away screaming bloody murder and crying... imagining your family saving you and scooping you out of this place. Stop  lying to yourself."

    He was right, they weren't going to come after you, not now. Not when they knew and thought you were away in some normal exchange program. They never knew you were in Hell, living the punishment of a lifetime instead of marily going out with your friends. But no, you were in the hands of one of the most terrifying demons in the whole Hell, one of the demons that was there when the earth was created, together with the other realms. It wouldn't be long until he will get bored of you, get tired of your terrified screams at night and will just end it for you. but isn't death one of the best liberations in a life of suffering? That is one of the demon philosophies you learnt since coming here. If you die, you are free - if you get trapped in Limbo tho... That's a question for another time, my dear reader. 

    "How about we continue this conversation at home, my dear" There it was, dragging your fate and your punishment so long, making you doubt yourself, making you oveerthink the things that he does. You lerned very quickly that him simply tying up Mammon by the chandelier was childs play when it came to tortures - maybe that's why the main lightsource in the House of Lamentation is broken. This could be the reason why they don't get it fixed; it's a reminder to all of them what tiny thing could happen to them if they misbehaved. "Y/N, I might be a patient man but even I have my own limits-" "Yes, sir" "Good, human." He let go of you completely and you began to run away like a madman, not caring what was in front of you, not caring of the things or people you hit, you just wanted to get as far away from him as you possibly could. 

    But you did bump into some other demon, Tdhu. He wasn't the happiest that you did, but knowing that the corridor you were running out of lead only to Lucifer's and Diavolo's offices, he shut up and muttered for you to be more careful next time. You were looking around yourself desoriented and breathing as ragged as someone who just ran 3 marathons without a break, or like Belphegor when he tries to go up the stairs into his room. The hallway was spinning with you in it, and the beige and cream colors of the aged marble around you spinned into an endless spiral of hurt and death. You fell to the ground, much alike the crows outside and sobbed into the palms of your hands. He was a cruel, cruel man.

    Lucifer was a cruel demon; so why did you love him?

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    You dreaded the moment when you'll get out of the classroom, your last course ending just about the same time that Lucifer get's off of work in the office - what were the chances. "Human, the class is over. I need to lock the auditorium, please get out." Not even the voice of your Hexes and draconic spells professor could make you exit the god forsaken room - "Or I will have to write up a complaint to the Student Board" - meaning Lucifer. Because all complains had to go through him first. Just great, even more problems that you could avoid. You nodded along and got your stuff. "I don't have all night to do this, Y/N-"

    As soon as you exited the room, you saw Lucifer waiting near a vending machiene. Most likely for his victim, most likely for you.

    "Finally decided to pack up and come home?"

    "Sorry, I was behid copying from-"

    "I believe I have told you to stop lying. Try again..."

    "I... I was avoiding you."

    You heard him chuckle slightly as he literally teleported to your side, holing his arm for you to hold onto it. "I think I bared my fangs enough for you today, little human." Maybe he was feeling a bit guilty for it and was trying to make it up to you. But let's be hones there, it could be as well just a way for him to make you doubt yourself more and more and- before you knew it, you two were walking back home. The well-known route that was now burned into your retinas, into your very being as you did not dare stray from it (especially because you needed to pass Rue Black-3, a street known to catch you and push you out of reality into some backup load of the world - a cheap and terrifying copy of Devildom and the human world joined together) was now blurry and unknown. But you were grounded by the fact that you were with Lucifer now, your hands sinking into the first bourne's arm like your life depended on it. Maybe it depended on it - who knows.

    He was walking much more slower than usual, his tall form allowing him to easily be 6-7 paces in front of you normally. Now, he was barely making a step to match with your pace, your mortal pace, that for some reason his crimson eyes were trying to learn by heart. Why? Why was the Avatar of Pride so obssesed with you?! It was driving you mad how he let no one get near you, how he controlled most of your intinerary, how he watched you as you slept-

    "It's because I take care of what is mine. I thought you knew that by seeing how I tend to my dear Cerberus."

    Ah yes, his dear Cerberus. The most deadly hellhound- wait a second. Why did he answer, how-?! "You forget I can read minds, my dear. Don't worry too much, all that you dream of is also known" His voice dropped and got slightly rougher saying it, the intention behind it being very clear to you. You go to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer unlocking the dusty iron gate, indicating none of his brothers were home yet since usually they did not lock the front gate if not all were home. You followed him inside, kicking your shoes off by the front door and dashing ot the staircase to go to your room. You couldn't even think near him unless you wanted him to read your mind. Privacy? In this house? Never.

     You went to your room, the air feeling very stiff and stale, dusty even. You should clean the room later on, the ashy winds of Devildom were again picking on you who has forgotten to close the window before leaving. You took off your uniform, and as you changed into something more comfortable, you eyed the crow sitting on the bay balcony, picking on some crumbs left there from your breakfast when you ate some pastries looking out the window. A crow, of all bird. It was Lucifer's most likely. You went closer, and as it did not fly away, it was more clear. But you weren't angry with the bird; no, no, no... You were angry with Lucifer. You pet the little head gently, it's grumbly coo making you smile slightly. Crows were so pretty, and docile - unlike many say; because unless you show hostility towards them, they'll be a 'sky puppy' (Copyright @20XX Mammon The Great). It ruffled its feathers a bit and cowed, flying away in the night. Maybe you should consider leaving some pastry crumbs for the little thing once in a while.

You unpacked your bag for the day, and saw that one of the books had a small piece of paper tucked in the cover. Taking it and unfolding it, you already knew who was so old fashioned to leave notes. And that someone happened to have his room on the end of the corridor and a skeleton hanging to the wall. Not to mention… his name was Lucifer. You shouldn’t feel afraid of him so much – you already took your punishment today. Twice, might I add. You sighed and decided to read it – it was sweet, to sweet in fact, to ever be written by the Avatar of Pride. But being the eldest handwritting, you could take a wild guess that Asmodeus stuck his little tail in your business again, copying his brothers writing style. After all, it would not be the first time the lusty demon did something like this to encourage certain relationships between people.

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You found yourself walking to the eldest son’s room, in the middle of the night, on an ashy one at that. There were a lot of superstitions risen from the old demons and first sinners about nights such as this – that no man should venture out of the comfort of their room; as The GreatDemon King might swoop you off your feet and place you lead to his army of slaves. Who knows, it might be true. And counting on the fact you knew Diavolo was not enough of safety, you brought along a small piece of amber that Satan gave you after your pact with him. “For good meassure. Though I never pray, I do pray the day you need to use this never comes, human.” His words were embaded in your brain, repeating it to yourself before reaching the door you desired.

The air was stiff, even stiffer than you thought and there was a slow, cold gast of air coming from underneath the door, chilling your toes and making you question why you weren’t wearing slippers. You knocked once, you knocked twice and you didn’t have the time to knock a third time before Lucifer opened the door and stared at you confusesd. “You should be sleeping, my dear. Why are you here?” The little petname did nothing less than make your words die in your throat as the demon brother put an arm around your shoulders and guided you inside, closing the door.

“Have I never told you about the Change of Ash?”

“You all did, but-”

“I know why you’re here… and no, Asmodeus did not write the letter, nor did he tell me what to write in it. It was simply how I felt after our pact together, human.”

Well, at least now you knew that he was being truthful about his feelings. Lord, not even the Senatoa would make him admit his feelings for a human so easily. Not in an eternity at least. You smiled and took out a folded piece of paper. “Well, it would’ve been unfair not to give you my own, no?” He looked surprised, his right hand finding its way to his heart, just to feel the low pulse of his soul to make sure this was not some night vision or weird lucid dream from meditating so much. But it wasn’t. You risked a bit coming out of your safespace just to give him words on a paper.

He gently took the piece of paper from you and not even a few rows in he chuckled, noticing your response. It was complementary to his – a response, or a plus ultra to his feelings were yours. It was a sweet, foolish little gesture of yours. And no, I am not talking about you writing it in red glitter pen and drawing a little demon on the back; but I am talking about you giving him this letter on this specific night.

“Then, would it be selfish of me to ask you to spend the night with me, my dear?”

“No… not at all, Luci-”

“Tsk-” He furrowed his brows and folded back the paper “-you’re never going to let that go, no?”

No. No you’ll never let it go, as you loved the way that the eldest son flustered and even forgot his line of thought when you called him that. For some reason, you were the only one allowed to call him that… “My little Y/N. Never leave me, or I will break the soul of the one who steals you from me”. A sweet gesture for a demon, a terrifing one for a human.

That’s Lucifer for you.

Even if you were reluctant, spending a night with the Avatar of Pride must’ve not been that bad right? He was known to be collected and stoic to the public. Yet you knew his cruelty went beyond any fangirl though his sadism reffered to. He toyed with your mind for so long, that the decay of flesh and the metalic smell of blood became too known to you, some even not scaring you. He tortured your heart and pulled you closer one day only for the next to treat you like trash and the day after that to pamper you.

That’s Lucifer for you.

He was gentle now, though. Walking with you to the bed and both of you sitting down together. You were awkward about it, he could tell and so the eldest places a hand on your back and slowly paat you in comfort. He wanted you to feel safe with him, not be afraid of him. But could you? To be loved is to be healed and cherished and if this was his way of showing it, then you’d take it, snatch it, burry it in your backyard so no other can find it.

That’s Lucifer for you.

And as the two of you inched closer, your lips met softly. Lucifer’s lips were so cold but their unexpected softness comforted you and made the chills running down your spine calm and burry within you. He was playing nice tonight, only nipping slightly at your bottom lip with him front teeth, carefull to not slash your lip with his all-too-sharp fangs. If you didn’t knew better, you’d think that those fangs were sharpened even more but we all knew that they were his, strong and unforgiving when biting. You whimpered and melted in his arms as you allowed your tongues to meet through parted lips. Your need was growing, and the air around you thickened with warmth and the itchy want of touch. It was an almost unknown feeling that if once felt was souly forgotten after your arrival in the Devildom. And Lucifer knew how to awaken it.

He finally broke the kiss, allowing you to take a deep breath. You haven’t even realized when you were running out of air in your lungs – how silly to forget such a thing, my dear. But he didn’t mind your negligent self today, quite the contrary: it made his hunger grow even more, his need for you matching yours for him and for a moment, the time stood still as your bory hit the soft, deep blue matress, with your head just under a fluffy pillow. “It would be a lie to tell you that I’ll stop tonight from anything, my dear. I need you.” To be fair, it would’ve been a lie to tell him you wanted him to stop at any point. And you let yourself numb in his arms, as cold hands found their way to your pijama bottoms.

Lucifer took off your clothes like he was programmed to. Only the sight of you undress infront of him made him stop for a second and take in your beauty. And what a beauty indeed: soft and warm skin, that silky hair and those gorgeous eyes, he saw everything he desireed in you for so long. “I don’t think it’s too fair only for one of us to be naked, Luci-” He sighed and hushed you. “Let me take you in, Y/N. Can’t a man look at the person he so loves?” You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss. Amusing how even in situations like this your little gremlin giggle showed up. He loved that laugh of yours. Bur tonight, he’d also love to hear another sound you’d make for him and only him.

You arched your back slightly when you felt one finger circle slowly over your sore, plumpy clit. You let out a mony sigh and let him take control of the situation. Lucifer moved that finger lower, prodding at your entrance, the sweet, sweet pain of almost pushing it inside making you see stars. He continued for a few moments before stoppping completely. You wanted to protest, but your words died right on your lips, as you shot him a glare and was he was also undressing. Apology accepted, one might believe.

“You’re staring”

“And you’re hot-”

You felt a wave of embaressment and an uncomfortable heat rising to your face as you said that, but your bliss-blinded comment was met by a kiss on the forehead from the Avatar of Pride. You smiled, the comfort of behaving just the way you are, despite everything.. “Now do let me hear you tonight my dear. I always loved quiet, but your voice is far more apetizing.” He hoisted your legs up, holding you by the waist so high that you were practically just shoulders on the bed. He gave your pussy one long, tantalizing lick, his tongue grazing your most sensitive skin. It was rough, almost sandpaper like, it made you whimper and Lucifer loved that.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already”

Indeed you were, but who wouldn’t be under the touch of a demon like this one. You bucked your hips up, urging him to continue. “Are you telling me what to do? Naughty woman-” He spanked your ass hard and you twitched, moaning out a slight protest. He smiled slightly and bit down right nect to your core. Torture, this was torture but Lord, did you feel good. He teased you, bit you, licked you, bringing you to your edge only to stop and spank you once more. The eldest was dragging it on, just to see how much you can take before begging him to fuck your mind out. And he was a patient man.

“Tsk- want it already?~” Why can he read minds, the fucker-

Despite being an absolute sadist about you finishing, he let your hips down, letting you rest your back for a bit. A firey pain shoot through your spine, the prior position definitely not that comfortable, but the pain was hidden and subdued due to the pleasure he gave you.

“Lucifer-”

“Hush, dear… Let me look at you, let me devour you!”

He leaned over you and bit your neck roughly, way too roughly that any hickey you either experienced or expected. He wasn’t holding back anymore, as his fangs pierced your skin and he tasted your blood. Not metalic, not that deep muddy red you were used to, but when he pulled away slightly you saw a bright beautiful red droplet of blood running from the left corner of his mouth downwards. Lucifer placed a hand right oveer his bite, a whine escaping your throat. He squeezed slightly as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Hm…?~ Scared?”

“No… never of you, not from now on at least.”

Good, you were getting used to it, used to his treatment of you, of his way of showing his affection, his love. You understood him, and he loved you even more for it. When he finally pushed himself inside on your needy core, you moaned loudly and he whispered something almost incoherent. But you knew, you knew well what he said. Not forgiving, not waiting anymore, he already was thrusting into you roughly, your mind going blanck. It was moments like this that you were not thinking, anything you did being solely on instinct and the raw need for one another.

You were his, he was yours. And if the absolute scarring that would result from his mating bite was not sign enough, your strangled, moany screams of his name surely were a confirmation of your belonging to the eldest. Lufier, the sadist that he was, the mindreading sadist that he was would stop and pull out of you just when you needed a couple more seconds to come and slap you harshly across the face. “Not yet, my sweet, not yet.”

Tender kisses on the bite mark, still pulsating and open, would make you sob a bit and only then, he’d resume and push into you again. Drawing out your need like this was Lucifer’s most desired amusement. Your mind went completely blank at some point, and you couldn’t even moan something anymore, the almost animalistic sounds of pleasure you let out being confirmation he should end it. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up closer to him and picking up the pace a slightly before feeling you squeeze around him and finishing with a moany sob. He held you tight, fucking you in your after glow until he finally reached his limit and pulled out, his seemen coating both your lower abdomens.

“Lucifer-”

“Hush, dear. Not yet… not yet~” He silenced your attept at a protest for not claiming you completely and finishing inside you, pulling you down in bed with him. “Enough for you tonight, Y/N, rest my silly one.” He chuckled as he pulled the covers over both of you. You made a mental note to put salt in his coffee tomorrow instead of sugar-

“Ahem!”

“Sorry…”

“Apology accepted, little crow.”

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Typewriter - The Earth is Breathing

Fandom: Ben 10

Pairing: Vilgax x Reader

Rating: safe (4 this chapter); 18+ overall

Sinop.:

-Ch 1-

You can't feel your legs

You walk alone

Space is your saviour.

Chapter list (coming soon)

Meeting with a certain someone and him offering his help was not on your bucket list for this cataclysm. Maybe he is truthful to his beliefs and was just misunderstood this whole time. Maybe he wishes to use you as a pawn.

But unless you will try to understand him and trust him, you'd achieve nothing.

 "Unicronus Terra is very angry with you"

    Both you and your father tried to restart the car, make a U-turn and fuck off from that spot there and then, but the damned thing did not want to move. "Y/Y, stay ducked on the floor and not a sound. Maybe he did saw you in the car yet." You wanted to protest. You might have been only a young adult, but you knew better than to leave a powerless, unarmed man take on The Conquerer of Nine Worlds all alone. It was clear though, Leonard meant bussines and was not asking you as a father to obey, he was ordering you as a commander would a fresh private. And you did, quickly ducking your head and lowering yourself on the rough carpets - it smelled like dried bubblegum and motor oil on the floor. You held your breath and your heart skipped a beat as your father opened the front door and went outside to face the Chimeran warlord. 

    Time stood still, and you couldn't really hear anything  outside because of the airtight seal he had installed in the windows being your curse to uncertainty right now. But, as you did not feel any treppidation, or blood curling shatters. You wanted to get out and help your father go hand to hand against the fucking giant alien octopus... squid... whatever the fuck this man was! But your thoughts were interrupted by your own father hectically opening the door and getting in the drivers seat, stopping there for a moment. "Honey... get back on your seat and buckle up. We're going to follow that fucking alien."

    "But, dad... He's Vilgax-"

    "I am aware, honey."

    And so, you were now following Vilgax through the forestry path. Him of all people, a warlord that saught fear in any speecies that he had conquered in his lifespan of 3000 years (well, human years, considering he is still quite young for a Chimeran), and that he was you know... evil. But, you couldn't bring yourself to yank the steering wheel from your father and turn the car around and fuck off into the hurizon. 

    After some time, you noticed that same veiny and puss-filled ramifications nearby and you panicked. Their soft purpleish glow broke the early evening atmsosphere, the sun setting only adding to their ominuous glow. They pulsed gently as they made their way to your car, slithering on the ground and inching closer and closer. You swallowed drily as your throat itched for a cry of terror. Leonard, albeit terrified, continued to follow the warlord. The car was a temporary shield for you and your father, and VIlgax knew that; he knew that the veins would finally catch your scent and try to break the vehicle to get to the both of you. What a loss for him to have had a beautiful thrin flower right in his palm, only for it to wither and decay right there and then before his red eyes. The conquerer moved slower, matching his speed to the one your father was currently using with the car. 

    You didn't realised it, you didn't question who when and how, but you were outside of the car running ot him; with your father's voice shouting after you. Funny, wasn't it? Running to the warlord that you grew up afraid of, to see what? That he was ok? This is not some romance book honey, this is real life. You were outside, breathing in the stale smell of spores, seeing the pulsing veins not so far away from you. For some unknown reason, they ceased attack, like a little respirro before a horrifying attack over you. 

