#Or keep her a soft shapeshifter in a bind ;-;

[dotchi18]

The 'Real' Petal

(I've been listening to 'Open the Door' over and over for months thinking about this, and decided to write a oneshot at 3AM in one shot.

This is loosely based on the 'That's Not My Neighbor' game featuring one of my favorite Yandere Simps, Leumin, because I may be cringe, but I am free.

So, here's TNMN!AU/50s!AU

Leumin Holiday was created by @hime-bee )

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Leumin didn't really pay much attention to his neighbors.

In a world where anything could happen to you when you were in the outside world, getting close to your neighbors would likely earn your head getting ripped clean off your shoulders should anything happen to them.

Sure, he knew them vaguely by their faces, but that was more out of self-preservation than any real care about them or their lives.

Go to work as a Florist, Go home.

Work, Home, Work, Home, Work, Home.

Maybe go to the store and have a little chat from going completely insane with his Book Club friend Seal.

But life was pretty listless, it was a wonder to him how some people could grasp human connection at all.

It was so draining and bled so much out of him, that when he first met her, he just kind of felt relief.

There was no wondering if a monster would come and take someone away from you if you already knew they were a monster.

It had been pouring, the sky above dim despite the slight warmth causing a humidity in the air, and very few people were outside.

Stationed behind the counter, Leumin leaned against it as he waited for his shift to simply end.

The likelihood of anyone coming in at all was slim at best, at this point there was nothing to do when he had done all of the chores earlier.

It was when he looked down to take a sip of water that a hooded figure rushed into the shop, the bell chime clanging at the force as the figure moved to the side, staying close to the window as they crouched to shrink at the very edge.

Immediately straightening up, Leumin reached to the bat tucked under the counter.

It was strange to him how more people didn't do such a thing, and seemed even offended if you carried a weapon around them.

If more people were more cautious, the doppelgangers probably wouldn't be such a problem, after all.

Walking over, he noticed the figure was watching someone else outside, trembling.

He glanced outside, and noticed from the bright red hair that it was someone that was from his apartment complex.

Not many people had hair like her after all.

Which made it all the more alarming when he saw the exact same curls falling from the hood.

Gripping the bat tighter, he kept a good distance, on guard, but also noticing the trembling.

" Can I help you?"

The figure froze before looking over to Leumin.

It was almost comical, the way the creature had shoddily slapped together the eyes, nose and mouth of his neighbor, but it was in such a way it was like he was looking at a Picasso painting.

It caught him off guard, that and the tears that were running from it's weirdly placed eyes.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" The creature croaked as it covered it's face, " I'm trying, I'm trying."

Keeping his distance still from it, the young man shifted, bangs still covering his eyes as he looked from the creature to the window and then back.

What the hell was even happening here?

" Don't kill me, please, I'm just-" The creature sniffled and coughed.

" Take a breath." Leumin couldn't help but feel a bit bad, the creature shuddering with sobs.

It was hard to think of taking the life of something that was acting like a lost child.

The creature took another shuddering breath before focusing more on him, looking back to the woman whom was long gone before back to him again.

" ..."

The silence was awkward before the creature moved to stand, " I-I'm going to go..."

" Looking like that?" Leumin couldn't help but voice, gesturing vaguely at their face, " Uh... You sure?"

The creature seemed a bit more upset as it reached up and actively pushed at their features, trying to fix them, " I'm sorry... I-I tried to copy this woman... but her features were b-blurry from the rain..."

" Mm... Yeah." Leu looked around the street before back to the creature, a few beats passing.

' Fuck it.'

Deciding life wasn't that worth it, he moved to it, the creature flinching before he offered his hand, " Come on, let's fix it."

" H-Huh?"

" Your face. It shouldn't look like that." His words were blunt, but the creature didn't seem to mind, tentatively reaching their own hand to him, Leumin noted that they had to remember to put fingernails on their hand.

" Th-Thank you..."

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By the end of his shift, Leumin had helped the creature craft their face in the back of the flower shop, thanks to a few pictures the owner had that could help them with composition.

A lot of it was based on memory, though he couldn't for the life of him remember what color his neighbor's eyes were, the color faded and watery on the creature's face.

" What's your favorite color?" The creature asked as they watched him.

It caught him off guard, so he took a beat before answering.

" Lilac."

It was then the creature closed their eyes, and when they opened them, the lilac color stared back at him.

" Thank you."

He felt his heart flip in his ribcage, his cheeks growing hot.

Why did they...???

" Do you have a name?" He asked as he stared.

" U-Um, I call myself Dotchi." The creature answered, scratching at their cheek with one of their new nails.

No, not the creature.

She didn't do anything wrong.

" I'm Leumin." He offered a hand to her, letting her shake it, this being the actual first time they touched as he wrapped his fingers around her hand tighter.

This world was fraught with danger, but she wasn't going to be one of the ones experienced it, because technically she was the danger.

But she didn't seem like she would hurt anyone.

Delicate like a little Petal...

And then it came to mind.

Curfew.

It was one of the things implemented to help keep the citizens safe, but it meant that anyone after a certain period was treated with immediate suspicion.

He could hide her in the back of the Flower Shop for a while, but considering she wasn't very good at human interaction much at all, and that people are checked at the door...

It was a kill or be killed world out there, he would have to make do for her.

[dark-and-kawaii]

we know a lot about Lofn and zevlor but what about Haarlep and Lofn? What is their life like

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Eeee!!! Yes yes yes!!! I will happily answer this for you!!! Haarlep and Lofn are my original pair and their story is my absolute favorite xoxo They were tied together by an invisible stringer the moment they met.

₊˚⊹♡ Haarlep fits into the Thay family as though he were always meant to be there, a puzzle piece that completes the picture.

₊˚⊹♡ Once bound in chains of servitude by Mephistopheles, gifted to Raphael as a mere plaything- a cocksleve for the brat and any other who wished to use him… Haarlep now finds himself residing in Thay, the very city that so many devils in the hells feared, a place where he is now adored… and feared by enemies~

₊˚⊹♡ Lofn, had been the one to pluck him from his old life, freed him and taking him for herself, offering him a new existence filled with luxury and indulgence. And though the chains were gone, Haarlep found himself bound by a different kind of tether- one woven from affection and desire. She was now his sole obsession. Her curves and intoxicating scent was branded into his very soul. And each night he feasted upon her, he binds himself tighter to her,

₊˚⊹♡ The castle is his playground, and Haarlep plays his part with the finesse of a seasoned actor. War isn’t new to Haarlep, and his shapeshifting abilities become tools of deception and strategy, turning the tides of conflict in favor of the Thay family. At times he���ll even slip out without his princess knowing- in the guise of her he weaves through enemy lines, a siren song of seduction and menace just to keep her alive and safe. (She’s not happy when she finds out)

₊˚⊹♡ Though he usually enjoys lounging around the castle awaiting his little doves return, there are many times where he hides in the shadows, slipping through the corridors, through alleys, and streets with his eyes ever watchful over Lofn. She is his anchor, his sweet little princess, and he guards her with a possessiveness that borders on obsession. No hand dares to linger too long upon her, no gaze too bold, for Haarlep is always near, ready to remind those who forget that she is his.

₊˚⊹♡ They have one daughter that is Lofn’s absolute pride and joy. Despite originally wanting to consume the things soul while still growing within Lofn (fearful of the Lofn dying during birth), Haarlep now finds endless amusement in watching his little imp grab at his tail as he dangles it teasingly in front of her. Since her birth she has brought a new dimension to his existence.

₊˚⊹♡ Haarlep stretched languidly on the luxurious furs that adorned the bed he shared with his little dove~ his precious princess. His once vibrant red skin, now a soft color mimicking a human’s, was smooth and unmarked except for the scar that adorned his face- a reminder of his past with Mephistopheles… The shadow of Raphael that had clung to Haarlep's form, every feature that was his, once forgotten, now returned… Haarlep smiled softly and traced his finger down the length of his scar. He still remembered how his little dove looked at him with such love and concern after learning the story behind the scar. She had even kissed his scarred eye and asked if it hurt. So precious~

[v3nusxsky]

Have you heard the audio of Gwendoline saying “I like when you talk like that. It makes me want to destroy you.” ?

If possible could we get a Larissa x reader featuring this delicious quote? (I’m so gay for her)

If not feel no pressure to write it :) i <3 ur work sm

Talk dirty to me 18+

*Authors note ~ don't we all love this quote? And I'm so in love with this idea so I'm glad I had the opportunity to write it*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dirty talk, dom l sub r toys oral fingering binding humiliation if you squint

Prompt~see ask^^^

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tumblr anon~ Hello :) i love your work!! I have a larissa x reader request, it's nothing specific, just that reader can cum just by eating larissa out or the other way around, whatever is more comfortable with you Have a great day!

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You'd been teasing Larissa all morning, you love your wife and with her looking so beautiful all the damn time made it hard to focus on your job. Luckily, you were just Nevermore's librarian which meant you were able to be on your phone more often than your wife. Most of the time you could be found curled up with a book, your ability of being a seer was particularly useful but incredibly stressful, you always found comfort in the stories the books provide.

Your phone vibrated next to you and you couldn't help the smirk that took hold of your lips. "I like when you talk like that. Makes me want to destroy you. Mommy is gonna make sure her dirty girl won't be able to do anything but plead with me to stop" holy fuck she was going to kill you. You quickly sent off another flirty message goading her into what was looking to be an enjoyable evening for you both.

You were getting to your favourite part of your book when you saw Larissa seemingly swapping and changing her course of action, seemingly that she wanted to keep you guessing, a small sigh left you, you're wife knew just how to get around your ability but you knew whatever's happened next you were safe.

"Hey you" Larissa murmured gaining your attention and a beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks. "Hi baby" you murmured marking your page and closing the book. A sweet kiss was shared as Larissa brought her hands to your hips to tug you closer to her body. "God I've missed you all day and those texts, you know you can't leave me all needy for the rest of the day right?" She murmured kissing your neck, sucking the pulse point into her ruby red lips. "Mmm Ris, room?" You murmured happily leaning into the older woman. "We may, but only if you say my name" she teased her hands now moving to palm your breasts through the clothing there. "Ris?" A nip to your collarbone indicated the wrong answer was given. "Mommy" you whined causing the shapeshifter to scoop you up bridal style and carry you to the bedroom.

It was rare you and your wife snuck off during work hours but when you did there was always a good reason and you were never found out. And even if you were, your wife is the boss so what would anyone be able to do? Nothing was the simple answer. You were immediately placed on the centre of the bed as your clothing began to be torn off your body. Your hands began pawing at your wife's clothing in a blind need to feel her soft silky skin.

You lay bare in front of your wife while she remained in her underwear happily laying kisses all over you. "Mommy" you whined squirming underneath her as teased you, spewing dirty words and thoughts of all the things she could be doing to destroy her princess. "Mommy has a good mind to go find her box of toys and pull out mommy's favourite one and then devour you till you're begging me to stop. Bet your whorish cunt would squirt all over the sheets just for mommy" she purred before doing exactly that.

After securing what she truly wanted she headed back to the bed and immediately began to bind your arms and legs to the bed frame. "Colour?" She murmured as you tested the bonds. "Green" you whimpered watching your wife now inserting her favourite dildo that would vibrate to stimulate her clit while letting her feel full. "Oh god so hot" you whimpered watching her set the pattern she wanted before throwing the phone else where. At least you wouldn't have to worry about finding a remote later.

The moment her mouth latched onto your clit you swore you were in heaven. Larissa knew just how much you enjoyed her mouth's attention, so any time she could she would put her mouth to work for your own pleasure. She knew that you could cum with just this simple act and that your orgasms were more intense this way. You always tasted delicious and she would happily lap up your slick and live between your beautiful thighs. Hell, Larissa never wanted to leave from her position.

You lost count how many times she threw you over the edge with her skilled tongue, all you could do is whine and mewl for her. A string of "fuck" "god" and "mommy" was looped around in between moans. You could feel the older woman's grin against your sensitive folds. "Mommy no more" you panted struggling against the restraints, "oh god mommy I'm gonna pee" you whined. Only then were you given your wife's long slender fingers into your tight fluttering walls. "Pretty baby you won't pee I promise, trust me baby, let go for mommy" she murmured not even bothering to wipe her chin free of your arousal.

You did just that, the sensations overwhelming you as white hot pleasure cursed through your veins. You squirted for the blonde, drenching the sheets before passing out. A first for you but Larissa helped your body back from the unimaginable high, then she undid the restraints to come and hold your sweat soaked body to hers. "You did so so good for me, so proud princess" she murmured stroking your cheek watching as you began to rouse again, "so good for me princess, mommys so proud of you." "What happened " you mumbled seemingly out of it. "You squirted baby then knocked out for a little, it's okay you're safe and I'm gonna look after you princess" she murmured kissing your head, "mommy you didn't?" "Oh you poor princess, mommy came dont you worry, how about a bath?" To which you nodded and allowed Larissa to run it and carry you into the warm water.

Word count~ 1131

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Round 1; A bouquet of marigolds, edelweiss and rhododendron Vs Forget-me-nots

I've noticed a mistake in the previous poll, so this one will be rerun!

If you know who they are, or are pretty sure of it, please don't tell until this poll has ended!

First, let's talk about the bouquet of marigolds, edelweiss and rhododendron

Meaning and why this flower was chosen:

Marigolds: Marigolds mean a lot to her for reasons that would spoil who she is. They also mean grief, which make sense because she did die.

Edelweiss: Devotion. She's very devoted to everyone else in the forest she lives in.

Rhododendron: She is a danger, a shapeshifter who will do anything to get what she wants, including fighting to the death

Description:

Her story is a tragic one, she was escaping with a smaller group of other children, and almost made it out. But one, her little sibling, was missing, and she couldn't keep going without them. So she went back, and ran into what she was escaping from, and was killed after a brief fight.

Now she's a ghost, only having a solid form thanks to another ghost of the forest binding her spirit to the brooch she wears. She came back too angry and full of energy to stay dead. She creates masks for the other ghosts, as well as keeps the fires in towers lit. She's very loyal to her boss, the ruler of the forest she lives in. She lives in the treehouses above the swamps and takes care of her 38 adopted younger siblings who also live around the forest.

Check the post here

Now, let's talk about the Forget-me-nots

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: For one it's kind of an association thing; he's a very soft and gentle person, but also upbeat and dedicated to the people he cares about. He would also like the color and shape of the flowers, and he'd enjoy having a bunch around his living space just because they're pretty. Symbolism wise, too, he loves deeply and is loved deeply and is missed deeply. In a sense he's like a personification of the flowers, almost, but not quite. I just associate forget-me-nots with him a lot. Description: He's cheerful, excited to be alive, and loves the world deeply, always wanting to know more about it. He's very good at seeing the brighter side of things, and is endlessly encouraging and supportive, though not overbearing and pushy about things. He's also deeply curious, and will dedicate himself to learning more about what he's interested in at any given point, and he has many passions he's developed over the years besides his main one. He's almost kind of cheesy with how he expresses his affection because he's very genuine with it, but his loved ones know that about him and only love him all the more. Also he's agender. No gendered terms like 'brother' or 'boy' for him pls

Check the post here

[eternalgiggles]

GLAGGLEVATOR... 💛

(...a cross between Glaggleland and Regretevator! This blog also houses Glollyverse, a Spiderverse-esque situation that is endless.

