#Pig Father AU

[amythefandomlover]

So, these are some of the AUs I've been working on and here are some summaries on what they are about, feel free to ask questionsif you have any, Draxum's son and TWOTBO already have fanfics out on wattpad.

Emotion burst AU: Mikey's fire powers start to get a bit out of hand as Mikey's emotions get more and more destructive, why? Maybe puberty? Who knows? But these huge fire explosions he's been causing has led to some pretty serious accidents already and none of his brothers really know how to help, Dr Delicate Touch was the one who would usually deal with these "emotional issues".

Foot Clan Mikey AU: one of many separate AUs where Mikey is taken in by the Foot Clan and raised with Cassandra, he is really short tempered and acts before thinking, which always leads to frustration, he is very emotional and if pushed too much, he cries of anger, he is very devoted to the Clan he was raised on and was convinced by the Foot Lieutenant that he would one day wear the dark armor, this really scares him, there is a clear difference between adoring a God like figure and becoming a God like figure.

Adrenaline cracks AU: Mikey is trapped by big mama and forced to fight in the Battle Nexus, and by using adrenaline boosters, Big mama makes him a walking killing machine always on survival mode, he fights to survive and is way too scared and stressed to think, reflect or process the actions he commits, from the moment he wakes up, to the moment he passes out asleep, it's all panic and tunnel vision, he can't recognize the people around him or anything at all, but his brothers can still save him.

Flushed away AU: Piebald's plan goes a little bit wrong and Mikey actually gets flushed, the net rips on their way down and poor Michelangelo slips off and falls, but not before she accidentally cuts off one of his legs while trying to catch him with her hook, as he is sent down the drains, his leg magically heals and he hits his head multiple times, this along with the trauma and psychological terror he had just gone through, his brain "flushes away" his memories as a defense mechanism and he passes out, when he woke up in the depths of the sewers, he has no idea what is going on, so he decides to explore the sewers on his own while his family desperately try to find him, he left the tracker at home so this makes it all the more difficult.

Pig Father AU: Meat sweats used to struggle a lot with his anger issues, until one day when he finds a small human like turtle laying on the streets one day and he simply takes it home and makes it his emotional support pet that grows to become his adoptive son, he is the only support he had when he got mutated by that nasty Oozequito on live TV for the whole world to see the monster he had become, they are as close as a father and son can be, even tho Kyle (name given to him by meat sweats) is quite scared of his father when he gets mad.

Hamato roots AU: Hamato Yoshi never fully left the Hamato family (that is now a kind of yakuza clan) but once he was mutated along with the four turtles, his relatives reached out to him, he didn't want them to know about the turtle so he put them to sleep and hid them in a box on the cabinet of his living room, when the relatives arrived, they all talked about what had happened to him and how they could help him through it, he denied the help, and as they were about to leave, Little Michelangelo crawled out of the cabinet, the relatives see the mutant baby and question Yoshi about it, and after some discussion, they make a deal where he will finally get rid of his responsabilities as he so wants, but for that to happen, he has to give up the turtle to fill in his place on the clan, he reluctantly agrees, Michelangelo is then taken to the main house, and the patriarch of the family takes a liking on the creature and adopts him as his own son, making him the next in charge of the Hamato clan, he is raised strictly but with the lot of love and taught all about Japanese culture and traditions, becoming a perfect and noble successor.

Mixes species AU: Baron Draxum rescued Lou Jitsu and sneakily steals some of his blood for DNA samples for him to experiment on his brand new creations, he creates small gemstones with ground minerals and DNA from the strongest creatures of the planet, humans and turtles, all through the power of alchemy, he plants the gems like seed until they form fully formed warrior but something goes wrong, they come out as children!!! Lou Jitsu is mutated and eventually found out about his plans and decides to save the baby turtles and raise them on his own, they grow up like normal people, but their lifespan is larger than any human could ever handle, so they practically stopped aging at 14 years old (and yeah, they're all the same age now.), now he has to raise these super powerful and basically indestructible creatures as normal children.

[doodleswithangie]

T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E SAY IT TO MY FACE YOU WANT TO INFLUENCE ME

in honor of the global livestream of the Terrible Influence Tour! if seeing it live was an experience, then watching it back confirmed it wasn't a fever dream - and i loved every second of it. (bonus AU/NZ fits under the cut below!)