    One might ask themselves Why wouldn't you just use 3rd gear and a speed greater than 30 km/h? You see, whatever this anomaly was, it was terribly angered by fast movements. If a small ball was to be thrown to one of them, the poor plastic toy couldn't even get to them before getting impaled by several sharp monoliths. Of course, the being that began to corrupt the world would eventually understand there is no human flesh in it, and leave it alone. What is even more concerning is that some veins knew the smell and taste of flesh - human flesh - and so, you and your father walking normally outside might set it off the wrong way and get in conflict or... worse... 

    "Stop the engine... I sense something amiss-"

    Damned be his "I'm better than you" talking - Leo stopped the engine almost imediately and turned to you with a worried expression. "When we talked about the anomally for the first time what did I tell you, sport?" "To not worry...?" "Worry-"

    His tone, the fact that Vilgax was stressed about something looking left and right for any sign of a monolith or other abnormality nearby and that you were kilometers and kilometers away from home, from your family, from your friends. You put your headphones in again and started Patelliday's Log 32 for the thousand time that day. Hearing uncle 'Day's voice always made you feel calmer, so why now did it panic you even more than you already were? Time stood still, as the recording ended and you found yourself staring foreward, through the windshield.

    Before you could register what was happening, you let out a scream that could make any singer envious of you. A monolith struck the large alien in his left shoulder, making him stumble back one step. He let out an anoyed sigh and grabbed the cristalized shard tightly with one of his hands and shattered it with little effort. You winced seeing Vilgax get a better grip at the part of the monolith still stuck in his shoulder and pull it out with a growl, that somehow got through the airtight windows of your father's car. Light blue liquid started to pool from the wound and  you saw him lean on a nearby tree to take a breather. You never saw someone being pierced by a monolith before; objects and testers sure... but not an actual breathing person (testers was what you and your father called dead humans or human parts you threw to test if there were monoliths nearby). And so, you would never know what would happen. Was he going to die? Was he going to be ok or get corrupted? you weren't sure... and that was what made you worry. 

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    At some point you woke up on some weird test table of sorts. It was cold, the feeling of freezing seeping into your skin, your naked unprotected skin. You tried to toss and turn around in the metal bed but you couldn't. And worse, you couldn't feel or move your legs. You began to sob quietly, remembering the stupidity in your actions before the world around you went blank. A warm hand gently pat your head. "Awake, sport? You gave me quite the fright, Y/N..." Your loving father was by your bedside, gently trying to comfort you, as silent panic ate at your heart.

    "Dad, be honest... did I lose my legs?

    "Your legs...?"

    He gently lifted the bedsheet for you in a corner for you to see that, in fact, your legs were still there pretty much. Just sore and hurting from the time you spent lying down in The Hammer's medbay. Apparently, the warlord and your father somehow managed to get to the ship together with an entranced you. Right after arriving, Vilgax set you up in the decontamination chamber for quite a while, and now you were on oxigen treatment for the spores you inhaled. "And why am I naked then?" "You don't wanna know..." Well that was so very comforting father, thank you for your impecable assistance in making us even more confused.

    An hour after waking up, you were allowed to get up on your own, and walk around for a bit. You borrowed a jacket from your father to put over some of your clothes, since it was very cold in Vilgax's ship, and poor you never thought of packing one in the haste you left in. Generators, batteries, portable military radios, guns and weapons of various things - but God forbid a woman wants to bring an extra hoodie when the world is crumbling appart! You weren't really going to far from either the medbay or your father, as the ship was filled with robots and drones and automatons that did not necessarily knew you. What if they would think you're some kind of intruder and try to neutralize you?

    But humans, the curious beings that they are - and which you are too - always questions and explore anything and everything they can. You ventured a bit into the ship, trying to push the limits you were allowed and trying to see how much of the gigantic aircraft you could memorize on your own. "Tiny one, I thought you were supposed to still be recuperating... and not to say-" You felt a large clawed hand grab you around your waist "You shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong" You quickly turned around to be met face to genuflected knee with the Chimeran warlord. To be honest, he was big - but he did look bigger in person. 

    You were a bit lost as you stared up at him. You got a closer look at the alien, his vermillion eyes feeling empty, no intention underneath them - not a malicious one neither one means. "Only because you are imune to the infection outside does not mean you should feel like the ruller of my ship! Go back to the medbay." You mustn't be told twice, as you were in the medbay in less time than it took you to get there. You were shaken by the thought that a ruthless warlord was so pacifistic with you, that he did not kill you the first time, not the second time. Will the third time be your deadly charm and find your head fallen to the ground with a mirriad of screams and cried in the backgorund of the ones that want your soul, of the ones that lost you and of the ones that dreaded you? Maybe not. Vilgax always was (and will be) a complicated man that left much to the imagination of his adversaries. And this was what brought him victory each and every time - plagued minds.

    "Back so soon, honey?"

    "I... I ran into him today" You flopped onto the hard frame of the medbay bed, sighing in defeat at your expedition that was too fastly cut off by a Chimera. And not any Chimera.

    "Don't worry, sport. We're safe for now. We're near the Moon-"

    "Near the fucking what?!"

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MDNI: Until death do us part. Cemetery date

Fandom: Obey Me! SWD Pairing: Lucifer x GN! Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: demon prince using terror and fear as a way to express his love for you, grave desecration, murder, hiding a body, bl00d and g0re basically. Not really that much sex, but more killing.

I have not forgotten about this man; our doombringer and eldest - Lucifer. I've wanted to write this for a while, so oh well.

It has been only a month since you came to the Devildom - or more likely - got kidnapped and placed in the House of Lamentation. The name always made you shiver, a cold gast running down your spine as you remmebered the story Lucifer - oldest Prince - told you when you came here. You always believed his side of the story, that the family butler killed the rich family, but you couldn't really understand why Lamentation. A better name, you thought, would be Reprisal. But, alas, that was the least of your concerns.

How wonderful it is - the human mind - to create problems and resolves for the tiniest things only for you to evade reality and actual problems.

And a bodyless, bloodied and rotting head floating over your bed every night could be very much considered a problem. It had a deformed jaw, like someone repeatedly hit that peron in the jaw bone with a brick until it was shattered, teeth both sticking out and in of the trap that was once called a mouth. Well... teeth was a too gentle term, as they looked more like sharp bone fragments stabbed in dried gums after the actual teeth were shattered and pulled out brutally. The lips, or better lack of, were just the mouth's corners stretched out and curled into a horrific smile. A smile that was complemented by the eyes: one pulled out of the socket, the other mimicking egg ehites. The blurriness of those eyes not hiding the ill intent of whatever kept it floating. The skin was an ashy steel blue, mixed with the black rotting that ate most of the flesh away from the cheeks. Thin, burned, cadet blue hair strings sat around the stuck out ears and the back of the head. All of this was covered in sheer blood and some unknown fluid.

The first time you saw it, you weere absolutely terrified - so terrified in fact, that you screamed loud enough for people in the Human Realm to hear you. You cried and screamed for your mother, why? You knew she could not protect you from a being that was made of rage and magic; not to mention she was thinking you were happily accepted in an actual exchange programme. As I said, your mother could not come, but someone else did.

"Are you alright, Y/N? It is the iddle of the night, dear human. You should've-"

The first born brother stared at the head over your bed and noticed your expression. He let out a small chuckle and approached, nudging the head to the side as he sat in bed, next to you. The sheets cramped a bit where he sat, his cloat pulled to the side. "I see... you humans are not useed to demon romanticisms anylong. Fear not, Y/N, it was just a token so I could watch you sleep." You did not know rather to be more scared of the floating head that belonged to a zombie or the fact that Lucifer wanted to watch you sleep.

He made it disappear in an instant with a motion of his hand, then turned back to you. "Be not afraid, dear human." He said in a mocking voice, as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. It was odd really, how the brothers behaved; and now especially Lucifer. He wanted most likely to test your wits and powers to survive here - in the Devildom. You were feverish, your skin warm to a sickly way at the touch of his lips. "So sensitive... I shall keep that in mind, dear."

But he didn't keep it in mind, as you got accustomed in seeing the same head float above your bed each and every night since then. It was like a guardian watching you sleep, and now you knew that through the eyes of that sinner, the Avatar of Pirde was spying your sleepy body. However hard it was, you understood that it meant no harm to you, the grotesque exterior only a carcass that held his magic. Besides the slight blood droplets you had to wash away from your face or hands in the morning, the head was the most harmless thing the eldest demon brother could do to you.

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As you skipped a class at RAD, to help Luke with some dark spell homework he couldn't get the hold of, you were called in Lucifer's office first, as going to Diavolo's surely meant a fate worse that death in most cases. Surprised you weren'twhen you entered the relatively small and dark room in the Academy. The walls were covered in a shadow, woven like material that looked very soft to the touch - but you knew better than to ever tough them. Who knows what kind of magic lies in its fibers? There were iron carved candle holders on the wall, vintage looking ones, that were dusted by a slight silvery tint to them. Either by time or usage, you guessed the powder silver blown to them had worn down and showed the mate iron like a hidden smile. it was warm iside, but not at all as warm as he kept his study room. You also noticed the difference in lighting, and the lack of coziness that this office had. It was normal, of course, as this was more of an official place rather than a room in his house.

The floor creaked gently as you made your way to his desk, where he was waiting for you, the dark oak wood a bit too maleable under you. It felt as if you could fall right into it. "I am not here to schold you, Y/N, but you must undertsand that skipping courses can make some professors here be more drastic in their grading." His tone was calm, not at all angry. The fair on your neck stood right up as he loomed over you, the demon lening closer to your face. "But I am here to deliver you a message: help that little angel again and I will make you eat wings tonight." You swallowed and nodded quickly, afraid that he might hurt booth you and Luke. Poor child... you needed to keep your distance from him, or else Lucifer will not be as forgiving as he was now. He warned you; but the Lucifer his brothers feared, and that even Simeon feared never gave you a warning - a second chance. He was a punisher, not someone who let you walk away with a little scare.

You, my dear, did manage to get on a weird, maybe caring side, of the brother; and so got out of his office only lightly shaken and staring right ahead as you went to the cafeteria for the rest of lunch break. Or so you thought.

When you went home, you froze in fear as warmth splattered slightly on your face and your ears rang from the loud scream. It was an empty, dead scream, made by some kind of animal that was passing away, or by a small child - You quickly fell to your knees as you saw the first born hand you a fist of bloodied, pearly white feathers. You quickly took them in your hands and craddled them close to you as Lucifer laughed darkly. Their slight glow was dying down rapidly. "Do not worry, human. He is very much in one piece and alive. But now both of you got my message. Don't forget it!"

That night you couldn't sleep. And no, the head did not bother you this time either, but the now cold and dirty feathers you still held close to you; you could feel the same pain and terror that the little angel felt when Lucifer cornered him. Unlike other's, you did not wash the blood from your face or hands, you wanted it to stain you and mark you. It was your fault he was hurt. They all needed to know that. You needed to be stained by his blood. You felt terribly guilty, but for some reason you did not blame the demon for doing this. He was a demon, after all. He was here to reap the terror out of everyone, not nurture you. Of someone that renegated his own son and refused to awknowledge him, of someone who terribly hates his brothers and always puts his hell mut on their asses until they almost die, of someone as cold and calculated as Lucifer; you could not ask for compassion. You could not ask for anything else but useless mercy. And how long would this mercy last anyway? A year, a month, a week, a day- a second was too long for the Avatar of Pride. He'll give you mercy, to see your hopeful eyes as he beaheads you or rips your heart out of your screaming chest. He was a sadist, and not in the way many might think. He trully lived and relished in the suffering of others. There is a good reason why Lucifer is a demon and his pride is the last of it.

The Avatar of Pride was a truly, truly evil person... expected from a Hell prince. What didi you expect? That you'd be treated kindly? That you'd be put on a golden piedestal for the next year just so you could write a beautiful report about them? Dreams, dear child. They were all but dreams that were long lost in the abysal sea of nightly terrors and daydreaming. There was no way out of here, and you knew this. This was Hell; your Hell, handmade and orchestrated by out dear Lucifer.

You tossed and turned in bed the next morning when the alarm rang and a loud knock came to your door. "Y/N, I know you need time, dear, but I require your help." You knew that voice oh too well - distinctive from any of the brothers, deep and cold, a tint of urgency in his tone. He was either stressed about something or someone managed to finally make him flustered in a meeting and he needed you to be his tea partner and talk about his sorrows. Lucifer was a cold man, but even he needed someone to confess his stress and anxieties to - if you can call them that.

You got out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. Maybe if you were quiet, he might think you were still asleep. "We do not have time, Y/N. I know you are awake, I can hear your heartbeat." Too late... or maybe it was never too late. He wasn't human, that was a fact you constantly needed to remind yourself of everytime Satan could read your mind, Beel could smell what you ate 5 days ago and lucifer could hear your heartbeats. To Hell with the demons- wait no...

"Yes...?" Your voice was quiet, as most of the brothers were still asleep by 7 am. "I need your assistannce. Forget class today-" "You said I shouldn't-" "Help me."

And so you got dressed.

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Absolutely nothing in your life could have made you guess what was going to happen in the next hours or so. You just walked with him on some of the more dark and private streets of the city, towards an old wing. "Where are we going?" Your questions fell on deaf ears, as Lucifer continued to walk 3 paces in front of you. He ignored you, no. He ignored your question as he believed it meant nothing. Why should it matter where he is taking you? You accepted to come - it is your fault if anything happens.

His coat lightly dusted the old stoned street, his shoes clicking with the hard rock as he continued a desolated path. You never actually realised how much height hellped wit hbeing taller. The eldest demon brother must have been 2 meters or so - his pace was terribly slow and almost unrythmic, yet somehow he still was ahead of you. Six steps of yours and he was only starting the second.

It didn't took long until you saw exaclty what was ahead of you. A cemetary... So demons could actually die, and they were actually burried. Maybe it was odd and extremely rare for a demon to pass away, but it happened. Exorcism - one of the biggest reasons for this ceased to be used mainstream by humans, and demons stopped overusing their ability to go to the Human Realm. Deaths by exorcism were no longer such a great threat for them.

You followed Lucifer as close as you could, the dried earthy path that traversed the grave was acompanied side to side by dried and rotten tree trunks, barren and howling in the wind. You shivered slightly after feeling someone other than the demon brother call out your name. "Do not respond, Y/N. You know better than that." A trap, he meant. You were smarter than to fall for a stupid trap like this. Mimics, even in death could easily change their voices to lure you to their graves and pull you in with them. Why? Purely for pleasure, my dear.

It must have been a good hour of walking around the graves until you saw the man before you raise his hand slightly and stopping in front of an ancient tomb. "We are here... Dig" He handed you a rusty shovel that laid somewhere nearby. "Lucifer, this is a tomb, not a grave-" "Dig around it." You saw him grabbing another shovel that looked like it was going to powder into dust the second someone would blow to harshly on it. You dug, you knew better than not to listen to him anyways. Especially after what he did to little Luke.

You finally hit something hard, very hard, the vibration from hitting it going up the shovel and transferring into your bones.

"Lucifer-" "Lord bellow, finally!"

He came to you and got off his gloves and got on his knees on the other side of the hole you dug. He raked the dirt with his bare cands, uncovering an old, moldy wooden box. You scrunched up your nose at the smell of it and turned your head away. He chuckled at your human-like reaction before the ratchet smell hit him as well and icked. "I suppose you are right regarding it. It is disgusting-" He opened the box, putrid and stale dusty air puffing around the two of you as he did so.

Inside the box there was a hand- well, the bones of a hand as the flesh long decayed and liquified int osome black goo - You gagged and tried your best not to throw up, but you couldn't. You supported yourself to the wall of the tomb as bile raised to your throat and you released warm, chunky fluids on the ground bellow. You were feeling sick, you were sick.

After recovering a bit from the shock and heeving, you turned to see Lucifer gently patting your back and muttering a slight appology. It was rare of a demon to feel bad; let alone the Avatar of Pride, but you did apreciate the gesture. You two opened the tomb and stepped inside. Thankfully for your stomach, it was a little better kept. He set the big bag he was carrying on the ground, next to a coffin. Why didn't you payed more attention to the bag until now-

He opened the coffin and took out the corpse of some poor fella demon that died sometime in the '500 year of the great rapture' - whatever that meant. He opened the bad and you curiously looke what... whom he was taking out. You feel to your knees next to him and the bag and began to cry. Why? Crying won't bring him back. Crying won't make him get out of that bag and hug you and tell you everything is going to be ok. "Lucifer-..." You whimpered tugging at his pants. "Lucifer...!" But he didn't really payed attention to you as he put the more fresh corpse in the coffin before closing it.

"Get up, dear human. We need to hide our tracks."

He put the skeleton in the bag and waved his hand around, as you watched the dirt being "unshoveled" and everything outside getting back as it was. "Let's get back. I have the box and cleaned up. Don't just stand there and cry..."

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It took you a few good weeks to get over what happened, only on the outside of course. It was a promise, a pact between you and the eldest demon brother, a secret so deep that none must know what it is, and what happened.

And at R.A.D., you sometimes looked out the window on breaks and saw a tiny blonde angel playing outside and chasing Semeon. But you knew that it wasn't Luke. It wasn't your Luke, as the litte angel that loved baking now lies and sleeps eternally in the coffin of some demon barron.

You wished at night that you would be the one forgotten in that cold, cold coffin. But now seeing the decaying and rotting face that once smiled at you watch over you as you slept... was punishment enough one might guess.

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Typewriter - When Earth Began to Breath

Fandom : Ben 10

Future pairing : Vilgax x Reader

Rating : safe (this chapter); 18 + (overall)

Sinop. :

-Prologue-

Patelliday is missing

You're chaased away from your home

Something is rising from the Earth

And Vilgax came to do what?!

Chapter list (coming soon)

Many believed that under the Earth, there were entire ancient civilizations, aliens and others, not believing that humans are the only true inhabitants of their planet; especially after aliens have been introduced to the general public. Now aliens themselves were weird: muroids were animals, but aliens such as Argit were not animals. Aliens were weird, but what awakened inside our planet was on a whole nother level.

