#¿what would your family member do if you gave them immortality?

[miss-conner3]

Do you have any wholesome non "canon" senerios/endings for au cult leader ando. I'm crying :'(

I have a canon happy moment from the AU; does that work for you? (óvò)

Ando, unlike the lamb in the main AU, does tell his little brother what the golden skull necklace is, and as you can see, that blessed one only understood «immortality = you can't die». Deciding to immediately test that theory by jumping off a cliff.

My lamb is something special.

Now I would like to comment that in this AU, the theme of the golden skull necklace is used for what it is: a necklace that only grants one more long life, but it does not make you immune to death itself. So it was quite obvious that that fall would have ended the life of our favorite little lamb with just a few days back in the land of the living.

Luckily for him, Ando knew what he was getting into when he decided to bring him back XD

Although his return ended up having an adverse effect on Ando's mental state...

But you asked for something wholesome, so ignore that last /(>u<)\

[vividraft]

fading remembrance ✧˖*°࿐

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!reder x xiao, wanderer, kazuha (seperate)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: he was there with you when you spent your last moments on earth. but living without you was never something he could have ever imagined

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: I reformatted this post while i was watching aitsuki nakurus life stream... her speaking voice is so nice she sounds like kiritani haruka

old posts masterlist tba !

whenever xiao ordered almond tofu at any restaurant, it always tasted the same. even when he cooked it himself. it always had the same taste. The tofu being as bland as tofu usually is, and the dish tasting sweet and like almonds. just what you would expect almond tofu to be. nothing more and nothing less.

but when you appeared in his life, xiao found out you liked cooking. and when you found out that almond tofu was his favorite dish, you immediately went out of your way to learn how to make almond tofu. knowing that xiao ate it a lot, you asked him if he could taste it. xiao did what you asked him to. but what he did not expect was that the almond tofu tasted different. not in a bad way, but whenever you cooked it, it tasted like you had put your emotions onto a plate. like a little piece of joy, you served xiao. It was the first time, xiao could for sure say that he enjoyed something. but the word 'enjoy' did not feel like it was enough to describe the way he felt. 

He loved the dish, he loved how skilled you were at cooking it, but most of all, he loved you. 

and you loved him too. 

you loved him as long as you could. you loved him, before the passing of time took your life. xiao loved you a lot longer than just that. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you would smile at him, because you gave him a different smile you gave your friends, your family or strangers. 

When his immortality kept him right where he was, he realized how frozen in time he felt. for you everything moved on so quickly, and soon it was over. xiaos days remained the same old and blank routine before you showed up, and it returned to being the same when you left. but after your death, everything seemed to be so heavy. his eyelids, his arms, his legs, his head, but especially his heart. 

He searched all across teyvat, for a person, a restaurant or anyone, who could cook almond tofu the exactly way you did. He wanted to taste it again, even if it was just once more. 

he despaired when he couldn't find a way to make his favorite dish taste the way you made it taste, but his whole world crumbled only then, when he realized he couldn't remember how it tasted. he stopped counting the days and the nights he spend living, because why would it matter if he was slowly forgetting you?

he used to do it, so he could remember your birthday, or your anniversary, or any day that was special to you. but now you are gone, and xiaos memories are leaving as well.

-

venti wrote many songs in his life. many of them telling stories, but just as many of them just there to sound pretty. 

but then when you showed up, he had someone to write songs for. He wrote them about you, and for you. and you sang the songs together. 

venti loved your voice. your voice was the best part of his songs. to him, it sounded like an angel's voice.

not only your singing voice, but your voice in general. it made his heart beat so fast, it nearly sprang out of his chest. Whenever you greeted him with a smile on your face, it was like all his worries and problems disappeared into thin air.

maybe he took it for granted. Maybe he expected to be able to wake up everyday and sing in the kitchen with you while preparing breakfast together. Maybe he just thought you could sing him to sleep every night.

Well it so happened that that was not the case.

a member of the fatui took your life, and your angelic voice right with it. venti was there. venti was there, when the knife of the fatui found your back. the next moments were a mere blur to venti. He remembers getting rid of the fatui, and in the following moments, he held you in his arms, pleading to be able to hear your voice again.

he mumbled something along the lines of healing you, but you told him that it was too late. it was you who spoke those words, with the voice he loved so much. you lifted a hand to his cheek, and said the three words he loved hearing from you so much. a tear left his eye and fell right under your eye, on your cheek, making it look like it was a tear of your own. He held you in his arms tightly, like it could prevent you from leaving the world.

That was when you spoke your last words. 

'Thank you' they were. 

thank you? What were you thanking him for?

your eyes closed, and the smile you had on your face the last moments before your death left. your hand slowly sank from his face, and he held your hand. 

your hands were usually cold, but this time it bothered him. this time it felt like it was only pointing towards your death.

-

The wanderer never held much appreciation for the people around him. that was until you came around. it was like you could see right through him, and his facade. like you could see the way he crumbled on the inside, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

He loved the way you held his hand. your warm hand felt very relaxing against his usual cold one. often you would play with them as well. whenever he was having an especially hard day, because some people kept annoying him, you'd sit down with him. his head in your lap while you were massaging one of his hands. you'd listen carefully as he talks about the people that would annoy him throughout the day. at the end, you would give him a kiss on the forehead. although often enough he'd already been asleep by then.

but you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. you knew what he needed and when he needed it. Whenever he was about to explode from anger, you hugged him, since you seem to very well know that all the anger is built up from all the things that happened to him.

a tear fell as you held scaramouche close to you. one hand around his body, and the other on the back of his head, as his head was resting on your shoulder. the tears were wetting your shoulder but you didn't mind. you would do anything to make scaramouche happy again.

another tear fell, another one, and another one. but this time it was the day you died.

with widened eyes you dropped to the floor on your knees, scaramouche caught you before you could drop to the floor. a singular tear fell from your eye as well.

scaramouche held your body tightly against his, as if you would disappear if he would let go. In this scenario, this was the case, but no matter how close he'd hold you, there was nothing he could do.

he held you the way you did it, everytime he was upset. with an arm around your body, and a hand on the back of your head, while your head was laying against his shoulder.

'i can't breathe scaramouche. i'm scared'

were the last words you spoke, before your eyes slowly closed.

scaramouche had never cried that much in his life. not when he was betrayed so often, not when his mother threw him out like he was nothing, and not whenever you would comfort him.

scaramouches chest filled with regret. he wishes he would have been there for you at least as much as he was there for you. he wishes he bought you more presents for even just putting up with him. he wishes he would have just gotten over his ego and thanked you. he would do all those things and so much more, just so he could repay you.

-

you remember the day so clearly, when kazuha confessed his love to you. his usually so casual demeanor was all gone, as his hands were shaking while holding a piece of paper. his face was bright red and his voice was shaking and cracking up, as he recited his self written poem for you. When he was done he wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

when you started giggling he thought you were laughing at him. he didn't dare to look up at you, his gaze was only burning holes into the floor.

but when he really tensed up was when you jumped at him and threw your arms over his shoulders.

ever since then, kazuha had written so many poems for you, and you had stored them all very carefully. one after another.

one time for his birthday, you tried writing him one, and although it wasn't the best, he treasured it like nothing else.

but also he treasured you.

for your one year anniversary you gifted him an old gramophone. you weren't sure if he was really going to like it, but he adored it.

ever since that day, most evenings were spent dancing to music, time passing so much faster than it seemed. your hands were locked and one of kazuhas hands was resting on your waist. one of his hands went through your hair.

On the first day you danced with him, he realized how much he needed you. you were his light, his hope, his everything. it's why he calls you 'his star'

Unfortunately, every star dies one day.

if you would ask him, his star died way too early.

On the night your light faded, a shooting star crossed the sky. kazuha knows you're only supposed to make one wish, but all of them crossed his mind at once. he wished he could dance with you again, he wish his fingers could make his way through your soft hair once more, he wished he could gift you more poems he wrote, and watch your eyes light up like the night sky does when the stars start glowing.

his breath hitched when he felt your hand touch his cheek once more. you gave him a last smile, and a tear rolled down your cheek. your hand fell from his cheek, but kazuha caught it mid air, and he held it to his chest.

later, a poem could be found on your grave.

in a moment of sorrow,

please let me borrow, 

your healing light once more,

before i am found at our seashore.

It was the last poem he ever wrote.

[rainstops]

fading remembrence

4nemo x reader

TW: reader dies (the cause of the death is a little detailed in ventis part), hinting at suicide in kazuhas part

info: for scaramouche, both wanderer and scaramouche is used

summary: you die right in front of the anemo boys, and they cannot seem to accept your death, because with your death it also felt like they lost their own life. you were their light.

a/n: wrote this in the middle of the night, while putting down my switch for two hours. also i will start to write for zelda totk/botw soon!!

whenever xiao ordered almond tofu at any restaurant, it always tasted the same. even when he cooked it himself. it always had the same taste. the tofu being as bland as tofu usually is, and the dish tasting sweet and like almonds. just what you would expect almond tofu to be. nothing more and nothing less.

but when you appeared in his life, xiao found out you liked cooking. and when you found out that almond tofu was his favorite dish, you immediately went out of your way to learn how to make almond tofu. knowing that xiao ate it a lot, you asked him if he could taste it. xiao did what you asked him to. but what he didnt expect was that the almond tofu tasted different. not in a bad way, but whenever you cooked it, it tasted like you had put your emotions onto a plate. like a little piece of joy, you served xiao. it was the first time, xiao could for sure say that he enjoyed something. but the word 'enjoy' did not feel like it was enough to describe the way he felt. he loved the dish, he loved how skilled you were at cooking it, but most of all, he loved you. and you loved him too. you loved him as long as you could. you loved him, before the passing of time took your life. xiao loved you a lot longer than just that. he loved everything about you. he loved the way you would smile at him, because you gave him a different smile you gave your friends, your family or strangers. when his immortality kept him right where he was, he realized how frozen in time he felt. for you everything moved on so quickly, and soon it was over. xiaos days remained the same old and blank routine before you showed up, and it returned to being the same when you left. but after your death, everything seemed to be so heavy. his eyelids, his arms, his legs, his head, but especially his heart. he searched all across teyvat, for a person, a restaurant or anyone, who could cook almond tofu the exacty way you did. he wanted to taste it again, even if it was just once more. he despaired when he couldnt find a way to make his favorite dish taste the way you made it taste, but his whole world crumbled only then, when he realized he couldnt remember how it tasted. he stopped counting the days and the nights he spend living, because why would it matter if he was slowly forgetting you?

he used to do it, so he could remember your birthday, or your anniversary, or any day that was special to you. but now you were gone, and xiaos memories were leaving as well.

☂

venti wrote many songs in his life. many of them telling stories, but just as many of them just there to sound pretty. but then when you showed up, he had someone to write songs for. he wrote them about you, and for you. and you sang the songs together. venti loved your voice. your voice was the best part of his songs. to him, it sounded like an angels voice.

not only your singing voice, but your voice in general. it made his heart beat so fast, it nearly sprang out of his chest. whenever you greeted him with a smile on your face, it was like all his worries and problems disappeared into thin air.

maybe he took it for granted. maybe he expected to be able to wake up everyday and sing in the kitchen with you while preparing breakfast together. maybe he just thought you could sing him to sleep every night.

well it so happened that that was not the case.

a member of the fatui took your life, and your angelic voice right with it. venti was there. venti was there, when the knife of the fatui found your back. the next moments were a mere blur to venti. he remembers getting rid of the fatui, and in the following moments, he held you in his arms, pleading to be able to hear your voice again.

he mumbled something along the lines of healing you, but you told him that it was too late. it was you who spoke those words, with the voice he loved so much. you lifted a hand to his cheek, and said the three words he loved hearing from you so much. a tear left his eye and fell right under your eye, on your cheek, making it look like it was a tear of your own. he held you in his arms tightly, like it could prevent you from leaving the world.

that was when you spoke your last words. 'thank you' they were. thank you? what were you thanking him for?

your eyes closed, and the smile you had on your face the last moments before your death left. your hand slowly sank from his face, and he held your hand. your hands were usually cold, but this time it bothered him. this time it felt like it was only pointing towards your death.