The characters that will be focused on are Glolly and Glagmond, a duo from the original Glagglevator timeline. Here are their respective intros! (note: other characters may occasionally be featured if I feel like it. if that happens, they will get their own intros.)

Glolly!!! 💛✨

Speech indicator: 💛 A yellow heart before and after words, like this 💛

RP account: GLAGGLEDREAMZ on twt

Pronouns: she/her (+ trans)

Her deal: A variant of Folly. Glagmond is her adoptive child!

Trivia/lore (may get updated as I remember more/come up with more):

Demigod deal- of fun and chaos. Ageless. Immortal, but not invincible.

Still a dream parasite but doesn't go into dreams too much.

JOYOUS AND WHIMSICAL most of the time, but also able to be like 10x more dangerous than Folly. This side only shows sometimes.

She has her own Eternal Limbo situation known as Eternal Giggles. It is very yellow, misty and sometimes full of her own subgroup of Enphosians.

Hey, speaking of Enphosians, she is somehow both Enphosian and Giggler at the same time!

Enphosian goo allows for shapeshifting. It also might sometimes drip out of the hole in her mask.

GLOGNUT. ENTHUSIAST. LOVES GLOGNUTS. Frequently stops at Glollyverse! Enphoso's shop to beeline for the Glognuts, then hang out.

Oh, by the way, her version of Enphoso is her sibling.

Glognuts are somehow in her genetic code. Not from eating them- it was always there.

Her threshold of how many she can eat in one sitting is inflated, but not infinite. (DO NOT FEED HER TOO MUCH. It's for the good of her.. everything, really.)

Has a constant glognut status bar. Sometimes, usually from being upset enough, she struggles to keep it up and gets in a bad mood.

Created her child its own floor from her powerful abilities alone.

Mind might get a haze sometimes. It's the glognuts.

Her version of Enphoso is still a ball, but has a lil bow. How cute!

Despite her occasional violence, she will never do it towards children-- ESPECIALLY not her own kid. She will also not do it if she has a soft spot.

Her associations with Glollyverse!MR are currently undecided, therefore they are mysterious.

Her shapeshifting is full-scale, but she usually just prefers to use it for an occasional tail and hair length change. She also used it to aid in her transition!

She is able to make her voice sound like anything. She usually just does this out of silliness.

She has a yellow eye form, and a simplified glaggle form. (you will have a chance of seeing either!)

..remember the child? Well, time to finally learn about them too! Yay!

Glagmond! 💛🤖

Speech indicator: 'When they type, it'll be something like this.'

RP account: therealglagmond (on twt)

Pronouns: they/it. canonically agender

Its deal: A Glaggleland inspired OC of mine. Glolly's child.

Trivia/lore (might get added onto as well):

It is a strange type of giggler- a lab-made one. Might get into that a bit more. Wink. ;)

19. Agender, and binds regularly.

It lives within Eternal Giggles, but has also recently been given a floor that features their own misty void and living space to themself.

They sometimes help Glollyverse Enphoso behind the counter or with stocking the shelves.

They are a chill and friendly type. Definitely not as energetic as Glolly.

Glolly's powers have somewhat rubbed off on Glagmond. Somehow, said powers only do that with Glagmond, no one else.

Glagmond is only good at some of those powers. Haha. ^^'

They are largely interested in robotics and coding.

They are largely into alt styles, but ESPECIALLY scene. You can expect fishnet gloves and Gir and visual loudness and all of that!

Their form can shift, but only in some parts. This means their face can change to a certain degree, and its hands can have claws if it feels like doing that.

It has dreams of becoming an electrician, even reading about electrical currents out of interest.

Likes to work on a lot of projects related to robots and such. Lots of homemade doodads are owned because of those.

AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR YOU!! YIPPEE!!!

I just have one more thing:

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! "So... Are you going to leave me before I wake up, or after?" for the pairing of your choice?

Hope a threeple is okay, Ro! This one basically came (eheheh) to me in the shower and is a weeeeee bit spicy. Have another reimagining of the Dark Ritual, this time with M!Cousland, Morrigan and Alistair for @dadrunkwriting

Alistair hadn't known what to expect.  Gritting his teeth and just getting on with it, most likely.  

What he got was Aedan on his knees, touching him in the ways that always made his heart pound and his blood sing.  The fact that Morrigan was in bed with them as well barely mattered up until the point that she was hissing words in a language that sounded like she'd needed to shapeshift an extra throat just to pronounce them, dragging Aedan up to kiss him, biting his tongue hard enough to break skin, then kissing Alistair too and everything had blurred together into a tangle of limbs and the press of flesh.

Sweat, sex, magic and blood: it was all there, binding them as tightly to Morrigan as the Joining had done for them and the archdemon.  Her hands were everywhere, guiding both Wardens to touch her, to stroke her, to caress her, pressing the hands to her belly.  Then the ritual took hold, and they both were her thralls for a heart-stopping and delirious moment, then it was over and they were spending themselves together in her.  Aedan wrapped his arms around them both, kissing her shoulder.  

Alistair rested his cheek on her back and murmured what he hoped was  recognizable as thank you.  His whole being felt sluggish and wrung out, like she's pulled all that fabled Warden stamina right from his body.  Maybe she had; Aedan hadn't explained much when he'd dragged him down the hallway whispering Morrigan’s last ditch plan to keep them alive, and Alistair hadn’t asked any questions.  

As Morrigan slipped off of them both, Aedan laid back, tugging Alistair up to his shoulder and pulling Morrigan to his other side.  All three of them were breathing raggedly, and Morrigan's skin looked almost gray.  What had she just done?  What had she just done for them?  Well, for Aedan.  She didn't give a mouse fart about him, but if it meant saving Aedan, then she'd move the bloody heavens.

Alistair sighed and buried his nose in Aedan’s hair and closed his eyes.  The Chantry bells tolled the late hour in the distance.  Aedan wheezed a faint chuckle when the bed shifted.  "Leaving so soon?  I figured you'd at least wait until we were asleep."

"I am going nowhere, Aedan."  Her voice was tired and a bit sad.  "Not yet."

“Then why go back to your cold lonely room?”  Aedan teased.  "You can't abandon us until the archdemon dies, so let's make the most of it."

Morrigan snorted.  “‘Twas the bargain, remember?  You give me a child and let me go.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Morrigan.”  Aedan’s arm tightened around Alistair’s shoulders, and he could feel the tremor in it.  Aedan wanted her to stay, and Alistair, much to his surprise, couldn’t disagree.  “If you’re still here anyway, what’s the harm?  Come back to bed."

The covers were pulled off Alistair’s shoulder as she climbed back into bed.  “You’ll never be satisfied, will you, Aedan Cousland?”

Alistair could hear her soft sigh as Aedan kissed her once more.  “Not yet, love.  Not yet.”

[bellxcollar]

bellramscoven gift giving

Abigail to Tally: A grade-A military flask, the same kinds the High Atlantics have, engraved with some saying/blessing/sigil. Tally puts soup in it.

Abigail to Scylla: Leather binded pages from various ancient grimores, because Scylla adores secrets and weapons.

Abigail to Raelle: A fancy fountain pen fixed with a turquoise gem that doubles as a pocket knife.

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Tally to Abigail: A scrapbook documenting Abigail's behind the scenes journey and other adventures they took as a unit to showcase her value to them, legacy or not.

Tally to Raelle: A handwoven scarf in Raelle's favorite color.

Tally to Scylla: a Polaroid camera to keep memories alive.

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Raelle to Scylla: A tiny music box of a song she wrote for her.

Raelle to Tally: A lemon tree sapling and a original written poem for her scrapbook.

Raelle to Abigail: Raelle's old comfort soft/plush toy bird from childhood.

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Scylla to Abigail: a shapeshifting knife that listens to only Abigail's voice.

Scylla to Tally: A charm that makes quiet things heard.

Scylla to Raelle: a perfume that smells like "home."

commentary:

so I had this sitting in my notes since April 2022, and now that the 304 yule episode released, seemed like a good time to share some Bellramscoven headcanons. Keeping in mind my other headcanons, like Raelle being a writer/poet who journals, Tally who loves making scrap books, and the Bellweather unit's top senses. Abigail is very straight forward with her gifts. Scylla has all of hers tinkered with magic. I figured Raelle couldn't make/buy anything for Abigail cuz y'know "High Atlantics got money" so sentimental was the way to go. If you like these ideas, feel free to use them and show me! Happy Christmas in July!

[theyanderespecialist]

Gender Fluid Incubus/Succubus Working Days 1 (Mini Series) Various X OC

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS Now this one is a little different Mark/Marie is a gender switching gender fluid Incubus and Succubus basically he/she can shape-shift into the opposite gender. So they are both and such and she is a self employed escort and this mini series is of him/her getting yandere clients without knowing and them all fighting over dat booty and fighting for her/him please enjoy!]

(Marie's POV) (He/she is starting off as Marie but she can switch her gender and become Mark and switch back to Marie from that!)

I got dressed in my full make up and dress. I had my first ever client today. Yes I was a virgin incubus sucubus hybrid but that all changes today. My job is an escort and the woman who hired to help a friend of hers that is a deer demon as he been way to tense. If he did not want sex I will stay a virgin for now. But if he does I was fine with loosing it as well.

Because let.me tell you..that picture, let's just say... definitely excited.

I walked out into the room only to see a man, standing rigid, like he was looking for any chance to escape. Clearly uncomfortable.

"I don't need this disgusting service. I've never had sex, not once for over 100 years- I kept certainly do not need this degeneracy now.."

I looked at him and walked over. "We do not have to have sex, Sex is just a bonus, if you want we can just go for a walk or talk." I tell him.

He jumped and turned around as I stare at him and give a small smile as he looked away before sighing and sitting down in a chair as I sat across from him.

"....so..what's your name?" I asked.

"Alastor." He says simply. "I am sorry for wasting you time."

"No it is no trouble. Actually it is a bit nice I will not be loosing my virginity for money, you are my first client!" I say smiling

He looks at me again and this time stares

I realized how odd it must be I suppose.

"Ah, I'm Marie..unless I'm in my incubus form, then I'm mark." I said as I played with my hands

"Incubus?" He asks.

"Yes I am a shapeshifter of sorts where I can turn into a male form and since I am a sucubus that makes it my incubus form." I say.

"For you to not... give into your basic needs must be a challenge." He says

I could tell he was no fan of sex..

"Well it's been difficult but....I do need to start feeding. It is what it is ya know."

I nodded my head. "Would you want to feed from me?" He asks

I stopped. I mean, I wanted to shout yes but that would DEFINITELY lead to me loosing a meal.

"I mean..yeah I'd like that.." he looked at me for a moment. Almost as if he was unsure. "..my dear, don't take this personal."

'oh no..'

"but...you're probably..to soft for my tastes."

"Soft? I-I can change my physical form."

(oh he ain't talking body..he's talking about roughing him up)

(XD)

"No no my dear." He says and stands up. "I want you to be rough with me as I am the prey and you are the predator~"

I looked at him shocked before I smiled. "Well..if that's what you want, then I'm sure, an outfit change is needed..but while I do that.." I use my tail to swipe his legs, causing him to stumble back into the bed.

"I want you to stay right here, I don't want you to move, not a single inch." I said in a stern voice as I walked out, grabbing a blood red set as I stopped, adding garters to the mix, and an easily removed housecoat as I walked out, seeing him still sprawled on the bed, not moving as I smirked.

I liked this power..

"Good deer." I said smirking as I walked over running a hand down his chest, before using my nails to rip the shirt.

"But you don't need clothes, not if you consent to give yourself to me." I said. I still need him to give consent as he seemed to think on it.

And then, he nodded as I smirked, ripping his jacket, and shirt off as I grabbed his face roughly as I force his neck to the side as I inhale.

"Oh yeah, you smell strongly of pent up sexual energy.." I mutter as I tighten my

Grip, digging my nails into his jaw. "I suppose it's my job..seeing as you clearly can't do it yourself." I mutter,dragging my nails down to his neck before grabbing a blindfold, placing it over his eyes, that smile still on his face as I bind his hands together.

"What am I going to do to you...you're pretty much at my mercy.." I said, dragging a sharp nail down the middle of his chest.

I leaned down and bit his lip harshly. "The safe word is butterscotch~" I say

"try not to scream...too much."

"scre--" I cut off his question by grabbing his small antlers.

"Did I fucking say you could talk yet?" I growl as he went quiet as I smirked and see an area of skin free of any scars, unlike other areas of his body.

"Oh..you don't have any marks here..well, that's just not okay, would you like a new mark? Do you want to have my mark carved into you little deer?" I tease, dragging my nail hard enough to scratch the surface, but not enough to cut.

He nodded his head and I smirked. "Beg for it~"He stopped at that as I smirked. This man clearly has never been in this position before, which is why I was making sure I wasn't being too mean, I don't want to cross the line of being a dominating person, and being a bitch.

Two very different things.

"..P-Please.." I stayed quiet as I wanted him to take his time. "please..add another mark to my body, please." It was..well it wasn't great, bit I assume he was from a time where it wasn't common.

"Good..you did good for your first time." I said, look, I'm being rough, but some positive reinforcement is needed. I notice his ears twitch at that as his smile seemed to widen as I smiled. I wonder what his eyes look like behind that blindfold?

I dog my nail in as I waited for a scream..but he didn't. No..he shook in pleasure.

Oh so he is a masochist which means I don't need to be as gentle. Obviously I wouldn't go causing serious injuries..mostly because I don't have the proper sheets for that yet.

I dug a bit deeper though before lifting it up to my mouth before stopping. He should see this. He should see all of it. So I rip the blindfold off, and grab his face.

"I want you to watch me Little deer." I said as I got some of his blood on my hand..and lifted it to my mouth, wrapping my tongue around my fingers as my eyes narrow. How-- he's got the most energy I've tasted..trait me leftovers..are not pretty, but even fresh, I doubt it could compare to this.

It tasted so right and delicious! I want more~!

I look at him as I still was gripping his face as I go to delve back in but stop myself. If I get too greedy..it's not going to be good. I had to keep myself in check.

I look at him before looking at the candles. They weren't ordinary candles, they were meant for people who enjoy some pain.

"So..you like pain, do you?" I ask as he was silent as I grab his throat. "I asked a question little deer, so answer!"

"Yes." He says and I smirked oh he was going to be a fun one.

I take the candle as I make sure he can't move as I hold it over him as he looked confused and was about to speak before he jumped at the feeling as I smirked letting this continue before e suddenly cried out.

"Butterscotch! Darling! Butterscotch!" I snap out of it and blow the candle out. dropping it to the ground and rushing over to him

"Do you want to stop? Are you hurt?!""

"No..No I just..I feel, odd..I've experienced with these services, it's not sexual you know..but..this feels different.." he said as I looked confused before I noticed..he was aroused.

(Alastor's POV)

I looked at her and she smiled. "This is arousal and do not worry there is nothing wrong with it." She tells me. "Just let Mama take care of you~"

(XD I regret nothing XD)

She pushed me back down as she slowly removed my pants as her nails grazed the skin of my stomach before she finally pulled them off I blushed as an erection pupped free. She then wraps her thin tail around the base.

"Don't want you to cum so soon~" She purrs. "You need your money's worth."