    This is Log no. 32_009 on 10th of April, 20xx. I am Dr. Patelliday, magister in the PLUMBERS Associasion in Crime Combating. Today is the second month that we have had to record changes in the Earth's Core. Today, I am very saddened to announce that this planet that has played such an important role in inteergalactic wars and peace treaties now cannot be called ours anymore. We have registered an increase in self-axis rotation and slower pace at keeping up with the gyroscopy around the sun... Also, Terra has been getting too lazy and almost got out of the living zone two cycles ago!

    I appologise for raising my voice- Ahem... The plumbers have tried to talk with representatives all around the globe, but humans are known for their very stubborn and questioning nature. They do not believe everything so easily, to mine and Maxwell's discontent.

    The Magister's video log interrupted for a couple nanoclicks and came back with a much more distraught Piscciss Plumber than before. Patelliday looked like he just caught his wife cheating on him with a Tetremand and then got fired. That kind of mocked shock on his face. 

    I think I'll lose it one of this days-....

    He turned back to the video tape, a bit pissed off it was still recording.

    Thought I closed you, you useless-... If we survive whatever annomaly that has taken over the Earth, Terra, or whatever name you might have for the tiny blue and mossy planet in The Qarch System, Milky Way; please... Please, if you see this and we managed to evacuate everyone on the planet: Never Come Back.

    It was clear that whatever happened during Log 32 did not sit well with the older alien. He was known to be a very calm and calculated man, maybe even a bit too calm for his own good given that once he was about to become sushi and just did not care. You closed your laptop after the 10th time watching Patelliday's log that day. He hadn't updated since then and It's already been a week and a half; you were worried. So very worried.

    Ever since you were a child, you were with your father at the PLUMBERS old headquarters. He wasn't an agent per-se, but he was a very good associate that helped the Galvans around the base and acted as a lieson with human goons that had tried to interlink with alien tech, interrogating them for information. You weren't really allowed in most areas, because they were too dangerous for a small 6-year-old human child to roam arouns, and therefore you stood in the research lab with Patelliday. The Piscciss Magister- only lab chief at that time-absolutely adored you (well, children in general), as you reminded him of his siblings. He always gave you something sweet to munch on as you watched him meticulously put together some kind of tech gun. It was a beautiful time- when the times were so simple and carefree, when you could sleep in a day school and all you'd get was a light schold from your parents when they found out, a time in which you were so confused why 'people who look different aren't going in publicii'. Well, you were young, so not knowing about aliens at that age wasn't that bad.

    "Dad... do you think uncle is fine?" Your father sighed deeply, giving the steering reel a light squeeze and looking at you for a couple seconds from the reer-view-mirror. It was only natural to call the alien your 'uncle' since you grew up with him for a bit over 14 years; he was part of your family and you were part of his- though you didn't really visited his familly back on Pisciss Volann, you knew you'd be welcome there.  "Are you sure he hasn't called yet-"

    "Honey, I know you are worried about him, but 'Day is an old man with much more experience in this field that both me and your grandpa ever had. Plus... he'd call you first thing" He said the last part with a bit of envy, as he was expecting his old friend to give himi any news about the case and not his young daughter. But give Caesar what's Caesar's: you two were very much sawed to one another in normal days. But theese weren't normal days.

    Your old, beat down pickup truck was filled with as much gear and tech your father could carry from the bassement, topped with random bags and luggages from the both of you. You left Bellwood in a hurry after the first purple puss vein popped out from under the city, tearing through the asphalt like it was nothing. It pulsed with an ominous shine to it, growing more and more ramifications by the second. You were at home when it happened and even though you lived in the outskirts blocks around the Tennyson's place and the erruption happened in the mainstreet of the office are, you felt it like it happened in your own house. The aftershakes and afterquakes were sign enough to freet if not for the presence of an unknown vein that looked of alien origin. But what could it be, it did not make sense...

    Magistratus Tennyson gave an order to evacuate everyone in Bellwood in epicenter order, the ones who lived clossest to the erruption being the first to be evacuated; but as life is, it did not work.

    Your father disobeyed direct orders of staying and helping with cleanup, he was well over the associate thing, not only did his contract end, but so did his fighting years the moent his wife, your mother, the sunshine in both your lives had to go 6ft under way too soon, too unexpected. He was never the same- Leonard. Sleepless, not eating, barely taking care of himself and let alone check on you. He was destroyed, really. And on the anniversary of her departing, instead of beeing in the cemetary gardens and having a picnic with her at her grave, as she always liked, you were forced to still travell as far away from Bellwood as you could. 

    The media was of no help either. There were some influencers and people all around the globe sharing their own experience with the purple veins that kept growing more and more each day; taking lives away from all ove us. Was this a way of our planet to punish us for exploiting it the way we did? Maybe. You had your own theories about this, as you could swear you read or heard a story of this exact thing happening. Local heros and PLUMBERS tried their best to aid people, but they were most times overwhelmed. Even Rook- an aspiring Magister around your age- left the planet in order to go to the Great Council and ask of aid... But the Great Council never cared about humans anyway. PLUMBERS were no match for whatever thing took over your planet and used it to feed off its core and humans.

    Your line of thoughts was interupted by the sudden screeching of the wheels as your father pushed the break abruptly and spun the steering wheel left for better friction.

    "Unicronus Terra is terribly angry with you"

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MDNI: An Ocean Full of Fish and I Chose an Alien Squid!

Part 2 yuppie

Part 1 | <Part 2>

Fandom: Ben 10 Pairing: Vilgax x F! Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: micro religious trauma, excessive and obsessive courting, he's literally insane, sex, tentacle sex, oviposition?! THEY HAVE EGGS?!, xeno, age gap, size difference, size kink, why am I still trying-, he doesn't have any respect for humans but loves you, or wants you as a prize, he can't decide, btw he's very warm--, slight mention/non explicit r@p3. Traumatised lil' reader because I love me some sad stories

Part 2 yey! I'm writing this for healing my soul only. May this kind of life find me some day. Also tomorrow = maybe this month

It has been almost a week of following the little human around to make Vilgax understand her more and more. He was growing too soft about this whole ordeal, she was only human- yet... she did make his heart beat more lazy and even the idea of her calmed him greatly. 'She will be the death of me'. He couldn't help himself around her, following her around like a lost puppy, shadowing her; yet the human didn't even bat an eyelash for him. Pity, he would've already won someone of his speecies by now - are humans this dense? Or is it just her?

He made use of his intel retrievers and found out almost everything he could about her: seasonal pastry shop job, collage student, living alone in the middle of Bellwood, name, family history everything. But of course, if the time comes and he is to court you, he'd act like he did not know anything. We wouldn't want to scare our little darling now, would we? He might be an imperial warlord that's feared all across the universe, but he'd never hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.

One night, when he followed her home, he noticed she has been awake for quite a long time. 'I thought humans are meant to sleep at some point' He peeked inside, and saw you tiredly working your ass off for a project. He cursed the human learning system under his breath: it was clear you were tired and you needed rest. And he was going to make you rest alright.

One tired human leaving the window unlocked on her appartment and one determined alien ssquid made it so that he managed to sneak inside your home. Blessed be Karon for making them with bendy bones and readjustable sizes. He would lie if he said it wasn't uncomfortable as fuck to sloutch over so much, but he didn't really care now. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly to catch your attention. And in fact he did.

"Why are you awake at an hour like this? I thought you humans needed a good 8 sol-hours of sleep to recuperate." You shrieked, voice so high and loud he thought you'd shater your own brain. He tried to make you relax, rubbing your shoulder as gently as he could and trying to reason with you. But you were already hyperventilating and much so, chocking on your own shallow breath. He never thought hed have to teach a human how to properly breath air, but- "Oh for the love of Karon, just breathe-"

But it was too late, you were already out cold. Maybe because you were tired, maybe because you were shocked to see him. At least you'll have some rest, even if it's forced sleep. He picked you up and moved you in your bed, so you were all nice and comfy. Vilgax tucked you in and looked to your face for a moment longer: what he feared of happened... he scared you and he was not going to forgive himself so easily. Any moment now you could run crying to the plumbers and tell them about his weareabouts and weaknesses; that if you realised that you were his weakness.

He found some miscellaneous bottle of water discarded on your floor and poured some in a glass that was on your desk, placing it on your nightstand. Truth be told, you looked absolutely adorable sleeping so tightly wrapped in a blanket, passed out from exhaustion and fear. The warlord placed a small kiss on your forehead, your body's warmth making him shiver with anticipation to the things you two could do if you'd just accept him already!

He wasted no more time and went out the same as he came in. 'One day, my treasure'

He gave you your much needed space after that night, thinking that if he takes it slower, you would eventually warm up to him more. But, as possessive as he was, Vilgax could not stay away from you for much longer and so decided to share some of his findings with you. He loves to collect beautiful things from planets and galaxies he conquers or destroys.

It started small with a few broken mechanical arrays that showed maps of the galaxies (even if they were quite old and imprecise, their hand-carved exterior was something out of this universe), and then some marbled objects or colourful geodes. Give him his peace, he loves treasures! And with his last one, he left a note, the warlord definitely forgetting in his lovestruck phase that you could not read his mother tongue, not the standard galactic alphabet. And so, his sweet message of "ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ i ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣ ⎓╎リ↸ ᔑ ℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᔑᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ||𝙹⚍" ("But I still can't find a treasure like you") was absolutely in vain... for now, one hopes.

He hadn't behaved like this in a good 100 years since trying to pursue his former wife. He felt again like a young Chimera in search of the best way to tell his darling what he felt. Oh, to be young again; but did he truly want you more than just another pretty thing on his shelf? Maybe. It is very weird to know what's in the mind of Vilgax the Conquerer.

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It has been a few days since that night; and you haven't been able to get him out of your mind yet. He was a horrible person, no one could ever argue with you on that, but the fact that this evil warlord had a soft spot for you made your heart flutter in a way it didn't in a long while. Or maybe never had, because this- this was soemthing else entirely. Considering he's not even human (aside the fact that he's evil) would make it taboo for your family... You haven't talked with then in a while, have you? You haven't talked about what has happened to you to anyone. Who would believe you; who would want you after that.

All your life you had been struggling to keep everything inside and not tell a soul about anything that was remotely wrong in your life; or interesting at that. You were a listener, but never listened. You heard everything, but you weren't heard. You saw, but no one saw you back. You were a shadow that they have used and abandoned at may. You were their little puppet that needed to fall into their little play.

In middle school, when other kids would pick up on you and call you weird for just being yourself, you never told. When they would dump the water bucket near the black board on your head and call you stinky chalk-girl, you never told anyone. When they pushed you and pushed you and toyed with you near a window and you almost fell, you never told. High-school wasn't much different. From the monkeys that some call their 'precious boy' that would mot shower and rub against you whenever they got up from their seat and passed you, you never told. From the class representative that hated your guts and stomped on your winter coat, or stolen your project ideas-- you never told. From that one old teacher that gave you a 25% because 'you should go discuss it with him in private, sweet thing', you never told. University life was just like this too: from the guys that harass you to the ones that undermine you, you shut up, plaster a smile on your lips and tell everyone that "I'm fine, life's just challenging me a bit".

This, wasn't much different, but man did it feel like the opposite. You wanted to tell someone and know that you're not alone in this shit. But of course you were alone. You were always alone- well... not if we count Mr octopus, but hes besides the point. Vilgax treats you different and always treated you different, from the get go. Why? Karon and God know, because neither of you did. He was acting on instinct like he always have, and you were trying to survive, like you always had. In a way you two completed one another.

Things settled down in a taboo cycle: you'd wake up and have breakfast on your own then go to uni feeling being watched by the warlord, then after courses, you two would meet up at your place and try to have a peaceful dinner. It never worked until now, because there was always a commotion at uni, and you'd cry and tell him what happened like he didn't know. And Vilgax would listen, like a good boyfriend? octofriend? Yeah, octofriend; that fits him better.

One night, he looked at you a bit serious, too serious: "I need to be away for 3 or 4 Earth axis rotations to stop a riot in Alpha Centauri. Can I count on you that you will not be in any trouble if I leave?" What were, you? A child, that he did not believe in? A mare infant that could not stay alone for more than a few seconds?

You nodded your head lightly and leaned into his side, resting your head on an armoured arm. You muffled "I'm not a baby" as he ran his tallons through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. "One can never be too safe about his treasure, now can they?" He was sweet when he wanted to; and it turns out he wanted to be sweet with you all the time.

One hour of trying to make you drink more water and rest more, he had to leave. It's funny really: the big and scarry octopus monster that terrified everyone, was now being soft with you and trying to make you feel better. Where's Hollywood with the bad romantic comedies when you need it?

The next day, you felt more tired than usual, and with a big lack of want to get up from the little burrito situation you were in. Like always, you fell asleep somewhere in the middle of one of his stories about outer space, and Vilgax ended up tucking you in like a child. You always woke up like a toasty, warm burrito, but today you were also a sad one. You got used to him more than you'd ever like to admit, and the idea that he won't shadow you for a few days was making you not only sad, but also anxious.

You knew you always had someone there to watch over you and to confide in when someone was being weird about talking to you. Vilgax was always there to make sure no one was making you uncomfortable not in the slightest. You'll miss him when he is gone.

You slowly got up from your coocoon and made your way to your bathroom. You waited for the water to warm up enough to take a shower. No, a bath. You deserved it, it was Saturday morning. You were free from all worries today, theoretically. Because in reality you needed to go make a trip to the grocery store, since you ran out of instant noodles last two days ago.

You filled the bathtub up and put some vanilla scented bubble bath soap in, with extra vanilla shower gel. You had one dream today: to achieve total sweetness within 90 minutes. One woman, one bathtub and one full day of self care. Stay tuned to find out-

You quickly got undressed after getting the right water-to-bubble ratio and your sinuses filling up with the sweet vanilla scent and a misterry cupcake one tickling your senses. You slowly got in, the water just a smidge too hot for you; water seeping through the pores of your skin and making you itch slightly. You practically felt as the water was washing away the smell of yesterday, pulling out the grime and dust in your skin.

The small room quickly became a warm fuzz of steam and you quickly lost track of time, only realising youve been in the water for too long not when your fingers pruned, but when scrubbing your skin with your loofa, the water felt awfully cold. You leaned in and pulled the plug to drain the water and looked at your hair debating with yourself rather or not to wash it. Why no, after all you should feel like a pretty princess when you finally get out the shower and get dressed.

Your phone kept ringing as you were scrubbing your scalp, literally feeling the oil buildup melt away. You ignored the somewhat annoying tune as you rinsed and wrapped yourself in a warm and fluffy towel. You flopped in bed and held closer the weird alien plushie you received a few days ago from your very caring warlord; you grabbed your phone to see who it was.

Parental unit 1

Your father was calling you. One. Single. Beep. And you dared ignore it... how dare you ignore your own parents. As it is law to obey and love the ones who birthed and raised you, sinner. One man in your life and you were already too in the trance of promiscuity to answer the phone when your father was calling? You were unacceptable. Not only did he bring you in this world, raised you as good as a a cat obssessed lady dots her cats, he made you blossom, he flowered you in the best way a sinner like you could ever think of.

A cold shiver ran down your spine as you remembered that night, your lips quivering and a tiny sob escaping your painfully tightening throat. You chocked out another cry and another.

You came home from your nationals training, the road already dark and the street lights barely illuminating 2 meters before you. Old Springvale was a very traditional town, so-to-speak and the lighting remained the same from 1970, the roads stood busted and the stray dogs threatened to bite you at any step.

It was quiet tonight, and everything stood still. You felt like something was off but you couldn't really put your finger on it: sure you should've usually gotten home 2 hours ago, but you just had to finish that one hypercuadric, didn't you? You stepped on the front poarch and slowly left yourself in the house. "Mom, dad-"

"Kid, what's with you at this hour? No young lady should go around at 7 pm like this-" Your father teleported to your side and grabbed your arm shaking you a little. The snow rapidly fell from you and melted instantly at the contact with the warm and toasty wooden floors. "And you're covered in snow-"

"I'm sorry, it was just class got extended and-"

"No excuses. The last thing I need after that slut of a mother of yours was seen having coffee with the police officer nearby."

Flowers are gentle things that God created, ones of the most delicate and fragile things that humans have put their hands on. Flowers are said to be in need of only sunlight, water, and good soil to live; but what use is the material world for one who isn't loved properly? Flowers will wither if the sun is too strong, they will rot if you put too much water in their vase and they will dry out if the soil is unfruitful. Yet not many know that if you touch it the wrong way, or someone comes home with a bad attitude, the flower will wilt from the inside out.

It is also often said a man shall never touch a woman, not even with a flower. Because such as their botanic counterparts, women also welt if treated badly.

You always loved the fresh smell of primroses in early spring. How much the pale yellow made you happy... your bedsheets smelled of primroses, but you never thought your head would be held tightly against them; the smell protruding as always, your poor nose. You could barely breathe, letting out pained gasps and whimpers as a sharp pain echoed in your nether area.

Honey or blood, they were the same to you in this moment, as you were now used by a lazy bumblebee that tore most of your petals off, leaving the ones that you still have wither together with you. You'd never wear those petals again, not with him, not with anyone else. You cried, you screamed, you begged. but does anyone listen to a flower and ask it: Do you want us to take it from you? Do you want to be pollinated? No.

You shoved your phone under your pillow and took rapid steps backwards, stopping only when you hit the door. You slowly slid down, your ass hitting the cold floor of your room. You should tell him; he should know. A gardener can always take care of his beautiful primrose.

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It's been a few days since Vilgax returned from his expedition; the riot died even quicker than anticipated, a clear reminder that he was feared beyond anything in the close universe. All those things happening, and you still haven't told him what happened to you: neither when he was away, nor when you were younger.

In the evening, he sneaked into your room and saw your depressive state. "And why does my treasure stay in bed all sad and soggy...? Won't a ᓭ∴ᒷᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ (a sweet treat) help her feel better?" He was caring, he wasn't like your father. You could trust him, so why did it feel like thorns grew in your throat whenever you tried to speak what was on your mind and soul.