☂

the wanderer never held much appreciation for the people around him. that was until you came around. it was like you could see right through him, and his facade. like you could see the way he crumbled on the inside, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

he loved the way you held his hand. your warm hand felt very relaxing against his usual cold one. often you would play with them as well. whenever he was having an especially hard day, because some people kept annoying him, you'd sit down with him. his head in your lap while you were massaging one of his hands. you'd listen carefully as he talks about the people that would annoy him throughout the day. at the end, you would give him a kiss on the forehead. although often enough he'd already been asleep by then.

but you seemed to know him better than he knew himself. you knew what he needed and when he needed it. whenever he was about to explode from anger, you hugged him, since you seem to very well know, that all the anger is build up from all the things that happened to him.

a tear fell as you held scaramouche close to you. one hand around his body, and the other on the back of his head, as his head was resting on your shoulder. the tears were wetting your shoulder but you didnt mind. you would do anything to make scaramouche happy again.

another tear fell, another one, and another one. but this time it was the day you died.

with widened eyes you dropped to the floor on your knees, scaramouche caught you before you could drop to the floor. a singular tear fell from your eye as well.

scaramouche held your body tightly against his, as if you would disappear if he would let go. in this scenario, this was the case, but no matter how close he'd hold you, there was nothing he could do.

he held you the way you did it, everytime he was upset. with an arm around your body, and a hand on the back of your head, while your head was laying against his shoulder.

'i cant breathe scaramouche. im scared'

were the last words you spoke, before your eyes slowly closed.

scaramouche had never cried that much in his life. not when he was betrayed so often, not when his mother threw him out like he was nothing, and not whenever you would comfort him.

scaramouches chest filled with regret. he wishes he would have been there for you at least as much as he was there for you. he wishes he bought you more presents for even just putting up with him. he wishes he wouldve just gotten over his ego and thanked you. he would do all those things and so much more, just so he could repay you.

☂

you remember the day so cleary, when kazuha confessed his love to you. his usually so casual demeanor was all gone, as his hands were shaking while holding a piece of paper. his face was bright red and his voice was shaking and cracking up, as he recited his self written poem for you. when he was done he wished for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

when you started giggling he thought you were laughing at him. he didnt dare to look up at you, his gaze was only burning holes into the floor.

but when he really tensed up was when you jumped at him and threw your arms over his shoulders.

ever since then, kazuha had written so many poems for you, and you had stored them all very carefully. one after another.

one time for his birthday, you tried writing him one, and although it wasnt the best, he treasured it like nothing else.

but also he treasured you.

for your one year anniversary you gifted him an old gramophone. you werent sure if he was really going to like it, but he adored it.

ever since that day, most evenings were spend dancing to music, time passing so much faster than it seemed. your hands were locked and one of kazuhas hands was resting on your waist. one of his hands went through your hair.

on the first day you danced with him, he realized how much he needed you. you were his light, his hope, his everything. its why he calls you 'his star'

unfortunately, every star dies one day.

if you would ask him, his star died way to early.

on the night your light faded, a shooting star crossed the sky. kazuha knows youre only supposed to make one wish, but all of them crossed his mind at once. he wished he could dance with you again, he wish his fingers could make his way through your soft hair once more, he wished he could gift you more poems he wrote, and watch your eyes light up like the night sky does when the stars start glowing.

his breath hitched when he felt your hand touch his cheek once more. you gave him a last smile, and a tear rolled down your cheek. your hand fell from his cheek, but kazuha caught it mid air, and he held it to his chest.

later, a poem could be found on your grave.

in a moment of sorrow, please let me borrow, your healing light once more, before i am found at our seashore.

it was the last poem he ever wrote.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 3

pairing: vampire!kate x fem!reader

summary: are you and kate actually meant to be together? you will get the answer at ceremony, where you’ll be surrounded by many other vampires, that are not the friendliest in town.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: light slapping, smut!!!, kinda dom!kate x sub!reader, mentions of blood, some swearing, dirty talk, if anything else I’ll add it

an: i had fun writing kate, she’s so fun and i need her asap:) also i used few sayings from my language and tried to translate it, so if it doesn’t make any sense in english i sincerely apologize haha

an2: also! i was very inspired by this TikTok!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Baby! We´re gonna be late and your mother will kill us!" You yell, knowing damn well that the taller dark haired girl heard you.

It was a big family night for you and Kate. You were invited to family gatherings before, but today is different. Tonight you´re meeting her grand grand family members from all around the world. Most of them were against your relationship with a pure blood, but after a few stories they heard about your good impact on Kate, they realized that humans are not so bad after all.

Tonight is a big ceremony of the first humam coming to their family after almost 690 years. The only thing you have to do, to be accepted, is give a little of your blood to your mate, aka Kate. Sounds easy, right?

Well there are three scenarios that might happen. One; she will like your blood, which is the greatest option. The second situation could result in death in front of numerous vampires, and the third and worst possible outcome is that you have cursed blood. It basically means that you two aren't meant to be together, Kate explained to you weeks ago. So after hours, days of googling what blood type is the best for vampires, you actually gave up. Google didn´t give you the answer, shockingly. You just wished you would be Kate´s ideal.

"She can´t kill me, I´m immortal. Remember princess?" At the speed of a light a pair of hands wraps around you. Kate kisses your cheek, hoping it would ease your nerves.

"Oh, I completly forgot! My bad." Rolling your eyes at her wasn´t your brightest idea as a harsh slap on your ass was sent right away. "Ouch!" you yelp.

"Don´t." She spins you around so you two were facing eachtoher. Her cold hands found a way under your dress. Her blue eyes scanned your whole body, holding a little longer on your clevage that your new dress showed.

"Like what you see?" You tease her, already kwowing the answer.

"We don´t have to go there, princess. We can stay right here and-" Kate´s eyes were still on your breasts, until you cut you her off, then she met your eyes.

"Youre forgetting that I´m not immortal, Katie. And I would really appraciate not to fight any vampires today, especially not your mother." You smile at her. "Besides we can have fun later. After all the ceremony and blood testing thing, if everything will be okay and-" you ramble, but this time it´s Kate who jumps right in.

"It´s gonna be okay. I love you and you´re exactly my type." She winks at you, but your nerves are still all around the place. Her hands slips lower, gently touching the insides of your thighs.

"This distraction teqnique would work if our relatioship wouldn´t be on the line, Katie. So leave it for later, okay?" You smiled at her, wishing you could stay here and just enjoy eachother, just as much as she did.

"Fineee" Kate let out a big whine, like a kid when you take them their favorite toy. Which was exctly what´s happenening.

"The sooner we go, the sooner we will be back." You mumble.

"I like this mindset." She chuckled and then both of you went hand in hand outside, where your car with a driver was already waiting.

The car ride was comfotably silent, Kate was holding your hand the whole time, which helped you a little. After 20 minutes you´ve arrived, but you stayed in the car for another 5 minutes. Kate knew you were nervous, she could feel your nerves dancing all around your body, but mostly in your mind. She didn´t said anything, she just gave you a soft smile that made you fall for her the second you saw her. Slowly kissed your lips and then she opened the door for you. You will never get used to her super fast movements.

As always the Bishops made a big event look even bigger. Everything was so expenssive, even the dust looked like it was personaly made for Kate´s mom, Eleanor Bishop, for tonights occasion. As you get closer to the entrance you feel the nerves working again, making your stomach twirl, your hands starts to get shaky. As you approach the entrance, you're greeted by towering iron gate adorned with dark and sinister ornaments. These gates open slowly, revealing a long path leading deeper into the heart of the ceremony.

"Maybe we should get back, you know-" You quickly whisper in Kate´s ear.

"Easy, princess. You´re doing really good. Just hold my hand and I promise, everything will be okay." Kate looks at you with her cute little face. You sigh.

I´m okay, Kate says I´m doing good, so I´m doing good.

As you proceed, you notice the decorations adorning the area. Enormous candles everywhere. The flames seem to dance with a life of their own, casting flickering shadows that play tricks on your senses. It looks so magical, yet terryfying at the same time. The walls are lined with rich, dark wood paneling and huge ornate mirrors. Each table has gold cutlery and is decorated with blood-red and black roses.

Vampires don´t eat, why do they have so many tables set?

Your girlfriend see you look around with confused look on your face, she whispers. "My mom wanted it to look luxorious."

"So she spent a lot of money on... cuttlery and plates?" You chuckle a little.

"Basically, yeah." Kate shrughs and smiles with you.

"I can afford it, it would be a very sad life if after all these years I would be poor, don´t you think, (Y/N)?" As soon as you hear the voice you stop in your tracks, you don´t even dare to turn around, turn around and face Kate´s mother.

"I- I didn´t mean it as a bad thing, Mrs. Bishop." You turn around and notice that she is wearing a striking red dress that cascades to the ground, it´s fabric flowing like liquid silk, decorated with golden stripes.

"I know." Eleanor chuckles. "And to answer your question, it looks better rather than empty hall with just vampires." She looks at you and then Kate. "You two better get ready, you know how Daniella is." With that she leaves.

You turn to Kate and she´s already openning her mouth like she´s reading your mind. "My grandmother. She hates these gatherings. And I don´t blame her, she´s..." Kate stops in her words as she tries to figure out how old is her grandmother, but she just giggles, "... old."

You share a laugh with her as you two go into the backyard, where the ceremony will start.

As you walk through the lavish hallways right outside, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The stern-faced vampires seem to follow your every move with their eyes. You can hear hushed whispers and the occasional sinister chuckle from hidden corners, making your skin crawl. When you enter the garden, your breath catches in your throat. A group of elegant vampire stands in a circle. Their conversation falls silent as they turn their attention to you, their gaze piercing through your very alive soul. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, your nervousness intensifying with every passing second.

"Just go sit over there, I´ll come in a second." Kate nods towards the over dacorated throne with big gold crystals all around, as she lets go of your hand. You try to look confident, you try to look as you got this whole situation under control, but you´re still in a room full of vampires.

One of the vampires, a particularly tall vampire with a charming look approaches you. He extends a hand and invites you to sit on the throne. You accept, trying to hide your trembling hands as you sit down. After a few second you stop shifting in your seat as you feel finally seated, as you look up, you see all the vampires looking at you. Of course none of them is blinking so the whole situations is just more terryfing.

In the the crowd of vampires you try to find your partner, Kate. But no matter where you look, you can´t see her, your thoughts start to wonder, once more.

Oh my god.

Eleanor´s voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts as she´s now standing next to you.

Super speed, of course.

Eleanor starts to speak with a velvet tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. The time of bonding two souls has come once again. After almost 690 years, we´re here to reaffirm our eternal bond, to celebrate our power, and to welcome a new member into our family. Tonight, in the power of moonlight, we have a rare guest among us - a human, who has willingly chosen to share in our world. A human, who´s heart is strong enough to beat for two. Let this gathering be a testament to the strength of our coven and the allure of our kind. We welcome you all, and we extend our gratitude to our honored guest. Let the ceremony begins." Eleanor takes few steps away.

Oh god. Now it´s my last second here on this planet. I didn´t write my will! Shit.

As you sit on the throne, a mix of fear and anticipation washes over you, for you have entered a world unlike any other, and tonight, you will be forever changed. The whole garden is incredibly silent, which makes your beating heart even louder.

Two vampire figures step forward, Eleanor fixes your hair and give you a warm smile, as warm as the vampires can do that. The other vampire, you could tell miles away, Kate. Your eyes meet and you both immidietly smile and suddenly, you feel safe. You feel like no matter what´s gonna happen, she is there to protect you. Always.

Eleanor speaks again. "Is everything prepared, my dear?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Kate nods with a small smile.

Your breath quivers as you feel their gaze upon you, you could cut the tension in the air. You don´t dare to look away from Kate, as you know that the rest of the vampires are watching you, like a prey. Even though that´s off the table for a long time now.

"Are you prepared for this, (Y/F/N)? Once this ceremony begins, there is no turning back." The tall vampire that helped you sit down now speaks.

You nod, your voice a shaky whisper: "Yes, I'm ready."