I grip the sheets as I was conflicted. I didn't know how I felt about this. Over 100 years and I never had a sexual desire, and yet, here I was.

"Now...let's get started little deer..I'm going to break you~" she purred as she let her housecoat fall to the ground.

I blushed darkly and she gets between my legs and bites my hip hard.

I let out a small whimper as her fangs dig into me as she pulled away. Once more she inhaled as she shuddered.

"So much pent up frustration~" she muttered as she looked at me as I looked away, finding something to distract myself as I look down..to her legs, seeing her in thigh high stockings as my face was probably all red as I let out a Shakey breath

She had a whole garter set and red panties. She then took my cock in her mouth and I gave a strangle scream of pleasure. It feel so odd. I've never experienced something like this. I yanked my arms against the handcuffs, even though I could get out of them, I didn't want to..

I let out another loud moan as she bit down.

Not completely to hrt my dick but to send jolts of pleasure! I never felt this good. My hips rock forward and she chuckles around my cock dragging her teeth,

I groaned as she left little marks as she looked up at me. "Normally I'd make you stay still." She said, her words muffled as I blushed. "But you're cute, besides...I like knowing that you can't control yourself~" she said as she flicked her tongue as she gripped my thighs as she suddenly sped up.

I groaned and continue to thrust my stomach knotting I needed to cum!

But I couldn't..I couldn't cum.

"Aw you look like you're about to burst.." she said, her tone mocking as I let out a whimper. "Can you not hold on? Do you want to cum? You'll have to beg me for it. You know that~"

And I did know that. So I begged.

"please- please just- just let me cum please!" I said as she look d at me and it was clear she wasn't fully happy with it, but she still smiled, releasing me as she pushed her head back down as I came as she grabbed my throat, completely cutting off my air supply as she pretty much sucked my cum out of me.

I gasp for air and she continued holding my neck until I was milked dry only then did she let me go. I fall down and catch my breath I swore I saw stars.

"No test yet my little fawn~ you did not get mama off yet~" she purred.

I looked at her wet dripping core as she took off the panties and smirked. Shit... I was already hard again.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS and we will be making this (Or already made as this is a pre written story, a full story with more plot with this idea concept) please enjoy and hope you enjoyed this too and stay sexy all of my sexy friends!]

[abluescarfonwaston]

Shapeshifter Au - 11

Masterpost

He blinked awake to Geralt’s “We’ll stop here for the night.” The dim haze of twilight barely poking through the sides of the bag. He stretched his wings feeling less like anxiety and exhaustion.

“Can we have a fire tonight?” Ciri asked. He stuck his beak out the side of the bag and peeped, reminding them not to dump his bag on the ground.

“No.” The saddlebags next to him unfastened and he continued peeping his impatience. “It’ll draw too much attention here.”

Geralt set his bag down gently but didn’t unclip it so he could escape.

“Alright.” Ciri said in a tone that made it clear it was not alright. “Are you going to let him out?”

“If he can’t get out on his own he needs to go back to sleep. Letting him out would just rile him up.”

He continued peeping his offense as they set up camp and Geralt set off to collect water or scout or something before he settled back in the nest disheartened.

He could shift now but he wasn’t sure he could shift back and he didn’t want to spend the night as a mouse.

“Are you really a shapeshifter?” Ciri’s voice came from right outside the bag and he startled at it.

Then he chirped an affirmative. Which probably didn’t help at all. He stuck his beak out and nodded as best he could.

“Then shift out.”

He peeped sadly.

She grumbled, frustrated. “I knew it.”

He hated that – they weren’t tricking her!

He forced himself down.

His little heart raced. Course it always raced in this form. He squeezed out of the bag and collapsed on top. Heaving chest trying to catch his breath.

Wasn’t getting back to the lark tonight that was certain.

He squeaked at her, high pitch drawing her young ears.

He heard her move closer until she came into his vision. She smelled like Geralt, which was reassuring. She should smell like him. She was his cub.

“Jaskier?” He nodded his tiny tiny head. Melitite she was large. He shouldn’t be outsized by his cub yet!

She scowled and offered her palm to him. He jumped on it and she opened the bag to search for him.

No lark.

He curled up in the palm of her warm soft hand and drifted. Exhausted again by a single shift. It was embarrassing. But the warmth of her chaos hummed in his bones, soothing the strain. So there was always that.

She abandoned the bag, hopefully convinced. She stood and flopped down in the heavy onion musk of Geralt’s bedroll.

“You’re really the bard?”

He nodded.

“I can’t see that in the dark. Move your tail for no. Head for yes.”

Okay.

“Is that your lute?”

Yes.

“I played it once. When I was bored. Just plucked strings. I’ve never seen him move so fast. Or look so devastated when he realized it was just me.” She raise her other hand to stroke the curve of his spine. “I hated you for leaving him.”

I would never leave him. He wanted to tell her. Not willingly. Not really. And never for so long.

Geralt had been true north for decades now. He could spin and fly blindly and he’d always find his way back to Geralt. Bond or no it seemed.

But there wasn’t really a yes or no way to respond to that. So he waited enjoying the way Ciri’s song spun warmth out into the universe, like the first true day of spring.

“If you ever hurt him like that again. I’ll.” She grumbled indistinctly. “You’ll wish you had died got it?”

Good cub. Yes. Good cub.

Still cub. The Griffin still had him. Hopefully it would pass soon enough.

“He’s my destiny.” She curled tighter in the bedroll. “Mine.” She said, like that was the only thing she had left.

No. He was her choice. She alone could defy destiny. She alone could reject the law of surprise. Geralt was her choice.

But at this point what choice was it really?

Yes. Yours.

They were hers. Always.

He would hold her soon. In the keep probably, after a bath and a shave and a haircut. So he didn’t horrify her with his mangy appearance. That was Geralt’s job. He’d hold her and tell her that no matter what she choose, they would always be hers. And if she wanted, she could be theirs.

She shivered curling up tightly in the bedroll.

Her song hummed in the air and she shivered and his bones ached with exhaustion but that was no excuse to let your cub go cold.

The white wolf is your destiny.

It was hard and easy. Easy to want to be what she needed. Harder to be it. But he answered her song and her plea because she was his cub and he always wanted to be what she needed.

He wouldn’t- couldn’t always be what she needed. But damnit if he wasn’t going to try.

It hurt. Shifting on empty. Tearing magic from Geralt and her song and his very bones. Shifting by sheer force of will.

It was worth the deep ache in his bones when she gasped. Staring up at his large white form. Worth everything when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to lie next to her.

He nosed her and pretended to try and lick her face until she was giggling and he settled against her. Her hands sinking into the depths of his fur. Her nose burying in his neck.

Within minutes she was asleep.

And then Geralt was there. Clutching his chest as he desperately surveyed them and the area for-

Danger.

He smiled and wagged his tail. Ease Geralt. We’re safe.

Geralt collapsed to his knees and wrapped his arms around his head, pulling his muzzle against Geralt’s chest and burying his nose in the fur of his neck where Ciri slumbered.

“I thought something happened. I thought you were dying Jaskier.” He hissed into his ears, just barely loud enough to hear. “Don’t do that to me.”

A quiet whine escaped him. She was cold.

Which was probably not a good enough reason. Since he’d hurt Geralt too.

“You’re so stupid Jaskier.” He certainly could be. He stayed in Geralt’s uncomfortable grip and tried to radiate peace. Contentment. Geralt could get drunk on those smells alone.

He listened to Geralt’s slow heartbeat steady to its terrifyingly slow beat. Lifetimes stretched in the space between a moment of Geralt’s. Would his life be just a moment between the beats of Geralts?

“You’re white. Why are you white? Your wolf form is brown.”

He shoved his nose into his chest forcing Geralt off him. Geralt’s eyes reflected back at him in the dark and he nodded to Ciri.

“She asked you to?” He wobbled his head.

Yes and no. She hadn’t asked but he’d heard. She needed him to be someone she could trust. She trusted the white wolf. She trusted Geralt.

It wasn’t that easy. Trust wasn’t that easy. But it had felt so important. She had been cold.

He doubted Geralt got any of that from the wide sad eyes he sent or the apologetic tilt to his ears.

Geralt scratched them so he counted himself forgiven. His tail wagged behind him.

Geralt smiled, soft and radiant before it twisted into a grin. “Not going to check my condition packmate?”

His ears folded back and his face grew very hot – which he didn’t think was normal for wolves, blushing that is but that didn’t stop him.

He’d met Geralt several times after running with the Oxenfurt pack. Shifted and greeted him as packmates would after time apart.

With kisses and tongue. Lots and lots of tongue.

He wasn’t lying but that didn’t stop the embarrassment of knowing he’d made out with Geralt multiple times without permission.

Geralt had never objected so long as he’d been human at the time when he did it but still. He tried to hide his face under his paws.

“But you weren’t a wolf this morning where you?” Geralt shifted, preparing to lay down behind Ciri. Still holding his eye with that dangerous grin. “You were a Griffin.”

Geralt laid down and rested a hand on his shoulder blades. He stared up at the sky trying not to shift under the weight of Geralt’s gaze.

“Is it accurate?” He glanced over at Geralt trying to judge what he meant by that. By the small strain of unsure in his voice. “Griffins and their mates?”

Griffins mate for life. Geralt had told him once. Probably more than once if he was being honest.

He remembered how words had spilled out around short panicked breaths earlier. Mate. Cub. Ours. Mine.

Geralt knew he’d bound them together. He’d let him bind them together again. Geralt had taken his lute from Oxenfurt and he’d been devastated when Ciri had played it and he’d realized it’d not been Jaskier. Had remade the nest in his saddlebag for him.

Geralt had let him kiss him. After the Griffin, after the wolves. Let him hold his hand while they slept on rocks so they wouldn’t drift apart and allowed him to cuddle into his chest or side or neck every night they spent together for over two decades now.

He owed Geralt that didn’t he? Honesty. About what he had done and what he had chosen. What Geralt had agreed to without knowing what he’d agreed to.

About how Griffins did mate for life. And it seemed that Jaskiers did too.

His mate wanted him but that didn’t mean Geralt wanted to be his mate.

But he deserved to know that he was. That he always would be. Always be Geralts.

He nodded.

“Good.” There was gentle pressure in the space between his ear and his eye and Geralt pulled back and his lips moved again. “Good.”

Good? It was good? His mate wanted him and it was good?

It was good.

“You’ll wake Ciri.” Geralt shushed. He noticed the wiggles and intense tail wag that had begun to shake his body. He tried to clamp down on it. On the physical reaction to the swelling of joy in his chest.

He didn’t want to wake their cub.

I love you – don’t wake the cub – I love you – don’t wake the cub – I love you both so much. Don’t wake the cub.

“Go to sleep Jaskier.” Geralt’s hand ran down his spine. Safe. Loved. The white wolf if your destiny. Ciri sung in her slumber.

He closed his eyes and the next moment all he knew was peaceful slumber.

[kimsgoeun]

muses and fcs i wanna use. lmk if you’re interested! 

fcs i wanna use

adeline rudolph

aisha dee

aldis hodge

amanda seyfried

anna diop

antonia thomas

ashley madekwe

brenda song

choi sooyoung

hwang in-yeop

jamie chung

jessica henwick

ji chang wook

john kim

jurnee smollett

kang han na

kang tae oh

kim do yeon

kim tae ri

krysten ritter

lana condor

lee da hee

lee do-hyun

lee pace

lee sun bin

lupita nyong’o

melissa o’neil

mena massoud

michael trevino

ni ni

okamoto tao

park bo young

park so dam

park yoo na

quintessa swindell

rachel hilson

rahul kohli

raymond ablack

rebecca ferguson

samara weaving

song kang

tahirah sharif

timothy olyphant

van veronica ngo

yoo in na

yoon so hee

muses i wanna use (some are more written out than others due to newness lol - down for other plots not listed)

-alisha murphy; 38; fc: billie piper

general practitioner at a small town practice; sweet; married to her job and will drop everything to help someone; surrounds her office/home with different plants; doesn’t really have time for romance but loves love; gives all the advice and never takes her own

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-charlotte kwan; 30; fc: jung eun-chae

medical resident; sarcastic/dry humor; straightforward; will stand up for herself and others; slightly competitive; has a good work-life balance

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

-chester “chess” mao; 52; fc: lucy liu

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (shapeshifter and/or immortal being)

oddball; works random jobs to have some cash but otherwise lives comfortably (by her standards); likes to help strangers and people in a bind; observant; likes to travel to random/obscure places; isn’t very serious; can sometimes talk in circles rather than getting to the point; loves cats; can be petty when provoked

inspo: phoebe buffay (friends), nick miller (new girl)

plot idea: 1, 2, 3, 4

-cordelia lee; 38; fc: song ji hyo* (alt. park bo young)

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (vampire or magical abilities)

astronomer; lived against her family’s expectations; fell in love at a young age but lost them to unfortunate circumstances; mostly a “spinster” due to it; finds comfort in the nighttime; goes camping; soft

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-evelyn wan; 31; fc: go bo-gyeol

interior designer; usually on the quieter side unless she’s talking about her work; type of person to be in love with their best friend and never say anything; homebody; also doesn’t sleep because she overworks herself

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-harmony rosales; 26; fc: cierra ramirez

got married too young and is now going through a horrible divorce; ex is an asshole; loves loves, so super sad about her marriage failing; also a marriage counselor; cares about everyone and everything; comes off sophisticated, but is a mess; likes to surround herself with pretty things

plot ideas: 1, 2

-isabelle wollf; 51; fc: rachel weisz

professor of biology and drama; lives in santa cruz; science nerd; goes to play, concerts, and art galleries; comes from money but doesn’t seem like it; disorganized teacher; tends to go on tangents when lecturing/speaking; was in one serious relationship set up by their families

plot ideas: 1, 2

-katharine goodwin; 42; fc: rosamund pike

money launderer; conwoman; pretend heiress essentially; likes to live lavishly; manipulative; will be cold/curt if she doesn’t know them/doesn’t like them; fiercely loyal to people she cares about; willing to get her hands dirty, but prefers not to; doesn’t have family ties

inspo: rio (good girls), mazikeen (lucifer), emily thorne (revenge)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-kayla driscoll; 41; fc: rose byrne

art curator; moved away from her family in australia for her job; paints in her free time; middle child of two sisters; makes bad choices when she’s interested in someone; ignores red flags all the time; always gives people the benefit of the doubt; constantly gives people a second chance

plot ideas: 1, 2

-kim joo won; 31; fc: choi sooyoung

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (fallen angel or immortal being)

enjoys antagonizing people; flirty; doesn’t think about boundaries most of the time; likes having stupid fun; has a difficult time opening up emotionally to others; collects art, clothes, and jewelry; made her money through investments and owning property