"Nothing-"

"Don't nothing me, Y/N... humans are stupid creatures when it comes to their emotions, but I am here. Ok...?

You exhaled, shuddered a bit as you rose up from your lying position and looked at him. Or, tried to, since your eyes seemed to be covered by a thick cobweb of tears. He hugged you tightly, holding you against his chest. The salty sea scent on him cleared your mind slightly. You sighed and leaned more into him, muttering something incoherent even to you.

"I don't want to be his anymore..."

"Whose...?"

"My fathers-" And you told him, you told him everything that happened, how you were forced to dry and wither by the one person that should've protected you from the harshness of the world. This should have never happened, you should have remained a beautiful flower, untouched and blooming until the end of time.

You were not met with a cold shove, a scowl on his face, or a disgusted sound of disapproval. Yet, you were met by a myriad of soft kisses and light caresses. If the most feared and terrifying warlord, who mind you hated humanity, was so loving and accepting towards you... then humans are trully fucked in the membrane.

Before you knew it, you let him kiss you more deeply on your lips. His thick, wet tongue glided across your mouth, and you parted your lips, thinking he was asking for permission to explore it, but he didn't. Not yet. He wanted to savour you and give you the love you always deserved. You shouldn't have craved it, it should have been given to you by default. You were his little treasure, the sparkling gemstone in his eyes and the beautiful flower that he wanted to care for.

"May I see you uncovered, my sweet?

"A-always-"

His talons, inflictors of fear and terror, now gently worked their way into pulling your clothes off, but not all. He saw how defensive you became of your chest area, so he didn't take your t-shirt off. Vilgax laid you in your bed gently and moved so his breath would lightly graze you. He slightly parted the lips of your pussy, trailing his tongue over you one time. His red eyes bore into yours, searching for a reaction.

You writhed and shivered as you felt the warm muscle press on your sensitive parts. "If you want me to stop, tell me... or throw a rock at my head, both will work." You giggled slightly at the Chimera's comment; he always knew how to make you feel more comfortable. He moved his gaze back to your pink angry clit and lightly bit and sucked at it. You pulled a pillow close and pressed it to your face to muffle your moany self. You had neighbours, after all; and not all wanted to be given an 18+ rated live movie.

He kept teasing your bundle of nerves until you got whiny enough, got sensitive enough for him to make you his. "I want you-" "I want you too, my treasure~" That deep voice of his made you shiver; that rumble, that- your thoughts were fuzzy as he took out what you guessed was the Chimera equivalent of a dick.

Four long, flexible parts that were swirled against one another, together big enough to make you flinch away and have a second guess about everything. Seeing your distress, Vilgax slithered an arm under you and wrapped it around your body, pulling you closer. "You're calling the shots here, love. If I scare you, I'll stop here and tuck you back in bed." He was so sweet. Despite being a bit creeped out by the way his alien package looked and worked, you still wanted to wear your big girl pants and go ahead with it. Though you were questioning how it would fit inside. Even the tip, however wet and slimy it was, didn't look like it could fit inside your tiny vagina.

You whimpered seeing the parts separate slightly, and he only positioned one to your enterance. "This might hurt a little bit, ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ." He slowly pushed himself inside; you arched your back and let out a strangled sigh, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for support. He gave you little time to adjust to his length before slowly, almost painfully, drawing out of you, then pushing back in, hitting your poor cervix. He held you tight against him as he picked up the pace, both of you hiding your moans by kissing and biting at one another.

"Vilgax-..! P-please"

"I'm here, my treasure. All here for you"

You felt a weird pressure build inside your lower abdomen, making it harder for you to suppress your moans. His movements got a bit rougher, but never enough to hurt you, his thrusts getting uneven and rushed. "⎓⚍ᓵꖌ╎リ⊣ !¡╎ℸ ̣ ᓭ, ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣ ╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ʖ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑" ("fucking pits, you tight bitch"). You couldn't tell for sure if it was that, but not even a few moments after, you came hard, your orgasm almost blinding you, almost not making you realize how you felt him dive deep and stay there, letting out a low groan, he finished inside you. Well, you guess he did, because it felt like eggs-?!

You jumped up a bit at the feeling, whimpering as he held you down, fingertips digging into your soft, plushy skin, most certainly leaving marks that would last a week or two. "Hush, Y/N.... it's ok, it's all going to be ok~"

His voice did help soothe you for the moment...

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In the morning, Vilgax was woken up by a slipper, smacked on his head and an angry little Y/N. She was tapping one of her feet on the floor, her bottoms were off and light blue slick trailed down her thighs.

"Ah... I guess I overdid it with laying them inside you-"

"You think?"

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Update: 3 geometry tests that score a total of 0.4+ on the final exam and one scientific calculus lab test (God knows wtf happened there. Overflow error was eating me alive)

And also I'll post part 2 of Vilgax's story tomorrow (maxi). Love y'all, eat your candy and live in the dream.

Slowly succumbed into papers and papers with runics instead of numbers. The story of a maths undergraduate.

Will I pass the midterms; or will the midterms make me pass? Stay tuned to find out.

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Slowly succumbed into papers and papers with runics instead of numbers. The story of a maths undergraduate.

Will I pass the midterms; or will the midterms make me pass? Stay tuned to find out.

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Old Cybertronians Need Love Too

Fandom: Transfromers (DTOM, or any media reallly) Pairing: Sentinel Prime x F! Reader Rating: fluff Warnings: minor character death, mass destruction mentioned, angst attempt

Let’s just imagine OP didn’t actually kill Sentinel, but instead helped him redeem. And so TFF was never created, because the “threat” of ‘bots turning their back on humanity was non-exsistent now, NEST began to expand worldwide. And Sentinel was now quite curious about the human race. Sweet little you wanted to help him so-

As the military was now cleaning the remaining trasformium off the streets and making sure no civilian came in contact with the energon lingering everywhere, our famous heros returned to their NEST base in order to avoid the press going after them. All grand presses wanted to have a word with the leader, but also with the infamous Sentinel Prime who almost threw the Earth into slavory. Thankfully it was all an act to try and lure Megatron in and use him in order to restore Cybertron. He never intended for Autobots to get hurt, especially Ironhide... he thought it was a stun gun, and not his fussion rust gun.

The writhing of machinery around the base was an all-too present sound in the facility, the booming voice of Ratchet calling everyone to their destined repair bays was echoing in the main area. All but one went to get fixed. And this got you confused. Everyone deserved a good rest and new platings since the battle was so uncommancibly hard; so you approached him.

“Hey…”

He just let out a low, gutural sound as he looked in your direction. “Do you need anything, human?” So, back to the Sentinel who didn’t really care about learning people’s names, huh?. Fucking snob- “ “I am not in the mood to be talking to you, flesh” Ok, ouch, that hurt quite a bit. Why was he so mean all the time- oh yeah right, almost evil type shit. Sometimes, the amount of patience and forgiveness that Optimus is giving some of theese people is insane; no one you know would just forgive and forget anything- and almost enslaving a planet is worthy of not forgiving, thank you.

“I just wanted to make sure you are alrigh. You didn’t go to any repair bay…”

“It is none of your concern. As a Cybertronian, I can withstand great damage and still be standing. Of course your insignificant speecies does not understand that. You are too soft.”

“Ok, listen here you fucking asshole-” He really got you angry. But who wouldn’t get angry knowing the stress and loss you experienced, and now this moron was telling you, you don’t actually know what is hard and what not. You wanted to slap him across that stupid face soo much, but of course you couldn’t reach. You were just human after all. So, what did your sweet mind think? That kiccking his leg would actually do something. “I hate you-” And it did nothing. Absolutely nothing. But did you really believed that kicking a 30 meters-tall alien robot would do anything? You were weighting maybe about a 200th of his mass or so. Yet, you had the determination of thousands of little angry sparklings. And even if you managed to reach and slap him across his faceplate, he is made entirely out of metal. Hard metal that almost no utility machine on Earth can cut through it.

“Apologies? I am confused, did I perhaps say something that angered you, human?”

“Yes- Now listen, I heard from Ironhide you’re a racist fuck, but really? Right in my face?! He was so right about you-”

“I do not understand what you mean. Our races are different, of course I will state the differences very plainly.” He slowly crotched down so he could be closer to you, take a better look at you and try to understand why you were so furious at him. In all honesty, Sentinel thought- for a short second- that it was cute when you tried to kick him. He even had to try his mighty lot not to chuckle at that.

“So… you were not mean just for the spite of humanity or-”

“Your kind amuses me. So sensitive and ready to jump at each other’s throats if one says something that you do not like. You all behave like satrved, frozen sparkplugs; and I can tell you you are one that's most reactive to my words only.”

His servo reached for you and extended on the tiled floor, right next to you like he was inviting you in it. Was he trying to mime what you and Optimus did sometimes? Yes, the Autobot leader used so hold you in his servos and walk with you just so he could be closer to you- but you never would have thought that his mentor would try the same thing with you. Now, my dear, who were you to decline such an offer? You looked straight at him, in his soul and cautiously got in his servo. It was rougher than Optimus, battered even. The transformium alloy that covered it had countless scratches and chips. The knuckles of his fingers were a bit rusty and made a weird clicking sound when he moved them.

You haven’t even realised how much you’ve been staring at him, taking in every single detail that you could, like it would help you in case he changed his mind and dropped you. Before you even realised, Sentinel took you outside the base and stopped at the edge of the island-ish structure. “70% watter yet some of it is useless to your kind… How did you survive for so long if what every single human needs most is water, yet you cannot use this type?” Was he trully interested in humanity or was he trying to act nice so that you could “forgive” him. Either way, that would imply Sentinel cares about humans, or at the very least cares about you, as a human. You didn’t even think of the answer before he started to talk again “You know, on Cybertron we always got rid of things we didn’t need so that we can maximise our development and living conditions. I can still remember the life in the Forge before the toxic Red Energon was mined and detonated on Luna I. Oh, what memories”. He was talking as much as an old man, but you didn’t really mind, as long as he wasn’t saying something outrageous- “Your kind should do the same really- you’re stupid for not making teams and working to better everyone’s lifes.” Here it was. Again with the bustarded beliefs. In a way you couldn’t really blame him for them, it was just the way he was programmed most likely. Are Cybertronians programmed? Was this a bustarded comment from you? Or thought…

You tried to think of how a young Sentinel would be like, but you simply couldn’t. It was like he was born old, made to be old. Like that one neighbour you have back at your parent's house that's been there before the house even existed in the first place! And Cybertronians were not so different from humans, you thought: Sentinel was that neighbour. And truth be told, you heard about The Forge, a place where Primus made the first primes and working class autobots. So, there was a slim chance that he built Sentinel Prime to be an older mech, to guide others and piss off humans like you. You heard about it from the others a couple of times, but didn’t really ask more about it, you were human and as far as you could tell, The Forge and The Well o'Allsparks were sacred things to Transformers. Or something very close to sacred. 

You just laid in his servo and looked up at him, thinking about nothing in particular, but trying to look as if you were not thinking about him in particular. The both of you stood like that for a hot moment, yet it felt like an eternity. “Hey… old man, why did you want to take me here? And why like this?”

“Seeing Optimus do this I thought it was normal customs with humans.”

“Please say sike.”

“Pardon?”

Oh, so you really did need to talk to him like you would tak to an older man… You couldn’t really help yourself but snicker at the way he sentenced everything. Gosh, he really was trying to mimic Optimus. But why? And why with you? Not to mention that the fact he did not understand slang, yet this idiot downloaded his English language module from the 'World Wide Web'- you felt like getting older just hearing him say it.

“I mean… you really thought that you guys just reandomly pick up humans and walk with them??”

“Yes-”

That was it, you straight up just threw yourself into a laughing fit, leaving the older Autobot to meditate on what he did wrong now.

“I really need to teach you more about humanity, don’t I?” You tried to calm down from your laughing fit, as the elder bot still couldn’t wrap his head around things. “Ok, so right off the bat, we don’t just get picked up by you like we’re an object…”

He nodded, taking a mental note about everything you say: from how standard conversation queues worked, to how not to fall for bad jokes. No Candace, no ligma, no Joe-- you tried, oh how much you tried to make him understand that humans had horribly funny and stupid humour. It was so much easier with Optimus- yet again Sentinel’s production date must’ve been close to the Big Bang at this point, or at least to God's birthday or something.

“Thank you, flesh… this past hours have been entertaining.”

Oh yes, you lost track of thime that bad now. Neither of you had a care in the world about his wounds or the media banging at the facilities main enterance to demand answers. You smiled stupidly to yourself as the thought of you standing next to a convicted criminal that traded Earth (almost traded Earth) for his own planet that wasnt really convicted right now was quite funny.

“Sentinel, I do know a thing or two about your kind from Optimus-”

“Why are you so attached to him…?”

His question completely threw you off your orbit and made you stare into the hurison, not really knowing what to answer him. You always felt a deep connection with the leader of the Autobots- like he was family. Everyone knew not to mess with you because you were ‘boss’s little thing’. People around the base always judged you, thinking that your relationship with him was more than just found family… And now Sentinel was thinking the same. "I know what you are thinking, old man. No, I am not in love with Optimus-- he feels like family."

"I did not ask you of your love interest, fleshling. I have asked what makes you so attached to Optimus. I am intrigued and I want to know what makes you two click so perfectly given you're human and he's not."

At least he did not ship you with the current autobot leader, so that my friend, is a very big win. You tried to explain to him that it's not something gin particular that makes you and the truck-transformer be a good duo, but rather just time made that professional bond feel like fond family to the both of you. Most of the terms you used were almost alien to Sentinel, as he did not learn your language through the 'world wide web' as Optimus would say, but by scanning the first military man he saw and adapting to the language as he speaks. A very stupidly long and hard process that could have been prevented if someone told the old fella what he should've done in reality. 

Graces to you, you did not say something stupid or quote (too many) vines. You tried to keep it simple, yet simple it wasn't. Why? Because he hits you next with another un-answerable question.

"If the two of us were to spend time together just as you did with Optimus... would you consider me family as well, flesh?"

"Well, you see... It really depends on more than one thing Sentinel. Time is what was the most obvious. But we can barely even talk to each other because you don't understand me!" You rubbed the back of your neck slightly, feeling a bit bad you couldn't tell him a heartfelt 'yes'. But again, were you going to forgive a war criminal? He let out a soft chuckle, thinking of a way to get himself out of the accused side of this moral trial "It is not my fault you said rizz, human. I barely understand your language as it is, and this slang makes it impossible for me."

Ah... I must explain. At some point during the conversation you told him about Lenox's rizz in general. The man ain't even trying and yet he still smashes hard. And of course, Sentinel didn't knew what the hell rizz was, and you ignoring his inquarry. It was fun, in a way, to mess with the old Prime as you two were speaking. It  almost made you forget about the whole situation. Yet, the uncanny feeling you got when he was looking at you, the creaking of his rusting servos and peds, the tone in which he called you flesh. They all were a quick reminder to you that Sentinel Prime hated humans, wanted all of you dead and almost traded your planet for his only 2 and a quarter hours ago. Just a normal Wednesday at NEST I suppose-- "Neither it is mine. You're just old-" "I literally sired Optimus, you think I wouldn't be old?"

Excuse you?! Sentinel was canonically (sorry not sorry) Optimus' father? This was information that not even the great internet mega-archive of past-pressent-future could not hold. You felt your lips tremble up in an awkward smile as you muttered "Lovely". The whole sceene made Sentinel chuckle, his cooling fans kicking in as he moved his servo and squeezed you gently. His knuckles clicked softer now, sign that the metal was slowly growing more accustomed with the age rust around them.

"It is a long and very tragic love story between Stardust and I... oh what a beautiful and smart  shuttle-form she was. Her mind was even greater than her looks, and believe me when I tell you, tiny flesh, she was devine. Primus had outdone himself the day he created her and to be honest, I was not even thinking of courting her. I knew she'd maybe go for Zeta or frag- even Minimus, but not I. I was what you told me... an ugly duckling when younger." He looked a bit off to the side to a wall, as if he was imagining her being right here, right now. "So you could imagine the surprise I felt when darling her asked me out on a flight with her, and I said yes... even if I had an energon hoover frame back then- uhh... terrain mining, just to be sure you understand"

"And what happened?"

"I begged Primus to let me scan a second form for her, to impress her. He did not allow it, of course. He kept bullshitting me that she'd love me for who I am and not for my secondary form. And by the stars was he right. She laughed her head off when I told her the truth saying that she knew all along, since fly-mech usually holf their wings out to  impress. And the rest is history really"

"You said it was sad..."

Maybe you were stepping on mine terrain, where you shouldn't be. Truth be told, you were sitting on a huge land mine right now; but you were surprised that the prime gently ruffled your hair and pressed the very tip of a digit to your mouth. "And I'll deliver the full story if you want, but not until you tell me why you care so much." "I just found out my best friend's father is holding me in his palm." "Touche, little human..."

He reached out with his other servo and took an energon cube, drinking a long sip from it and sighed. "Everything was going fine: I became Prime together with 12 others, we began to lead Cybertronians as Primus retired into the core of our planet and I made Stardust my Conjux Endura. But beautiful moments never last long, Y/N" He did it, the mother fucker did it- "After we had planed to have sparkling and settle down, I was ready to give my position to the next Prime in training and senator at the time - Shockwave. But he became corrupt, something that I have been to careless to notice..."

There was a huge hint of regret in his voicebox, as if he blamed himself for whatever came next. You rubbed his thumb in a there-there way, to try and comfort him. But how does oene comfort a huge alien robot. 

"I was too deep into settling down, and having my femme carry at the time also made me soft and too careless... Shockwave's corruption, Megatron's revolutionary poems and Soundwaves espionage lead to the downfall of all Primes. They hunt us down like animals; and Ratchet helped me and Star back then. He sheltered us into the cargo of the main med bay of the planet. He checked on Star and always made sure she'd be comfy..."

"If Ratchet helped you then, why don't you let him help you again?"