Kate steps closer, her eyes locking onto your neck with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Of course she kissed your neck before, so this wasn´t something new, but this time both of you felt that there is something in the air. You noticed her eyes, they were darker, almost like she never had a blue eyes, now they were completly black. She leans in, her lips barely grazing your skin, her voice a sultry mumble.

"Don't be afraid, princess. Let´s pretend it´s just me and you." She takes your hand in hers.

As her fangs descend, your heart races, and you close your eyes, preparing for the worst outcome. But Kate's sharp fangs pierce your tender flesh, a pain overpower your senses. It's an weird sensation, like a burning brand pressed against your skin, and your muscles tense in response. The world seems to blur, and a wave of dizziness washes over you as Kate's bite deepens.

It hurst more than you could ever imagine, but like the waves on the shore it quickly washes away. The pain begins to transform. It morphs into something else entirely, an intense, electrifying sensation that surges through your entire body. You let out a big exhale as you can feel Kate´s touch everywhere, it´s indescribable feeling that is running thorugh your whole body.

Kate has a moment of ecstasy. As your blood rushes into her mouth, it´s adicting in a sense. The taste is inexpressible as well, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness, and it fills her with an sense of power and pleasure. Every drop that she draws makes her feel more alive than she ever has, and it's as if the very essence of your being is nourishing her soul.

In this shared moment, you and Kate are connected in a way that most of her family didn´t belive. The boundaries of life and death, pain and pleasure were moved once again with your relationship. It's a dance of darkness and desire, you can feel your heartbeat come back to normal as Kate pulls away.

Her eyes are even darker and yours are too. She was right, it was always just the two of you.

The other vampires watch in awe and fascination as Kate and you share this profound moment of bonding, their expressions ranging from curiosity to envy. Most of them though you two weren´t meant to be, or at least they wished it was in that way. At the end you´re still just a human to them.

One of the vampires, closed to where you and Kate were, whispers to another one "Did you see that? It's been ages since I witnessed such a powerful bond."

"Kate truly has a unique way of choosing her companions. This human must be special indeed." The tall vampires whispers back.

The vampires exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance of this moment. The bond between you and Kate, marks as a rare moment. As they continue to observe, Kate finally pulls away fully, wiping her mouth and then licking the few drops from her fingers as she made eye contact with you.

As both of you had your senses high you two couldn´t deny the fact that you need to be alone, asap!

"Let us welcome you, (Y/N), in our family. Now officially. Let´s raise our glasses to the special bond. To the never dying love!" Eleanor smiles at you and then turns to the vampires, that were holding their own. They all cheered to you and Kate.

You step down from the throne, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging from the vampires around you. As you begin to walk through the garden, many of them offer congratulations, their voices low and respectful, but you don´t really pay attention as your girlfriend dissapears again.

Then, you spot Kate approaching through the dimly lit garden, her eyes finding yours in an instant. She takes your hand and, with a sense of urgency, starts saying quick goodbyes to the others.

Kate leans closer. "We need some time alone, my princess." She smirks.

"You are reading my mind, Katie." You mumbled.

The other vampires don´t mind you leaving at all, which makes it easier and quicker for you and Kate slip away from the gathering. You follow her, your heart pounding with an excitement, as you make your way back to Kate's apartment, where your journey into the night truly begins.

...

As soon as you step inside her aparment her hands are on you. Her fingers slowly trace over the teeth marks she left on your neck.

"Did it hurt?" She whispers as she kisses your neck.

"Uh- a little" You moan right away.

"A little?" Kate pulls away and raise her eyebrow.

"Okayyy, it hurted a lot. A lot lot, but... after a second-" You were cut off by Kate´s words.

"It felt better than anything in this word." She smiles and you simply just nod. "Go strip on the bed, I´ll be there in a second."

And if Kate means second, it is truly just a second, but this time, she made sure that you have some time to actually take off your clothes, as she wanted tonight to be special.

As you open the door you immidietly start to take off your clothes, fistly your shoes and then your dress, which takes you just few seconds. As you walk past the mirror you notice those cute little bite marks, which sends you pulse right into your pussy. You let out a moan, which makes Kate runs into the bedroom.

"It feels that good, huh?" Kate smirks as she is still wearing her black suit, her hands are behind her back as shes holding a small black velvet box.

"Gosh, I forgot that your ego is big, I didn´t want to boost it more." You playfully roll your eyes.

Kate pushes you on the bed, her hand on your neck. "And I thought I won´t punish you tonight, since you´ve been so brave, princess. Guess you won´t get your present."

"No, wait!" You whine. "Sorry, sorry, I want my present, please." You add.

Kate smiles and kisses you slowly and passionetly, pulling away, while bitting your lip, which makes you wince. She bit little too hard and your lip starts to bleed. She wants to pull away, but being on top doesn´t help her much. You´re under her and the sight of you completly naked, with blood on your mouth is just the most pretiest sight. The kissing is harsh, fast and messy, but none of you really cares.

"I want the present, pretty please." You say between breaths and Kate smiles as she pulls an inch away from you.

"Of course you want the present, sit up for me, please." She moves away from you so you can sit up. You did as you were told and Kate gives you the pretty black box, that of course was decorated by "KB".

Your fingers tremble slightly as you gently lift the lid, revealing what lies inside. Your breath catches in your throat as you behold a stunning collar made of dark, lustrous metal. The collar is adorned with a row of purple crystals. The crystals are deep and regal, like amethysts, and they sparkle with an elegance that takes your breath away. It's a piece that symbols of your newfound connection with Kate.

"Turn around." Kate says as you´re done inspecting the collar.

You turn around. "It´s abolutely beautiful, Katie. I love it, thank you."

Kate smiles at you words, as she puts the collar on you, you flinch at the sudden cold feeling, your nipples perk up. "So responsive." She kissed your neck again. "I´m glad you like it, princess." The vampire whispers in your ear.

Her hands are all over your body as you are pushed on the bed once again. Kate sits on you, pinning you down, "Tonight is about you, my pretty princess. Just lay here and enjoy your night. Will you do that for me?" She made the puppy dog eyes. Those eyes can get out of any trouble and in every bed.

"Yes, Katie." You smile and nod, already feeling impatient you buckle up your hips, earning little slap to your tits.

"Patience." She smirks, knowing she has this effect on you.

"Not todayyy!" You whine.

Kate leans close, kissing you where she bit you earlier, which makes you moan instantly. It is exactly what Kate loves to hear. She moves you higher on the bed and scoop lower, being inches from your already so wet pussy.

"Open your pretty legs for me." You did, very quickly in fact. "Gosh, look at you, so wet already and didn´t even touch you." She makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Did my biting made you that wet? Or me collaring you? Hm?" Kate kisses your inner things as her fingers trails up and down your leg.

"Both." You quietly let out.

"Both." Kate repeats with a smile on her face. "Because you were so good today, I´ll make it easy for you. Look at me, if you stop, I´ll stop. Understood, my pretty princess?" Her fingers were now incredible close to the place you needed them in.

"Yes, understood." You look in her eyes, they were still dark and you knew she was impatient as well as you are.

Her mouth came closer, you could feel her breath, against your skin and after two soft kisses on each of your inner thighs, Kate finally gave in and still very teasingly kissed your clit.

"God-" Your eyes wanted to be closed so bad, but you knew you have to keep them opened.

As Kate smirk agaist you she start to eat you out, very slowly. But after a few of your pretty loud moans, she licks you, like there is no tomorrow. Her tongue was skilled, she knew your body more than you knew it yourself. So after every flinch, every move of your muscle, she knew you are close. So close.

Her fingers are still going up and down your legs, pinching you time to time, to avoid you closing your eyes. "Eyes on me, princess." Kate mumbles into your drenched pussy.

"They... are." You whine as you bite your already bruised lip to keep your eyes open.

Kate just chuckles, which sends immidiet pleasure right into you. Both of you know you´re close, so so so close.

But after a few second you don´t feel anything, no lips, no tongue, no touch. You had to close your eyes, it was just so good, that there was no other way and like Kate promised, she stopped. Completly.

You whine, your hips instantly moved to search for anything. You need something! You eyes open wide, Kate is still between your legs. She´s watching you, and as she did before with your blood, she now wipes her mouth, messy with your juices.

"Hmm so sweet, princess." She licks her fingers.

"Kate, please-" You whine as you move your hips again, your heartbeat matching with you pulsating pussy.

"You knew the rules-" You cut her off.

"I know, but please, it was an accident!" You move yet another inch closer to her.

After a few second of watching you, Kate decided that she will give you another chance. "Close your eyes and you´re not cumming, got it?" Kate crawls on top of you and tug you by your collar. "Got it?" She tilts her head.

"Yes." You nod kissing her as you can feel your taste on her tongue.

"Tasty, right?" You nod again, as she slowly crawls back between your legs, this time she didn´t waste any second and her tongue makes contact with you right away, she was needy too. Her touch starts to be so harsh, no more soft licks or light touches, she needs you to come.

And oh my god, you are close in just a few second of her touch. Kate smirks knowing, she won once again and her ego is going straight to the space, but she will tease you about it later.

"I-" Kate smiles and nods, knowing exactly what you need.

"Tug on your collar, princess. And I´ll say the magic words." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers now entered your hole.

"Fuck- me" You moan loudly, which was like a music to Kate´s ears.

"I am fucking you, princess." Kate smirks, you can´t be bratty now, but hell she would deserve some bratty remark, but you truly need to cum. So you just obediently listen to her and your hand grab on your collar. You did as you were told once again and tug on it harshly.

It makes Kate smile, seeing you like this. Knowing she is the only person that could touch you like this, knowing only she makes you feel this good.

But you knew the same thing too, there is no one on the planet who would ease her thirst as much as you do. No one could do such a good job as you. No one.

"Can-" You open your mouth to talk but you just moan. You don´t have to say anything at all for Kate to understand.

"Go ahead, princess. Cum for me." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers move sligtly faster and her mouth try to lick all of your juices.

Your hand grips Kate´s head as you push her more into you, moving your hips like non compos mentis. "Mine." Your hand grabs her hair as you finally release, coming on her mouth and fingers after such a long time full of stress.

Kate smiles as she licks you. "Yours, princess." After a few second of you bucking your hips up and down, your breathng is steadier and you let go of Kate´s hair.

She kisses her way back up, few kissing on your thighs, her favorite tummy and slowly giving attention to your nipples. As you´re slowly coming down from your hight, you can feel Kate kissing your neck. After a moment or two, Kate comes closer to you, finally kissing your lips.

In that moment, everything fades away, and it's just the two of you, sharing a deep connection that don´t need to be said out loud. The affection in her gaze mirrors the love you feel in your heart, knowing that your love speaks louder than any words ever could.

And you are so happy, that tonights ceremony ended the way it did, because you would rather die, than live in a world, where you can´t have her.

"I didn´t knew you were that possesive, princess." Kate whispers as her eyes scan your face.

"I´m always possiseve over you." You smile.

Kate hums as she kiss your neck again, after few moments of enjoying the feeling, you understood that she wanted to do. "Katie..." You mumble.

"Baby just one more bite, please." She responds, her voice beeing so needy and you can´t deny her.

As Kate sank her teeth in you one more time, both of you knew right away that the rest of the nigh will be a long, and Kate won´t be the only one wide awake tonight.

Thank you for reading!<3

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Demon's Desire - Greedy Watcher

Summary: Waking up isn't always the fun part, there is nothing more then just wanting to stay in bed and hoping everything bad that just happened is a lie and everything will somewhat go back to normal. But what if it wasn't?

Parts: teaser 01

Word Count: 4.7k

Tags: Demon au, Demon stray kids, Demon Chan, Demon Felix, Demon Changbin, Demon Jeongin, Demon Hyunjin, Demon Han, Demon Lee Know, demon Seugnmin, Unprotected sex, possession, Obsession, watching, MDNI, talks of hell

Taglist: @felixneverbadd @gnusihcom @a-short-ass-disappointment

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“It’s a miracle you survied those wounds from that crash. Most of them were so sever you should’ve died when you entered the hospital.” The doctor told me, looking over my chartd while I just sat there on a hospital bed trying so hard to listen and retian all of his words he was trying to tell me but it was hard to. Everything that happened before I woke is still playing in my mind like a broken recrod player and there was honestly nothing I could about it other then just sit here trying to put the pieces together. My throat and chest still burned even after I took that drink, it had to be blood because I was still tasting iron like I sucked on a cut in hopes it would stop bleeding. But there was nothing else I could do, there was nothing more I was even thinking of doing. I just knew I needed to focus. “Is there anyone you would like us to call to take you home? Any family members or anything in that nature?” I looked over to the doctor to only shake ym head. For all I knew my family was dead to me, living however they wanted and I wanted to keep them as far away as possible and there was nothing more that I wanted to do with them.