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-lucinda “lucy” dyer; 46; fc: amy adams

bad at communication; uses physical intimacy as a distraction; black sheep/ostracized from her family; works at a book store; passed law school/exam but decided against her career; smokes and drinks a little too much; witty; comes off standoffish; pretends to not care; lonely; doesn’t know how to ask for help

inspo: fiona gallagher (shamless), camille preaker (sharp objects), jessica jones (jessica jones)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-marlow mao; 40; fc: elodie yung

family made their wealth through shady means; sold out her father’s criminal activity and had to “runaway” essentially; artist; sells her work under a pseudonym; lives in one of those rich, beach towns; personable but private; doesn’t let people know about her past; worried/concerned about her family/her father’s connection’s finding her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-natasha chung; 29; fc: shin se-kyung

event planner for upscale events; temperamental; difficult in relationships (trust issues, jealously, not emotionally available enough, indecisive); doesn’t necessarily trust people in general because her social status/family wealth; can be a tad immature at times personally; badass at work; high-end taste

plot ideas: 1, 2

-quentin dae; 25; fc: nam joo hyuk* (alt. lee young hwa, lee do-hyun)

actual nice guy; carpentry and repairs are his thing; very much a quiet nerd growing up; looks like he has it together, but does not; will highkey freak out and worry during inconveniences; rarely crushes on people and tends to like the same person for long periods of times; is very bad at flirting

plot ideas: 1, 2

-rosaline perkins; 29; fc: elizabeth lail 

architect at a big international firm; moved to paris for a job; found out she was pregnant after a one night stand; didn’t bother finding the bio dad before the move; decided with family support to keep her baby; can either be working in paris or has moved back to wherever else

plot ideas: 1, 2

-sun hee “sunny” park; 29; fc: lee sung-kyung

script supervisor; had a childhood best friend (and crush) that moved away without warning; feels like she’s surrounded by idiots a majority of the time; loves her job but hates it for dealing with people; has worked in the industry for nearly 10 years; super organized; slight control freak; social interactions exhaust her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

-tara hwan; 49; fc: sandra oh

baker; owns a bakery shop in the city; very confident in herself and her abilities; comes across scary but is surprisingly sweet; likes to end her day with a glass of wine and trash tv; constantly thinking of new baking ideas/designs; doesn’t put up with rudeness or entitled people

plot ideas: 1, 2

-tinsley porters; 28; fc: jodie comer* (alt. adelaide kane, chloe bridges)

doesn’t stick to a job more than a year; like adventure/traveling; gets restless easily; immature at times; child at heart; can be reckless; believes in soulmates; follows treat others the way they’re treating you; avoids problems and serious situations/conversations; orphaned at 3 years old; believer in found families

inspo: peter pan (peter pan)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-winona renwick; 30; fc: poppy drayton* (alt. jenna coleman, amber stevens)

aspiring chef; spent a majority of her time taking care of her father (widowed and an alcoholic) when her mom passed away; lost her mom in her early teenage years; decided to move away for college to live her own life; worked 3 jobs until she found a steady income after graduating; doesn’t know how to do healthy relationships due to her dad; doesn’t want to have to rely on anyone for help or be a burden; passionate when it comes to cooking

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

[frangipanidownunder]

Could you write a story where Mulder comforts Scully after a panic attack or nightmare?

Same Old: fic

Angsty, longish, with a trigger warning for panic attacks/mentions of depression. This is also for @kega-umi and @baronessblixen who both requested “Don’t you dare touch her!” from the angst dialogue prompt list. Thank you, guys.

It’s the biggest irony that she put her all into trying to improve Mulder’s mental health, yet she failed to see her own emotional wellbeing withering away. From the gentle exercise program they did together (“I’m only doing this because you’ll be wearing yoga pants, Scully”), the soft therapies he didn’t outright dismiss (“I used to like colouring in when I was seven, and I still can’t keep my pencils between the lines.”), the midnight conversations on the deck as silver moths flitted under the lights (“I don’t think either of us has ever truly gotten over William, Mulder.” “We shouldn’t, Scully. If we do, all hope is lost.”), to the medication (“Please, Mulder, there’s no shame in taking anti-depressants; you wouldn’t think twice if I prescribed you Ventolin for asthma, would you?”), she pushed him uphill towards wellness, never considering the damage to own her physical and mental shape.

After all, she left him.

But he’s still the same old Mulder. Believing in anything except the truth in front of his very eyes.

Now, as sweat trickles down the back of her neck, she is paralysed with fear. Her heart bursts against her ribcage, temples throb with bruising pain, skin prickles with gooseflesh. This is the third night in a row where a nightmare has ripped her from the numb comfort of sleep. Her fingers scratch at her throat, as though to open up her airways.

All she wants is to breathe. To simply breathe.

She turns her neck and it creaks slowly. Her vision hasn’t quite adjusted in the dim of her bedroom. Red numbers drip from her alarm clock, an absurdly chilling reminder of her waiting responsibilities. Surgeries, ward rounds, paperwork, Mulder. These are the compass points of her days. There have been times when she’s forgotten to eat, where she’s woken in bed with the dull ache of dehydration tugging at her limbs, where she’s driven through an intersection on autopilot.

Physician, heal thyself, Mulder regularly teased her with the saying during their tougher cases, ones where he might have received a blow to the head (that man has the skull of an ox) and she tended to him or other victims or did a string of autopsies or chased alleged mutants into foggy forests and would end up on the verge of physical or mental exhaustion. To allay her exhaustion, he might draw her a bath, order the pepperoni pizza special, plump up a pillow and pat the mattress next to him while finding a black and white Hollywood classic to fall asleep to. Physician, and Mulder, often healed themselves that way.

But that was before she left him.

She’s still the same old Scully. Denying everything except the truth in front of her very eyes.

Getting out of bed is Herculean. Every cell is screaming at her to retreat back to the safe, anaesthetic nest of covers. She feels as fragile and hollow as bird’s bones. Her feet plant on the carpet but she is graceless and uncoordinated as she moves to the bathroom. A shower will provide temporary respite, the stinging water will open her pores, and close her mind.

There’s a missed call from Mulder when she gets out. He never leaves messages, instead she is left to run through the gamut of possibilities as she dials his number – has he forgotten his house keys and can he drop by to borrow hers, has he got himself arrested for stalking a supposed shapeshifter who’s haunting children, or is he on the verge of a breakdown? She doesn’t even try to guess any more.

“I need you to witness some papers, Scully.” His voice is distant, cagey. Years ago, he might have created a slideshow to support his evasive baiting. Teased her with the promise of a nice little trip somewhere. Asked her point blank why she doesn’t believe him when he’s right most of the time.

Now he just expects her to be where he wants her to be with little warning.

Still the same old Mulder.

On the drive to the café he’s chosen for their meeting, she tries to think what papers they could be, what has necessitated the sudden need for her assistance. She doesn’t see him for weeks. He goes for days without returning her calls, spends hours away from the house on ‘expeditions’ or ‘assignments’, and she’s found him, more than once, in bed at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, wearing stubble bordering on a beard, and smelling like a laundry basket.

There was a time when they couldn’t afford secrets. It was a matter of life and death. Those days on the run, every shadow under the motel door, every lingering look from a cashier, every click on the phone line had them hastily stuffing their holdalls into the trunk of whatever rusty sedan they’d picked up along the way, and finding a back road to a new town.

As she waits in the traffic lane to turn into the car park, with a headache binding itself over the middle of her head like a steel band, she couldn’t care less if she were to sign him up to a dodgy pyramid scheme or help him cash in his father’s stocks. She sits, indicating to pull into a spot being vacated by an overly large SUV driven by an old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Without warning, his car lurches backwards at speed. She braces both hands on the steering wheel as metal crunches against metal and her car jolts back. Her head whips forward, then rights itself, tendons groaning at the sudden movement. She’s stunned. Unable to think, let alone move. The old man is out of the car, looking at the back of his vehicle, then up at her, fear written across his face.

There’s a cold blast across her body as her door opens. “Scully? Scully, are you all right? Don’t move. I’ll call the paramedics.” From the corner of her vision, she sees Mulder tapping at his phone with his thumbs before barking something into the mouthpiece.

“I’m fine. Don’t…” she says, but there’s no energy in her voice and he doesn’t hear her.

The old man is holding the brim of his hat, mouthing something about the gas pedal, and Mulder swings round to confront him. She recognises the dark glint in his eye and tries to get his attention but she calls out too late and he’s already lashing out at the man.

The buckle of her seatbelt is jammed into the slot and it won’t release. Her finger presses the orange button over and over but nothing happens. The old man is cowering under Mulder’s interrogation and in the distance, a siren wails. A gaggle of people have gathered around the vehicles. The blink of her indicator is percussive background pollution. Rain begins to batter the windscreen. The pressure in her skull builds. Her fingers crawl up the sides of her head to cover her ears.

“You didn’t even look!” She can hear Mulder’s accusations even through her hands. The same tone he employed every time he burned her about giving up William or about her trust in him or about the value of her weekend conferences.

Not the same old Mulder, but the cruellest version of him.

Finally free, and stumbling from the car, she slides along its side. In the frigid air, steam rises like fog from the hood. Her shoulders are tight, her legs heavy. She takes a breath in but the air is sharp, and it tastes metallic. She pads at her mouth with trembling fingers. Did she bite her lip, her tongue in the impact? She can’t remember. Perhaps the seatbelt caused an injury. Looking down at herself, she sees only her feet, enclosed in black pointed boots, her charcoal wool pants, her sleek belted jacket, all designer wear, all for show. Vanity. Fulfilling a need in her to prove her worth since she left him. Not just to the new people in her new life, but to the old ones too. Her mother. To Mulder.

Mulder is still ranting at the old man. Arguing over semantics instead of trying to get his details. The siren is louder. Her chest aches and with every inhalation, it burns, as though her lungs are on fire. She can’t find her voice. It’s stuck in her throat along with the breath she desperately needs. Her knees soften but she locks them, stubbornly clinging to the mirror of the car. Rain soaks her hair, sticking it to her face, her shoulders. Stupidly, she thinks about cutting it off, clipping it so that it swings about her chin, freely.

So she could be the same old Scully.

A thousand images rush through her mind. Blood. Albert Hosteen. Ice. Lightning. Her distended stomach. Lasers drilling. Cassandra Spender. William’s downy head. The scars on Mulder’s face. His coffin. Emily’s sweaty forehead. The brooding ocean. Melissa. Mulder’s scratchy beard. His wild eyes. His bitter silence at her goodbye.

She hears herself cry out. Pitiful.

Each breath stabs at her. Her heart sprints then slows. Sprints then slows. She clutches at her chest as though it might even the keel. Sweat mingles with rain on her face. The pavement is cold, wet, unforgiving. Mulder kneels at her side, taking her arm into his hand. Fear knits his brows together. The old man appears next to him and goes to bend over her.

“Don't you dare touch her!” Mulder’s voice cuts through the fog in her mind and the old man startles back. His hat falls and she’s struck by how absurd it looks, floating on a puddle that’s formed. Mulder’s hands are everywhere, her brow, her arm, her cheek, her chest, her thigh. He is panicking, yelling for paramedics. Bellowing her name. But she keeps watching the hat listing as it's pelted by rain.

Same old Mulder.

She can’t calm him because she can’t summon her voice. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, nausea pools in her stomach, bitter, churning. Her neck stiffens as she turns her face away from the staring eyes, then she vomits. This sends Mulder into overdrive and he tugs at her chin, twisting her face painfully around, eliciting a moan from her that shocks him into pulling his hand away.

“Scully? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

She is. She’s hurting. Everywhere. But how can she tell him it’s not from the collision. “I’m fine,” she says in the end. Closes her eyes to his dismissive headshake. “I’m fine, Mulder.”

Same old Scully.

The paramedics arrive and check her over. They declare her unresponsive in their radio missives and load her onto a stretcher, despite her weak protests. Mulder is effusive in his thanks and squeezes her hand, promising to follow. Inside the ambulance, she closes her eyes against the hazy faces, concentrates on her breathing, lets other people carry the burden.

When she wakes, Mulder is on a chair pulled up so close to her that his legs are slotted under her bed, his head pressed into his crossed arms, at her ribcage. She can see a few greys and she strokes his hair, tenderly. Turning his face, he grins at her.

Same old Mulder.

“You scared me, Scully.”

She nods, still not sure if she can speak.

“They said you had an elevated heart rate. High blood pressure. We thought you were having a stroke.” Her hand finds his. “But then the doc said it could be a panic attack.” He waits a beat, for confirmation. “Scully?”

He shakes his head at her silence, stretches, scratches at his chin. She tries to move but it’s such an effort, she slumps back against the pillow. Her hair feels tangled and she rakes her fingers through it. He takes her hand, crushes it in his.

“Scully? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

This is the man who spent days holed up in his office, poring over the same ridiculous, paranoid conspiracies, who left the house without telling her, disappearing for days on the flimsy pretext that she ‘didn’t need to know for her own safety’, who would spend more time nursing a glass of whisky than their relationship.

“It’s nothing,” she manages to say. “Nothing for you to be concerned about.”

His eyes roll to the heavens. There’s nothing up there that she hasn’t already beseeched, yelled at and dismissed out of hand, she thinks to herself.

“Scully, you drove into a car. You collapsed. You haven’t…” His hand withdraws from hers and he grabs a fist of the thin woollen blanket.

“He backed into me. I’ve…I’ve been…I haven’t slept well. I’m just tired, Mulder. That’s all.” Speaking is exhausting. Her words sound pathetic. He knows it, she knows it.

Same old Mulder.

Same old Scully.

A nurse enters, eyes Mulder to move his chair. He stands, loiters in the shadowy corner as she goes about her business. When she’s gone, the air in the room is dry. Mulder scrapes the chair back to her bedside and plays with the plastic band on her wrist. Laying his forehead on her arm, she feels more than the weight of him as he begins to sob quietly. His shoulders move, his chest rocks the bed. She twists and caresses his hair with her free hand. Her tears drip down her face, gathering at her chin, falling as one onto his head. His tears flow around her wrist, burning his sadness at her pulse point.

“I’m sorry,” she says gently.

He half-chuckles, a strangled sound. “For what?”

“For scaring you.”

His watery eyes find hers. “You being sick is the thing that scares me the most, Scully.”

“I know,” she says.

He sits up, brings his arm around her shoulder to pull her into a fierce embrace, squeezing the breath out of her lungs. “Don’t do that again. Don’t…please.”

She can’t promise. She won’t promise. 

“What were the papers?” she asks.

“What?”

“You wanted me to witness something. What was it?”

“Oh,” he says, his body reverberating as tears turn to laughter. “I needed a new passport. I was going to ask if you wanted to go on vacation.” He chuckles, still clinging to her.

“On vacation?” 

“It was going to be a surprise.”

“I’ll say,” she murmurs, letting out a small laugh too, and burrows her chin into the dip between his neck and shoulder.  

She lets him soften into her and pats the plane between his shoulder blades. His heart pumps next to hers. In perfect synchrony.

Same old Mulder.

Same old Scully.

[void-knights]

Hygge : Chapter One

Pairing: Loki / Original Character,

Chapter Rating: Teen

Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, LGBT Themes, Oc has ADHD, injury mention, Standard Tragic past, Mentions of Loki's past toture, Mentions of past child abuse (OC), Sickness, Near Death, Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Prosthesis, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Extremis 616, Starboost Armour, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Loki cooks, Loki teaches,

A/N: Right hello! I need to WARN YOU.

This fiction deals with an OFC that eventually realises that they is Genderfluid, using all the pronouns, but is assigned female at birth (AFAB). There will be mentions of body AND gender dysphoria due to a tragic childhood™  under the care of her biological mother/grandparents that occurred before she was in the care of Tony Stark. I do not go into graphic detail with the abuse, but it is mentioned.