"Because I am ashamed, human. One night, when I was helping Zeta reinforce the borders, Soundwave found Star and snuffled her spark right there and then. Ratchet was in an opperation with another doctor, but dropped everything to try and save her. Nothing could be done, except save our sparkling."

"Optimus-"

"Optimus... I was so angry when I caught word of it, it felt like I teleported there. And I blamed Ratchet for not doing enough to save my conjux, I yelled at him even if I saw how terrified and concerned he was..."

You wanted to hug him, you wanted to tell him that it's no one's fault except the Decepticon's. "And what if I tell you Ratchet doesn't hold a grudge against you anymore?"

"I'd call the bluff... even if it's most apreciated."

You both heard an all familiar autobot laugh full-sparkly. "Move your aft to the bay you old fool. Let's get you patched up. Old Cybeertronians need lovin'too..."

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Please stop putting oc x canon’s in the x reader tags, it clogs it up and isn’t even an x reader at that point with a name or set description 😭

Sure thing, nonnie. Been a while since using this app lolz

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Repost cuz it's shadow banned for some reason

MDNI: But Summer Never Came...

Pairing: Il Capitano x F! reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: 18+

Warnings: necro cryo dragon aka Capitano, afterdeath, kinda resurection, is he Jeasus, or is he a hot draconic demon father-, major character death and killing spree, torture, implied sexual abuse, majour simping over a godly dragon, having sex with a giant lizard in... you'll see...

Female traveler being blessed and cursed at the same time lol

Two days have already passed since he stood unmoving on the Throne of Fire, yet you felt like it had been 100 years at this point. A life without him, the man who oh-so-sillily joked with you about grilling Paimon for dinner one night when you failed to hunt a Bulbozaur, or even a small little Crawahal; the man who was feared by so many people that you thought you were going to pee your pants; the man whom you first bedded with in this world and taught you to love men again.

In other words, Il Capitano, the First of the Fatui Harbingers, and your one week lover was now sat unmoving and devoided of any soul he might have on that stupid throne. You never left that room in the underground, staying by his side and going to drink water by an underground little stream and eating whatever Paimon brought you from aboveground.

Sometimes, you swore that he moved, or flinched when you'd be crying at his self-made grave, like he wanted to while away your tears with his gloves hands and tell you everything will be OK, to tell you to stop mourning and save Snezhnaya as you did with the other nations. Because he can't now, he can't protect his people from the terrors that hide in the frozen tundra. Corvins... were only a nuisance, not even full threats, yet they could tear off the head of an unfortunate human in one swift claw move. But a greater threat played upon the land of the Archon of Love: the forever frost.

"Comrade-" The voice grounded you back to the world of the living, though truth be speaking, you wanted to follow the captain into the abyss that the Nightkingdom was, just so you know he's OK. Your twin knew where you were and never tried to come after you the same way you tried to go after them, so what was the point? The only people who would actually miss you were Paimon and maybe Child, but you could never be sure.

You turned your head to see the very familiar shade of bloody orange that Tartaglia's hair had, and a small floating white bunch of hair hiding behind. Childe and Paimon came to check on you and give you some resources again. How nice of them; how pitiful of a situation for you.

You sat up on wobbly feet, feeling as if the ground under you turned into a pit of quicksand and you were slowly sinking into it with a sharp pain in your soles. They furt like you were walking on broken glass wine bottles from Monstadt; they hurt like you were walking on shards of chaina from Lyiue; they hurt like you were walking on electrocharged sakura flowers from Inazuma; they hurt as if you were put to walk over a pit of over heated sand from the desert of Sumeru; they hurt like you were stabbed with mechanical daggers from Yvres shop in Fontaine.... and they hurt like you lost your kindred soul somewhere in Natlan.

"Mavuika was right... she should've"

"Don't even start it, Y/N. She meant well-"

"She killed him"

"He killed himself, traveller"

You didn't want to admit it, but they were right. The Captain being the all-rightous man that he was, wanted to save everyone. Everyone but why not himself. Why make you suffer. Why was he so quiet a day before everything happened... it was like he knew what was going to happen...

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Cold- no, frigid was what Il Capitano's first contact with the barrier between Natland and the Kingdom of Nighttime Shadows, one of the many names the liminal space bore into the commonfolk. He felt undressed in the sheer cold. You'd think a man that spent more than 500 years in the land of The Cryo Archon would make a man get used to the cold, but this wasn't the same. It wasn't the same feeling as the one of snow on your lukewarm skin on the overworld of Teyvat; it was a forever chilling sensation in the deepest parts of your bones. Having had 10 furcoats and one would still be able to freeze to death.

'Perhaps this is not the Place I should guard. A trickery, might've-'

He glenced up and saw i, in the myriad of darkened clouds that covered both ground and 'sky', a spiral of blood and terror formed before him. The agonised screams of the ones before him echoed from the epi-center of the crpitid-like tornado. 'Well isn't this just sweel.' He took a couple steps forward, cautiously looking around for any other realm deformity he might find.

A sudden gust of wind hit from his back and and one from his front. Weird... this place has no winds- He turned his head and saw behind him the same kind of rupture in the realm, each one of them trying to suck up everything in their path. Almost aligned to a comma, the two deformities could cause a vortex and rip appart everything that was unfortunate enough to fall in between them. And guess who was in between the two reality-altering colosus? Capitano, of course. Why wouldn't he!?

'Most unfortunate... Perhaps of I stand right in the middleway, I will be able to stand until the passing of one of them.'

But that was easier said than done, as the two vortexes seemed to last forever, and hold their ground in eternity, not moving a milimeter left or right or wrong or true or- you get the idea. He was going to fall victim to the realm deformities one moment or the other. Even he could not stand still for eternity (irronic, in the overworld he is very mmuch unmoving). He was slowly growing more and more desperate as time went on and his legs started to give in. He felt heavier than ever before, even if now he had no armour on him to slow him down or ground him. Ground him... ground!

He got an idea, an idea so trivial that he cursed himself for not thinking about it earlier. He felt stupid - maybe this is how the 10th felt all this way. But, I digress. Il Capitano carefully let himself crouch down to the ground, and then lay flat on his front. He felt the suction power of the two colosus' getting stronger; a response that whatever Purgatory this was, it did not like the fact that he was trying to escape.

"This is your devine punishment, Thrain! Do not dare run away from it, you coward!"

He did not care for the voice that shouted after him, a mixture of broken souls and terror if was. He crawled away from it, his skin burning from the friction with the uneaven ground that was covered in sharp stones and bonedust. He bit down on his lower lip to cover a whine, his sharp cannines puncturing his lips and slowly drawing out droplets of fresh blood. The harbinger managed to crawl away for a couple of feet before the strength of the void-wating deformities grew. His nails dug deep into the ground to anchor himself, his knuckles turning an off shade of white from the pressure.

"You will not get me alive, you-"

"You are already dead, Thrain"

No, no he cannot be dead. He needs to succede, he needs to complete his mission in order to return to his darling above, the little ray of sunshine that barged in his life like the sun does in the unlit room of a teenager trying to sleep in on a Saturday morning. He needed to survie, he needed to be remembered! Capitano pulled himself away with one last sliver of hope and strength lef tin him and managed to escape the two deformities' range of distruction.

'Run!'

He turned his head with such a whiplash that he swore his head had fallen off his shoulders for a second. You weren't there, of course, only a sick part of his brain thought that you were. Or maybe this place was trying to trick him once again. Maybe eevrything was just in his head or in the head of whatever malevolent creature reigned the Kingdom of Nightshadows.

Either way, he needed to find a way to fulfill his destiny and return to Teyvat before it was too late, before you would find solice in another man's arms.

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Days felt like seconds and months felt like years in this horrid place. Or maybe only a couple weeks passed, or maybe a couple seconds. Il Capitano couldn't tell anymore, because he lost track of time rather rapidly after the incident with the vortex; and to be honest, tracking time is the last thing you should worry about when you're in the land of the damned, alone and naked.

But why did he felt like time was important if he didn't even knew time here. And even if he knew it, loosing count would be too easy and therefore he'd loose the notion of what time was here.

His mind was a total fog, one as thick, if even thicker than the one that layed before him. He stopped walking cautiously a long time ago, the soles of his feet bleeding every now and then from the open wound caused by bone sharps and sharp stones scatered here and there, or by the laked and rivers of boiling blod that he had to traverse.

The world around him was going on for ever and ever; over and over. This was hell. His punishment for being imprudent and using his imortal powers a bit too much. And the heavenly principles do not like it when other omnipotent beings live on their turf, as you might have already found out. He finally eencounteres something after so many eoans of walking around. It was a fragment of a soul that floated minlessly in this abyss of a world he was in.

A slight smile crept on Capitano's dried and cold lips. "Do you know me, elder?" He had a feeling that this lost soul was one of the people he needed to guide in this place, and he was right when he saw the sparklet of light flicker slightly and kept following him around. He let if tag along, for now, until they will find its place in the forever realm.

This was his life for a long while, almost as long as the time he spent in silence. His wounds were cauterised and the ground seemed to shift to softer stone, someetimes finding moss on it to rest for a while before starting his endless journey. Only one thing kept him going: the traveller from the stars that found her way in his very heart, in the deepest of cravaces and taken roots there. A week they spent together, but that week was far more valuable than any years spent with souless and empty women of the Snezhnayan court rooms. He was tired of the way his life played as the Captain of the Fatui Harbingers.

"You seem very preocupied today, young man" One of the souls spoke to him in not one but 4 voices... they died as a group most likely. "Because I do not know when I will be able to return to my world and my home..." They laughed "Ah, don't worry. This place always serves justice"

'Tell this to the vortex that wanted to eat me alive the second I came here idiot...'

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A month passed in Teyvat since that unfortunate day and you were forced to leave Natlan by the impending doom that had to come in Snezhnaya. The parting was painful, sorrowful; you felt like you left a good part of yourself in that cave with him the day you left. But it's what was needed to be done, it's what he would've wanted to.

With heavy footsteps and an even heavier heart, you rose from the undertow, met by the teasing sun. It burned your eyes the first couple of seconds, as you were not used to it anymore. The sun... is this realy the reason why he sacrificed himself? For others to enjoy and bask in the fake light of a man-made sun? It was not fair, none of it was.

"Traveler! Are you ok? How are you feeling?" Paimon, the sweetheart that she is always had (and hopefully will still) been worried about you. One of the few people who actually cared enough about you was a small floating fairy with the glutony of a thousand gods. It would have been funny, if you were not still grieving the loss of The First Fatui Harbinger. "You look so pale... Paimon thinks you should rest before leaving Natlan."

'Can we stay here forever, Paimon?'

You couldn't bring yourself to even say a yes or no to her question, only making a vague gesture with your head towards her. She knew what you were thinking about and this broke her little heart. She took one of your hands in hers and slowly nudged you to sit on some fluffy moss. You'd think that saving a nation would earn you its respect and the people would treat you good, especially the Archon. But you knew better than to believe that.

Mondstadt only used you to save its own ass, kicking you out the second you solved their problems. Lyiue thought you were a killer for so long only because you were not from their nation, that not even a thousand half-teethed 'thank you's from Ningguang could change how you felt. Inazuma hated its own people and you thought it would treat you good? Sumeru was much like Mondstadt, but they actually expected you to help them no matter what, not only gambling on you. The Aranara were somewhat sweet to you in their own weird way. Natlan... Natlan thought it would be very funny to make you fall in love and then crush your soul alltogether.

Capitano was right; the Archons and the people that serve them are nothing but entitled pricks who's make anything in order to proffit off your well being and your kindness. And of course, there were Deinsleif and Aether. If they so claimed that they hold enough power to go against the Heavenly Principles now, why didn't they? They had to wait 500 years for you to break from the meteor and start looking for them? To start repairing their mistakes? Thrain was the only one you could trully trust, that you could share your beliefs with.

Even in Paimon you couldn't confine in, she was sometimes too clueless or innocent to understand your true feelings and the language barrier was always a problem. Yes, you did learn some amount of universal Teyvatan, but it was never enough. You could never trully express the way you felt towards everyone and anyone.

You found yourself laying on the green, lush moss and slowly falling asleep. A restless sleep but sleep nevertheless. It felt so real, it was so lucid, he was there. Capitano was with you, or you with him, in a realm of shadows and darkness, no light to even illuminate the way you were going. But you were going, because you trusted him, because you believed in him. But in a moment-

The view. or rather lack of it was shattered and torn and you were thrown in the frozen Tundra of Snezhnaya. "Are you alright, cara mia?" The voice was so much rougher and drier, like it was that of a man thousands of years living without a sliver of water to wet his vocal cords with. His voice sent warm shivers down your spine and you threw himself in his claws, giggling.

But every dream with him has to end, doesn't it? He was gone, after all.

You were now in a cacrt dragged by a local type of horse. Lavian horses, in all their warm might could never melt the ice in your heart. The ice he left when he decided to save Mavuika. And for what?! What about you?! You felt yourself growing more and more cold at even the thought of your Capitano thinking of saving another woman. Maybe you two were never meant to be. Maybe it was them and you misstook his kindness to love. It had been so long, forever even, since someone showed you care and affection.

Suddenly, you heard Paimon shrieking and telling the woman handling the Lavian to start hurrying. You turned your head towards the shadows that Paimon was looking at and they were... massive. And moving fast.

"I have never seen something like this before...! Go Gero, go fast!"

"We're going to be human popsicles soon!"

You took your sword, your grip painful on the already worn down handle. Your knukles were turning white with desperation, you needed to act now. There was no way a horse could outrun whatever this thing was, not for long at least.

At Paimon's desperate attempts to stop you from confronting it, you snarled and told her to fuck off. You jumped off from the cart and the soles of your feet hit the frozen snow, the flakes crushed into small pillars of icy terror that pierced your skin. Maybe you should've made sure to wear something more than your socks and a dress adeqvated to Sumeru's climate than this one, but you didn't care at this point. To be honest, you didn't even know why you cared in the first place. None of them did. None of them helped you.

You strode painfully towards the shadow as you realised something... It didn't move for some time, as if it was waiting for you to come to it. Maybe it was not a hostile mob, but one of the 'gentle' giants of Snezhnaya like the frozen Tibiru (a giant bear with 6 heads that roamed the forests in search of frozen meat discarded by humans near the streams; rule no 1: if you left it alone, it will leave you alone).

"Y/N, you are here-"

You could swear there was something familiar in that voice. But it couldn't be right? You had to be dreaming, right? One of those lucid dreams with him in it... Most likely.

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The wind cut roughly through your hair and skin, as you were holding on for dear life by the horns of Thrain. Horns? Well darling, you were surprised to find out that the shadow in the tundra was no other than the Captain, back from the Underworld in his true form and ready to fulfill his desteny to a full. You were torn between being happy he returned and being angry with him... But after he told you his true reason for descending into the Nighttime Kingdoms, you were back to adoring him.

"Cara mia, you need to understand that sometimes a man has to hide things from his darling in order to protect her. It was not my intention to make you suffer... I apologise for this, but-"

"It's ok, I think I understand..."

"Then would you like to accompany me in battle one more time?"

"Yes-"

And now you were swerving the skies together to get to the Zapolyarny Palace and kill the head of the snake that coiled around the power of Teyvat once and for all. Even if it was going to be the last battle you fight, you knew that, this time, everything will feel like it came from the bottom of your heart. There will be ballads about two lovers who went and challanged the unchallangeable for a chance to change the world as it is now.

"Thrain?" You leaned in closer to him, your heart pounding "I feel the Statue of the Seventh just bellow us." You always thought that your powers to absorb all elemental powers without a vision was a blessing, but sometimes it was a curse. Now, it was one of those times you thanked yourself you had these weird and unpredictable powers.

You felt his body twist and dive at a greater speed, making you dizzy. You so needed to get reaccustomed with riding dragons. Now more than ever sincce Thrain was one.

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Blood, everywhere you looked there was blood pooling from the countless bodies of Fatui agents and palace guards. You had no mercy. They all needed to pay for their sins and you werre ready to make them suffer for it too. Simply taking their life was too much of a blessing, as the Cryo Dragon told you. His stories about the underworlds made your soul shatter. He went through so much just to make sure that the innocent people of Kaenri'ah were safely guided through that nightmare of a realm.

A newly fledged agent caught your gase, as he desperately tried to trag the upper half of his friend away from the battle, not realising the fucker was already gone. Thrain has swung his tail once and beheaded banny, or cut them in half from the strength of his nsap-back. You let our a small laugh. This was going to be fun. You got to them and swung your Dull Blad into the already dead body. "He's gone, buddy. Quit looking so desperate. It's pathetic really. Didn't the Tsaritsa teach you to fight with glory in your poisoned hearts and brains?"

The look on that poor fella'ss face made your day and night for maybe 3 weeks. You were proud of yourself as you saw him literally crawling to you and asking you to spare his life, that he had family- family ey?. You grabbed him by the throat and held him up in the air, chocking him only slightly. "Listen here you fucker, you better go and tell Pierro that if he does not get here right this instant, the Cryo Dragon will blow ice so cold over the forsaken region that it will burn. Understood?"

He nodded rapidly, scurrying away like a rat before being stomped once by Thrain's clawed leg, his body making an all-known bone shuttering crack. He didn't even scream, all his nerves were mostly crushed and his body pure'd into mush. "Oh, oops~ How silly of myself." He let out a chocked and dry laugh and lowered his head, licking one of your cheeks. "I'll be careful to not hurt one of your pets again, cara mia." You placed a kiss on his muzzle and pat him.

You loved him, he loved you. And the two of you were going to fight here until either they manage to kill you, or until there are no more Harbingers to torture.

A week and a day worth of slaughter was what finally made the Tsatrisa act, with almmost all the Harbingers on her side, not counting Capitano and.. surprisingly, Childe. He and Paimon came to the palace as soon as he caught word of everything and decided to side with you against these tirants. "It is an honour to fight along side you, Capitano-" "Likewise, Ajax. But now we no longer bare the names she gave us. Let us win and show the people of Snezhnaya that they believed in a traitor all along"

And so, you all clashed into battle, yet you had an advantage. Paimon was floating over everyone and giving you intel about their positions and next attacks, like a great spy. You were surprised that she offered to fight and did not seem terrified or taken aback by your display of anger and violence. This felt like home, this was home.