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Image one: Dan and Phil on the Terrible Influence Tour set made of television monitors and LED lights. Their limbs tangle together as they crammed in the central monitor in their default tour outfits. The lighting is blue and white, and the tv screens all say, "TERRIBLE INFLUENCE."

Image two: Dan and Phil pull shocked faces. The tv screens all say "GAY" in rainbow font, with rainbow lighting.

Image three: Dan and Phil are dressed in boxing gear, and Phil dons a silicon muscle suit. The tv screens say, "TIT," "TEAM DAN," and "TEAM PHIL," with the lighting split between red and blue.

Image four: Dan and Phil are dressed as Sister Daniel and Father Philip. The tv screens say in neon text "CONFESS NOW," "SINS," "AMEN," "CONFESS YOUR SINS," "REPENT", and "SINNERS CORNER" with red lighting.

Image five: Dan and Phil with a megaphone and the Golden Pig for the finale. The tv screens all have vaporwave imagery with red and purple lighting.

Image six: Dan and Phil wearing their Australian and New Zealand tour outfits, pulled together from their suitcases.

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[slut4hee]

Prize Possession

{Paring: Club Owner Jeong Yunho x Blk Stripper Fem! Reader

{Genre: pure dirty smut, strip club au, mafia au, a little angst, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: You’re just a small town girl, who’s never had it easy in life. That’s until you started working at the Sparkle City nightclub, where you meet Jeong Yunho one of the most richest and dangerous mafia bosses in the city.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it), creampie, choking, big dick yunho!!backshots, missionary (with the silver chain hanging yup teehee), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, breeding dirty talk, pet names, Yunho is nasty nasty, mentions of murders, alcohol consumption, lmk if I missed anything bookies<33

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“FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT” You shouted at your good for nothing ex boyfriend. You had just caught him cheating in your shared bedroom, sleeping around with the bitch he clearly told you not to worry about. You should have seen this coming though, all the late nights in, the constant excuses on why he always smelled like another women’s perfume.

You were so over his all his bullshit, all the lies, and all the sleepless nights you cried yourself to sleep, you were truly done. Tears streamed down your face, as you tugged your heavy luggage down the steps of the apartment complex, but you weren���t crying of a broken heart, it was tears of exhaustion.

You were already so numb to the pain you’ve been through in your life, that something like cheating was so minor to you. The only thing running through your mind is where you would lay your head tonight, you were broke as fuck, only 200 to your name which was not enough to get you by for the remaining of the week.

“Fuck this shit, I can’t believe I let myself go through that shit for so long” You said to yourself, as you set on the curve of the road, laying out your options and contemplating what the hell you were going to do. You could check yourself into a motel for tonight, but that would only get you by for the night, plus that would take all you have.

You pulled out your phone, opening up your contact list and scrolling down, until you stopped at your best friend’s contact name. Your finger hovered over the screen, as you contemplated whether you should call her or not, you genuinely didn’t want to bother her but she was the only person you could call.

You didn’t have your parents, your mom died when you were only thirteen years old, and when that happened your father also lost himself, turning to alcohol and drugs. You finally said fuck it and dialed her number, and after three rings she picked up the call.

“What’s up girl, let me guess that motherfucker ain’t came home yet?” Your best friend Nini asked, you could tell she wasn’t home by the loud music playing in the back, she must be at work.

“Hey Ni girl, I just caught his bitch ass cheating on me, with the bitch from down the street” You sighed, disgusted with yourself to even call that pig your ex boyfriend.

“Noo, are you serious right now, with that hoe Makayla or whatever the fuck her name is” Nini said in disbelief, you shivered as you started to feel your body getting cold by the late night breeze, reminding yourself that you were currently homeless.

“So where are you now love bug?” Nini inquired, you bit your lip nervously, hesitant to tell her that you have no where to go, but Nini would never judge you so you just let her know straight up.

“Bitch I’m on the curve of the road right now, I don’t have nowhere to go Ni” You said, you were genuinely so embarrassed to tell your best friend that, feeling the tears starting to prick at your waterlines.

“Oh my god girl, why are you just hanging out by the side of the road this late at night, are you crazy? I tell you what, I’m gonna get you a ride to my spot and you can crash as long as you want okay?” Nini said, you fought back your tears before thanking her and telling her much you appreciated her, without Nini you don’t know where you would be right now.