This is a slow burn fic planned out to be a LONG story so the OC and Loki will not get together until a little into the story. Instead, I wanted to focus on building their friendship at first. Eventually (if all goes to plan) I intend to have the OC identify as Genderfluid, but unlike Loki the OC won't have magic and therefore will always be female in terms of physical sex.

While this might seem like a bit of a spoiler I like to forewarn people about these things as they can be potential triggers!

Anyway I got the idea of a character in Iron-Man style armour, and then I thought it would be fun to just have a Stark OC. I've got the timeline lined up so the ages to allign with canon. Masterlist | AO3 Link |

The avengers weren’t sure what they should do with Loki, Odin in his infinite wisdom had ‘bestowed’ his younger son upon them in a long-winded speech that left Barton spacing out, Tony disinterested and distracted and Bruce trying to work out how such an old man seemed so strong.

Only Natasha and Steve were paying attention by the end, the TL; DR was that Odin didn’t want to deal with Loki, so now he was the avenger's problem.

Nick Fury suggested locking him up, only to retract the idea a few minutes later, Loki was dammed persuasive, he could seduce any guard sent to keep him under lock and key. They did not know the full extent of his magical abilities and while he was bound (somehow, Odin didn’t bother explaining what they had done to Loki and merely assumed the Avengers wouldn’t care to know the finer points) they didn’t know the limits of the binding.

Thor claimed his brother could shapeshift, so a prison would need to be airtight otherwise a snake or spider could happily slip out. Then there was the issue that he was a god with god strength and probably the second smartest person in the room, or maybe the smartest, but Tony wasn’t about to admit that to the god.

All in all Odin had left them with a mess and the only support came in the form of a confused, angry and betrayed Thor. Which was never good.

This was compounded by the inescapable feeling that they only had half the story, why did Loki invade Earth? Tony had theories, theories that would make Clint punch him, but he couldn’t shake a feeling that something was off about the god of mischief.

Thor would agree, or not. Their relationship was never explained, it turned out communication was not a gift the gods of Asgard possessed much to the chagrin of the Avengers.

So this was the plan, Loki was to stay locked up in the tower, well only on certain floors. He would share a floor with Thor, where he would have his own bedroom with en-suite bathroom, but Fury was rather insistent that Loki shouldn’t be made too comfortable.

Tony was starting to wish he had never gotten involved he would make a poor jailer. He wasn’t responsible enough, Jarvis as amazing as he was would be worse, Loki had tricks, he could trick Jarvis.

It was a fucking mess, made much worse by not having the facts nor support to keep Loki. What were they supposed to do with the god? He was going to outlive them all, did Odin expect them to pass Loki off to other people? To keep him locked away for the rest of his life?

He would rather face the Chitauri again, or Vanko and Hammer or even Stane. Loki was more dangerous than all of them combined and what made it worse was the fact that Soleil was also living in the tower now.

He shouldn’t have suggested she live here, Fuck, he needed a drink or a whole bottle. The billionaire found Natasha and Bruce already at the bar, her with Vodka and Bruce with something fruity looking.

Tony settled for whisky and wondered what the fuck he was supposed to do now.

Loki was still chained up when Soleil walked onto the floor, the god recognised the human mortal from his research leading up to the invasion. He had gathered information on mortals who may pose a threat to his plans and worked to see them brought together (in brief moments of clarity before once again the mind stone seized control of him), Stark’s life was short as it was (by Asgardian standards) was quite fascinating.

Naturally Loki looked into every aspect of the potential avengers lives seeking weaknesses that would bring the avengers to him. The easiest targets were family, friends, loved ones who could be exploited as they had few or no protections. Soleil quite literally was the weakest link in the Stark equation.

Though he had come to realise she could have been a great asset to him should he have had need of an engineer with a deep and vested interest in space. Rather odd that SHIELD would have such detailed files on Soleil, almost as if they had been considering her as an alternative to her father and Iron-Man. Though what use such a fragile human would be was beyond the god.

She hadn’t noticed him, to busy tapping away on a screen and wrinkling her brow at something that vexed her. He watched her as she grabbed herself a bottle of water, she was halfway back to the elevator when she finally paused and turned to him.

“You look like shit,” she said after a moments pause looking him up and down as he remained trapped and bound.

He’d be offended if he had the energy, he felt like shit, months, years? Trapped in the clutches of Thanos and his black order, leading the invasion, not resting or sleeping in weeks, months, his meals just enough to keep him alive but never satisfied, he could not even recall if the paste he had been given (and reluctantly eaten after too long starving) had even had a taste to it.

“As you mortals say, that is pot calling the kettle black,” he attempted to sound above her, casual to the point of nonchalance.

“Yeah but I have an excuse for looking like shit, what’s your excuse?” she asked him sipping her water, he tried not to look hopeful that she might share something with him. Even lukewarm tap water would be bliss compared to whatever liquids the Black Order had supplied him with.

“The beast you call Hulk,” Which was partly true.

“Ooo, that explains the hole in the floor,” she cringed, “How the fuck are you still in one piece?”

“I am a god,” he reminded her.

“I had just assumed that was all a lie, you know psychological tactics?” She paused thinking it over, “Make us believe the gods are real, and you’re one of them, so you can claim dominion over us.”

“That would be a fair assumption to make,” he said leaning his forearms on his knees, “But I can assure you that I am in fact one of your gods.”

“Well you’re not my god, I don’t worship you or any gods,” she shrugged.

“We had noticed the loss of faith from mortals,” Loki nodded.

“Blame the Abrahamic religions, as soon as they went mainstream you pagan lot were more or less kicked to the curb,” she answered, before he could ask what she meant she asked, “So are you hungry? You look like you’re hungry.”

“I am in no risk of starving Stark,” he insisted.

“How’d you know I was a Stark?” she asked him suspicion finally creeping in, for someone who was supposed to be one of Midgard’s greatest minds she was rather stupid.

“SHIELD have files on you,” he said her lack of surprise told him all he needed to know, “That and you resemble your father.”

She brought a gloved hand to her jaw, “It’s the chin isn’t it?” she asked taking a couple of steps towards him, a glass and metal table separated them as she set her glass bottle down upon his surface.

“The general area yes, and you share his eyes,” he confirmed now that he could see her up close he could see the partial heterochromia, showing chocolate-brown flecks in each soft brown eye. She shared his jaw, lip and chin shape and brow colour, her hair was tucked up inside a hat, and he thought that her ears might resemble her father as well.

“But that doesn’t answer my question, never mind I’ll assume you’re hungry, what do gods eat?” she asked.

“You would feed your enemy?” he asked surprised by this, Asgard had a policy of giving their prisoners food, but basic food, food that would keep their enemies alive and nothing more. He was able to empathise with those trapped forever in those dungeons now.

“Yes because I have basic human decency,” she said shifting her weight mostly onto her left leg, “So food, what do you eat? Can you eat earth food being an alien and all that?”

“Of course I can,” now that she had brought the matter up he wondered if he could, there were some things that an Asgardian was told to avoid eating on Vanaheim and Alfheim, not that he was biologically Asgardian.

“Well if you die of an allergic reaction please don’t haunt me,” she said pulling out another device, a phone, a smartphone he recalled one of the scientists under his command using a similar device.

While she typed out whatever it was she needed Loki observed her. She was atypical in her physical body, her clothes hung from her, not because they were ill-fitting but because of sudden loss of weight. They were designed for a woman larger than what she was now, despite her rather cheerful demeanour she looked quite exhausted. She looked how he felt.

The leather right sleeve to her jacket shifted in a most bizarre manner, he watched as a small(ish) serpent poked its head out resting contently on the back of her hand. It flicked it’s slick tongue out at the air scenting Loki, she could taste him, she knew he was there.

“I think it’s safe to just get a range of food,” She said slipping her phone back into her pocket she rose her fist to her eye level, “You doin’ okay?” she asked the snake who slid back into the sleeve. “She’s shy,” she said to Loki who had not asked.

“You carry a snake on your person?” he asked curios, he could not imagine anyone in Asgard doing that. Snakes were dangerous creatures, not pets. Humans however seemed to ignore that rule quite often.

“Yeah she’s my ESA, but I make sure she’s some place warm, otherwise she’ll get ill,” Soleil explained.

“ESA?” he asked.

“Emotional support animal,” Soleil said which did not really answer Loki’s question, she needed the support of an animal for her emotional state? “They are animals to help calm and relax people. I wanted a cat, but dad says a dog would have required to much training and looking after, so he got me Macbeth.”

“How does a snake provide emotional support?” he had to ask, the concept baffled him.

“She’s a reassuring presence when the world is overwhelming,” Soleil answered.

To the god it was still a strange concept, but his curiosity got the better of him, “May I see her then?” he asked.

“Um, sure?” Soleil gently shook her arm, Macbeth got the message, as loathed as she was to leave the warmth of the jacket she was all too happy to slither her way around Soleil’s shoulders until she was hanging lazily.

Gently lifting the snake off her shoulders she set the snake down on the sofa, wise to keep a distance from the god of mischief who remained shackled and bound. Macbeth lifted herself up fascinated by this new thing, this god in her home, she stared at Loki curious to know why he was here.

⸢You are not human⸥ said the snake curios to know what he was, he smelled familiar, like kin yet was clearly more than that, more human, more than human.

⸢No I am not⸥ he answered utterly amused when the snake did a double take, stunned that the god would be capable of speaking her language. He detected the barest hint of offence on her next words.

⸢Then you are a lie, a false thing, I do not like false things⸥ the snake replied studying him closely, ⸢You are a danger to my human⸥

⸢I am a great danger to many a human, yours however has done nothing to earn my anger⸥ Loki replied, the smart little snake thought on this for a while.

⸢You claim that now. But my human has a way of frustrating the surrounding humans, they are so easily brought to anger⸥ came the serpent's response as she finally slithered her way over to him.

⸢There are many creatures brought to anger easily⸥ Loki responded lifting the snake up into the air to prove his point the snake hissed angrily.

⸢Unhand me liar, I shall not be handled by the likes of you!⸥ the snake protested with a rather loud hiss.

Up close, she was a rather pretty thing a mixture of soft pastel colours with the blackest eyes he had seen on a snake. A thick uneven stripe of orange and lavender ran the length of her spine and top of her head. Her belly was an off-white, her most dominate colour a rather fetching shade of yellow. She was indeed a strange patterned creature but lovely to look at.

⸢But you are so pretty, I think I may keep you⸥ he teased the snake who managed to throw him such a filthy look that it took him by surprise.

⸢You, are unworthy of me liar⸥ she snapped back.

⸢I am a good little serpent, far beyond your mortal caregiver⸥ he pointed out.

⸢Indeed? You must be the god of pomposity to say such things⸥ the snake complained turning her head away from Loki, ⸢My human is good and kind even as the sickness weakness her, you cannot compare to such a charitable and loving being⸥

⸢For something so small you certainly have a rather inflated sense of ego⸥ he said lifting her up to eye level, she turned her head away from him.

⸢Says the creature that wreaks of despair, I might be small, god of pomposity but at least I know happiness⸥ he’d never been tempted to toss a snake out of a window before tonight.

Soleil shifted on her feet confused, “Are you talking to her?”

“Of course, I am a god,” he answered petting the snake who recoiled deeply offended by his touch.

⸢How dare you touch me!!⸥ she hissed in discontent before slipping herself free from Loki’s hands and slithering back to Soleil who collected her up into her arms. ⸢You are unworthy pomposity, be gone!⸥

“That is a rather charming pet you have mortal,” Loki answered deigning to ignore the snake and her uppity attitude, “Though she might be pretty she has a rather terrible attitude.”

Soleil looked at Macbeth who looked at her, “Riiight she has the terrible attitude,” smugly the snake turned back to him beaming brightly.

⸢See my mortal understands, she shall not be easily swayed by a false serpent⸥ the snake happily slithered her way back up Soleil's sleeve.

“I have never before laid my eyes on a serpent with such markings and colours, is that typical of Midgardian serpents?” Loki asked leaning back on the sofa which had become uncomfortable thanks to being pinned down in one fixed spot.

“Uh, well ball pythons are kinda common I suppose, they are docile in nature,” Loki did not believe that for a second, “So they’ve been bred as pets for a while, some breeders try to create unique colour and pattern styles. Morphs. Macbeth is a Banana Cinnamon Blade Clown Ball Python for instance.”

Loki knew what each of those words meant individually but strung together like that they may as well have been pure nonsense.

His disbelief or confusion must have been evident on his face because she instantly launched into the details of snake breeding, how morphs came about, what each word meant and the genetic factors that went into selecting the right snakes to breed together to create the perfect offspring.

Trust humans to meddle in things that needed no intervention, he thought as she went into detail to explain a subject he had long since lost any interest in. She was passionate about her pet, about snakes in general, and so she babbled making her obsession quite evident.

It was no wonder her dammed pet was so smug, she probably praised it at every opportunity, it’s inflated sense of self coming from an overindulgence of love and flattery.

“Bee,” Jarvis cut her off saving Loki the indignity of having to amuse her babbling for longer, “The food has been placed in the elevator, do you require assistance in moving it?”

“I’m not that weak, Jarv,” she grumbled half stomping her way across the floor towards the elevator. Loki could feel the AI’s eye roll somehow.

It took her some time to set out the food given the ridiculous quantity that she had purchased. He did not recognise half of what was laid out but to Loki none of that mattered, all he could do was feel his mouth water at the prospect of finally having food that did not taste of grit and nothing.

“So we got Korean, Indian, Italian, Greek, American, Japanese, Ethiopian, Thai, Arabic, Mexican, Balkan, Caribbean, Chinese and Jamaican,”

“Bee,” Jarvis said.

“Yeah I over ordered,” she grumbled slipping her phone back into her pocket, but she hadn’t known what a god might like to eat.

It didn’t seem to matter, Loki was already tucking into a container of whatever was nearest to him.

He almost wept in pure bliss as he devoured the Tokushima ramen without haste, even the strangeness of a raw egg in a soup alongside pork belly and noodles (which he had never had in life) did not slow him down. The god did not slow down even as Tony Stark, Steve Rogers and Thor walked onto the floor slightly confused.

Jarvis had alerted them there would be food and that Soleil was apparently friendly with Loki. Jarvis had been somewhat right, Soleil was keeping a great distance between herself and the god, but she had ordered him a lot of food. Enough food to feed an army in fact.

“I don’t know what gods eat,” she immediately said as defence before her dad could ask, she did the same thing whenever he caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “So I got whatever, if he dies of an allergic reaction you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“You’d be doing us a favour Bee,” her dad joked, she grinned a little unsure while Loki finally slowed down. That was good, just watching him devour container after container was giving her indigestion.

“We do not suffer the aliments of mortals little Stark-”

“Little stark?” Soleil whispered at Steve and Tony both of them grinned sympathetically.

“-This is quite the feast,” Thor beamed at her and all of a sudden she could see what Jane Foster might see in the glorious blonde bastard, though if she had to go for a blonde she’d still choose Captain America.

The avengers and Soleil watched as Thor easily sat himself down beside Loki acting as though nothing was wrong, even Loki was a little on edge about that, Steve and Tony shared a look™ one that suggested they were in on something. Something Soleil was not allowed to be part of.

Thor without hesitation (must be a god thing) dug into the food complimenting Soleil as though she had laboured over the meals, she hadn’t.