The Tsaritsa was most terrified the second Thrain regurgitated the bodies of most her beloved Harbingers and with her weapon on your side, this was a loosing battle. "I... I do not understand, I-" "You were always destined to loose, Mariushka. Bow before the dragon of cryo or face the consequences"

And she did, forfeithing her gnosis and the other captured to him.

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You now stood on the icy throne in Prishkanitza Palace, as Thrain now called it, listening in on some complains people had about lack of food, nodding your head along. The vaults of the Fatui were full of food, so you'd just lead them to it and serve them with enough to last them a month or so. The foreverfrost was slowly stepping back now that you became ruler. And what a ruler you were now: with Thrain's draconic body coiled around the throne and yoursel, his head resting by your side, muzzle bumping in your thigh to beg you for your attention.

"I crave you...."

"And if someone comes in? Have you not thought about this until now?"

"Humans have always made me confused. But one thing is for sure: no man will dare enter when they hear the way I make you scream"

How he never ceased to make you blush.... it was his talent truth be told. Not that you complained, but you were more red than an overriped sunsetia in may. You felt a clawed han tentalizingly pulling your fluffy leggings off. "You are as horny as a teenager..." You muttered, as you lifted yourself slightly to allow him to pull the garment off completely and discard it somewhere in the distance. "Tharin!" You shouted in complete shock to how rough he was right now.

"Hush, you enjoy it"

True, you were enjoying it, but you were not going to let him know that. He didn't need to know that. You shivered and mewled at the feeling of a cold talon brushing against your core. You heard him chuckle and say something lewed about not wearing any panties on today. It was very comfortable and refreshing alright? Sometimes you were so tired of your granny skirt underpants that wearing underleggings gave you... freedom so to speak.

He nuzzled his head in between your legs as you shifted on the throne to allow your legs to part more. He game you a first lap, his tongue so cold it tickled your tiny clit and made it pulse slightly. "P-please... more!" Like you needed to beg; he would've gave you more even if you didn't want to. He was a service dragon alright.

Thrain's tongue ran over you folds many times before making you tremble and beg for him to take you. "And ruin you now, cara mia? No... not yet" Oh this gian fool- You lightly smacked the top of his head, his tough reptile skin rough to the touch. Bixby, reminder to force dragon husband to bathe in lotion- He rumbled and blew a light lizard in your facec as a response. Such a man- dragon! He was so kinky and silly before. You cannot imagine now.

He brough a tallon to his mouth and bit it shorter, rouder. "Hold still and tell me if it hurts-" He then pushed that finger in, slowly making your wet pussy give in and accept it inside you. It didn't hurt as much as you'd thought, but it did hint a bit of discomfort the first moments. He gently curled his finger inside you, trying to remember where exactly your- "Oh, my stars!" There it was. He began to draw in and out of you at quite the pace as his muzzle found its way back to your clit. Thrain loved every each of your whiny moans, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"Oh, just fuck me already, you overgrown lizard!"

"Only if I see this pretty pussy squirt for me, love. Come on, give it to me~"

He teased you, moving so his big phallus was resting over your vagina. "Oh don't tease me-" You tried to protest as he rubbed back and forth on you.

"Oh, I'm going to get what I want and you know it, my tiny one"

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Extremely stupid ratchet comic

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MDNI: But Summer Never Came...

Pairing: Il Capitano x F! reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: 18+

Warnings: necro cryo dragon aka Capitano, afterdeath, kinda resurection, is he Jeasus, or is he a hot draconic demon father-, major character death and killing spree, torture, implied sexual abuse, majour simping over a godly dragon, having sex with a giant lizard in... you'll see...

Female traveler being blessed and cursed at the same time lol

Two days have already passed since he stood unmoving on the Throne of Fire, yet you felt like it had been 100 years at this point. A life without him, the man who oh-so-sillily joked with you about grilling Paimon for dinner one night when you failed to hunt a Bulbozaur, or even a small little Crawahal; the man who was feared by so many people that you thought you were going to pee your pants; the man whom you first bedded with in this world and taught you to love men again.

In other words, Il Capitano, the First of the Fatui Harbingers, and your one week lover was now sat unmoving and devoided of any soul he might have on that stupid throne. You never left that room in the underground, staying by his side and going to drink water by an underground little stream and eating whatever Paimon brought you from aboveground.

Sometimes, you swore that he moved, or flinched when you'd be crying at his self-made grave, like he wanted to while away your tears with his gloves hands and tell you everything will be OK, to tell you to stop mourning and save Snezhnaya as you did with the other nations. Because he can't now, he can't protect his people from the terrors that hide in the frozen tundra. Corvins... were only a nuisance, not even full threats, yet they could tear off the head of an unfortunate human in one swift claw move. But a greater threat played upon the land of the Archon of Love: the forever frost.

"Comrade-" The voice grounded you back to the world of the living, though truth be speaking, you wanted to follow the captain into the abyss that the Nightkingdom was, just so you know he's OK. Your twin knew where you were and never tried to come after you the same way you tried to go after them, so what was the point? The only people who would actually miss you were Paimon and maybe Child, but you could never be sure.

You turned your head to see the very familiar shade of bloody orange that Tartaglia's hair had, and a small floating white bunch of hair hiding behind. Childe and Paimon came to check on you and give you some resources again. How nice of them; how pitiful of a situation for you.

You sat up on wobbly feet, feeling as if the ground under you turned into a pit of quicksand and you were slowly sinking into it with a sharp pain in your soles. They furt like you were walking on broken glass wine bottles from Monstadt; they hurt like you were walking on shards of chaina from Lyiue; they hurt like you were walking on electrocharged sakura flowers from Inazuma; they hurt as if you were put to walk over a pit of over heated sand from the desert of Sumeru; they hurt like you were stabbed with mechanical daggers from Yvres shop in Fontaine.... and they hurt like you lost your kindred soul somewhere in Natlan.

"Mavuika was right... she should've"

"Don't even start it, Y/N. She meant well-"

"She killed him"

"He killed himself, traveller"

You didn't want to admit it, but they were right. The Captain being the all-rightous man that he was, wanted to save everyone. Everyone but why not himself. Why make you suffer. Why was he so quiet a day before everything happened... it was like he knew what was going to happen...

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Cold- no, frigid was what Il Capitano's first contact with the barrier between Natland and the Kingdom of Nighttime Shadows, one of the many names the liminal space bore into the commonfolk. He felt undressed in the sheer cold. You'd think a man that spent more than 500 years in the land of The Cryo Archon would make a man get used to the cold, but this wasn't the same. It wasn't the same feeling as the one of snow on your lukewarm skin on the overworld of Teyvat; it was a forever chilling sensation in the deepest parts of your bones. Having had 10 furcoats and one would still be able to freeze to death.

'Perhaps this is not the Place I should guard. A trickery, might've-'

He glenced up and saw i, in the myriad of darkened clouds that covered both ground and 'sky', a spiral of blood and terror formed before him. The agonised screams of the ones before him echoed from the epi-center of the crpitid-like tornado. 'Well isn't this just sweel.' He took a couple steps forward, cautiously looking around for any other realm deformity he might find.

A sudden gust of wind hit from his back and and one from his front. Weird... this place has no winds- He turned his head and saw behind him the same kind of rupture in the realm, each one of them trying to suck up everything in their path. Almost aligned to a comma, the two deformities could cause a vortex and rip appart everything that was unfortunate enough to fall in between them. And guess who was in between the two reality-altering colosus? Capitano, of course. Why wouldn't he!?

'Most unfortunate... Perhaps of I stand right in the middleway, I will be able to stand until the passing of one of them.'

But that was easier said than done, as the two vortexes seemed to last forever, and hold their ground in eternity, not moving a milimeter left or right or wrong or true or- you get the idea. He was going to fall victim to the realm deformities one moment or the other. Even he could not stand still for eternity (irronic, in the overworld he is very mmuch unmoving). He was slowly growing more and more desperate as time went on and his legs started to give in. He felt heavier than ever before, even if now he had no armour on him to slow him down or ground him. Ground him... ground!

He got an idea, an idea so trivial that he cursed himself for not thinking about it earlier. He felt stupid - maybe this is how the 10th felt all this way. But, I digress. Il Capitano carefully let himself crouch down to the ground, and then lay flat on his front. He felt the suction power of the two colosus' getting stronger; a response that whatever Purgatory this was, it did not like the fact that he was trying to escape.

"This is your devine punishment, Thrain! Do not dare run away from it, you coward!"

He did not care for the voice that shouted after him, a mixture of broken souls and terror if was. He crawled away from it, his skin burning from the friction with the uneaven ground that was covered in sharp stones and bonedust. He bit down on his lower lip to cover a whine, his sharp cannines puncturing his lips and slowly drawing out droplets of fresh blood. The harbinger managed to crawl away for a couple of feet before the strength of the void-wating deformities grew. His nails dug deep into the ground to anchor himself, his knuckles turning an off shade of white from the pressure.

"You will not get me alive, you-"

"You are already dead, Thrain"

No, no he cannot be dead. He needs to succede, he needs to complete his mission in order to return to his darling above, the little ray of sunshine that barged in his life like the sun does in the unlit room of a teenager trying to sleep in on a Saturday morning. He needed to survie, he needed to be remembered! Capitano pulled himself away with one last sliver of hope and strength lef tin him and managed to escape the two deformities' range of distruction.

'Run!'

He turned his head with such a whiplash that he swore his head had fallen off his shoulders for a second. You weren't there, of course, only a sick part of his brain thought that you were. Or maybe this place was trying to trick him once again. Maybe eevrything was just in his head or in the head of whatever malevolent creature reigned the Kingdom of Nightshadows.

Either way, he needed to find a way to fulfill his destiny and return to Teyvat before it was too late, before you would find solice in another man's arms.

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Days felt like seconds and months felt like years in this horrid place. Or maybe only a couple weeks passed, or maybe a couple seconds. Il Capitano couldn't tell anymore, because he lost track of time rather rapidly after the incident with the vortex; and to be honest, tracking time is the last thing you should worry about when you're in the land of the damned, alone and naked.

But why did he felt like time was important if he didn't even knew time here. And even if he knew it, loosing count would be too easy and therefore he'd loose the notion of what time was here.

His mind was a total fog, one as thick, if even thicker than the one that layed before him. He stopped walking cautiously a long time ago, the soles of his feet bleeding every now and then from the open wound caused by bone sharps and sharp stones scatered here and there, or by the laked and rivers of boiling blod that he had to traverse.

The world around him was going on for ever and ever; over and over. This was hell. His punishment for being imprudent and using his imortal powers a bit too much. And the heavenly principles do not like it when other omnipotent beings live on their turf, as you might have already found out. He finally eencounteres something after so many eoans of walking around. It was a fragment of a soul that floated minlessly in this abyss of a world he was in.

A slight smile crept on Capitano's dried and cold lips. "Do you know me, elder?" He had a feeling that this lost soul was one of the people he needed to guide in this place, and he was right when he saw the sparklet of light flicker slightly and kept following him around. He let if tag along, for now, until they will find its place in the forever realm.

This was his life for a long while, almost as long as the time he spent in silence. His wounds were cauterised and the ground seemed to shift to softer stone, someetimes finding moss on it to rest for a while before starting his endless journey. Only one thing kept him going: the traveller from the stars that found her way in his very heart, in the deepest of cravaces and taken roots there. A week they spent together, but that week was far more valuable than any years spent with souless and empty women of the Snezhnayan court rooms. He was tired of the way his life played as the Captain of the Fatui Harbingers.

"You seem very preocupied today, young man" One of the souls spoke to him in not one but 4 voices... they died as a group most likely. "Because I do not know when I will be able to return to my world and my home..." They laughed "Ah, don't worry. This place always serves justice"

'Tell this to the vortex that wanted to eat me alive the second I came here idiot...'

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A month passed in Teyvat since that unfortunate day and you were forced to leave Natlan by the impending doom that had to come in Snezhnaya. The parting was painful, sorrowful; you felt like you left a good part of yourself in that cave with him the day you left. But it's what was needed to be done, it's what he would've wanted to.

With heavy footsteps and an even heavier heart, you rose from the undertow, met by the teasing sun. It burned your eyes the first couple of seconds, as you were not used to it anymore. The sun... is this realy the reason why he sacrificed himself? For others to enjoy and bask in the fake light of a man-made sun? It was not fair, none of it was.

"Traveler! Are you ok? How are you feeling?" Paimon, the sweetheart that she is always had (and hopefully will still) been worried about you. One of the few people who actually cared enough about you was a small floating fairy with the glutony of a thousand gods. It would have been funny, if you were not still grieving the loss of The First Fatui Harbinger. "You look so pale... Paimon thinks you should rest before leaving Natlan."

'Can we stay here forever, Paimon?'

You couldn't bring yourself to even say a yes or no to her question, only making a vague gesture with your head towards her. She knew what you were thinking about and this broke her little heart. She took one of your hands in hers and slowly nudged you to sit on some fluffy moss. You'd think that saving a nation would earn you its respect and the people would treat you good, especially the Archon. But you knew better than to believe that.

Mondstadt only used you to save its own ass, kicking you out the second you solved their problems. Lyiue thought you were a killer for so long only because you were not from their nation, that not even a thousand half-teethed 'thank you's from Ningguang could change how you felt. Inazuma hated its own people and you thought it would treat you good? Sumeru was much like Mondstadt, but they actually expected you to help them no matter what, not only gambling on you. The Aranara were somewhat sweet to you in their own weird way. Natlan... Natlan thought it would be very funny to make you fall in love and then crush your soul alltogether.

Capitano was right; the Archons and the people that serve them are nothing but entitled pricks who's make anything in order to proffit off your well being and your kindness. And of course, there were Deinsleif and Aether. If they so claimed that they hold enough power to go against the Heavenly Principles now, why didn't they? They had to wait 500 years for you to break from the meteor and start looking for them? To start repairing their mistakes? Thrain was the only one you could trully trust, that you could share your beliefs with.

Even in Paimon you couldn't confine in, she was sometimes too clueless or innocent to understand your true feelings and the language barrier was always a problem. Yes, you did learn some amount of universal Teyvatan, but it was never enough. You could never trully express the way you felt towards everyone and anyone.

You found yourself laying on the green, lush moss and slowly falling asleep. A restless sleep but sleep nevertheless. It felt so real, it was so lucid, he was there. Capitano was with you, or you with him, in a realm of shadows and darkness, no light to even illuminate the way you were going. But you were going, because you trusted him, because you believed in him. But in a moment-

The view. or rather lack of it was shattered and torn and you were thrown in the frozen Tundra of Snezhnaya. "Are you alright, cara mia?" The voice was so much rougher and drier, like it was that of a man thousands of years living without a sliver of water to wet his vocal cords with. His voice sent warm shivers down your spine and you threw himself in his claws, giggling.

But every dream with him has to end, doesn't it? He was gone, after all.

You were now in a cacrt dragged by a local type of horse. Lavian horses, in all their warm might could never melt the ice in your heart. The ice he left when he decided to save Mavuika. And for what?! What about you?! You felt yourself growing more and more cold at even the thought of your Capitano thinking of saving another woman. Maybe you two were never meant to be. Maybe it was them and you misstook his kindness to love. It had been so long, forever even, since someone showed you care and affection.

Suddenly, you heard Paimon shrieking and telling the woman handling the Lavian to start hurrying. You turned your head towards the shadows that Paimon was looking at and they were... massive. And moving fast.

"I have never seen something like this before...! Go Gero, go fast!"

"We're going to be human popsicles soon!"

You took your sword, your grip painful on the already worn down handle. Your knukles were turning white with desperation, you needed to act now. There was no way a horse could outrun whatever this thing was, not for long at least.

At Paimon's desperate attempts to stop you from confronting it, you snarled and told her to fuck off. You jumped off from the cart and the soles of your feet hit the frozen snow, the flakes crushed into small pillars of icy terror that pierced your skin. Maybe you should've made sure to wear something more than your socks and a dress adeqvated to Sumeru's climate than this one, but you didn't care at this point. To be honest, you didn't even know why you cared in the first place. None of them did. None of them helped you.

You strode painfully towards the shadow as you realised something... It didn't move for some time, as if it was waiting for you to come to it. Maybe it was not a hostile mob, but one of the 'gentle' giants of Snezhnaya like the frozen Tibiru (a giant bear with 6 heads that roamed the forests in search of frozen meat discarded by humans near the streams; rule no 1: if you left it alone, it will leave you alone).

"Y/N, you are here-"

You could swear there was something familiar in that voice. But it couldn't be right? You had to be dreaming, right? One of those lucid dreams with him in it... Most likely.

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The wind cut roughly through your hair and skin, as you were holding on for dear life by the horns of Thrain. Horns? Well darling, you were surprised to find out that the shadow in the tundra was no other than the Captain, back from the Underworld in his true form and ready to fulfill his desteny to a full. You were torn between being happy he returned and being angry with him... But after he told you his true reason for descending into the Nighttime Kingdoms, you were back to adoring him.

"Cara mia, you need to understand that sometimes a man has to hide things from his darling in order to protect her. It was not my intention to make you suffer... I apologise for this, but-"

"It's ok, I think I understand..."

"Then would you like to accompany me in battle one more time?"

"Yes-"

And now you were swerving the skies together to get to the Zapolyarny Palace and kill the head of the snake that coiled around the power of Teyvat once and for all. Even if it was going to be the last battle you fight, you knew that, this time, everything will feel like it came from the bottom of your heart. There will be ballads about two lovers who went and challanged the unchallangeable for a chance to change the world as it is now.

"Thrain?" You leaned in closer to him, your heart pounding "I feel the Statue of the Seventh just bellow us." You always thought that your powers to absorb all elemental powers without a vision was a blessing, but sometimes it was a curse. Now, it was one of those times you thanked yourself you had these weird and unpredictable powers.

You felt his body twist and dive at a greater speed, making you dizzy. You so needed to get reaccustomed with riding dragons. Now more than ever sincce Thrain was one.