Not long after the Uber had picked you up from your shitty little town, and brought you to Nini’s high rise apartment in the city. Nini was a stripper, so she could afford to live like this, you on the other hand was barely making it. Some parts of you thought about becoming a stripper, but you just weren’t that type of girl, no judgement though especially to your best friend. But honest truth, you couldn’t see yourself becoming a stripper.

Oh so you thought….

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Nini wasn’t going to be home until later on tonight, she was working a late night shift, so she just gave you the passcode to her apartment and told you to make yourself at home. Her apartment was so spacious and luxurious, you hope one day you could call a place like this your home as well.

You sat your stuff down as you settled in, it was a two bedroom apartment, so you obviously took the guest room. Your stomach growled, reminding you that you haven’t eaten a single thing, since this morning. You thought the least you could do is buy you and your bestie food, so you settled on ordering Chinese takeout.

It was around 2 in the morning when you finally heard the keypad buttons being pressed, indicating Nini was finally home. You were already lounging on the couch, so you greeted her when she came in.

“Hey girl, so good to see you boo, long day at work?” You stood up from the couch, walking over to her and embracing her in a tight hug. She returned your hug with a little snuggle in your neck, sighing exhaustingly.

“Yes girl, we were packed tonight, we have this deal on the weekends, where you can get a free lap dance if you drop a band tip” She said tiredly, spotting the takeout boxes and helping herself to it.

“I’m guessing you had a lot of request huh?” You said cheeky, winking at her playfully. She rolled her eyes at your childishness, stuffing her face like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“Not to bring it up again, but I can’t believe that little ass boy played you like that” She said muffled, the food still being stuffed in her mouth. You sighed and rolled your eyes, before plopping back down on the couch.

“Yeah girl same, but it’s whatever fuck him, I’m done playing with little boys like him, who claim they’re real men when they’re not. All I’m thinking about is finding another job” You said, you had recently quit your other job, because it just got too stressful for you.

“How about you come work with me at Sparkle City?” Nini said a little hesitantly, she’s brought it up to you before, but of course you shot her down, so of course she expected the same response.

You started to actually think real hard about it, I mean could it really be that bad, I mean your best does it so it couldn’t be that big of a deal.

“I don’t know about that Ni, I mean do I even meet the requirements, plus you know how I feel about putting my body on display” You said, and quickly apologizing after, you didn’t want it to sound like an insult but Nini never took offense she knew you didn’t mean any harm.

“Just think about it baby, you’ll be making hella bank like me, plus with a body like that you’ll for sure make a killing” Your best friend reassured you, she’s always hyping you up, when you start to feel insecure or belittle yourself. But she knew it was caused by trauma, you went through in your past.

“I tell you what, come with me to work tomorrow night, and just check the place out to see if it would be something you’re up for” She said understandably, you nodded before going back to thinking real hard about her offer, you honestly loved the idea of making tons of cash, and being able to take good care of yourself because you fucking deserved it.

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The day went by fast and it was time for Nini to go to work, you don’t know why you were so nervous, it’s not like you’ve never been to a strip club before. But you guess, it was because this was possibly going to be your new job now. You and Nini got ready, and headed to Sparkle City, one of the most famous nightclubs in the city.

When you walked inside the club, you were immediately hit with different fumes of smells, some smelling of weed, alcohol, sweat, and different scents of perfumes and colognes. The club was actually really nice, the lights dim with a shade of purple, and the vibes of the place gave off a vintage yet modern style.

“ I have to go get ready, I just got word that one of my regulars are here, aka the one who literally pays all my bills” She stuck her tongue out playfully at you, before disappearing in the back. You on the other hand, you made your way over to the bar, ordering a drink you could barely afford, and taking in the scenery of the place.

As you’re sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but get the feeling someone’s staring at you. You turned around, to check your surroundings, and that’s when your eyes landed on him. A South Korean gentleman, tall and handsome with an aura that was so intimidating.

His gaze was intense yet, nonchalant as a little smirk was plastered across his face. You tried to look away but it’s like you were paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle. That’s when someone finally knocked you out of trance, another handsome gentleman, but not as handsome as Mr tall and mysterious.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself, sitting here all alone by herself for?” The man inquired, taking a seat next to you.

“I’m just enjoying the vibes” You simply said, taking another sip of your drink. You don’t know why, but you found yourself looking back over at the tall gentleman’s direction, his gaze still on you, but this time his smirk was a lot more noticeable almost amusing as he raised an eyebrow at you.