“We will keep you here for the night and discharge you in the daytime just to give yourself more rest and monitor just incase of anything happening. Please press the help button if you need anything. You’re nurse will be Hy-in, she’s very alert.” I gave him another piloet nod as he left the room, closing the door behind him while I looked at the monitor, everything was steady and slow. Despite the burning I was feeling. All I could do was let out a sigh while leaning back in the bed, closing my eyes and replaying his last words in my head. I’m immortal now, but I can still feel pain despite it all. How am I supposed to know who those men were? They know who I am yet I won’t know who they are until I find those rose tattoos. Those darn things culd be anywhere but I guess that’s the fun part. But seeing them in my dreams? What could happen in there? I’m guessing I wouldn’t be able to wake up until they wanted me to or were just done with me till then and there was nothing I could about it. Which was weird to me.

Who were those men just sitting there, clearly they weren’t human, no human has te ability to trap you in a dream and sit in a place so hot, it felt like hell. Was my entire body and soul sold to 8 of them with a wine glass? I shook my head and tried not to think about it, I had a lot of things to handle in the morning and I hated that thought. I started to feel my pocket and hope my phone wasn’t as damaged and to my shock it was in perfect shape still, even opening it up nothing was taken or changed. I went to open my bank, being angry that all the money I had was most likely gone but it wasn’t. My bank balace when I last checked was around almost 3,000 won, I had almost 7,000 won from my show and ut was still added to my account still. Which was impossible given the fact that the money was flying around and burning even from the crash, in total I had about 10k won in total. It was confusing to me even, but I didn’t want to question it much more. I wanted to rest, I wanted t wake up and prepare myself for a stressful day and since it was my day off, it made it slightly better. But there was nothing else I wanted to think about.

I tried my best to be comfortable given my outfit, holding the pillow and closing my eyes just hoping for the best and not expect anything more after this. I stayed and kept tossing and turning before opening my eyes. I thought I just needed to go to the bathroom as I stood up and turned around, but I was more in shock then anything. There was my body, sleeping peacefully and comfortably like I was at home just getting comfortable and there was nothing else I could do. I looked around in a panic before seeing lights flash from under the door. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave the room but I decided to because what else did I have to lose? Walking to the door was hard, slowly making my way over like I could glide my way over before slowly holding the cold doorknob. I could only look down at the glowing light from under the door before slowly taking one deep breathe before slowly opening the door with my eyes closed, hoping to see something worse then what I was expecting from everything else that was happening but I felt nothing but a soft breeze from the left of me. Slowly opening my eyes and being surprised at what I saw.

The room I was in had a view of everything, I could see the skylines with the stars shinning brightly, walking to the large wall of windows I was looking down atthe city of Seoul, it was surprising to me, because I quickly turned around and saw my body still asleep on the bed of a cold hospital room. But the door was slowly closing and I was left alone in this large room, where things were still slowly coming into view. On the left was a large black couch with comofrtable pillows that seemed to have fancy designs and some strings around them. On the edge of the couch was a small black table with a single wine glass that was filled halfway but it looked like it was being drank out of. The floor was a large white carpet, everything on this side looked lurxury, to the side it had hte same feeling but there was a bed. It was a large cirlce bed with a canopy circing around it, the black curitans with gold flowers circling around it, almost like waking up as a prince everyday and going to bed like one.

“And Hello to you to, Diamond.” I wanted to scream at the deep voice, but all that came out was a surprised yell and me quickly turning around to see the person. But I still couldn’t see his actual face. But I could see everything else, his blonde combed back hair with something covered his face, it didn’t look like a mask but I couldn’t see anything other then his lips and nose, his eyes were hidden from me. There was nothing I could do other then take in how he looked, honey tanned even which is something thay often gets washed in a blinding white to give off something different when certrain places take the pictures, it’s stupid to me because the tone is overall delciious to look at. What he was screaming was something you’d see a prince would wear. A buttoned up white shirt with ruffles on the sleeves and on the chest with tight black pants. Wearing black heels even which wasn’t something I was used to seeing outside of the nightclub. And on top of that he had white gloves with black ruffles on the end.

He was almost the same ehight as me, but taller. He stoof tall with his hands behind his back while I could still feel the eyes on me. He seemed to be enjoying my reaction while wlaking around me before walking to get his wine glass, slightly swirling it around while sitting on the couch. “Who…The fuck- how am I here.” I tried to demand, watching him do all of this while trying to keep my hands close to me while I could hear his chuckle. It was rich and deep, something that could make your knees shiver and you want to hear him talk just for the fun of it. Trying to stand my ground while just watching him. “You made a deal when you drank that special wine for you, you’re in my house. You’re talking to someone wo truly enjoys…greed.” I could only tilt my head and just watch him. My soul is now gone from me and there is this person right in front of me knowing so much more about this, yet enjoying my confusion and making sure to enjoy it as much as he could while I watch.

“Luxury, things I deseve afterall. Soon you might get to enjoy it, if you can figure it out.” All i could really do was jsut waatch him. I didn't know what to say, what could I even say to him? It’s clear that whatever I got myself into was something there was no backing out of. Go on, come over. What all I could even to do you? Bite already? That would be moving too fast. Besides you have a little while longer before you wake up.” “The crash…I know I saw hyunjin, what did he do afterwards. You must know him given all of this" It all just came out, but it seemed to make him stop drinking his wine and I could feel the slightly shocked look on his face as he looked at me. Almost like I wasn't supposed to have saw hyunjin there or figure it out this so soon. But I grew up putting things together in a fast length without needing to say it out loud, and it was clear that I was right about this and there was nothing he could even say to me to distract me.

“Sharp like a diamond, he'd be flatter if you figureed out his that fast but I'll let him figure it out.” I crossed my arms, fixing my stance even though my feet weren't hurting which was weird because they would usally be hurting by now, especially with heels. “But, we are forced to tell you the truth, whether any of us wanted to or not. But, yes he was there, he enjoys sneaking away or chasing someone. Now as for what he did afterwards you were stuck in that set up car is something you will have to ask him about when you see him. Don't expect it to be tommorow, it could be at night when you sleep. Naps in the day don't work either since we need to blend in with mortals at that time and get things done, and keep you on your toes so you remember why you're here and alive in the first place. Trying to do more then your ready for isn't the best way to start things out.” He snapped his fingers and before I could push more, I woke up on the bed. No dramatic gasping for air like I was dying, just a calm slow wake up while I rubbed my eyes and tried to get things right in my head that felt like it was spinning nonstop like I've beenspinning for 30 minutes straight.

But I was told I could leave, and that's all I wanted to do. Looking at the clothes I had to wear since mine were cut open so they could do their best to save me with no time to waist. My Wig as horrible but that glue was holding on, it was just a mess and tangled, this wasn't cheap but I won't be mad at the staff for doing the best that they could for their job. I walked out in sandlas someone gave me with my broken heels in hand outside, holding what little I ahd before I saw Hyunjin again, he was standing far off to the left of the walkway just right outside the main entrnace. I almost wanted to scream when I saw him, but I turned to the right thinking I could outrun him and I saw someone I never wanted to see. It was my sister, she was looking at me and I feel like she could stil tell it was me and I quickly turned and walked straight to hyunjin like I was trying to run but kept my pace from it, speed walking if you will. I could hear her trying to call my real name with her heels clicking behind me, I wanted to walk past hyunjin but he just held his arm around me like he did last night before teh crash and we began to walk away.

I wanted to punch him and just walk home but the fact that he was getting me away from her quicker was helpful. I didn’t want to know why she was at the hospital and I didn’t want to open that door that was locked and chained up for a reason and I thought I made it clear. He kept walking with me till we got to another luxury car. I almost dind't want to go till he leaned in my ear. “If you want to keep her off your tail, stay with me. She's been trying to play a gold digger and stay outside of hospitals like this to see if seh could snatch up someone.” I rolled my eyes as I got in the car and sat on the far side while he got in and sat beside me. Closing the door while flipping his hair back, I just knew I was about to be getting into some drama that might overall..make me happy to see her fail at it. I was curious because there seemed to be someone else in the car. His hair was straight and blone, glowing even which is something I tend to be jealous but I kept it to myself. He was wearing a leather jacket and it was clear that whoever this was, was close with hyunjin.

“She's almost always waiting otuside with you and it's annoying to deal with it everytime, surely you have better things to tell her besides to leave.” The deep voice person said, crossing his legs as the car started, us ignoring the knocking on the window and I was more surprsied to see her just standing there trying to knock and see inside of the car that we got into. It amde me ma to see that even after everything with our family happened she still hasn't changed. But it's not my business and I won't let her make it for me. I crossed my arms and my left leg over my right before turning to hyunjin, wanting answers and there wasn't anyway I was about to leave without getting any of them tonight. “She enjoys causing scenes in public, I'm over it and seeing how diamond-" “y/n.” I corrected him, since diamond was my stage name and I wasn't at work, I didn't want to hear it when I'm not at work or with a client. He smirked before trying to continue his sentence. “Y/n, reacted to her, that scene would've been too much and we need to take them back home. Let them relax for a while.”

I felt myself roll my eyes again at the sound of that last remark. I still have questions but with seeing someone else in the car, I felt like it wasn't right since I didn't know them and I didn't want to sound crazy in front of them. So I just tried to talk about last night, before the crash at least. “Is this one fo the men from the bar last night that sat with you? How did that talk go?” turning to give him my attention, I saw hyunjin had his legs crossed and turrned to me to give over his full attention. “Ah that one, we got a deal to buyout the curruent owner. The Place will be shut for a full renovation while everyone still gets paid, free paid leave. And when it's done you'll have more time to decorate your rooms. It'll be more.. safe for those who want to try but are too scared of people with money.” I rasied a brow as I listned to him give me the reasoning, it wasn't bad, we do get a lot of new people and they often run becauase of how many men stand and sit around on the main floor and get violent when drunk. It's not something we aren't used to, but it's stupid that it gets this far.

“That's not a bad Idea, what about your friend right here? Did he like the club as much as you did you? You seemed to be more intrested in getting the place then anyone else.” He took a while to answer, looking like he was trying to carefully pick his words carefully just to not give out anything I'm not supposed to know about now and he wanted to prolong the Guessing game and there was no cheat corners. “Places like that aren't just a place for men to pay for something. Men who dance and women who dance are trying to get by to live for something and need somewhere to go without the fear of getting too much of taxes removed because too many people want to fill their pockets with something. Or think just because they paid they get a say in everything.” I wanted to say that he was genuine with his response with everything. I wanted to say I was surprised by this since he seemed to enjoy these things. But not because o that but ebcause he was worried for the people who have to work in those shitty confditions and how there was almost nothing more gross then someone crossing someones boundaires for their own personal gain and walk out like nothing bad will happens. Someitmes our boss will get the cops involved, but I feel like she was doingmore dangerous things on the side and would try to get the others to let it slide so she doesn't get caught, and hates the cops coming over.

Don't get me wrong she wasn't a really shitty one, she wanted to get as much money as she could and grow the place, but getting us tied in with dangerous work was beginning to be her downfall to everything and it was slowly coming over to bite her in the ass. I still had questions but it was clear he needed to go somewhere, and that we were at another building that wasn't mine. I looked over to him and watched him tryto fix his hair, his outfit was something most people wouldn't think as professional for something important but given how expensive everything looks, I hightly doubt no one knew who he was when he walked through a building. Fully being able to look at his outfit, the shirt he had was mainly a dark red wioth black spots that reminded me of a leopard. With pants that reminded me of a dusty gray wioth a black and gold belt, a large cilver chain hanging from the left side of the pants that seem to reach his inner thigh. I almost didn't even see he had a black tank top under his main shirt. The outfit with teh black botts on his feet ot matchmade it look amaizng. At least my hope of him knowing how to dress was right because I would've cried if he didn't. “Have fun with my friend up here, I'm certain he'll keep you occupied till you get home and start tp feel better about yourself, that was a very…nasty wreck.”