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Blood, everywhere you looked there was blood pooling from the countless bodies of Fatui agents and palace guards. You had no mercy. They all needed to pay for their sins and you werre ready to make them suffer for it too. Simply taking their life was too much of a blessing, as the Cryo Dragon told you. His stories about the underworlds made your soul shatter. He went through so much just to make sure that the innocent people of Kaenri'ah were safely guided through that nightmare of a realm.

A newly fledged agent caught your gase, as he desperately tried to trag the upper half of his friend away from the battle, not realising the fucker was already gone. Thrain has swung his tail once and beheaded banny, or cut them in half from the strength of his nsap-back. You let our a small laugh. This was going to be fun. You got to them and swung your Dull Blad into the already dead body. "He's gone, buddy. Quit looking so desperate. It's pathetic really. Didn't the Tsaritsa teach you to fight with glory in your poisoned hearts and brains?"

The look on that poor fella'ss face made your day and night for maybe 3 weeks. You were proud of yourself as you saw him literally crawling to you and asking you to spare his life, that he had family- family ey?. You grabbed him by the throat and held him up in the air, chocking him only slightly. "Listen here you fucker, you better go and tell Pierro that if he does not get here right this instant, the Cryo Dragon will blow ice so cold over the forsaken region that it will burn. Understood?"

He nodded rapidly, scurrying away like a rat before being stomped once by Thrain's clawed leg, his body making an all-known bone shuttering crack. He didn't even scream, all his nerves were mostly crushed and his body pure'd into mush. "Oh, oops~ How silly of myself." He let out a chocked and dry laugh and lowered his head, licking one of your cheeks. "I'll be careful to not hurt one of your pets again, cara mia." You placed a kiss on his muzzle and pat him.

You loved him, he loved you. And the two of you were going to fight here until either they manage to kill you, or until there are no more Harbingers to torture.

A week and a day worth of slaughter was what finally made the Tsatrisa act, with almmost all the Harbingers on her side, not counting Capitano and.. surprisingly, Childe. He and Paimon came to the palace as soon as he caught word of everything and decided to side with you against these tirants. "It is an honour to fight along side you, Capitano-" "Likewise, Ajax. But now we no longer bare the names she gave us. Let us win and show the people of Snezhnaya that they believed in a traitor all along"

And so, you all clashed into battle, yet you had an advantage. Paimon was floating over everyone and giving you intel about their positions and next attacks, like a great spy. You were surprised that she offered to fight and did not seem terrified or taken aback by your display of anger and violence. This felt like home, this was home.

The Tsaritsa was most terrified the second Thrain regurgitated the bodies of most her beloved Harbingers and with her weapon on your side, this was a loosing battle. "I... I do not understand, I-" "You were always destined to loose, Mariushka. Bow before the dragon of cryo or face the consequences"

And she did, forfeithing her gnosis and the other captured to him.

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You now stood on the icy throne in Prishkanitza Palace, as Thrain now called it, listening in on some complains people had about lack of food, nodding your head along. The vaults of the Fatui were full of food, so you'd just lead them to it and serve them with enough to last them a month or so. The foreverfrost was slowly stepping back now that you became ruler. And what a ruler you were now: with Thrain's draconic body coiled around the throne and yoursel, his head resting by your side, muzzle bumping in your thigh to beg you for your attention.

"I crave you...."

"And if someone comes in? Have you not thought about this until now?"

"Humans have always made me confused. But one thing is for sure: no man will dare enter when they hear the way I make you scream"

How he never ceased to make you blush.... it was his talent truth be told. Not that you complained, but you were more red than an overriped sunsetia in may. You felt a clawed han tentalizingly pulling your fluffy leggings off. "You are as horny as a teenager..." You muttered, as you lifted yourself slightly to allow him to pull the garment off completely and discard it somewhere in the distance. "Tharin!" You shouted in complete shock to how rough he was right now.

"Hush, you enjoy it"

True, you were enjoying it, but you were not going to let him know that. He didn't need to know that. You shivered and mewled at the feeling of a cold talon brushing against your core. You heard him chuckle and say something lewed about not wearing any panties on today. It was very comfortable and refreshing alright? Sometimes you were so tired of your granny skirt underpants that wearing underleggings gave you... freedom so to speak.

He nuzzled his head in between your legs as you shifted on the throne to allow your legs to part more. He game you a first lap, his tongue so cold it tickled your tiny clit and made it pulse slightly. "P-please... more!" Like you needed to beg; he would've gave you more even if you didn't want to. He was a service dragon alright.

Thrain's tongue ran over you folds many times before making you tremble and beg for him to take you. "And ruin you now, cara mia? No... not yet" Oh this gian fool- You lightly smacked the top of his head, his tough reptile skin rough to the touch. Bixby, reminder to force dragon husband to bathe in lotion- He rumbled and blew a light lizard in your facec as a response. Such a man- dragon! He was so kinky and silly before. You cannot imagine now.

He brough a tallon to his mouth and bit it shorter, rouder. "Hold still and tell me if it hurts-" He then pushed that finger in, slowly making your wet pussy give in and accept it inside you. It didn't hurt as much as you'd thought, but it did hint a bit of discomfort the first moments. He gently curled his finger inside you, trying to remember where exactly your- "Oh, my stars!" There it was. He began to draw in and out of you at quite the pace as his muzzle found its way back to your clit. Thrain loved every each of your whiny moans, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"Oh, just fuck me already, you overgrown lizard!"

"Only if I see this pretty pussy squirt for me, love. Come on, give it to me~"

He teased you, moving so his big phallus was resting over your vagina. "Oh don't tease me-" You tried to protest as he rubbed back and forth on you.

"Oh, I'm going to get what I want and you know it, my tiny one"

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MDNI: An Ocean full of Fish and I Chose an Alien Squid! Part 1

>Part 1< | Part 2

Pairing: Vilgax x F! Reader Fandom: Ben 10 (lets imagine it's OV but with the swag of OG) Rating: 18+ Warnings: micro religious trauma, exccessive and obssessive courting, he's literally insane, sex, tentacle sex, oviposition?! THEY HAVE EGGS?!, xeno, age gap, size difference, size kink, why am I still trying-, he doesn't have any respect for humans but loves you, or wants you as a prize, he can't decide, btw he's very warm--

Writing this for the .5 people out there. And I am half of those by the way.

Life was created by God, that's what everyone taught you from the youngest of ages. He made us in his image, the quote rang in your head everytime you heard or saw a crime on the 17:00 TV News; what a horrible image we were then. Because humans cause so much suffering, to the point you were asking yourself If He made us in his image then does it mean he is just as bad? Of course, this was caused by humans believing into an actual god, unlike the other speecies in the Universe.

The first time you heard about the aliens was when the news reporter turned into some kind or one-eyed monster with antenas and sappy greyish skin. Your world was turned upside down and outside in; oh no... dizzy... But it was reality now; life on earth changing little by little and trying to accept the existance fo aliens. To be honest, you were scared at first since all the movies depicted aliens as bad- the reality being that they were not very much different from us.

Well, most of them at least. Nothing, and I mean nothing in your entire life could've prepared you for the day that you met him. He was so much larger than you, towering over a one-floor house if he stood straight, his green skin scarred from the many battles he had in his ages, his eyes a dark red. Those eyes that kept staring into your soul, trying to read you in seconds; to find out what made you click. He was nothing short of a horrific being that looked built to inflict terror; but you weren't terrified.

Terrified was too strong of a word to put it. You were scared, yes; but the fact he did not look hostile towards you calmed you down somewhat. Vilgax wasn't the type of man you'd see every day - and no, I do not mean that he is an alien - but he carried himself with respect, like he didn't allow people to give him smack. At first glance, at least...

If God really did create us in his image, then who the fuck created him?

He barely caught a glance of you the first time you saw him, drinking in your form for much longer than he did with other humans. Vilgax hated humans with a burning passion; not only did the Tenysons always stand in his way, but the whole of humanity was a dark and frigid memory buried somewhere very deep in his heart. He despised humans, he wanted nothing less than to conquer this forsaken planet and throw it in slavery as he did to many others he viewed under him.

And you, my dear, were going to be the jewel on top of everything.

It is needless to say that he held little respect towards humans so his first thoughts to just take you in as a war prize once he conquered Earth wasn't so unreasonable. The Chimeran warlord was, is, and most probably will be a collector of objects from places he destroyed. Objects could also mean living beings, unfortunately.

His mind kept trailing off to you more than he'd like to admit it. Training: will she think I'm too scary?; Paperwork: She'd make a great companion in an age of boredom; Sleeping: Do humans even sleep-- So indeed, Vilgax would find himself thinking about you until the day he 'accidentally' made two cups of thirn tea. The realization hit him late, only when the sweet smell of the herbal tea kept bugging him long after he finished his cup.

"I am growing too soft..." He mumbled to himself as he let out a heavy sigh.

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Sunday morning, the lukewarm April sun hit your windows, got past your drapes, and cascaded your room. Your alarm rang in vain, as you were already awake in the bathroom after another restless night. After meeting the alien warlord (more like seeing, because truly you don't even think he acknowledged you), sleep came seldom. You were sleepless, you were skittish around people because you felt guilty. You felt guilty that you allowed others to worry about you. If you miss another Sunday, your parents will be very saddened... 'Get your act together, Y/N...' You told yourself, getting ready for today.

You found yourself before the priest as he scolded you for getting too close to a dangerous situation. Even if he was gentle with you, his words still cut deeper than maybe intended.

"You know better than I do that those visitors from the stars are not friendly in most cases. Stop trying to get yourself hurt."

"Yes, father."

"Why is it that you seem distant, dear? Are you still afraid?"

"No, father."

"Good. The last thing you need is to fear that creature of the devil. Have faith in yourself."

The anti-room was almost empty, just a few older people finding solice near the iconography or the meticulously painted walls. You walked slowly to the exit, something pulling at your heart, but it was different from fear. It was much greater and stronger than that, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was. Maybe, just maybe-- No, Y/N, focus... you cannot fall for a tirant!

Outside, you were met by the overwhelming scent of burning incence and candles by the altars for dead people, the flames of dozens uppon dozens of thin candles making everything even warmer. But not in a cozzy way at all. You saw a shadow at the corner of your eye, but when you turned around, no one was there. You were met by silence and emptiness. The once crowded courtyard of the church now madu you feel unsafe.

You were being followed

You hurried your way back home, darting past people, even bumping in a few in a desperate attempt to get on the bus before anyone else and sit at the veery back so you could feel somewhat more relieved. People were looking at you like you were a rabid animal trying to escape some unknown hunter or predator. Oh, if only they or you knew the amount of trouble you were in and whom exactly was after you...

Back walking down the street, back to seeing that shadow by your side. Although it was there, it did nothing more than just follow you, so in a way you were safe. It did not attack, it did not mock or try to rile you up into madness (yet), and that made you sigh in fake relief. It was just there, if it existed at all, looming just over your shoulder and letting you feel its imposing stature. It seemed massive, whatever it was. The sudden appearance and disappearance of the shadow was slowly making you go insane. Maybe Father Charles is right, maybe all I need is faith to make it go away.

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One unfortunate night, as you were desperately trying to finish a project due the week after, the clock was going on and on faster than you thought and you found yourself at your desk, at 3 am, with a stale and diluted coffee at your side and class notes scattered everywhere in an attempt to find the last fucking formula. Why did you wanted to study astro-phisics...? A man's field as well-- your family was right, you were going to fail, you were not going to become anyone. It would be a miracle to even finish the course if you can't finish a stupid project designing a one man shuttle for a Mars exploration 1 week before the turn in date.

You felt the pressence behind you once again, but you were not startled by it anymore, you grew accustomed to the eerie feeling of being watched by whatever was there. It seemed so tall that if was sloutched to enter your appartment, or at times it couldn't even get in, looming at your windows. That's why you now kept them shut, locked and at night you pulled the courtains. It could morph, somewhat morph, at your guess as you didnt really know how it looked anyway.

But you felt it, you wanted to scream as you did - a huge, frigid and strong hand placed on your shoulder and nape, the sheer size almost enveloping you and the tips of the talons slightly grazing your puffy skin, not yet scraping or puncturing it. Gentle was what this creature tried to be with you, as it looked like it was trying to comfort you.

You looked down, noticing the pear green skin, the rough and deep scars that shone a slightly off-minty color in the dim light of your room. You froze, remembering exactly to what this particular skin color belonged to, or rather-- to whom.

You swallowed drily, your throat burning with the wish to scream for help, or cry and beg him for mercy before he rips you apart and drinks your blood or God knows what his speecies does to humans. His rough, dry voice broke the line of thought in your head leaving you frozen in your chair. "Why are you awake at an hour like this? I thought you humans needed a good 8 sol-hours of sleep to recuperate-" You shrieked loudly, feeling him sqeeze your shoulder gently. Well, gently for an alien like him wasn't gentle enough for an avarage human like you.

"Apologies, but I thought you knew I was here. You even left the window unlocked this night" You wanted to punch yourself unconcious. A mistake like this, albeit small and seemingly unimportant made the difference and allowed him to get closer to you. But then again, why wait for almost 2 weeks for touching or talking to you? It seemed weird. Don't talk to him, Y/N. He does not come in peace. You kept repeating your small manttra as the lucid image of him shredding an agent rolled in your head like a film.

"That scared are you? Do not be, my dear. I do not tend to hurt those whom I want by my side"

"What-"

You bit your tongue as soon as that word left your mouth, but it was too late. The low rumble of his voice pulling you forcefully from the wish that it was all a nightmare. It wasn't, it was reality. The cruel adn unfortunate reality, because that felt too real not to be.

"Usually I'd wait more than a Waerux-forthnight to persue someone, but you seem to be destroying yourself, slowly..." Concern? Afigned, mocking one maybe, because you didnt want to believe that: 1) Someone was interested in you adn your welbeing; and 2) It had to be an evil alien tirrant, right? "The humans I met, although terribly annoying pests, at least knew how to take care of themselves"

You felt scholded by him, more than you should, but finally gathered up the courage to slowly, reluctantly turn around. Your desk chair rotated with a gentle tip-toed push, groaning lightly at the change of position as you were now face to face, eye to eye with one of the most cruel, unwelcoming, ravaging, evil, terrifying warlords in the whole Universe.

Vilgax stood before you

His body was sloutched by quite a bit to somewhat fit in your room. You always thought you had tall walls since you could barely scrape the ceiling with the tip of your broom while trying to get spider webs down... but the enourmous alien prooved you wrong. So, so wrong.

You felt sick. You wanted to scream. Your eyes burned with unshed tears, your head felt pressured by the weight of a thousand elephants at once, or like you were holding a ton of stones right above your head. Your voice gave in, letting a sounded whimper escape your lips like a last cry of hope, the last thing you'd ever be telling before the impending doom and death that awaited you. Your chest heaved, the pain in your throat and lungs making you unable to breath for a little while.

"Oh, for the love of Karon, breath-" He said, as he lightly shook you, still having a grip on your shoulder. Your vision was slowly darkening as a particle/fragmented spider web- like mesh was covering yout head. But there was nothing, it was all in your head, all in your hurt and twisted mind that could not discern between a night terror and reality anymore.

He tried his best to calm you down, but seeing as he couldn't because you were a very panic-y and terrified human, he just decided to let you fall into oblivion and put you in your bed. He was careful, neither wanting to hit the top of his head to the ceiling (for the 20th time that week... ouch) nor drop you and mnaking your wounds vary from a couple bruises to a strined leg or wrist.

Vilgax let your body fall into the softness of your pillows and blankets, and patiently waited for you to wake up. But you didn't, not even when the sun was starting to rise, not even when its rays made their way through your window, illuminating the already artificially-lit room, and especially... not even when your alarm rang. Even he knew you should get up now. With a wary hand wrapped around your body, he lightly shook you awake. "You should wake up, little one. It's already time to get ready for the day."

And you did wake up, to some extend. You were tired and grogy, as sandy residue dusted the corner of your eyes, making you rub them vigurously for a couple seconds. "Wha-" You turned your head and saw---

Nothing. Was he gone? Was it only a dream nightmare? Maybe you were so tired that you imagined the whole thing, your brain too tired from all your studies trying to attribute the shadowy figure to a real being. But then again... he toughed you, you felt his hand on your shoulder, you felt the cold talons threatening to pierce your skin, the blackout you had...

Right! the blackout! If you fainted in a panic attack, then how would you have gotten in bed yourself? And how exactly would there be a glass of water on your night stand if you kept all water in the kitchen and didn't usually get a cup for the night? It was weird, it was more than weird. It was terrifying! The thought of the mare possibility that the shadowy figure that kept looming at your back, kept following you around for the last 2 weeks being an alien warlord made you shiver.

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The following days came and went way too fast, but you eventually made an exceptional project for your one-man shuttle, finding a weird creative sense to even make a small layout of the spacecraft. It earned you extra points on the upcoming exam, not that you really needed them, and with them the envy of many boys your age that had mediocre projects.

During these days, you foudn random trinkets on your desk that you could put your hand in a fire stove or swear on the cross Jeasus died on that were alien. The objects just strenghtened the hypothesis of Vilgax being your stalker, the objects most likely coming from him. Joined with his presence being next to you all the time made this hypothesis feel real. One memoria in particular was accompanied with a small... ok not small but written on A4 paper was small for him- note that had weird symbols on it. Maybe his writing, you thought as you took it and pinned it on the saw wood board that was above your desk.

This trinket wasn't a trinket, but rather an artifact. It looked old and beaten down, made of a material close in shade to copper, but as tough and heavy as plumb. You were bearly able to lift it off your desk and set it aside, on the floor. Maybe I should try and figure out what he meant... You vividly remember that night before you had your blackout, your slight meeting with Vilgax closer to a lucid dream that started to wear off rather than an actual thing that happened.

Usually I'd wait more than a Waerux-forthnight to persue someone, but you seem to be destroying yourself, slowly.

Surely he didn't mean persue as in- oh... Oh he did! You googled more as a joke than a fact how do squids show interest in one another. And the answer was quite simple: following the other, observing them and learning what they liked, showing gestures that might be considered courtship-like and presenting themselves more colourful- well the last one seemed weird, but you did get mementos is coulors you showed more interest into. So maybe that was his equivalent.