The guy next to you offered to buy you a drink and of course you took the offer, I mean who were you to turn down free drinks. The whole time you kept stealing glances at the tall handsome man, even though he was accompanied by two beautiful women on his lap, his attention was solely focused on you.

Suddenly he whispered something to the two women in their ears, before they got up from his lap and dismissed themselves. His eyes never left yours, in fact it’s like he called you over without exchanging any words or gestures. You just found yourself getting up from your seat, and making your way over to his section, totally ignoring the other guy asking where are you going.

Now that you were up closer, you could finally make out just how fucking sexy he was, his sliver hair, and lips plump and pink. His eyes were so pretty and intriguing, and don’t even get you started on his style, dressed in all black paired with a whole bunch of jewelry, you could tell he was rich.

“What took you so long baby, kept staring at me but kept me waiting so long” His deep voice caused shivers to run down your spine, fuck this man was going to be the death of you already, and you didn’t even fucking know him.

“Correction sir, you were staring at me” You said, trying to sound confident but your voice wavered a bit, he was making you so nervous and imitated. He let out a little chuckle, and fuck was it the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard, you were ready to drop your panties then and there.

“You stared back sweetheart, I guess we’re both guilty” He said softly, smirking at you with that fucking look, god he’s so fine you thought, if it meant he came to this club all the time, then who’s the person you need to see to apply!

“Are you here all alone baby girl?” He suddenly asked, tilting his head to side, as he checked you out from head to toe, waiting for your answer. You bit your lip nervously, before answering his question.

“No, my friend strips here, I’m just tagging along” You simply said, subconsciously scooting closer to him. He noticed, and smiled before scooting himself closer as well, and at this point you’re almost in his lap.

“Who’s your friend? And I haven’t seen you around here before, are you thinking about working here as well?” He inquired, placing his hand on your thigh, just resting it there but to you it was setting you off, heat rushing to your cheeks and core. His hands were so big, you could imagine how they would feel wrapped your ne-

“Hmm?” He hummed, knocking you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Oh um, her name is Nini, and yes I’m thinking about stripping here” You said a little hesitantly, you didn’t really feel too great giving out your best friend’s name, and telling a complete sexy stranger your plans of applying to work here, but it’s like you were under some spell just by the look in his eyes.

“Mmm I see, first time stripper eh?” He said, voice so deep but smooth like butter. You raised your eyebrow at him, how did he know you never stripped before.

“And how would you know I’ve never stripped before, I could be a pro you know” You said matter of fact, he chuckled softly again, shaking his head at your cuteness. Of course he could tell you were a beginner, just be the way you looked so tense.

“I just can tell mama, definitely don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, are you sure you want to step into this lifestyle? It can get pretty dangerous in this territory” He leaned over to you and whispered those words in your ear. You felt a chill run down your spine, both from being turned on by his hot breath on your neck, and the meaning behind his words.

“I’m a big girl I can take it, thank you very much” You replied, trying to sound tough and confident as possible. He just smirked and chuckled at you, before getting up from the velvet couch.

“Then I hope to see your pretty face around here then, I could get used to that you know” He simply said, before sparing you one last look, as he disappeared somewhere in the club. You don’t know why, but his words laid heavy on your conscious, did he know something? Who was he? why did he seem so informed with everything?

The night came to an end, and you ended up putting in an application and getting interviewed by one of the staff members, he was another South Korean gentleman, long black silky hair, and fine fine. He told you that they would get back to you, after your background check comes back clean and that would decide if you get hired or not.

Two days had passed and you finally got a call back saying your background check came back clean, and you were hired. You were happy you got the job, but you were super nervous, you didn’t really know how to work the pole and you didn’t even know how everything’s supposed to work.

Luckily you had Nini, she’s been stripping since she was 19, and she’s definitely a pro. She has a pole in her room, so she allowed you to practice with it, and honestly you’ve always been a fast learner, so you learned the basics pretty quickly.

Friday night came fast, it was officially your first day as a dancer, and you were anxious as fuck. Nini was a good support system though, making sure you were okay, showing you around the locker room and laying down the important rules that applied to the dancers.

“So what color are you going to wear for your first session, red always looks good on you boo” Nini said, as she applied her makeup. You smiled at her, before holding up both the red and the pink to your naked body in the mirror, as you contemplated on what color you should wear.