I looked at him with wide eyes as the car started to drive off and he did a little finger wave. He knew I wanted to ask, he knew I needed answers yet he left just before I could even ask teh question and I wanted to get out of the car and shake him. But the door was locked and so were the windows and all I could do was jsut watch him confidently walk up those stone stairs and have hte door open for him with him bowing in return. I wanted to chase but I would just look crazy. “Don't try top get out, unless you plan on fighting that girl and him just watching. He loves a good show. Now tell the driver where we're going so you can feel fresh, I can imagine all of those knots and tangles must be a pain to remember you have to deal with later.” I looked towards the review mirror and was surprised at the eyes I was seeing, those bright sky eyes were something I always secretly admired from afar but never wante to tell someone taht because most of the time I've told soemone that, they loved the attention and just made it annoying to keep trying at this point with trying to get to know them since they tend to use their eyes as a weapon. Something that also takes time to learn and master after what felt like hours when it's only been minutes of it. I lokoed at the driver and told him the same thing I told the lat one, sitting back in the soft cream leather seats and buckling myself up again out of habit.

“she's alwayts been like that.” “Oh, so you know her?” “Blood related to her, nothing else but that.” I rolled my eyes, surprised she even rememebred my name when seh saw me. I had changed and grew so much but I guess that's what happens when you're the older sibling andhave htat special sibling link I guess. I won't lie when I listen to this man, he knows he would be wanted by people just like everyone else in his group of friends last night. Looking like a walking model with his eyes, lips, and even the freckles. I know that peoeple were falling at his knees just because of those. “Worried she would try something to get you embarrassed as well?” “If her parents were able to rebuild themselves then of coruse she would to try and spin the story against me, which really wouldn't work in her favor since I still keep records of them, and knowing her she thinks I live in a homeless shelter and was struggling.” “People often get lost in their own greed thinking no one else could ever get up that far, I'd enjoy the crushed look on her face if she actaully saw the place you live in. Nothing ever happens here.” I felt ymself smirking while we came to the neighborhood my large aparmtent was.

I felt so relived to see the place adn know I was so close to getting there. I never hd to worry about losing the key because everyday when we leave, we leave the key at the key master's desk and he sets the key either under the number, if you only stay for a while, and if you stay long enough, you get a name plate over your key since everyone pratically knows you by now. Some people just rent out rooms for whatever reason adn tehn just leave a couple of days later which is something I tend to enjoy one way or another. It wasn't fun but it also wasn't annoying either since sometimes you'd be able tp hear them since some of the floors are like clubs and bars. Usally palces would just drop me off, but the driver took me to the garage and went to the dropoff spot and parked the car. I was slightlysurprised to see the man in front stepping out when I opened hte door as well, closing it slightly before turning to look at him. I saw something on his left side, since he was wearing only a blue jean jacket that wasn't buttoned closed and there was nothing else under it. It was him, and I knew it was.

Even with his slightly loose blue jeans, I knew exactly what I was looking at even when we both met eyes again. He seemed to have smiled before motioning we walk to the door since the driver didn't need to hear the conversation, which worried me. But we walked to the door and I watched him press in the right passcode into the door before we walked in and it closed once we walked inside. “You have a-" “Rose? Yes, I do. You really do make this fun with how much you pay attention. It's like a guessing game.” I walked besided him slowly, I still had my things in hand while we got to the desk, I asked for mine and he asked for his. “Felix Lee? Ah so you're who I got the wig from.” Holding my key and turnng back to him, he looked more shocked and widen his eyes as he really got to look at the wig, like he was offended this happened to something he help produce to those who could afford it. They were made of high quality and truly could hang on and look great during anything, given the state mine is in after tumbling in a car about a good five times and sold my soul afterwards just to live.

I started to walk but he was next to me while we walked to the elevator, I take it the things we needed to talk about were something no human ear needed to hear. “No wonder it looked familiar to me, I can give you two for…half off?” I raised a brow as I looked at him, the elevator doors closing while I pressed the very top floor, which was on the 30th floor, and he pressed the one under it. “Greedy much?” I wanted to joke, but he leaned closer and his eyes flashed green for a second, and it felt like last night. Though I coudln't see anything, I could feel that stare no matter how weird it was at the fact that I couldn't see anything for that entire time. I felt my heart sank to the bottom of my foot before going back up to my chest. “Can't give things for free, even if you do have…a rose on your side. You won't feel it till you look in the mirror at yourself. But that's for a later time. Nice to meet you actaully face to face, y/n.” He walekd out of the elevator once the door opened, he was humming something while the doors slowly closed before taking me up to my floot. There wasn't a lot of rooms up here but I wonder why he wasn't in one of the rooms up here with me, I'm guessing so I cantruly relax and not go up a wall?

All I did was shake my head while walking out to my door. Slowly opening it and looking around before closing it. I missed my place, it had everything I liked and was oranged to how I would like it. Something I loved for myself while all I could do was let out a relaxed sigh, knowing I have a lot to do. Detangle my wig, probably still get one if not two from him and figure out what else I need to do. I hate not haivng my list of things to do and now having to worry about missing something and not panic or worry about it. But I will figure all of this out later, I know I can and I know that I will. But before I could fully leave teh door,I heard a quick knock, which surprised me but I opened the door and looked down, it was two new platinum wigs, one was more sparkly then the others with a note on it. “you still owe me half price for these, can't let you fall off the hook just yet when the games just started, don't you agree, little diamond?”

[yanderes-galore]

May I please request cult lamb were the lambs darling is another lamb?

Sure! I actually like this idea :)

Yandere! The Lamb with Lamb! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Isolation, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, Mentions of having children but it's vague as you're both GN, Forced relationship, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior.

Lambs have been hunted by The Bishops to prevent the old prophecy of the chained one.

The Lamb thinks that they are the last one to the slaughter.

The Bishops themselves think that is true.

It turns out they were all wrong.

The Lamb can't believe their eyes when they see you.

Losing (almost) their entire kind really messed with their psyche.

Yet here you are, in front of them, a lamb with soft wool and innocent eyes compared to their haunting ones.

You're just as surprised to see another of your kind.

You've been hiding in the shadows in fear of being found and slaughtered.

Desperately, perhaps even naivély, you ask for their protection.

Surely with the Red Crown they will be able to make things right?

The Lamb eagerly accepts you into their flock.

You'll even notice them absentmindedly stroking your wool, yearning for a feeling of familiarity.

Honestly, The Lamb would feel more attached to a darling who's also a lamb like them.

After all, you both are the only ones of your species.

They'd want to catch your eye, somewhat hopeful of bringing lambs back into the land.

As a result their attempts at your attention are stronger than normal.

They're eager, often hovering around you.

The followers of The Lamb also praise you, being a lamb like their leader.

You are happy you found a surviving member of your kind...

Although you do wish they were less eager to court you.

The gifts, affection, and constant attention get overwhelming after awhile.

The Lamb does not understand your hesitance.

To them the best thing to do is keep you beside them.

Lambs must stay together in their herd.

Oh, TOWW finds this little discovery interesting.

It appears his vessel has found another of their kind.

What luck.

TOWW finds the desperation of The Lamb towards you amusing.

What would they do if you passed on... you lack immortality like them.

Perhaps they'd beg?

Maybe they'd ask the bishop of death for mercy?

TOWW promises if The Lamb is good for him, your life will be as long as theirs.

Honestly, being a lamb like The Lamb would probably be overwhelming.

The similarities are nice...

But The Lamb is so scared to be alone again that they cling to you.

They have so much power in their cult.

Who are you to turn to?

Your life is stuck in the camp.

Safe from predators, safe from death...

The Lamb feels since they have the power to control who lives and who dies with TOWW, they know what's best.

It's not like you'll fight them-

Lambs tend to be submissive creatures... The Lamb is simply different due to TOWW.

As they hold your face and stroke your wool... they bleat towards you.

A sound meant to be comforting...

The Lamb feels like family... perhaps even a future partner.

You just wish they gave you more of a choice instead of suffocating you in their desperation and loneliness like it's love.

[chirpycloudyrobin]

Have you ever heard of Xianle? The grandest kingdom to have ever graced the Central Plains? Home of the Scrap Immortal Xie Lian?

Yes? Good. Good.

Now, have you ever heard of its Wei Clan? No? Well, perhaps not. Not many remember the commoner clans of fallen kingdoms, not even those as strange as Xianle's Wei.

Why are they considered strange, you may ask? Hmm, perhaps if you have time to spare, I may be able to divulge some knowledge lost to time long ago.

You do? Alright, here's what I know.

Xianle's Wei were Western Xianle but they were neither royal nor noble. They say the commoner clan lived in an isolated patch of land near one of the many lakes of Western Xianle. They also said the family cared for a grove of willows and cypresses and pines with magical properties, but no one can really attest to the truth of that now, can they?

Like all Xianle people, the Weis loved music and and beauties and art. Gold and precious jewels? Not so much. They would like to have them because they make life easier but they as a clan are pretty content where they were.

That was the impression they gave anyway as a clan that lives sequestered away behind their groves.

Hm? What did they look like? Why, like your everyday Xianle natives of course!

No, no, not like Taizi Dianxia Xie Lian. Dianxia is an outlier and we can't even dream of getting anywhere near his level.

Ah? You don't know how everyday Xianle natives look? Hm...

The people often say that Xianle natives are best identified through their eyes. The Wei clan were no different.

They say that Xianle natives have eyes best described as 如黑曜石般, like obsidian. Obsidian-dark of the starry skies. Deep, intense, captivating. If one looked into the eyes of a Xianle native, they would see the starry skies reflected back. Truly a beautiful manifestation of their natural brilliance as a people.

Xianle is- was a country of immeasurable wealth, talent and beauty, to the point where even the filthiest commoner could be a legendary beauty underneath all the dirt. Their natives' eyes are said to be a preview to the vast amounts of talent hidden within Xianle's blood. Taizi Dianxia Xie Lian was said to have the most brilliant starry eyes, and the golden hue of his eyes after ascension was simply the stars of his eyes shining at their brightest.

Ah, sorry. I seem to have strayed from my original topic. Back to the Wei clan.

Again, the Weis lived a secluded life with their willow groves. Those who visited their clan compounds talk about the peaceful beauty of the place and how that beauty was also reflected in the clan members themselves.

But jealous tongues wagged incessantly as well.

They say that the Weis paid something horrible in exchange for their beauty and talents. You see, there was a reason why the Weis lived so isolated from the rest of society. There was a reason why they loved and guarded their groves so fiercely.

The Weis were closer to beings of the afterlife than the living.

Do you know what their willows, cypresses, and pines have in common? They are often planted in graveyards.

Despite being a commoner clan that have never produced cultivators or soothsayers or mediums, the Weis are weirdly adept at communicating with the dead. The Weis communicated with the dead with an ease that many cannot replicate. They have soothed many fierce spirits that most would balk at using their words and occasional music alone.

But why didn't they gain fame and renown from their seemingly seamless communication with the dead? Perhaps it was because they were just a commoner clan with no notable ties to any gentry. Or perhaps they liked their peace better than the -ahem- very active gentry life. Either way, they rarely interacted with living people, and living people rarely interacted with them outside of requests to soothe the dead.

Some say that you could never know if you were talking to someone living or dead within the Wei compound because both sides apparently peacefully coexist in there. Rumours say that the Weis don't miss their dead for too long because most of them linger. They had no need to record their history in writing because they could easily contact their ancestors.

Ah, what happened to them? Who can say... Maybe the natural world has had enough of the living consorting with the dead. Maybe someone thought them too unnatural to continue existing. Maybe their dead spirited them off.

What we do know is that several years before the fall of Xianle, the kingdom woke up to the Wei groves burnt to ashes. The burn was apparently so thorough that no one could figure out if they were attacked or left in their own accord. No one could contact their dead.