But either way, it was clear now. You were being obsessedly courted by an evil and terrifying alien warlord...

You shuddered at the thought of a gigantic alien squid was trying to persue you, in his own weird way. What if the plumbers find out about this, or what I'd they did. Would they actually allow this to go on if they knew? Hardly. They would have had so many opportunities to try and capture him, ke at least neutralise him, drive him away.

Not even the intergalactic police knew.

You were at the mercy of the devil reincarnated, the words Father Charles told you circling the last standing braincell that was not corrupt with the terror of it all. You looked up, the note he left looking back at you. If it had eyes, it would stare at you all night. If it had a mouth, it would laugh and mock at you. If it had a mind, it would judge you and trick you.

Why did it had to be you of all people? Couldn't he have picked another human? Couldn't have he just stayed on his planet and leave you alone? No, of course not. He was a conquer-hungry man that had violence running through his skin.

The days went excrutiatingly slow for you from that point on. You fell into a weird routine of going to collage, getting home, working on your projects, go to church on Sunday and try to not pay any mind to the giant - yet somehow invisible to the others - octopus following you. How you dreaded that you once found dumbo octopi and coconut ones to be silly and cute. After having Vilgax in your home, even the idea of similar beings living on Earth gave you chills.

'If God created us in his image, then who the fuck created him?'

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Another restless night. The sky was a murky and dull dark blue, no- it looked gray, void of any shimmer of stars or the moon. You were by the window, mindlessly looking at a stray tomcat that was picking from the overflowed garbage can on the street. The little feline found a half eaten chicken drumstick in the garbage and began to gnaw at it with a passion. Even if you weren't close enough to hear it, you could swear you heard a deep purr...

Too deep...

Too deep and too close to be-

You turned around and shrieked seeing Vilgax right behind you. He tried to calm you down, running the knuckle of his indes finger up and down your spine and shushing you gently. "You're going to scare the tiny one there. Or your neighbours."

"You really need to quit this! It's eerie!" "Oh? Well I did not see you rejecting my attentions this past week or so, nor do I see you now trying to kick me out of your home. "That's different-" "Is it...?" He cut you off quickly, he knew what he was doing, he was trying to get in your head.

He was right, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you didn't report this to the Plumbers. You knew what you were getting yourself in when you lied to your family and Father Charles, omitting to ever tell them what was going on. You knew what you were getting yourself in when you mindlessly collected every single shiny and colourful object he brought you. And you knew what you were getting yourself into the second you allowed him to be in your home, to touch you, to talk to you.

Before you knew it, your feet were no longer on the tiled floor, your waist being tightly held for support and the two of you kissing. It was a short one, and he was way too cautious in comparison with his behaviour until now, like he was afraid to scare you or break you. After you pulled away, the warm feeling of him war still on your lips. "Now people will be even more suspicious why I smell like the sea even more." He chuckled at that, a genuine not-at-all-evil chuckle. "Let them talk then, my little treasure. You don't need to worry about the rest of this damned speecies."

You were still scared, but the feeling of dread inside you was slowly replaced by a fuzzy warmth that pooled in your midriff. Somehow, this horrifying, bloodthirsty monster from another planet made you feel safer, more loved and apreciated than any other date you had. Not that you were on many, but still - Vilgax was better than all of them. His obsession with you, his persistance in 'winning' you were what got you here, what got you to trust him and let him touch you more and more.

"It's funny..."

His eyes shifted slightly to look at you more intently, letting out a small humm, urging you to continue and not leave him in a trail off of your mind. "What's funny?"

"Humans have a saying when we don't find a right partner: 'Don't worry. There's still fish in the sea'. And it seems that from an ocean full of fish, I chose an alien squid..."

He laughed again. Yeah, now he remembered what he saw so beautiful in you - your soul. You always knew what to say: from being kind to street cats and babying them to see their ears perk back; to you bickering with some classmates that would just not listen; to being you... He was sure now, you were his and his alone. It is like Karon and God met in a pub one time and decided: Hey, let's make this two be in a relationship. What could go wrong?

You were to find out: a lot can go wrong when you're dating a vilain, who also happens to be an aquatic alien.

>>>>>>>>>PART 2<<<<<<<<<

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MDNI: I lost my Love. Can I have yours, Comrade?

Pairing: Tartaglia x F! Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: 18+

Warnings: menntions of soft sex, cuteness overload from our good red fox, cunnilingus or however the fuck you write it as, slight breeding king, but not really, harbinger on the loose being a simp, mention of y/n because I was never over my ao3 erra, minor character death

You are the traveller in this one, you're a womam, deal with it

It was a sunny summer morning in Lyiue. You woke up from a restless slumber, as Paimon was already complaining about the heat. "Paimon didn't remember the Harbour being this steamy last time we were here." You giggled slightly, putting on your skirt over your undergarments; the little fae was right. Liyue really did get more hot than the last time you were here for your adventure with the Carp Adeptus. But that is a story for another time, my dear. The sun was shining brighter than usually, the incoming warmth, or rather heat, was making itself felt from morning. This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it, traveler?

The two of you went outside, still groggy after a not-so-good night's sleep and made your way to Wangming Restaurant to see if you could buy something for 200 mora. In the weird economy of the land of the geo archon, you could never know what 200 mora might get you: a fried egg or an entire old-style house. Stay tuned to find out! The economy in this nation was horrible, truly. Imagine not knowing how much something will cost the next day or how much inflation and deflation will last; horror, pure and utter horror.

As Paimon's mouth salivated over the fresh fruit salad and cremmy tea puffs, your stomach was crying and your wallet was embarrassed to even show face to other people. "300 mora for a fish cutlet?! This is obscene!" You hear some cummon passerby say intrigued. Obscene indeed. Paimon was tugging at your hand like a child begging you to get something good to eat. You didn't had the heart to tell her the both of you were broker than Zhongli. Ah, how much you wanted to go back to those simpler times, when people didn’t knew you and you and Paimon would sleep under the stars, eating sunsetias and skewers, and didn’t had so many things on your mind, didn’t know the dark secrets of Teyvat.

You heard an all too well known whistle, you didn't even had to turn aroud to confirm your suspicions on who it was. "Oh? What do my favourite ladies want to eat this morning?" Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers (regardless of the free spots in the mafia), and all time pretty boy was back in Lyiue. Sometimes, you felt like he was following you around, but you couldn't really say he followed you in Natalan from what you know. And he wasn’t in Monstadt… but Liyue, Inazuma, Fontaine were on his checklist, and you could only guess that he also was spying on you in Sumeru through Dottore’s eyes.

"Childe!" Paimon chanted in a sing-song voice, excited to be telling him all about your travels since you parted ways in Fontain's Court Room. He gave you his wallet and gave you the heads up to order whatever you wanted as he took your companion to one of the tables. After ordering and grabbing the plates, you went to them.

You nodded slowly and sat down. You still had his vision, who was stupid enough to ever lose, missplace or sell a vision. Not you, not ever. You told him you left it at your room at the Harbour with your blade and Paimons plushie. "A plushie-" "Mavuika gifted her a plushie to make the parting better." He sighed deeply, it was clear that the whole shabam with Natalan was not a good thing for him. After all, his idol, his master and maybe friend has lost his life to the Kingdom of Night, forever condemned to forever guard the Throne of Flames.

"So? What brings you back here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, girlie. Still got my vision on you by any chance?"

While you and Paimon ate confused he told you everything that he knew. Aparently, the God of Love was growing more weary of the harbingers and was afraid that if she allowed the strong ones to continue on, they will riot against her. So she was sending them off to suicide missions like she did with La Signora, drove them to insanity like she did with the Wondered (you thought), and now cursed Capitano and forced his soul into the Night Knigdom to guide the lost souls. But souls will forever get lost there. It was like the problem imposed by Oroboros, an all powerful snake. Childe didn’t knew more than he already told you.

"So, you met Capitano... I believe you were surprised of what happened?"

"Why?"

"Because the Tsaritsa wanted him dead for a long while"

The God of Love and Compassion loosing herself to doubt and hunger for power was something inimaginable at first, but you remembered Venti’s and Zhongli’s words, as well as Mona’s. The ones that love the most will one day turn as cold as ice and will start to hurt not only others but themselves also… In other words, the Tsaritsa was destined to go mad with fear and hate. Her people, her believers… were they going to be ok?

"So, you see... since the Tsaritsa sees me as powerful, I have to hide back in Lyiue again. Here, the Fatui can't reach me easily since the area was cleared long ago by you." He slowly sipped from his tea cup. He tried not to show it, but he was scared that death was waiting at his doorstep at home. Or maybe he would die with honour, but he could never make his family mourn or suffer from the loss of his life. Yes, this seemed more like it, the ginger man was always thinking of his family before anything else.

"So this means that you are now stuck here? For eternity?" Paimon inquiered with her mouth stuffed with sweet red bean paste buns. Childe nodded. "Well, not really eternity. I'm still just a man, you know? I'll live maybe to 60 or 70 years considering how many wounds I have had all these years... One of my hands already started to get too stiff, you know?" He emphasised his words by trying to flex his left fist, but his hand moved hardly, his palm convulsing for a second before allowing him to close his fist.

You wanted to reach out and hold his hand, to reassure him to comfort him in a way. To loose something as simple as free mobility in a hand from this age was hurtful to watch, let alone actually experiencing it. Tartaglia was a strong man, hiding his emotions and feelings from everyone around him. Yeah… definitely he didn’t want to put pressure or concern his family. You wondered what lie he told his parents and his little siblings for them to not even question his sudden return to the land of the Geo Archon.

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After you ate and talked some more, Paimon decided to go back to the room you two had near the harbour and take a small nap. She was teribly tired after the long walk from Natalan to Lyiue; and to be entirely honest, you were as well. But of course, you chose to spend some time with the redhair instead, not knowing when exactly you'd see him next. He was like a wild fox, fast and cunning, always hiding himself in the shadows until he'll strike again and capture the mouse or hen he wishes to eat. But was he going to be able to hunt again like the predator he was raised as? Was Tartaglia going to be ok laying low under the radar?

Was the Tsaritsa really this heartless? To kill her most precious soldiers?

It seemed horrible. Absolutely horibble! But it was the cruel truth: from the predator, Childe became the pray in a matter of days, weeks, heck even months! But, the archon did seem insane enough to have considered this form the beginning, planing the intricate deaths of all her dear harbingers. Why else would she let them fail almost all missions… and, in first instances, Signora and Childe were the only ones who retrieved the gnosises without too much trouble. You were the trouble, in a way, but much more weaker and inexperienced than now. Were you the reason why everything was happening? Why people died?

The sun was shining brightly, and it was humid outside, the heat even more unbearable as you walked with the harbinger near the Quingxu Pool. He invited you to take a stroll around the Lisha, but found yourselves walking for a couple of hours now. "Y/N, I... I was going to ask you if you're any closer to finding your brother? I know how much family means to you. " Ah, he read you like an open book. "Well, to be honest, we did meed a couple of times and we talked. I even have a picture with him but i don't remember ever taking it..."

That was curious really. Not remembering a fond memory with your lost twin, yet remembering everything you and Childe did together. It seemed like you were a traitor. He didn't judge you though. He held your hand and lead you to the pool, trying to pull you in. He climbed up the trees and got fresh sunsetias for you. He even collected some nice and shiny pebbles from the deeper ends of the Pool just so he could give them to you. "The lake isn't even that deep, girlie. You just have to get in! It's more fun-" He tried to reason with you, but you still refused him, vehemently. Not after seeing Ferminet almost loose himself in the Primordial waters.

And so you followed him. The water almost instantly got colder, giving you goosebumps as soon as it hit your skin. You shivered slightly, feeling the sand slip loose from under your feet, you had to rely now simply on yourself to stay afloat. Now, when did Childe get soo good at swimming? You didn't remember him being so good? Or maybe his little predicament with the All Devouring Narwhal changed him more than you thought. The water was like an ice bucket, the complete opposite of the weather outside. If you were going to get sick from this, you’d kill him.

"A traveller afraid of a little challange?"

"Wll, you didn't challange me, Mr.~"

"Fine, then I challange you to swim with me in the deeper ends" Now, a traveller not accepting a challenge was like a watch not telling you the time… And so,…

You finally were almost next to him, the redhead inviting you to dive in with a smile. You took in a large breath and dove underwater. Your head, dried and overheated by the sun, met with the cold, refreshing gust of waters that got in between your locks. You wanted to shriek from the sudden change in temperature, but you couldn’t, not right now anyways. You felt a hand gently wrapping around your upper arm, and tugging at it, like telling you to follow it. Childe, the ever-so-gentleman that he was, allowed you to hook around him as the two of you dove deeper and further into the water. At this rate you were going to drown! You needed air at some point and you were anxious about getting out in time for it! You squirmed in protest, as you saw he wasn’t even thinking about the obvious like you did. He held you closer to himself, your head pressed to his chest allowing you to feel the steady and slow rhythm of his heartbeat to calm down. You felt the water pressure getting lighter and lighter.

You realised he brought you to the surface only when the sun mercilessly burned the top of your head and you opened your eyes reluctantly. You laid on top of the ginger harbinger as he floated, smiling up at the sky. “Scared ya? Don’t worry, milyy. I’d never let you drown, get pierced my a hilichurl’s arrow or shredded by the claws of a saurus.” You really didn’t want him to notice the blush dusted darkly on your face, but you were sure he did notice it. Even someone as oblivious to love as paimon would. His words were more than a comfort told to cool the waters (pun intended); he actually meant everything he told you, which warmed your heart more than the heatwave was already doing it.

“You’re staring, girlie…”

“And are you complaining, Mr. Tortellini?”

Not even 2 seconds after you called him that, he twisted his body to the side, making you fall in the water unexpectedly as he laughed like a hiena at your futile attempt to bring him down with you. You both held each other in a kind of far embrace and laughed at the absurdity of it all, life being so hard, yet the two of you playing in the water like two kids that did not yet learned about the cruelty of the world and how vile some people could be. You were two kids playing, two kids having fun and two kids falling in love with one another… Falling in love, in this economy?! (Sorry I had to make the joke), but no really, falling in love in this situation, with him of all people could lead to only pain. Will it be more painful to never tell him, or to live with loving him only for him to die so easily so suddenly…

You were conflicted, deep down, your mind not fully allowing you to feel happy about this moment with Childe. How about a brain factory reset, traveler? Only 2 trillion mora, only for you. Buy one get one for free-

“Y/N, you look so pretty with your hair all wet like that, you know? The prettiest girl ever, my milyy” The harbinger suddenly said as he places a butterfly kiss on your cheek, his hands slowly going further up your arms, now grasping your shoulders lightly. You knew that part of this gentleness of his was due to the join pain he felt… You felt bad for him, feeling the need to hold him even tighter and tell him you loved him more than anything. But will you? Risking everything, your friendship and your memories with him only because you were selfish and you wanted him to offer more of his heart than he already had? It was a horrible thing to do: confessing to another human. Horrible, but more than that horrifying. What if he didn’t just said no, but felt so disgusted and used by you that he would tell you to go fuck your self, stay away from him for 100, no 1000 years in this and the next lives that will come.

“Aren’t you going to tell me anything, girlie? You’ve been staring at that poor calla lily for the past 10 minutes…” And answer, he wanted an answer from you. But to what question.

“I don’t think I can tell you.

“Then I’ll wait for that answer: 100, no…. One thousand years I’ll wait for your answer in this and the next lives to come.” His grasp on your shoulders was more powerful and meaningful, he wanted you -- he needed you to answer him and to tell him you felt the same, didn’t he?

You just smiled and sighed with a slight shake of your head. This man will be the death of you, that was for sure. Either from his cuteness, from his devotion to you or from a brutal future spar. Though, you did help the later doesn't happen ever again. You still had bad dreams about what happened at the Golden House.

All this time, all this mother fucking time that you two had spent together in an awkward-ish way that mutual pining people do; he belived you two were a couple. Genuinely belived you were a thing?! Sir how dare you not be more obvious for this sweet little traveler. A big part of you was reliefed he felt the same, but there was a tiny part that was confused. You never gave him signals that you even liked him romantically, yet he believed you two were together. The 11th Fatui Harbinger was a very stange man, a cold and unforgiving person, yet he protects his family and loves them all with his very being. And now you learn he loves you; maybe just as much.

"I think I am in love with you, Childe..."

"Of course you are, we're together-"

"What?"

Childe gently cupped your cheeks in his hands and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't fight it, not one bit as you let yourself go soft in his arms. Not a thought between your eyes as his rough, yet warm lips glide against yours in a slow dragged out way. It felt good, having him here like this with you in the water. "You cannot believe how much I've wanted to kiss you, milah, but you always act so cold.."

You didn't know how and you didn't know when; but the red haired man brought you both back to the lake shore. You were still drunken by the kiss, as the lack of cold water around you made you instantly warm up to un uncomfortable level. You gently pushed him away to take a deep breath in and calm your senses. Or rather tried to come back to your senses, but you were drunk. You were so drunken by this man.

Well, how can anyone not let a cute fox like him take a bite when he asks so politely?

"Childe-"

"Please let me love you, Y/N~"

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When you've gone back to your place by the harbour it was already late at night and you found Paimon waiting for you by the porch, with a cup of chilled tea and a few sweets. She looked like she waited for you for quite a bit. The still partially wet hair, dusted cheeks and crampled damp clothes were signs that something did happen between you and the Harbinger. But Paimon was never one to ask you something like this, and definitely she wasn't judging; she was just worried you came home late.

"I promise I'll come back before sundown next time-" You half-appologised like a pre-teen girl caught out with her boyfriend. And what a boyfriend you now had: one that knows how to make your mind foggy with pleasure as he laps at your folds, one that gently kisses you as he puts it in the first time and caresses your cheek as you let out soft sobs or when he spils deeply into you.

Tartaglia was a rough man that used to fight tooth to tooth with anyone who dared to even look at him the wrong way. He was never the type of man to show affection to anyone, his family members were the only ones he used to care about and protect. But now he has you, now that changed forever. Or at least... you hoped that it will last forever.

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Please get me out of here -

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Imma freestyle this first math exam today. I'm cooked~