You decided on red of course, it just brought out your skin tone, pretty smooth brown skin, in red lingerie. You couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable though, the outfit you were wearing was nothing but provocative, a thin little lace thong and a red corset top. You did look so good though, titties sitting up nicely in your top, and your plump ass on full display.

Finally it was your turn to go on stage, and you started to freak out a little. You swallowed your nerves down the best way you could, before making your way to the stage, your six inch heels clicking as you walked. You hoped that they would play a song that you knew, just to make it easier for you to move to the beat.

Luckily for you, they were playing The Party & The After Party by The Weekend, one of your favorite songs and something slow you could work with. As the song played, you got lost in the music, swaying your curvy hips as you rolled your body down the silver pole

You could feel all the attention on you and honestly it felt good, which was a feeling you didn’t expect to feel, money and praise being thrown at you, as you moved your ass left to right. Finally you looked out to the crowd, and that’s when you laid eyes on none other than the gentleman before.

He had the same exact piercing gaze, but this time it was different, his eyes were dark with lust, hunger, and curiosity. You played along as you kept eye contact with him, bending over on the pole, as you wiggled your ass nicely. He shifted in his seat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and if you weren’t seeing things, he mumbled a curse under his breath.

Your dance came to an end, and your made your way backstage, where Nini and some the other girls complimented you on your first dance.

“Damn girl, if I was a man I’ll definitely be hard as a rock right now” one of the other strippers, Lala said. You giggled at her comment, and thanked her.

“No seriously, you did an amazing job sweets, even Mr Jeong came to watch your first performance” Nini said, you looked at her confused, and she snorted, she totally forgot to run that by you about who the boss is, literally the most important part.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot to tell you about who runs this place, so his name is Jeong Yunho, he’s the owner of Sparkle City, he’s also know as Black Demon. One of the most dangerous and feared men in the city” Nini said with no hesitation, meanwhile you’re about to have a panic attack, what do you mean you’re working for a mafia boss?!

You’ve heard of the name Black Demon, even back in your small city, you remember reading about all the possible murders, that are all supposed to link back to him. That brings you back to the night that gentleman said those words to you, and now you knew just what he meant.

“How does he look, is he some creepy old Italian guy, who walks with a cane” You said seriously, but all the others laughed at your remark.

“No silly, he’s actually pretty young and handsome, but he’s really tall, like tall tall and he’s Korean. Oh, and he has silver hair” Nini said nonchalantly, your eyes widened as you registered her words, the gentleman you met at the club the other night, was the owner of this nightclub and he’s in the fucking mafia.

You quickly pulled Nini to side, whispering shouting at her, about why she didn’t let you know beforehand that you were going to working under a criminal.

“You could have at least told me, what I was getting myself into girl, what if something was to happen here” You said, you weren’t really upset, just a little terrified of the possibility of danger here.

“I didn’t think you would mind, plus what type of people do you think run these types of places, CEOs and government workers?” She said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at her scoffed.

“No, but maybe just regular people, not deadly killers like him, do you know how many people he’s had killed” you exclaimed a little to loud for Nini’s liking, she quickly grabbed you by the arm, shushing you and taking you somewhere more secluded.

“Fuck Y/n, you can’t just be saying shit like that here, you really gotta watch what comes out of your mouth around here. If that shit gets back to Mr Yunho, both of heads will be on a sliver platter” She said with all seriousness, no hint of playfulness in her tone. You felt an eerie chill run down your spine, as you nodded in agreement.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, you had two dances the whole night, and just from those two performances alone you made $500 In total, that would have took you two weeks to make at a regular 9-5, but with stripping you made it in just a day.

You could definitely get used to this lifestyle, continuous money showers raining down on you, all from that shaking a little ass, and popping a titty? It was simply so easy. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t on edge the whole time though, the new found information you got from Nini, was all starting to make sense.

You actually took time, to really look around the place, and it was all so obvious. Men dressed in all black suits, with guns on their hips, and the rule of not being all to enter the boss’s office without permission. You could also tell drug deals goes on here, a bunch of corporate executives and CEO’s, disappearing into the secret room, only to come out looking high out their minds.

Finally your long shift ended, and your feet were killing you, you don’t how these girls around here lasted everyday wearing these tall ass heels. You gave the club their percentage, and took the rest for yourself. You threw back on your regular clothes, and waited for Nini, to get finished with her private session, she was one of the popular dancers, so she had a lot of rich ass regulars that always came and spent hella money for a private lap dance.