Perhaps if they were gentry, the kingdom would've poured more effort into looking into their disappearance. But alas, they were just a commoner clan who was only slightly weirder than most.

One does wonder if their disappearance was an omen for what was to come. But who knows, really? Fate is fickle like that.

Hm? You know of a Wei? Two Weis? Are you sure it's 魏 and not 位 or 衛? Ah, so it's really 魏?

So they've popped up again after all these years? Who would've thought...

Tell me, do they still talk weird to the dead? Do they live around graveyards befriending all the ghosts?

Come, come, let's trade a story for a story yeah? Tell this lowly one all about these new Weis.

I certainly have forever to listen.

[shalpilot]

Id love to hear your thoughts about doflamingo and rosinante

they make me insane. Doflamingo is an absolutely horrendous person and my favorite type of villain- one so charismatic that he has a following of people who would die for him, but he barely blinks when he loses them. He presents himself as someone who’s built a family; who’s brought people together, but he’s a cult leader who’s curated a group of desperate people who are deeply infatuated with him and his image. He says he loves his family, but the second they lose their value, he has no issue with casting them out or just dealing with them himself. This extends to his brother, the final member of his immediate family on the earth, who he killed in cold blood- but what I don’t see a lot of people talking about is that he was going to do that anyways. He wanted Cora to perform the immortality operation on him! There was no outcome in Doflamingo’s mind where Corazon left that island alive. He’s such a fucking despicable man I loathe him from the bottom of my heart but he is so very very interesting.

Corazon is a very sad man who thinks he is a much worse person than he is. He started helping Law for what I believe are selfish reasons- he wanted to prove that he could be a good person- but he ended up truly feeling connected to and responsible for Law’s safety and happiness. He saw his brother in Law; a hurt, angry child who wanted to lash out at the world and knew he had one more chance to save someone who’d been burned by the world. He held a lot more love in his heart than he gave himself credit for. He wanted so hard to believe in his brother, to believe Doflamingo wouldn’t hurt him, and that faith ended up killing him. That doesn’t mean his love was misplaced or that he was wrong- obviously you should be able to believe that your family won’t hurt you. Doflamingo is just an evil, evil man who was born wrong.

One of the most blatant pieces of symbolism in One Piece is Corazon literally shoving a heart into Law’s mouth. Get loved idiot. Even if you think you don’t deserve it, I love you.

tl;dr I like them a little. Also if you like their dynamic watch trigun (98 first then stampede I like that order better)

[writethrough]

The Diviner (Part I)

(Morpheus x Prophetess Reader)

Synopsis: An ordinary outing with Hob Gadling turns sour when you have a vision of someone's death. You must do everything in your power to stop it.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 1385

A/N: I'm so excited to share this with you all! My first (intentional) multi-part fic! A massive shout out to the lovely @7-wonders for helping me through this with her insights and suggestions, you definitely made me feel better about this. But still, after reading this so many times, I feel like it's the worst thing I've written, so, of course, that means I have to release it into the universe and let it go. And with that, I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist | Part II

You never thought it would come to this, standing before Dream of the Endless, ready to die.

—  

Living amongst humans, you hardly crossed paths with the Endless. The only one you really saw was Death. You sought her out sometimes. Immortality was lonely if you didn’t know how to navigate it.  

In one particular meeting, she sent Hob Gadling in her place. He became a confidant, even better than Death on some occasions. He was closer to what you were—a human given immortality. And you, a seer, an oracle, a prophetess—able to see the future and walk through it—an ability you never asked for.  

Life was a funny, fickle thing.  

It had been hundreds of years since you last saw Morpheus. You encountered him and Destiny long ago but would never forget what they did.  

In the 15th century, you were strolling through a meadow of wildflowers as tall as trees one moment, only for them to melt away and reveal Destiny and Dream.   

That dream had been your last. 

It was easy to despise them at first. You watched every member of your family die. You barely aged, and when the whispers began, you fled.  

Every new place unfolded into the same pattern. You developed friendships, found love, and built your new life from the ground. You foretold their deaths, fled when people grew suspicious, and returned to watch those you loved lowered into the earth.  

It was like breathing to hate them, but unlike you, things changed.  

You stopped seeking out the expectations of human life, stopped living day by day, and started seeing the bigger picture.

You hadn’t realized how you could influence your visions until you wandered, not because you had to, but because you wanted to.  

Destiny gave you this life because it was what he had to do, and you were able to help stop so many terrible things with it. You managed to evacuate an oceanside village before a flood, left anonymous tips so the authorities could catch murderers, and pulled a woman out of the way of an oncoming car—one that would go on to change the world.  

But you couldn’t see everything. You couldn’t see your destiny. You weren’t Endless or all-knowing. And then you hated Destiny more for all the horrible things he let happen—all the people that perished because he refused to interfere—because you didn’t see.  

Death and Hob quelled some of your anger. Their stories of Morpheus were more enlightening than you would have liked.  

He hadn’t given you this power. He only let Destiny find you through your dreams so he could bestow it. Still, guilt by association was damning. And you always wondered why he helped Destiny in the first place.  

But to ask him, he’d have to enter the Waking, and according to Death, that was something he did not do.  

That was another thing you missed—dreaming. The escapism that so many needed, you could not partake in. Your days and nights were full of visions. And unlike dreams, you remembered all of them.  

—  

You’re clutching your side, staring into his blue eyes—your veins on fire.  

You want him dead.  

—  

You appreciated the routine you established with Hob throughout the years—brunch on Sundays, then a walk to your bench at the park.  

You were halfway through your meal when he broached a topic that had become a weekly discussion.  

“My students would love to hear your side of things.”

An unimpressed look shaped your features.  

“My side of things nearly cost me my life,” you said, sipping your tea.  

“Ah, yes, I forgot you aren’t privy to a centennial death meeting with Dream,” he said.  

“Yes,” you hummed in amusement. “Must be nice to choose when you die.”  

“It has its perks.”  

You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.  

“Now, now, a little respect for your elders!” he laughed.  

You raised a brow. “I’m pretty sure age is redundant at this point.”  

He shrugged. “As long as I get a birthday cake.”  

“I thought you only do that every decade?”  

“I was thinking of switching things up. You only live once, you know!”  

You both burst out laughing, trying to quiet to not disturb the other patrons.  

“Just consider it,” he said after settling. “I think I’m beginning to bore them.”  

“You? Never,” you said.  

His mouth opened, eyes alight, and then your head dropped forward. You had enough cognizance to catch it with your hands as flashes played behind your lids.  

Morpheus trapped.  

A silhouette loomed over him.  

And Death, leading her brother away.  

Hob’s warm hand on your forearms helped pull you out.  

“Are you alright?” he asked. “They don’t usually last that long.”  

You breathed slowly; your head still heavy.  

He said your name.  

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “But we need to find Morpheus.”  

Hob’s voice lowered. “What’s going to happen to Morpheus?”  

You looked up, somewhat steadily. “Someone’s going to kill him.”  

—  

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be reunited with everyone you lost.  

Then why are you petrified?  

—  

You were in the park amongst a crowd after shooting from your seat and leaving Hob to take care of the check.  

It was your best chance to find Death here. There were far too many people for something not to happen.  

Hob called your name, running up beside you.  

“Did you have to take off like that?”  

You scanned the area as you spoke. “I have to warn Morpheus.”  

“I know,” he heaved, “But don’t you know when it will happen?”  

You shook your head. “I couldn’t tell. It was bright, but it was indoors. And it went by so fast.”  

“Okay, what else did you—hey!”  

There!  

She was good at blending in, but you could sense her power.  

And it seemed she sensed yours because she faced you as you approached. And where a smile would normally bloom, a frown took hold.  

“What’s wrong?” she asked, clearly concerned.  

“I saw your brother die,” you said. “But you already know that, don’t you?”  

Her eyes widened. “You had a vision?”  

“Have you warned him?” You ignored her question.  

“I…No, I haven’t.”  

“Then we need to. Can you call Morpheus somehow?” Your mind was running rampant, scenario after scenario, and how to combat them playing out.

She said your name. “If it’s my brother’s time…”

“No. There’s no way he's dying if I can help it. I wouldn’t have seen it if I couldn’t do something!” You hated this feeling bubbling up, like constriction from the inside.  

Morpheus had been an object of your detestment for so long, but he had also opened the door for you to save so many. The least you could do was protect him in return.  

“Okay! Okay,” she said, wanting to calm you. “Let’s go somewhere private.”  

Once you were back at your place, Death called to Dream through her sigil. And while you stood, anxious, Hob sat with one leg over the other, a firm look on Death.  

“Sister.” Morpheus appeared without a sound. Or perhaps he did make one, and you were too in your head.  

He faced you as calmly as the night you met. “Seer.”  

You hadn’t seen him in centuries, but had he been this ethereal when you met?  

“Morpheus.”  

“Why have you summoned me, sister?” Morpheus asked.  

“Someone’s planning to kill you,” you interrupted, arms crossed.

His face pinched ever so slightly. “You’ve seen this?”  

You nodded.  

“Is this true?” Morpheus looked to Death.  

She hesitated. “I don’t know. And that’s what worries me.”  

“Hold on a moment.” Hob waved a hand. “You’re saying you have no knowledge of Morpheus' murder.” He pointed to you. “And yet you’ve seen it.”  

“Then maybe there’s still a way to save you,” you said to Morpheus. “Surely Death of all people has to know when someone will die.”  

Death let out a slow sigh. “I hope that’s the case.” Then met your gaze. “The only comfort I take in all this is your vision. It tells me there’s a chance.”  

“So, what do we do?” Hob asked.  

“We find out who wants Morpheus dead,” you said. “And hope we can stop them.”

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

SFW🌿

・Will is a caring and gentle partner. He’s quite emotionally open and doesn’t mind discussing his feelings 

・The first time you met, there was a ringing of steel on steel. The clash of swords; a battle neither would win. 

・As the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Will had found your ship, with its healthy and vital crew

・Your coffers were full, and your crew was never hungry

・As the enemy ship sailed towards your own, your curiosity won over your logic

・What’s the point in being immortal if you can’t have a little fun?

・So when the fighting broke out, you soon realised who you were dealing with. Davy Jones had been slain, but in his place stood a handsome young man. 

・Both you and Will agreed to stay out of each other’s way, but destiny wouldn’t let you part

・It wasn’t difficult, to let your feelings take over. Both you and Will had a fascination with each other, one that ran deep

・Both of you wanted to be a captain and sail your own ship. The pirate life wasn’t one that was easy to give up 

・That freedom is intoxicating. 

・But destiny was always on your side

・Because you found an old relic that gave you the power to find Will, no matter how far he sails

・Will does get jealous easily though, and when he first met you, he was certain that your quartermaster was your lover. But Killian was a loyal friend, and only a friend 

・You knew about Captain Jack Sparrow, but never got the chance to actually meet him. Something told you that wherever Jack went, trouble followed...so you followed him

・Will told you to steer clear of the dread-locked fiend, but you wanted something of his. A certain compass. 

・What Will loves most about you, is your hot head and wild nature. Although it can be difficult at times, he would never make you dull that part of yourself 

・You keep him on his toes, and he wouldn’t want it any other way

・Whenever you’re together, Will likes to surprise you with artefacts (since you can get any jewel you wish - you can never die. No matter the injury.)

・You like playing with Will’s hair, it’s actually quite curly 

・He likes when you hum, and you do it a lot. It’s always absent-mindedly, because you’d be mortified if Will heard you sing (although when you get to the drink, you don’t care whose listening)

・Your crew mates start to feel comfortable around Will’s. There’s even moments of family members reuniting

・You take good care of your crew - since you hand pick them yourself 

・You’ve sailed nearly everywhere, and experienced everything. Some things you wish you could forget, but others that you know are otherwordly

・You’ve saved mermaids

・Slayed British soldiers, who try to rid the world of pirates

・You’ve even been nominated to be pirate king a few times (but you never turned up to the meetings)

・You’re a legend, a myth, a reality

・Some people think that if they capture you, they’ll be able to take your eternal youth

・So you can never be in one place for too long 

・Anyone that’s around you will become younger - the time in their life when they felt like their best self 

・But this doesn’t work on Will ... it was one of the reasons why he was so peculiar to you 

・Like destiny had played a nasty trick on the both of you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Your Favourite Colour Is Green by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ Rivals to Friends to Lovers

  ✧ Opposites Attract

  ✧ “Shut Up” x “Make Me”

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Consent King™ always asks if what he’s doing is okay, asks if he can kiss you, etc. 