“What is this?” Thor asked as the others finally settled, Tony made sure Soleil was one super solider and a father apart from the god of mischief.

“Curried goat,” Soleil answered taking the carton of Tom Kha soup for herself.

The look of betrayal startled her as he was torn between heaving his stomach into the nearest container or eating what was a delicious meal. Loki being the sympathetic brother he was grinned from ear to ear watching Thor have an internal meltdown.

They did not eat goats on Asgard due to Thor’s love of them, they were scared in some strange way. Loki suspected interest in eating them was already so minimal that Odin had no issue outlawing their slaughter and consumption.

“Are you okay Thor?” Steve had to ask as Thor gingerly put the container down.

“Yes Captain, I… find I cannot in good conscience eat a goat,” Thor said picking up another container and studying it.

“That’s chicken,” Tony reassured him passing a box that contained a triple cheeseburger with plenty of onions, “Try this it might suit you.” Thor immediately approved of the burger, it wasn’t easy to go wrong with a good burger.

Though the company was unwanted Loki found a sense of comfort in the noise and activity, listening in as Thor and Steve asked questions about the food for the Starks to answer. If the Starks did not know then Jarvis would provide information, Loki cared not about the province of food or what it contained, food was food and this was the best food he had tasted in a dreadfully long time.

He listened into the varying conversations, Soleil debated baseball with Steve, apparently he took offence at the LA Dodgers, none of this made sense to Loki, what made even less sense was Hockey, even the Captain did not seem to understand her love of Hockey.

The older Stark chimed in once in a while or talked at length to Thor about various things, places the god should see since he would be spending time on Midgard and perhaps the acquisition of a phone – communication device. Loki knew how that would end, Thor had never been great at keeping in touch.

The four talked at length about everything and anything, Loki was more fascinated by the Korean barbecue than what was considered the best dessert.

According to Steve Rogers you could not beat a good apple pie with a dollop of thick cream or ice cream. The older Stark insisted on Tiramisu which combined alcohol and coffee. Whereas the younger Stark insisted that New York style cheesecake was the best dessert, though ice cream (of any type) was a close second.

He noticed that Rogers was rather experimental with his choice of food, wishing to try everything at least once. Thor ate whatever had the most meat, Stark knew what he liked and stuck to that while his daughter seemed filled by the small tub of soup she had half-eaten.

“Jane has mentioned you little Stark,” Soleil did not appreciate Thor’s new nickname for her.

“Okay?”

“You are an engineer?” Thor asked.

“Yup, my main focus is space, aerospace engineering if you will, but I am not confined to one area of study,” She said setting her half-eaten carton down.

“Jane had mentioned that you are attempting to colonise your moon?”

“Me personally no, but I wanna find a way to make the moon liveable, so we can continue our research,” she said taking a long sip of water.

The floodgates were opened up and Thor could only sit uncomfortably as she prattled on about her designs on space, how they might once again reach the moon and this time stay there. She had ideas with regard to terraforming, to establishing a liveable base, not just on the moon but Mars as well. They would be the first destinations in this new space race she dreamt up.

Loki recognised the blank look on Thor’s face, he had long since lost interest and Soleil quickly realised. Twiddling her fingers she fell silent, ashamed even, this made Loki frown. Her father wrapped an arm around her whispering something, she perked up a little.

Thor turned to Steve to start an entirely new conversation, which made Soleil wince. Tony reassured her all was well and rubbed her arm, only to annoy Macbeth who popped her head out to see who it was that was rubbing her.

“Sorry my scaly grandbaby,” Tony grinned at the indignant snake.

⸢Oh another one, what is this one the god of the farm?⸥ the snake complained looking a surprised Thor over.

⸢I am the god of thunder, serpent⸥

⸢I stand corrected oh great and powerful goat fucker⸥

“I do not recommend getting into an argument with it, it thinks anything other than the younger Stark is beneath it,” Loki said trying a slice of pizza, he found the combination sweeter than expected.

“So they’re both Dolittle’s?” Tony asked Soleil who shrugged she didn’t get it either, but apparently they could understand Macbeth in some way. She certainly reacted to whatever they said back to her.

“I don’t get it either,” she admitted.

“So she doesn't like me?” Tony asked Loki while Thor continued to glare at Macbeth, the snake in return glared back at Thor (somehow).

⸢You may tell him that I enjoy his company, the red machine is most comfortable for resting on and he is a delight for a human being!⸥

“She thinks your armour makes the perfect place to rest,” Loki translated.

“Well it’s good to know I’m useful for something,” Tony grinned rubbing the snakes chin as she leaned up to him.

⸢You did not tell him that I enjoy his company nor that he is a delight tell him, tell him!⸥ Macbeth snapped at Loki

⸢It must have slipped my mind dull scales⸥ Loki grinned.

⸢Pompous false serpent⸥ she complained slithering her way onto Tony’s shoulder, Steve wasn’t as sure about the snake, but Tony was used to her by now.

“She’s tame and a pest if you let her loose in a workshop but tame,” Tony assured Steve who still wasn’t sure meanwhile Macbeth curled herself up on top of Tony’s head, she liked to feel tall.

“She’s inquisitive not a pest,” Soleil insisted gently cooing at Macbeth wondering how it was that the gods communicated with her.

“She likes to nap in places she shouldn’t,” Macbeth was not pleased by this, it wasn’t her fault she found nice warm places to rest in his workshop. She slithered her way back to Soleil deeply offended, Tony rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t leave your workshop unlocked,” Soleil argued as the serpent coiled herself around her right arm once again.

“Dum-E likes to roam the house, you know this Bee,” Tony argued, yes she did know, she had spent a childhood learning to know when Dum-E was out and about. She loved him, she really did but Dum-E was not built to handle fragile things, especially fragile children.

“Yes but should he be trusted to roam the house?” Soleil asked grinning when he failed to find a suitable answer. Everyone knew it wasn’t a good idea, Dum-E lived up to his name and while he was adorable he vastly overestimated his own skill and abilities.

Tony blinked several times, nope a reasonable argument still failed him, there was no good reason why Dum-E should be unleashed within the house, “So Point Break, what’s this about coffee and pop tarts?”

Thor lit up with a glorious and adorable smile, “My lady Jane introduced me to such wonderful refreshments.”

“And you were worried about feeding them actual food,” Tony whispered to Soleil who grinned to herself, “Well Point Break we do have coffee-”

“-Dad you can’t feed Thor your coffee,” Soleil protested as her dad made his way over to the coffee machine.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Tony joked.

“It comes with a health warning!”

“It’s not that bad,”

“By buying it you accept all the dangers that coffee presents, you have to sign legally binding documents on the website, you can’t give it to an alien!” Tony wasn’t seeing the issue, those aliens were gods, “It literally killed three people last year.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Loki muttered at the exact same time Thor lit up, “Let me test this coffee!”

Soleil buried her face in her hands, Steve offered her a spring roll in consolation, she took it, to exhausted to care that she was full up. Trust her dad to find the one alien that would enable his terrible habits. Fuck this was going to be a long year.

The avengers (well Tony, Steve and Thor) discussed what they should do with Loki, the god of mischief had no say and Odin had decided to leave it in their hands. The obvious answer would be to lock him up, lock him away where he could cause no harm.

There was no place suitable on Midgard that the avengers were aware of, Loki knew of several places but would rather not assist any further attempts at incarceration. He watched them struggle amongst themselves to come up with the ideal solution.

“I can’t keep him here,” Tony protested to Thor who insisted this was the best place, “I have staff and my kid to consider.”

“You have a goat here?” Thor asked.

“Soo, allspeak translates things literally?” Tony asked perplexed, Loki rolled his eyes, no it didn’t, Thor had simply mistaken the context of the word which would have supplied the answer.

“Kid is slang for child, he’s talking about his daughter Soleil,” Steve told Thor who stood there just realising what Soleil was to Tony, “You didn’t know?”

“The big fella showed up in the middle of this mess, I don’t think he got the briefings,” Tony reasoned, “Sol’s my kid, child, offspring whatever you wanna say, point is while Bumblebee’s here I’m not hosting Loki.”

“Loki shall not harm your daughter Stark,” Thor half lied, in truth he might harm Soleil, Loki had done a lot worse in his past though usually that was for the sake of Asgard or the protection of his family.

“Look all you have to do is sneeze at my kid and boom, in hospital,” Tony argued.

“Your daughter is that fragile?” Thor wondered if it were an age thing, Darcy looked to be of a similar age and seemed hale.

“Yep kid’s a medical wonder, impossibility even, so unless I have proof that Loki can’t hurt my kid you’ll have to have him live somewhere else,”

“Why not call SHIELD?” Steve offered, Thor considered this, but Tony had the most peculiar expression one that made Loki take note.

Tony shuffled on his feet, “I’m not saying that… look Loki took out quite a few SHIELD agents, Phil included, everyone loved Phil. I’m not sayin’ he’d approve out loud, but I’m sure Fury would be willing to turn a blind eye if anyone… took advantage of Loki’s situation.”

To Tony’s surprise Steve agreed, “What other options do we have? Thor are there any other territories, realms or worlds that would take Loki?”

“The majority of the nine realms are overseen by Asgard, they would not be willing to risk Odin’s ire by inviting Loki – even as a captive – amongst their numbers,” Thor reasoned.

“Why do I get the feeling when you say overseen what you really mean is-” Steve elbowed Tony in the ribs to get him to shut up.

“Can’t you build a containment around a single floor in the tower?” Steve proposed.

“Yeah and then what happens, he tricks Jarvis or someone else to let him out. Hell Bee would let him out if meant she could learn some weird alien shit, or fuck, she’d let him out to… you said Puente Antiguo?” he turned to Thor.

“Yes?” the god of thunder blinked confused. “I landed there, it so happened that Jane Foster and Agent Phil were also there.”

“Riiiight, well fuck,” Tony ran a hand through his hair, “If he stays here… how much do you two know about engineering?”

“The sciences were Loki’s subjects not mine,” Thor answered.

“We can’t keep him here,” Tony insisted to Steve who was just as confused as everyone else.

“Tony the tower is the best option-” Steve was about to argue, but Tony was adamant against the idea.

“-No it’s not because if Bee finds out-”

“-If Bee finds out what?” Soleil asked, Tony jumped curing Natasha (back when she was Natalie) for teaching Soleil how to be sneaky.

“I do not see why Puente Antiguo is so important to my brothers confinement,” Thor frowned not understanding what was going on at all.

“Did you say Puente Antiguo?” Soleil rounded on a surprised Thor, he did not understand.

“Is this some mythical town I should visit?” Steve asked it had been mentioned a lot in five minuted.

“No, no Bee he didn’t, he said-” Tony tried to correct not realising Thor did not like to be called a liar.

“-Do not make me a liar Stark,” Thor threatened.

“Yeah Dad how dare you make the most venerable god of thunder out to be a liar, honestly have you no shame?” Soleil said placing her hands on her hips, Thor nodded in complete agreement.

Loki rolled his eyes at how quickly Thor soaked up the praise and attention, it was honestly embarrassing how easily the fool could be manipulated and it had taken a mortal one afternoon to discover this weakness.

“Puente Antiguo was where I met my Lady Jane, Darcy, Selvig and your beloved Agent Son of Coul,”

“You mean Coulson, he’s American, we don’t use Patronymic or Matronymic surnames. At least not in the way you’re probably thinking of them,” Soleil corrected, “He was just Coulson, His father was probably not named Coul. Like how I am Stark and not Anthonysdóttir.”

“I see,” Thor muttered, “That explains the oddity of Jane’s family name.”

“Yep so if you and Jane married on Earth, and she decided to take your name, just as an example off the top of my head-” Tony and Steve finally caught on, she was buttering up the god of Thunder, and he was eating it up, “-She would be Jane Odinson, which I suppose would be awkward in Asgard but normal here.”

“That does seem odd?” Thor admitted hating how it sounded, it made her sound his like his sister.

“So you met in Puente Antiguo, I once read it’s romantic to get married where you met your love, but a desert town seems… inappropriate for a wedding to a god, especially with it still in need of repair.”

“Yes, the destroyer created so much damage when it walked through the town,” Thor turned to Loki who sat back utterly amused that Thor had so easily fallen into Soleil’s trap, of course Thor read his amusement wrong.

“The destroyer?” Soleil asked.

“Yes, The Destroyer Automaton is a weapon and guardian of Asgard, it was sent by Loki to kill me,” Thor glared at Loki again, “I wonder if it is still where we left it?”

“You really think SHIELD would have left something called the destroyer alone after what we saw with the tesseract?” Steve asked not understanding Soleil’s interest.

“How dangerous is this thing?” Tony asked.

“It levelled a town Tony, it’s dangerous,” Steve reasoned.

“Hush that’s not important, so the destroyer was sent by Loki to what attack you? Did you defeat it battle then?” She asked.

“Yes, with my godhood and power restored I used my strength and lightning to best the destroyer in combat,” Thor proudly announced.

“That’s sooo amazing,” Loki rolled his eyes the falseness wet unnoticed by Thor, “So like, it’s no longer functioning?”

“No, I knew I could not best it if I attacked the body, so I attacked it’s core it’s power source, rendering it inoperable,” Thor answered.

“Amazing,” Soleil continued, “So, any random idiot can command it?”

Thor laughed at the jab at Loki, Loki just sat deeply disappointed in his brother who allowed his ego to be bolstered like this, “No, it can only be commanded by the king of Asgard.”

“Loki was king?” Tony asked.

“What Asgard’s never had a queen?” Soleil asked.

“How do you go from being King to invader?” Steve asked.

“Expansion of the empire?” Tony proposed, “One land beneath the Asgardian sun and all that.”

“So what, you get named ruler of Asgard, and you’re in automatic control of its weapons? How does that work?”

“Through the Odinforce, Gungier acts as a tool to harness this power and through the Odinforce any ruler can command the destroyer,” Thor answered wondering why she was asking this, “Why do you ask little stark?”

“But I imagine Steel or iron would easily break under the strength of Mjölnir right? So how did the destroyer withstand your combined might?”

It was hilarious how quickly Thor turned from suspicious to eager to explain just how incredible he was.

“The metal from which the destroyer and my Mjölnir is forged is known as Uru, it can only be forged in the megastructure that surrounds Nidavellir. The dwarves harness the power of their sun Nidavellir to forge Uru, they are the only race capable of such a feat,”

“Only because they guard their secrets like paranoid dragons,” Loki muttered.

“Dwarves?” Steve asked.

“Did he say megastructure surrounding a sun?” Tony asked

Soleil vibrated, actually vibrated.

“Soo how does someone get into Nidavellir?” Soleil asked.

“With charm and plenty of gold,” Loki answered

“I can get gold,” Soleil whispered loudly, “How much gold do you-”

“-Bumblebee I know all this is very exciting,” Her dad began to steer her away from the gods, “But this can wait until tomorrow when you’ve had your ten hours now go, sleep.”

“Ugh fine, oh,” She pulled out a piece of paper from her jacket pocket and read out loud, “Pepper says pick up the fucking phone, or she’s leaving you for a man called Seamus.”

“Shit,” he’d forgotten to call Pepper to reassure her he wasn’t dead, he still made sure to push Soleil out toward the Elevator, “Stick him on your floor for now Point Break.”