You decide to reward yourself with a nice little drink, the fruity alcoholic beverage hitting the spot after a long day of standing on your feet. As you’re enjoying your drink, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, and that’s when you turned around and you were faced with the same man who interviewed for the job.

“Miss Y/n, the boss has requested your presence to his office” The man simply said, his stone cold expression giving you chills, your heart started to beat out of your chest, why did Mr Jeong want to see you? Were you in trouble? Are you going to die? Did someone overhear you and Nini’s conversation from earlier.

All those thoughts started to run through your head at once, as you nervously nodded your head, and stood from your seat following him into the back of the club. Your palms were so sweaty, and your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, were you about to die? He led you down a long vintage looking hallway, stopping two tall double doors.

“You may enter, boss is waiting for you inside” The man said, before turning away from you, and standing by the door like a statute. You assumed he was one of Yunho’s men. Your hands were shaky, as you hesitated to push the doors open, you didn’t know what you were about to face and it scared the living hell out of you.

Finally you pushd the doors open, and you were hit with a faint smell of an incense burning, his office was more like a lounge, vintage furnished and expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. There was even a pole in the middle of the room, and not to mention, the big liquor cabinet, with tons of expensive glasses and brown liquor.

You made your way around the corner, and there he was, lounging on the couch as held one of the expensive looking glasses in his hand, half full of some type of brown liquor. He was clad in a black button down shirt, with some of buttons opened to see his chest, and black slacks that showed the outline of his skinny waist.

“Y-you wanted to see me sir?” You stuttered, barely managing to get your words out. He grinned softly, as he twirled the brown sustenance around in his cup.

“Would you like to have a drink with me” He said softly, gesturing you towards the spot next to him on the couch. You managed to walk over and take a seat next to him, your legs felt stiff, like they were going to give out on you any minute.

He grabbed you a glass off the table and poured bourbon whiskey inside of it. You’ve never had whiskey before, it was way too expensive to buy, but he had a whole case full of it.

“I hope you don’t mind taking whiskey, it’s the only thing I drink” He said, staring deep into your eyes as he handed you the drink.

“I’ve never had whiskey before, but all about trying new things” You said before, holding the glass up to your nose and smelling it. The scent was strong, and you could tell it was going to burn your throat, but being a pussy was not in your nature. Yunho watched you carefully the whole time, watching as you down the shot of whiskey.

And just how you imagined, the brown liquor burned the hell out of your throat, your eyes watering like hell. Yunho smirked at you in amusement, you were an intriguing little thing, taking a whiskey neat shot like a champ, he was so turned on by you.

You cleared your throat before breaking the silence, the room was starting to grow hot, the tension in the room was beginning to feel overwhelming.

“I didn’t know you owned this club” You said carefully, trying not to make full eye contact with him, his presence was so dangerous for you, his aura was addicting and you were eating it all up. You’ve never felt so weak for a man, like you do for Yunho, he makes you want to submit to him, makes you want to serve him like he’s your master.

“You seemed like a smart girl, thought you would’ve been able to read between lines bunny” He said, voice husky and slightly raspy from drinking the whiskey, you fought to keep your composure, your things starting to rub together at the nicknames he was giving you.

You swallowed your hard, not trusting your own voice to say another word, you just looked around timidly, waiting to see what his motive was. And that’s when he said that…

“Dance for me” He suddenly said, staring at you with an unreadable expression, your eyes widened as you stared back at him in shock. Did he really just ask you to dance for him?

“Y-you want me to dance for you?” You repeated, starting to squirm nervously in your seat. He simply nodded, biting his bottom lip, as he laid his back against the couch, relaxing his shoulders. You sat there in silence at first, trying to process everything at once, it’s not like you could tell him no, Could you tell him no? You thought to yourself as you pondered and pondered.

“I want you to repeat the same dance you did earlier, but this time can we make it a little bit more interesting shall we?” He smirked, taking another shot of whiskey, you could tell he was tipsy by the way his pupils were now blown out and glassy.

“Make it interesting how?” You inquired, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. He grabbed a small black remote, dimming the lights of the room changing it to the same shade of red like you had for your stage dance.

“Do it naked, just for me” He replied, you almost choked on your own spit, he wants you to dance naked for him, is he out of his mind?!