・Favourite place to have sex is on the beach. The hot sun beating down on you, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It makes an ethereal atmosphere. 

・Always makes sure you’ve orgasmed before he does 

・Can go for multiple rounds, without tiring

・He’s swept up in the heat of the moment, and doesn’t think about whether he’s being light-hearted or sensual 

・Will is like a whirlwind when he’s turned on. Grabbing at your clothes and tearing them off, kissing every inch of bare skin he can find 

・His favourite position is missionary, with your legs wrapped around his waist 

・Leaves hickies on your body without realising it 

・Loves when you wear your captain’s hat and ... only your captain’s hat.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Round 3, Poll 2

To Spoon Feed You Comfort v. Soul Traitor

THE POLL IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST! CLICK "KEEP READING".

To Spoon Feed You Comfort: (Accidental Marriage AU)

Have a conversation. Bilbo could certainly do that. He’s learned quite a bit on how to talk to dwarves on this quest after all. He shot to his feet, looking around the room, only for his eyes to meet Thorin’s own. It felt like the dwarf’s gaze was boring into Bilbo, trying to discover his every secret the hobbit had. Courage leaving him, Bilbo opted instead for a walk through the gardens to get his head right. 

It was much later when Bilbo returned to the dwarven common room, only to discover they had made a little fire pit in the center of it. Not wanting to be a part of vandalism, Bilbo found his way onto the outer balconies. 

He has enjoyed the peace and beauty of Rivendell. It was somewhere he’s always wanted to visit after listening to his mother’s stories. He leaned against the railing, watching the fireflies start to appear when he heard a noise behind him. When he turned, he saw Thorin standing there staring at him. Bilbo’s jaw dropped. This was his chance. Before he could utter a word though, a conversation from below captured his attention.

Elrond and Gandalf appeared to be arguing over the state of their quest. Bilbo furrowed his brows, casting a glance at Thorin who also appeared to be listening intently.

“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs in that family…”

Bilbo could feel himself getting worked up. A bunch of Shire gossips, that’s all they were. He would have expected better from the immortal pair. When Bilbo turned around to tell Thorin it was okay, he found the dwarf had already ducked inside the hallway. Bilbo sprinted after him, hollering his name.

“Wait! Thorin, it’s okay!”

Suddenly, a hand caught his wrist spinning him around and pinning his back against the wall in the dark alcove.

“What do you know of it?” Thorin growled, pressing close to him. “What do you know of watching your grandfather’s mind wither until there was not a thought left but that of gold? What do you know of watching your father, your brother, yourself for signs of that same sickness with dread? You in your comfortable little hole. What right do you have to tell me it’s okay?”

Bilbo felt his nose twitch as he took a sharp breath. Thorin let him go, and Bilbo quickly grabbed his jacket to keep him from leaving.

“I know nothing of sickness of the mind or gold. But I know you. Or at least I think I’ve come to know you. I’ve watched you care for your company, every single member. I know how seriously you carry your burdens. But Thorin, I’ve never once worried for your sanity, mad quest to burgle from a dragon aside.”

Bilbo hadn’t meant to say that last bit, and he froze worried he might have offended Thorin by making light of it. Instead, the dwarf gave a small chuckle. A noise that had Bilbo’s heart pounding faster. This was it. This was the exact moment where he should tell him.

Soul Traitor: (Reincarnated Soulmates)

A memory from far away came bidden to Bilbo’s mind as his lips ticked upwards slightly.

“And most amusing for you?” He finished.

Gandalf chuckled. “The only thing I will find amusing is when the dwarves realize how wrong they are about you.” He lowered his voice as if he were about to impart a secret. “A rather stubborn race that tends to stick to their own preconceived notions until proven otherwise.”

Bilbo shook his head with a sigh. Just how was he supposed to prove them wrong if they wouldn’t even give him the time of day? He had the strangest urge to hug Gandalf close like a child hiding in their mother’s skirt. However, if there was one thing in the world more stubborn than dwarves, it was wizards when they got an idea in their head. 

“If I asked you to take me back home to the Shire instead, would that be on your way?”

“I’m afraid not.” Gandalf smiled gently. “You will either be traveling to Rivendell with the company, or back home to the Shire alone.”

Bilbo sighed. His mother used to travel alone. Surely, Bilbo could retrace his steps easily enough. 

“Halfling!” Thorin barked. “Let’s go. The day will get away from us if we don’t depart now.”

Bilbo looked over to see all the dwarves already in their saddles, waiting for him to finish his conversation with Gandalf. Bilbo turned back to the wizard who merely gave him a wink.

“I will see you again. I promise, Bilbo.”

Something in Bilbo settled at his words even knowing that could mean in another life. Bilbo hugged the wizard tightly before turning back to Thorin and company. He gave a single nod as he grabbed Myrtle's saddlehorn, pulling himself up onto her back. Seeing him finally ready to go, Thorin swiftly pulled his pony’s reins around, leading their group out of town. Most of the dwarves rode in pairs, conversing with each other in low tones leaving Bilbo at the back of the group alone. He turned back to give one last look at Gandalf, but the wizard was already gone. Bilbo took a deep breath as he came upon a fork in the road. One path taking him home, the other following the company. 

He contemplated his options. Did he want to go home? Or did he want to see this through? He knew what his head was screaming at him, but his heart…his heart knew he would go back to being a shell of a hobbit in the Shire. He needed to do this. Regardless of how uncomfortable it was. Besides, Rivendell has always been somewhere he’s wanted to see. Maybe he would finally find peace amongst the rumored beauty of the Last Homely House. Ever so gently, Bilbo nudged Myrtle along after the dwarves. His eyes glued to the backside of the pony in front of him hoping he was not about to regret this decision.

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Bilbo had gotten a taste of living off the road from his short journey with Gandalf, but it still wasn’t enough to prepare him for camping with the dwarves. 

[miss-conner3]

Hi I'm here to ask a question in regards of Ando. I noticed in your recent pic of them the lamb gave him a golden necklace presumably. How does Ando feel about having immortality given (or forced) on him?

Also as another side question. (You don't have to answer this one if you dont want to) what would the lamb do if someone tried to hurt or kill their brother (or if their brother tried to harm themselves in a dark senerio).

I'll answer the first question according to where we are in the story shown so far, which is where Ando is introduced to the cult and begins to seriously wonder where the heck he and his brother are.

With that clear, I would say that the only thing Ando thought was that this necklace was extremely expensive, due to the fact that it is made of gold. So he would feel that he couldn't use anything so valuable in such a careless manner.

Although before wanting to return the necklace, his brother would assure him with a smile that this was simply a gift that is customary to give in this place.

A gift that is only given to siblings.

So Ando, trusting his word and considering the value that the necklace given to him must have, wouldn't ask anything else.

As for knowing if this necklace gives him immortality, he wouldn't find out about that until a long time later.

This is because currently in the cult there are few people who have this type of necklace, and luckily for the lamb, they are not kind enough to reveal something so obvious to our clueless Ando.

Well, at least for now.

As for the second question, possibly the lamb would give a difficult time to those who dare to touch his family member; after everything he did to bring him back, he would not leave the aggressors alone.

As for the scenario where Ando would want to harm himself, let's say that, even though the lamb hates seeing others harm him, as long as it is his brother's will, the lamb would not interfere.

After all… he made sure that Ando could never give up on life.

Even if he decided to give it up.

[aufi-creative-mind]

I hc that the Bargainer Statues are early depictions of the Fierce Deity (who's true form therefore has 4 eyes), who is referred to as a Kishin in Japanese, which according to folklore, are wrathful, powerful, even scary-looking beings & vicious fighters, but are also deeply compassionate, benevolent, & protectors at there core. They're said to enact just & righteous vengeance for those who've been wronged.

Anyway, my thoughts are that he is the 3rd in the Hylian/Demise triad, being where the Hero's Spirit originates from. I also hc that he created the Sheikah much like how Hylia created the Hylians. (So, if the naming conventions follow, his true name could start with "Shei" or "Sheik.")

Anyway, he's a god of war, the moon, heroism, & death. Which is why Link is always able to see spirits. He gathered spirits & fought or soothed Poes (the enemies) either by fighting them or playing the Song of Healing.

The Dark Clumps being pieces of the pseudo-flesh that spirits form to create Poes & the Depths Set being made from this pseudo-flesh.

Also, I hc that the symbols are actually ancient Sheikah script, which the Fierce Deity taught the Sheikah. And before losing or giving up his immortality, he tasked the Sheikah with taking his place, which is who delivered the spirits to the Bargainer Statues before Link.

This is part of the reason why the Sheikah are so heavily associated with death & graveyards.

As for who the Bargainers are, they are this thing called a bushin in Japanese culture, which there deities have the ability to split pieces off of themselves & create lesser copies that rule over certain areas, but are lead by the source deity. The same is said for the Goddess Statues. Basically, Hylia & Fierce gave up their immortality, but the statues are still being run by their bushin.

Stop me, I will literally talk you ear off if you don't.

Anyway, what are your thoughts??

.................................................... OP. My guy, my gal, my non-binary pal. Why did you drop this on my inbox? This needs to be its own proper post! This is a very fascinating take on the Bargainer and the other known deities in the Zelda world.

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Ngl, I haven't thought much about the Bargainer and their role is since there's so little in their lore. Other than "guiding lost souls into the afterlife without prejudice" and exchanging materials, weapons and outfit sets in return of Poes... (Kinda like how the Goddess Statue exchanges Blessings for Hearts, Stamina and Sage's Wills).

And seeing so many Poes in the Depths in a state of purgatory, makes me think that they are akin to the Grim Reaper of sorts. On top of the Yiga notes about how those "strange statues" would rip the souls out of fellow members if they come too close to it in the Depths.

I also imagine that the name "Bargainer" is a recent title when they were (re)discovered by present-day Hyruleans. And their true name had already been lost to the looooooong passage of time. And for all we know, the "Bargainer" was the god(dess) of the long extinct Zonai people.

That's about as far as I have for the Bargainer.

As for other deities like Hylia, Demise and the Fierce Deity, I don't have much beyond what is present in the games and the popular headcanons shared within the Zelda fandom.

I do have headcanons on how each race and clans interpret these deities and their own faith systems. For example, the Sheikah view Hylia as a "two faced" deity with "light and shadow" themes in their faith. Which is in contrast to their Hylian counterparts who have more clear-cut views on Hylia as the benevolent protector-goddess of their people (And why the Horned Statue exists and is shunned and hidden away).

(Though this is all part of my BotW-TotK Family and Legacy story.)

TL;DR I don't have a lot of ideas / headcanons on who or what these deities are. BUT I do have headcanons on how they are interpreted by different peoples/races.

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But seriously though OP, if you're reading this, you need to create dedicated posts and elaborate more on these headcanon ideas. They have POTENTIAL to become some very delicious reads.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Oceans of time (part 3)

Laddie asks David how he got turned into a vampire.

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Santa Carla, 1987

"That's how you make a vampire, isn't it?" Laddie asked quietly, looking at David. The man nodded.

"Yeah. We couldn't have saved her even if we were there."

"Did you bury her like Lucy?"

"No. We couldn't. I wouldn't."

"Why?"

"She was still my sister. I wouldn't abandon her."

"But if she stayed with you, how did she get blood?"

David grinned. "We decided that for the time being, she could feed from us. Until we had the thing figured out."

"Is that how you got changed?"

"Eventually. She tried to control her thirst, but over time, it became too much. She hadn't even realised that she drank to much until I entered the room."

November, 1897

Mia ignored the cries and ignored the hand, trying to push her away from the vein she was drinking from. She needed it. She needed even more - but this would do for now. She growled when suddenly someone grabbed her, roughly pushing her backwards - crying out when a beam of sunlight hit her arms. As soon as she pulled it back into the shadows, her skin healed.

"David?"

Angrily, he looked at her, helping Dwayne sit up. She had almost completely drained him, her bloodlust taking over.