“My Floor?” Thor asked.

“Oh, oh right, you all have your own floor Jarvis will send you to the correct ones,” that was that. The Starks were gone.

“Why do I feel manipulated?” Thor asked.

“You are catching on much faster these days' brother,” Loki grinned.

Steve sighed, he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with this bullshit.

[faejilly]

ashes of roses 1/3

a direct sequel to yesterdays’ ashes of angels, because I needed some consequences and recovery. (And some h/c, let’s be honest here, I always want some comfort in my fic.)

My @shadowhunterbingo Square: Magic (Because I made up a bunch of lore in the background while writing the prequel, and I needed to do something with it!)

It hit Alec a few days later.

He had work to do first, before he could let it. He talked to Consul Jia Penhallow, situated the prisoners, arranged for extra guards, adjusted the patrol schedules, collated and forwarded all the evidence they'd gathered to Acting-Inquisitor Patrick Penhallow and the City of Bones. He informed the LA Institute of all the addresses Freeman and her people had admitted to using so they could do a sweep for any additional evidence. Consul Penhallow assured him they were going through all known Freeman properties in Idris, as well, and he made himself believe her.

There wasn't anything he could do about it if she wasn't.

After all that, he was done, and he went home.

He went to Magnus, and he hadn't meant to interrupt his work, he hadn't, but he saw him and he couldn't... he couldn't do it anymore.

He didn't even remember walking through the apothecary, but finally he was there where he needed to be. Magnus turned to greet him, and that was more than Alec could take.

Magnus made a soft grunt of surprise as Alec made impact, literally flinging himself into Magnus and wrapping his arms around him.

"Alexander," his voice was soft, and the touch of his fingers was too light, as if his hands were hovering, uncertain when Alec desperately needed him to be sure.

Alec whined, and tucked his face into Magnus' neck, and clung tighter.

"Oh." Magnus' arms finally settled, finally embraced him back, and Alec let go, felt himself shaking, his eyes dry and his lungs burning.

"Oh, darling," Magnus' voice was lower this time, and his arms tightened.

Alec had no idea how long he stood like that, falling apart in the one place he knew it was safe to do so.

Eventually he stopped shaking, and he could breathe again.

But he didn't want to let go.

Magnus didn't make him, just adjusted them enough that they were side-by-side instead of tangled together, enough that he could walk Alec to the couch and pull them both down onto it.

Alec knew he needed to say something, needed to let some of this out, but he didn't have any words, nothing beyond a wordless howl in the back of his head, some desperate, terrified sense of what could have happened.

"Do you know why they call it pixie dust?" Magnus asked, his fingers stroking through Alec's hair, his voice low and soothing.

Alec almost sobbed in relief, that somehow Magnus knew, knew he couldn't talk yet, knew that more information always helped. He cleared his throat. He could say this, he thought. This was just data. "It's because it's not poisonous to the fae, right?"

"Mm-hmm." Magnus nodded, still gentle and slow. "For them it's just an aphrodisiac. Increased physical sensitivity, a warm flush of attraction, that sort of thing."

Alec shuddered. He supposed that he'd felt warm, but that certainly wasn't where it stopped.

"Do you know how they make it?"

Alec shook his head.

"It's not made of pixies or something terrible like that, you know."

Alec rolled his eyes and managed to scoff.

Magnus huffed out a soft breath. "I'm not sure if that meant I'm stating the obvious or not, but I'm going to keep going. Good?"

Alec tilted his head in half a nod, and let his weight settle a little more against Magnus' body.

"It's made of ground up siren's scales, burned rose petals, and passionflower pollen, though the flowers have to have been grown by a warlock or a fae, or in a magical realm." Magnus' voice settled into an almost sing-song rhythm, like he was lecturing a class, and Alec felt the first faint stirrings of a smile. "Most people use honey to bind the ingredients together, and there are various arguments about which sort of honey works best, but I've never seen any convincing evidence that that matters. You cannot use maple syrup though." Magnus shuddered, as if horrified that someone had even tried.

Alec wondered why someone had, because clearly there was a story behind that, but he supposed he could ask about that some other day.

"The part that makes it strong enough to work so effectively on the fae, however, is the Eidolon pheromones infused into the ingredients while they're dried into a powder."

Oh.

That. That did explain a lot.

"Eidolon pheromones are part of what make them so successful at seducing their victims of course; the body is comfortable with them even when the mind might notice that something's wrong with their impersonation of a loved one." Magnus' voice had less of a lilt now, his pronunciation very controlled and precise.

That was why Alec would have reacted to anyone he touched, why he wouldn't have had any choice...

He felt the tremble starting in his hands again, and pushed them hard against the couch arm behind Magnus to hold them still.

Magnus leaned back to help pin them, and squeezed his arms around Alec's shoulders. "It is the part that also makes it dangerous to everyone else, to various degrees."

Alec grunted at that, a lift to his voice trying to ask his question for him.

"What does it do to other people?" Magnus asked.

Alec nodded.

"Well, for werewolves it reacts to their shapeshifting; it forces a change. Werewolf hunters use it when hunting so the body will be in werewolf form when it dies."

So they could harvest the skin and teeth, Alec knew. He gagged a little at the thought.

"Yes, exactly," Magnus agreed, fingers squeezing once more around Alec's shoulder before giving a very soft tug to the end of Alec's hair. "For vampires it has no aphrodisiac properties at all, it just makes them viciously ill for two days, and there's absolutely nothing anyone can do to mitigate the symptoms."

He seemed too still, and Alec gathered there was something he wasn't saying. He managed to lift his head, to look at Magnus directly, to raise one hand and offer a touch to Magnus' cheek.

Magnus smiled at him, and his eyes were sad. "If they're not restrained, they frequently try and kill themselves somewhere around the 36 hour mark."

Alec lowered himself back down to wrap his arms around Magnus, squeezing as tightly as he could. He wasn't sure if someone Magnus had known had succeeded, or if he'd had to watch them try, had to watch them in that sort of pain without being able to do anything about it. He nuzzled his nose against Magnus' collarbone, trying to offer comfort for something he could barely imagine.

Magnus hugged him back, and kissed the top of his head. "Thank you, darling."

Alec hummed.

"Warlocks react similarly to the fae if they're dosed directly. A mostly harmless aphrodisiac, though it is very like being drunk, a little mentally compromised." Magnus paused, and Alec had a feeling he wouldn't like the next thing he said. "However, they're susceptible to secondary transmission in exactly the same way Nephilim are."

Alec gagged again, and curled in to protect the sudden sharp ache in his gut.

"Shhh," Magnus sat up to curl over him, breath warm against the back of Alec's neck. "It's fine, we're both fine."

"I can't, stop thinking, I can't," Alec was shaking again, and this time he was crying, tears too hot and burning as they dripped down his cheeks. "What if I hadn't recognized it?"

"I know." Magnus swallowed so hard that Alec could hear it, could feel it as an echo of his own bone deep horror. He felt the drop of water on the back of his neck, Magnus' tears spilling over too. "I know."

Alec's fingers dug into Magnus' arm, and he knew he was gripping too tight, knew it had to hurt, but he couldn't, he couldn't, he practically clawed his way into Magnus' lap, pushing his head into Magnus' shoulder. "I would have hurt you."

"It wouldn't have been you," Magnus clung back, and it was only the sharp points of his fingernails digging into Alec's shoulders that seemed to be keeping him in one piece. "It would never be you."

"It would have felt like me," Alec whispered, and Magnus reached up to cradle his face between his palms, to draw him up until Magnus could kiss him, the taste of salt scalding between their lips.

"It would never," Magnus repeated, and kissed him again. "Never."

Alec shuddered, and cried, and tried to believe him.

He didn't manage it, but by the time he'd cried himself out he felt a little better, a little lighter.

It hadn't happened. He held on to that. It had to be enough.

Magnus kissed the top of his head, and shifted his shoulders, and Alec sighed. They ought to move to bed, but he was too tired. He closed his eyes, and felt Magnus tug the blanket off the back of the couch so it would fall on top of them.

They'd get up later.

For now they'd rest, just like this.

Together.

[mythologyfolklore]

Trusting the enemy - Pt. 04

Sigyn – Devotion

(A/N: Set right before Ragnarök.)

In the beginning she hated him.

It was easy.

She knew at first sight, that he was a foxy jerk, with that stupid effeminate and freckled face, the stupid bright green eyes, the stupid gaudy red hair and especially that stupid, insufferable smirk, that made her want to bash his face in.

She still can't believe, that her father made her marry this man!

And to add insult to injury, he called her tiny! She isn't tiny! Just … vertically challenged.

She hated him and he hated her. Simple as that.

But when she found out, that he already had a family and children … maybe she hated him just a little less. Of course he would wish to be with them, rather than with an arranged wife, with whom he fought every day.

Sigyn knows, that she can be a colossal bitch, but she is understanding and she loves children.

In retrospect she knows, that this is what won him over.

When she met Loki's not-so-little ones, she adored them, still does, like they're her own.

Sigyn finds it really sad, that so much shit needed to happen for her and her husband to grow together.

When the triplets were taken away, it broke the trickster's heart and she remembers, how he cried every night … and how she hated it.

She still doesn't know what exactly happened, but something clicked in her head.

Something, that prompted her to go and travel all nine worlds, just to find them and ask them for a token. And that she got: a curl from a queen, a fang from the wolf of wolves, a scale from the world-encompassing serpent.

Loki has never said thank you, nor has he ever told her, that he loves her.

But she knows, knew from the very moment he first kissed her.

And when they finally had children together, she finally realised, that they were meant to be – and that she would follow him to the end of all worlds and back.

Sigyn is nothing, if not loyal.

All nine worlds know this.

Even when she hated Loki, she took her wedding vow seriously.

She has sworn to be his faithful companion in joy and grief, for better or worse, to share happiness and grief, to easy his suffering and to be true, no matter what.

Loki is a pathological liar and the biggest slut she has ever met and now he is also a murderer and a traitor. Of course she would never condone, what he has done. She would never attempt to excuse or even defend his actions.

But she will also never desert him. He is all she has left now, really.

This wily shapeshifter, who slowly but surely has won her love and devotion.

She will be by his side until the end, even if it means wasting her life away.

Breaking her word is not an option.

Defeat is not an option.

She, Sigyn, Bringer of Victory, daughter of the Father of the Slain, goddess of fidelity and constancy will be her husband's protector as long as she lives.

For she is Loki's wife and she holds a basin over his head, because this blasted snake up there is not allowed to cause him unbearable agony, not on her watch!

He may be a foxy jerk, but he is her foxy jerk.

.

Loki has never told his wife, that he loves her.

He doesn't know why.

But love her he does, has loved her from the very moment she accepted his children with Angrboða as her own. Seriously, it was comical; she was cuddling the Niflheim out of the triplets and fawning over how cute they were – and he blushed. And that after centuries of loathing each other and leading a marriage neither of them had wanted.

And when she gifted him what to this day is his most priced possession, he fell for her completely.

Loki doesn't know, what he has done to earn Sigyn's unwavering loyalty, but he has it.

He never says I love you, but he has a way with gestures and words.

When he calls her a diamond and she asks why, he laughs and tells her, that she is just like one – precious, beautiful and the toughest natural substance there is. And she chortles and tells him to quit being sappy.

It sucks, that it has taken him centuries to realise it, but she is the best thing that ever happened to him. If he wasn't currently chained to three rocks with the entrails of their son, he would even say that he's very, very lucky.

Wait, scratch that.

He actually is very, very lucky.

Because even after all he has done, she is still by his side, easing his suffering significantly and keeping him from losing his mind completely. Even now, that he is a murderer and traitor, even as he's chained to three rocks with the entrails of their own child.

She has been offered to stay in Asgard and live a halfway ordinary life as a de-facto divorcee … and refused. She chose to stay with him, even though they both knew that it would mean wasting her life away, even though she has every reason to hate him.

He doesn't deserve her, he knows.

And she knows it too.

She knows him.

Always has.

Sigyn is not a Pollyanna, not someone to see things through rose-tinted glasses.

She is realistic and intelligent, impossible to fool or deceive and she has seen him for what he is right from the start. His sparkling wit, his silver tongue and charm never worked on her. No wonder she hated him at first – and to be fair, he made it pretty easy for her too; Loki remembers how he never was home (because she was too shrewish to handle), how he had more lovers than he has freckles on his face … and how he always lied.

Sigyn's attitude hasn't changed much since, just because she's fallen in love with him.

But love him she does and he hasn't the faintest idea why. It makes literally no sense.

But he is grateful for it, even though he never says so.

This petite, starry-haired goddess, small but strong, volatile but kind, quick to chide him but never untrue, never breaking her word in all the millennia they have been married.

Dear, poor Sigyn, so full of sorrow, who unlike him has no more tears to shed.

His long-suffering wife, who has watched her own children die most cruelly by the hands of the Æsir and gets reminded of it every time she looks at the chains binding her husband.

Loki is rarely moved by someone else's suffering, but his family is the exception.

Often he has asked her, why she is still here.

Her answer is always the same: “Because I love you, because you need me and because we only have each other left.”

She really is all he has left.

And he trusts her.

His trust in her is as unwavering as her loyalty to him.

So what if she still calls him a foxy jerk.

He is hers.

.

“Hey Sigyn.”

“Hm?”

“Wanna hear something funny?”

She rolls her eyes, but humours him. “I'm all ears.”

“I don't think I'll be able to shake my chains off, when Ragnarök comes.”

“How is that funny?”

“I hope my little ones come to pay me a visit, when Fenrir gets out of Gleipnir.”

“I still don't see, how-”

“Remember how they called you 'Sigyn of the Starry Hair'?”

She smiles fondly; of course she remembers. And how Jörmungandr liked to snake around her body and rest his serpentine head in her curly black and star-spangled hair, hissing about how soft it was.

“And you, Loki? Remember how they took human shapes that one time, for your birthday? And Fenrir another time, for Týr?”

He giggles: “They were so adorable!”

That they were, she agrees.

The goddess of loyalty wonders what the Midgard Serpent looks like now, if he takes human shape. He probably has a scar on his head, where her half-brother Þórr hit him with his hammer. And the Fenriswolf surely looks ferocious.

“And they loved you”, Loki whispers, “I'm sure they still do.”

The feeling is absolutely mutual; Sigyn doesn't care how enormous they are now.

“You're beautiful.”

Where the Niflheim did that come from???

“Shut it”, she mutters and blushes. Loki chuckles, but complies.

Sigyn isn't beautiful, at least not as beautiful as she once was.

Her black and starry hair has lost its lustre and is completely dishevelled, she has grown very pale and thin and she is ageing. And the rejuvenating apples they still have won't fix this, because those grey strands and lines on her face are the result of her sorrow. Probably she has dark rims under her eyes too.

She must look hideous.

Loki knows her train of thought. “You're still a diamond to me”, he consoles her. “You're just one in the rough now.”

She snorts, but gives him a fond look.

He grins, but it fades quickly and his head sinks back onto the rock.

He's so tired.

Just a century earlier, he got to take a nap, because of Óðinn's short visit, but that was a few hours of rest. Apart from that …

“It feels like I haven't slept in millennia”, he groans.

“I don't think you have”, Sigyn replies. “In fact I'm quite sure, that you haven't slept at all, since you … were imprisoned here. Apart from that one nap a hundred years ago.”

Loki looks up to her again. “You're tired too, my Sigyn. You can't convince me, that you have got any more sleep than I have.”

“You're right, I haven't”, she confirms.

And she isn't just exhausted.

She is dying, both of them know this.

Century after century of being in this dark cave, holding this big basin and scarcely eating, drinking, sleeping or even getting fresh air, her incredible strength is waning and her life energy is slipping away. At this point she is so weak, that it's inevitable.

The thought makes Loki's heart shatter. The only thing he can do is hope that he will be free, before this happens. Not just because he doesn't want the venom to drop on his face non-stop. If she has to pass on before him, at least she should die in his arms.

Sigyn knows, how her husband feels about the prospect of her dying before him.

But she has sworn to last as long as he needs her and Sigyn will be damned, if she ever fails to keep her word!

At this point, it's probably pure obstinacy, which keeps her alive, because like Niflheim will she be defeated by something as minor as death!

“Hey, Sigyn?”

“Hm?”

“You're doing that thing again.”

“What thing?” She knows, what he means, but it's funny hearing him say it.

Loki grins: “That thing, where you think about how death can kiss your arse as long as I need you. I can tell by the way your jar clenches and the way you frown and glare.”

She giggles: “You know me so well.”

“And you know me, my better half”, he purrs.

Damn right I'm your better half, she thinks drily.

But he made her laugh and she is so grateful for that. Loki is so good at making her laugh, even now. It's one of the things she loves about him.

They sink back into silence for a while.

Then something unexpected happens and Sigyn is so surprised, that she nearly drops the basin. She manages not to, but decides to tell her husband of what just occurred.

“Loki?”

“Hm?”

“Guess what just happened.”

His head is directly below the basin, so he doesn't see what's above it.

“What is it, my wife?”

“The snake just bit the dust.”

The trickster's eyes widen. “No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way. Give me a moment to empty the basin and then I'll see, if I can find something to open those fucking chains.”

“Try the teeth of the snake”, Loki advises.

“Will do”, Sigyn says and goes to empty the bowl.

When she comes back, she has a sharp rock and a few herbs.

“Alright, let's see, if this works”, she mutters and cuts the dead snake into pieces. Then she uses the leftover teeth and finds that, yes, they do cut through the chains.

The now free trickster tumbles from the rocks to the ground.

“Holy shit, am I free at last?”, he groans.

“Yep”, Sigyn nods. “It's finally fucking over.”

Loki would stand up and laugh triumphantly, but he is just so tired and everything hurts. However, they both really want to get out of this damn cave and so she helps him outside, carrying the bowl full of snake meat and herbs.

They both blink at the bright light, but manage to drag themselves to a nearby river, before slumping against a tree, both groaning from exhaustion.

The trickster leans against his wife's shoulder. “Darling?”

“Yes?”

“I'm in no condition to start Ragnarök”, he admits.

She laughs: “Obviously. Come on. I'll cook us a nice snake soup and then you'll take a nap.”

He smiles. “Sounds good, my diamond.”

They have themselves the soup and then she lets him rest his head in her lap.

“Sleep”, she coos. “I'll be there, when you wake.”

He sighs and closes his eyes, knowing that she will indeed still be here, when he wakes up.

No one is truer than Sigyn.

-

“It takes courage and strength to make a man depend on you, but it almost always pays off.”

[cynthiaandsamus]

“Mmph, mmph, mmm~!”

A tightly bound and half naked Nobunaga would suddenly come hopping out from behind a corner, her arms and legs tightly tied together, the former secured to her back and her bindings emphasizing her breasts and curves, silenced with multiple layers of gags piled against her face, all tied over her mouth and over her nose, and clad only in her loincloth and her hat. Looks like she used her shapeshifting skill to enlarge the size of her hips and her breasts at that, as they would bounce with each hop she made.

Spotting Cynthia, she would swiftly hop over to her before turning and planting her big, thick ass into her lap, arching her back as she firmly grinds it into her thighs, wiggling it left and right with a few grunts. She then pauses to look over her shoulder at the blonde and narrows her eyes in satisfaction, grinning underneath her many gag layers before turning away and resuming pushing her soft butt into her body~

Cynthia snickered as she saw Nobu like this, bound but clearly not helpless as she could transform out of it any time as the bounds would fall away if not for the soft jiggling curves keeping them in place. The teasing her big round butt gave Cynthia’s lap made her even more sure of this, but she was enjoying the show all the same. “Poor Nobu~ Gotten yourself into trouble again huh~?” The Champion cooed, her hands wandering over the other girl’s transformed curves with a grin, squeezing her breasts and nuzzling into her neck, gasping in her ear as she ground her butt into her lap.

“Trying to give me some sort of lap dance while you’re already all bound up like this? Sounds like you’re in need of a spanking, or even a whipping from Samus’s electro whip, or I could get my Garchomp dildo and call Samus and both of us could give you a FULL punishment~” She snickered playfully while groping her. “And you would be very, very full...”

[kyluxtitleception]

Kylux Titleception 2019 Masterlist of Works

Fics (SFW):

Result of Suffering by Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: M

Fools in Your Garden by thewightknight

Rating: G

Hux's garden was his prize and joy. The pokestop in it was the bane of his existence.

The Beast Behind You by thewightknight

Rating: G

Kylo's Valentine's day present to Hux is fluffy, adorable, and has sticky paws.

Summer Sadness by thewightknight

Rating: G

Ben should be excited. It was the last day of school, and all of summer stretched out before them. But at the end of it, Hux would be leaving

And the worms ate into his brain! by RainbowGirl410

Rating: Not Rated

Ben likes to tell stories, and Armitage listens, even though he doesn't care for them half the time.

Whiskey Fever by StrokeofStupidity

Rating: G

Hux is in his office when he hears the heartbreaking cry of his son. Meanwhile Kylo is sick with the flu. Will this family be able to find some peace?

Don't worry, this is fluff. The answer is yes.

Staring at the Sun by rudbeckia

Rating: T

It’s 1952. WW2 is over but not forgotten, rationing has not yet ended, and the world is still not at peace.

Kylo Ren, failed pilot, failed member of a religious order and son of a politician, has left the USA to avoid potentially embarrassing his mother with career-ending scandal. He aims to live quietly as the owner of a bookstore in a coastal village in Britain.

Armitage Hux, the last Lord Arkanis, is a man who has responded to accusations surrounding his fascist father’s death by retreating to the last habitable room in the once-great Arkanis Manor, its library, and is well on the way to becoming a recluse.

Over a shared love of literature and sunrise over the sea, despite misunderstandings and secrecy, they meet and tentatively find common ground.

Catacomb Visitors by dreamyafterdark

Rating: T

Kylo brings a badly injured Hux to Korriban to seek help in healing him...

Slayer of Light by FruHallbera

Rating: T

Kylo returns from his mission injured and in need of care and comfort.

fucking hell this dude's a beast by technorat

Rating: T

Hux hates his obnoxious neighbor, the one that breaks things, is noisy at unreasonable hours, and dares to look as good as he does.

Far Beyond the Ice and Snow by Kittens

Rating: T

Kylo Ren, a falcon shapeshifter, has lived alone in the far north for years, the remote location of his territory hindering any ability to have friends. Kylo doesn't care. Or at least, he doesn't until he has a chance meeting with another falcon shapeshifter who definitely doesn't belong out on the tundra.

Defender of a Cat by rudbeckia

Rating: T

How Kylo became Millicent’s saviour.

Stranger of My Imagination by shinysylver

Rating: M

“The New Republic High Court has outlawed capital punishment. You have been deemed guilty of the crime of genocide. There is no rehabilitation for you. By their order you have been sentenced to sleep for the rest of your natural life.”

Deemed too dangerous for prison, Kylo and Hux are stripped of their memories and sentenced to live out the rest of their lives in a specially constructed dream world. But can any prison truly hold them?

Skies burning with Thunder by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: M

Kylo takes Hux on a much needed and deserved holiday off ship.

Hux may be afraid of a thing or two - Kylo protects him.

Very soft murder husbands, though they're not married - at least not yet.

Fools in Your Garden by itsallaboutflowermetaphors

Rating: G

Ben and Armitage are sitting on the porch of Ben’s tree house, their feet dangling off the edge, as far away from all the people as possible. Leia doesn’t allow Ben to disappear into the house during family garden parties. It’s not proper.

Summertime Sadness by stardustmillenium

Rating: T

Summertime. Sunshine, friendship, laughter, and good times. That's what expect, right? Wrong.

This summer is not what Ren expected. Heartbreak and loss have taken over.

Art (SFW):

Some Kylux Titleception Work by Movielover52

Beasts in the Castle, Don’t Ever Wanna Grow Up, and Off to the Hunt by  katherine1753

So Long and Goodnight moodboard by  nerdherderette

Up All Night moodboard by  mysticmilkshakesublime

Stranger of my Imagination moodboard by  huxandthehound (fic by  shinysylver)

The Season is Calling moodboard by  nerdherderette

Far Beyond the Ice and Snow by  threewinterssnow

NSFW work under the cut.

Fics (NSFW)

Titty Titty Bang Bang (Bang Bang Bang!) by  Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: E

Kylo bangs Hux during their attack on Crait. A whole new context for "More! More! More!"

A Bootblack Mummy Wants Oral by Kylo_Rens_Slashed_Face (Tauntaun_Logistics)

Rating: E

Hux likes leather, really likes leather. He gets a bit - overzealous - while polishing Kylo's boots, so Kylo is forced to punish him in the "worst" way possible: by binding him up mummy-style and giving him head.

A Midsummer’s Night Cream by thewightknight

Rating: E

Kylo's text was unexpected but not unwelcome. Hux just hadn't gotten the memo that their relationship was progressing in such a fashion. Except wait .... 

Forced Perspective by Gamebird

Rating: E

Kylo Ren and Hux are stranded on a jungle world after negotiations go bad. Kylo is badly wounded, his life resting in Hux's treacherous hands. His take on the reasons for his survival are very different from Hux's. 

Cops and Robbers by BoStarsky

Rating: M

Ben likes his job, is proud of it, proud of carrying an FBI badge in his pocket and the cases he’s had a hand in solving. He’s good at his job. Or, he was until a string of robberies spanning the US landed in his lap, everything from elaborate jewelry heists to residential burglaries all tied back to one person. One person so elusive and infuriatingly untraceable that Ben might just be stuck on this case until one of them dies.

Kicking Eternity by cowboykylux

Rating: E

It was hot, Armitage Hux thought with a sigh as she sat in the front pew of her father’s church. Shifting in her seat, her leather boots scraped against the red dust of the earth that had been tracked in from the road just outside the church. It made a sound like sand in the bottom of a gold pan.

Armitage hated the sound. She did it again.

Footprints Among the Graves by LostSpaceCadetLeon

Rating: Not Rated

Hux is a serial killer who has taken Kylo under his wing. At one point Kyle had been one of Huxs targets but Hux decided to keep him after one fun night in a Graveyard that has now been dubbed their 'fun spot' to go. Much to Kylos surprise Hux gives up his reign of power just a bit to really enjoy his lover.

Take the Day by FruHallbera

Rating: E

As first meetings go, this is not the most romantic or the cutest of the bunch but it certainly is memorable.

Sprinkled or Glazed by LostSpaceCadetLeon

Rating: M

Astromorphology by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

Armitage Hux and Ben Solo are paired together for a very important project in University.

Old money vs. new money, rich boys who run different circles.

Awakening in my Nightmares by Heresetrash

Rating: E

Hux and Kylo swap bodies and are forced to commit to a temporary truce in order to figure out a solution. What starts out as a nightmare might turn out a lot more pleasant in the end.

by the sea, by the sea by GremlinGirl

Rating: E

Hux's ship sinks, leaving him in the open water. When he does wash up on an island in the middle of nowhere, he finds the residents odd. Ben especially, he finds, acts peculiar and speaks of things that are impossible. However, he is caught in his sway, and Hux has to play along to escape the island and get back to his ordinary life.

The Season is Calling by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Rating: E

When Armitage Hux woke up this morning, he never imagined that his eighteenth birthday would be spent like this: running through the woods with his clothes torn, slick between his legs, gun long-forgotten.

Ruination with Wings by imperialhuxness

Rating: E

Hux didn't intend to survive the capture of the Finalizer. His newly dethroned ex has other plans. ... “So you brought me along to face capture, trial, and eventual execution rather than letting me die honorably of my wounds,” Hux finishes for him. He affects frigidity, but his breath hitches anyway. Hux is the Order--he shouldn’t have outlived it. It would be like cutting a man in half and expecting him to grow a new head and shoulders.

Billionaire Pterodactyl Wants Oral by darktensh17

Rating: E

If anyone had told Armitage Hux that he would be on his knees before a billionaire slowly undoing his pants to give the man, a Mr. Kylo Ren, the best blowjob of his life (Hux wasn’t modest about his skills), for a large sum of cash. . . well Hux would have been very proud of himself honestly.

Now, if anyone had told him that billionaire also happed to be a large green pterodactyl, then he may have given some pause

The devil and the deep blue sea by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

When millionaire Ben Organa-Solo marries, he inherits a large plot of land that belonged to his grandfather, Anakin Skywalker. Family and friends are overjoyed but others may not be impressed with his choice, Rey.

There is something about the house, something about the land, something about the riverfront property.

a beautiful behind by DeviantDarkBelle

Rating: E

Kylo comes back from a mission planet side and finds Hux in the shower.

Kylo can't resist Hux's ass...

Dragons and Kittens by dreamyafterdark

Rating: M

Hux is driven to another routine assignment by Ren. But events take a turn for the very strange and eye-opening...

stargazer by TheSpaceCoyote

Rating: E

Now that Armitage Hux is ruling as emperor over the entire galaxy, he has time to breathe, sit back, and look at the stars.

Not Now, Boner by dreamyafterdark

Rating: E

Alternative Throne Room scene. Kylo comes to, but finds certain problems standing in his way when he tries to confront Hux.

So Long And Goodnight by AshGunnywolf

Rating: E

When Hux agreed to play for the Killing Tour, he knew he would be sharing a tour bus with another band called the Knights of Ren. He had no idea that the lead singer, Kylo Ren, is one of the most aggravating people he'd ever meet. He also had no idea that he shares a very unusual sort of experience with Kylo or that he has more in common with Kylo than he'd like to admit.

Up All Night by MyNickname_is_mysticmilkshake

Rating: E

Hux agrees to share an apartment with two friends Kylo and Poe. He regrets it, then he suffers. His roommates are sloppy, noisy and one of them doesn’t wear a shirt and has a body of a Greek god. Everything becomes much worse when three college kids arrive at their apartment. More noise, snide comments, and all Hux wants is a quiet place to rest. And he will get it. A small cabin near a lake. Far from the noisy city and all his problems, except one — the cabin belongs to his hot roommate, and he is going there with him. It’s Hux’s personal hell.

So Long and Good Night by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

Rating: E

AKA: The five times Hux said "no" and the one time he didn't.

Northern Fall by TechieHux

Rating: M

Ben has everything under control. Both of his secrets are safe, his grades are passable, and his mom isn't terrified of him anymore. It's a good life, but nothing quiets the ache in his bones.

Something is wrong. Something is missing.

And the key may just be his new neighbor.