"Give me your wrist." David grabbed her roughly, taking a knife and cutting the skin open. He forced her wrist against Dwayne's mouth, forcing him to consume the blood. "You could have killed him, Mia!"

"I didn't mean to! I'm - I'm just so hungry..."

David ignored her, making sure that Dwayne was alright. Even though he was definitely weakened due to the lack of blood in his veins, he'd live.

"Are you still hungry?" David's look softened when he looked at the girl. She nodded quietly.

"Take some of mine."

"What if I can't control myself and-"

"I'll be fine. Drink."

Mia did as she was told, greedily taking yet another vein. David felt his blood rush out of his body, and he felt himself getting lightheaded. He noticed how cloudy everything began to feel. "Mia."

She didn't respond, tightening her grip on his wrist. David tried again - but she just wouldn't listen. Nothing he could do could get her away from his blood. "Fuck!" He hissed, realising he had no other choice. He grabbed his sisters' wrist, reopening the wound. If he didn't drink the vampireblood now, he would be a dead man. He didn't want to die. Mia whimpered as he began to drink her blood, finally letting go of his wrist.

"I'm sorry!" She cried, pulling away from him. "I'm sorry!"

Santa Carla, 1987

"Did you then change the others?" Laddie asked.

"Yes. When they came in and saw what had happened, they wanted to become vampires, too."

"What about the vampire that changed her?"

"Remember how I told you this story wasn't a happy one?"

Laddie nodded.

"He's the reason why."

December 1897

With every member of their little family turned, they finally dared to take on the streets. To go outside and hunt. They left their little house at night, enjoying the wonders vampirism brought them.

They marvelled at their ability to read minds. They laughed when they realised they could fly. How they could communicate simply by thinking. All the things their eyes could now see, the things they could hear - even though they had lived in this town for their whole life, it was as if they were discovering a whole new world.

"I didn't give you permission to make more, did I?"

An ice-cold voice echoed from behind them. Mia whimpered. It resonated within her head. The boys turned around, realising that this was the vampire that changed her.

"Holmwood?!"

The man chuckled. "Hello again, David. I told you your sister was in mortal danger, didn't I?"

"What the fuck man, you killed your own fiancee?" Marko looked at the vampire.

"I gave her immortal life. You were the ones to kill her."

"No. That was Max. We didn't touch her," Paul said.

"Mia, come here."

Obediently the girl stepped forwards, toward him. "Sir?"

"Why did you change them?"

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident, " she said quietly, stepping back slightly so she'd feel the comfort of her brothers.

"I should have you killed for disobeying me," Arthur growled, causing Mia to shiver.

"Please don't, it won't happen again, I promise!"

"Mia-" David began, but he was cut off when Arthur gave her another order.

"Come here, childe." He opened his arms, and even though she was terrified, Mia could not disobey his order. Slowly, she stepped into his arms. The boys couldn't do anything but watch. They couldn't fight this vampire, not when he was clearly so much more powerful than them.

Santa Carla, 1987

"How did you get away from that vampire?" Laddie asked, jumping up. "Did you fight? Did you rip his head off?"

"No. Max was the reason we got away."

"Max?" Laddie pulled a face. "What did he do?"

"He staked Arthur."

"But if he was still holding Mia, then -"

"She got staked as well."

December 1897

"Mia, get away from there!" Paul yelled, but it was too late. Max had shot a large, wooden stake right at Arthur's back. It shot through his body, coming out in the front, the tip brutally destroying Mia's upper chest and shoulder. She cried out, stumbling backwards, when another stake hit her - right in the stomach. She whimpered, her hand covering the wound, gasping as she fell to the ground. She was covered in her own blood, taking shallow breaths.

"Shit, Mia!" Dwayne was the first to reach her. He was quick to pull the stake out, quick to try and feed her his blood, but it was of no use. No matter how much he gave, the blood just kept pouring out of her. "David, she's -" Dwayne didn't finish the sentence. David was already there.

"It's cold..." she murmured, hissing quietly as David lifted her up, holding her in his arms. As he held her, he tried his best to keep her comfortable. Marko held her hand, while Paul tried to get a now unconscious Max to them, hoping that his blood could save her.

"I don't want to die," she said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mia, it's alright," David said, barely louder than a whisper. He knew he couldn't trust his voice right now. "We're here. I've got you."

"I know, love," it was Marko, who spoke.

"You won't leave me?" She asked softly, quietly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Her eyes closed before she could hear his answer.

"Never."

As snow began to fall, only the panicked screams of the vampire killer were heard, as three very angry vampires chased after him. David stayed behind, holding his sisters cold body close. "I'm sorry, Mia," he said softly. There was nothing he could do now. She was gone.

Santa Carla 1987

"So why did you let Max live?"

"As punishment, he resents vampires."

"I'm sorry about Mia." Laddie said quietly. David nodded.

He hadn't told Laddie the whole truth. Sure, Max being turned was a punishment for the hunter. But that wasn't the only punishment the man faced. The boys had forced him to do one thing, and only if he managed to do that thing would he be set free.

January 1897

"Just kill me, you fuckers!"

Max yelled at them, causing David to chuckle.

"Like you killed our sister? I don't think so. You want to be free? Be released of immortality?"

"Yes! I'd do anything!"

"Good." David nodded as he revealed a coffin filled with ice. Beneath it laid his sister. "If you find a way to bring her back, we will gift you your freedom."

"But she's dead, I can't bring back the death!"

"You will, if you know what's good for you!" David growled, before he slammed the basement door shut, leaving Max alone with his equipment and his one and only task.

Bring back a dead vampire.

[thesilliestangel4ever]

May i request a headcanon for Lilia x rival male reader?

The context for the rivalry was they fought each other during the fae human war amd now all these years later, they're together.

Hope you like it!

" What a surprising turn of events! " For many, many long years- Lilia was your arch nemesis. So how come he's your lover now?

Includes: Lilia Vanrouge

Warnings: Male reader, likely OOC (I'm not completely caught up on the main story!), very messily written! Lilia and reader are boomers

|| fem aligned dni!

Lilia Vanrouge ♡

As I don't know that much about fae lore, I'm under the assumption that it was a long time ago? (So I'm writing the reader as an 'immortal' human, kind of)

Your first impression of Lilia was that he was an annoying and cruel fae. You hated him with all your might.

He hated you, too. He thought you were just a dumb and naive human.

You two could fight each other forever, and you'd always fight until the other tires out and retreats. For some reason, you never killed him. And he never killed you.

This continued for a long time, even after the fae human war you still quarrelled daily.

Though, everytime you saw him- you got this feeling in your chest. One you had never felt before. You assumed it was genuine hatred, and didn't question it further.

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A few years pass and you still hate Lilia. He's annoying and wont stop pestering you. You two still fight each other, but its not as intense as it once was.

It seems like over the years, he's gotten less serious and a bit more playful. He teases you a lot more than he used too. He truly is insufferable.

Now that you think about it, it doesn't seem like Lilia truly hates you. Do you hate him? Of course you do! That's the only explanation for that weird feeling you get in your chest whenever you see him.

But you think to yourself, "Is being around him truly that bad?" Before scoffing and scolding yourself for thinking of such things.

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More years pass and you and Lilia seem to be on... Okay-ish terms? Your relationship with him is extremely confusing to not only outsiders, but yourself aswell.

It seems your fights have turned into playful wrestling and fist fights, and you've started to tease him back a bit.

Maybe Lilia wasnt as bad as you thought he was? Though you weren't sure how you should feel about that.

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As the years slowly passed by, you and Lilia started to become friends. Its funny to think about-- the man you thought was so horrible when you first met him, suddenly being your best friend?

Yet, nothing seems to explain this feeling you get, each time you see him. You begin to question how you truly feel about him, turning to other sources to figure out just what he is to you. You had never felt this way about another person before, as you were always focusing on other things much more important. So why did you feel this way around him?

Consulting different acquaintances, friends, family members, books- all of them gave you the same answer, each time. "You're in love." Preposterous! As if you'd fall for the man you once thought as your nemesis.

But, what other explanation is there, other than love? ... Do you love Lilia...? No way in hell! I mean, even if you did he would never feel the same way! Right? ...Right?

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You don't remember how many years have passed since you and Lilia saw each other as enemies, but you know it's been a very, very long time. Especially since you and him are now walking down the streets, hands intertwined with one another.

You seemed like a newlywed couple to passerbys, and it felt like it to you both. Every experience with Lilia is always filled with laughter and positivity, never ever does he bore you, for he is such an unpredictable being. Honestly, he makes you feel like a young schoolboy in love all over again.

"Lilia?" you say. "Yes, my dearest? " He replies, giving you a gentle yet playful smile. " Do you remember when we were younger? How we'd always fight?" You ask. He hums playfully in response. "Well how could I not? You've got quite a nasty punch to you! ♡" He chuckled. You lightly shove him and tell him to shush.

" Y'know, I was convinced I hated you, even when we were on friendly terms. I think I've had feelings for you since the beginning, though." You said, as he chuckled; "Heh, you just can't resist me can you?" Earning him a playful smack on the head

Sorry, this was a bit rushed! Please let me know if i made any mistakes or if you'd like me to redo this!

Read my rules before requesting, please!

[winwintea]

last love - prologue

PAIRING ▸ random nct members x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, angst, lots of angst, supernatural, wayyy too much angst

WARNINGS ▸ angst. and character death??

WORD COUNT ▸ 562

SUMMARY ▸ after living as an immortal being for centuries, your life must surely come to an end. that is unless you turn someone else into one of your kind. but the only reason why you'd ever do such a thing, is for love. thankfully your butler just kidnapped 5 men to your mansion and will be holding them there for a month! but will you fall in love with one of them or forever cease to exist?

MASTERLIST

Deep in the woods, far from human society, there was a strange, empty looking mansion. Not so empty as it appeared, in truth.

Two called this house home. One was your butler, Ricky. He’d served you for centuries; a memento of your family. They'd been destroyed by the lost arts of the eterni hunters. Considered a ‘monster’ by their definition, “immortal." They tried to exploit the eterni for their own gain. You were the very last eterni now.

"Madam, I don't know what to say…”

"You need say nothing, Ricky."

"I am not so disciplined as to remain quiet while my mistress is on the cusp of fading away…!”

It's almost pathetic, how hard they worked to hunt you when loneliness is a far easier killer. 

A "quirk" of your species is that only true eterni are capable of turning a mortal into one of your kind. However, they would only be like Ricky, a lesser eterni, with a lifespan of some few centuries. 

You’d never turned a mortal in all your long life. But the curious nature of an Eterni is such that if they do not do so even once ...Their bodies fail and they will die. Your strength was failing. You were nearing the limit, you knew. Yet… you would never mother a generation of Eterni who will themselves be doomed to live on as the last of their kind. If you had to- if you had to turn someone.

You would do it for love. 

But you’ve never found love in an eternity. Poor Ricky though… Loyal to a fault, he’d conned 5 human men from the village out into these dark woods… and trapped them in our mansion. Ricky had hoped you might fall in love with one, and turn him as well. 

“Once the full moon comes and the house’s power weakens, they will be able to leave through the front gate on their own.” you gave Ricky an annoyed look, but not exactly disciplining him.

“I hadn’t intended to keep them here any longer. I thought a month might be long enough to-” There was no need to go over his plan again. Ricky felt bad enough about it. But in desperation, we forget the distasteful.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. I know you did this for me. And I feel awful about leaving you alone when I am gone.”

Ricky only stared at you, his eyes dead serious, “Madam. I am your loyal servant. Should you leave this world… I will only stay in it long enough to see your affairs settled. But I would not be the only one to mourn you. The man staying with us has become quite fond of you, having overcome his surprise.” He smiles to himself, “...And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve opened your heart to him this past month. Would you not consider sharing your life with him?”

You consider his words, but don’t speak. “Madam… I am afraid you will not last until the gate opens. I beg of you, turn him before the next full moon. Turn him into an eterni. Or else…”

Or else you will disappear. Should you find love before the end, would you risk everything to turn your beloved into a tortured creature like yourself? Or would you set him free? The waxing moon would soon force the choice upon you.