“I don’t think that’s appropriate sir, I can’t” You said, yes he was fine and yes he was a mafia leader, but you still had respect for yourself, or so you thought…

“You know baby, I don’t usually take to the dancers that work at my club, but you baby, you been driving me insane since I first laid eyes on you” He said, you do remember Nini telling you that Yunho never slept or interacted sexually with any of them, of course there were plenty of the girls who threw themselves at him, but he always turned them down.

“You’re telling me I’m special huh” You said, starting to feel less nervous and anxious because of his intriguing words.

“Yes, indeed you are baby girl, now be a good girl and get up there and dance for me” He smirked, as he poured himself another drink, waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. You got up from the couch, and made your way over to the pole. Yunho stared shamelessly at your ass, as it jiggled when you walked.

He pressed play on the music, and the beat of the song came through the speakers of the lounge. You started to slowly strip out of your clothes, luckily your regular clothes consisted of a pair of booty shorts and a lace crop top. You turned around and bent over, your ass facing him as you slowly eased out of your thong.

Yunho let out a quiet groan, shifting around in his seat, as he adjusted his legs. You could tell the effect you had on him, boy were you letting it go over your head, you swayed and rolled your body just like you did on stage, Yunho was watching so intently, taking another sip from his drink, as he enjoyed your dirty dancing.

You swirled around the pole, doing the tricks that Nini taught you, and then you hopped off the pole and made your way over to him. You stood right in front of him, as you shake your ass and danced provocatively. He spread his legs, and you took the hint now giving him a lap dance as you grind and twerk your ass in his lap.

You could feel how hard he was, cock straining painful through his slacks, begging for some sort of relief. As much as you loved and respected him for just watching and enjoying without touching, you wanted him to touch you, to feel his big strong hands on your body.

“Mmm touch me baby” You said, your pussy now leaking onto his slacks, you were so turned on from this, and so was he. He bit his lip harshly, before going to rub on your ass and waist, you were such a sinful sight.

“God fucking damnit, you’re making it difficult to resist you right now baby” He groaned, squeezing your asscheeks and spreading them apart to look at your wet glistening folds. You moaned softly, as he spread your pussy lips apart, to see how tight and small your hole is.

“Then don’t resist sir, take me please” You begged shamelessly, Yunho could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his boxers, it was not like him to fuck one of his dancers, but you weren’t just a dancer to him, you were the women he’s been searching for all along, he was so weak in the knees for you.

“Do you know what you’re asking for bunny, and who you are dealing with?” He hissed in pleasure, you full on dry humping him now, the friction from his clothed cock, turning you on to the max.

“I don’t care how dangerous you are, I don’t care that you are bad for me, I just w-wan you now” You whined, feeling yourself getting shamelessly close to your high, you were about to get off by dry humping him, it felt too fucking good to stop now. He halted your movements, and you let out a desperate whine, you thought he was rejecting you until he suddenly manhandled you into the couch.

“Fuck I can’t hold back anymore, can’t resist such a pretty little fucking slut like you darling, such a nasty little thing, about to make a mess all over my pants with that wet pussy” He groaned, spreading your asscheeks, before spitting directly on your pussy, and licking a strip of your pussy.

Your back arched, as you gripped the edges of the couch, the feeling of his wet long tongue was like no other, it’s been so long since you’ve had your pussy eaten, and Yunho just happened to be a fucking pro at it!

“Oh fuck, oh fuck please right there” You moaned shamelessly, he sucked and licked on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whole body was trembling with pleasure, as you looked back at see his face buried beneath your asscheeks.

“Fuck mama, pussy taste so damn good, shit could eat your up all night” He said muffled, now tongue fucking your tight little hole, like it was his cock. You let out a pathetic scream, the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute now, you couldn’t believe how fast he was about to make you come undone on his face.

“You gonna come on my face pretty thing, that’s right make a fucking mess on daddy’s face” He growled, sliding one of his digits inside your tight cunt. Your pussy clenched violently around his finger, you could feel this hot tingling feeling in your lower abdomen, you’ve never felt this feeling before and you knew you were about to cum so hard.

“Daddy! Oh my god I’m cumming” You whined loudly, the knot in your stomach finally coming unraveled, as you squirted your essence all over his face. Your legs were trembling, you were panting like crazy, and you felt so embarrassed squirting all over his face like that.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was going to squirt” you said weakly, you were already so fucked out, but you guys were far from being done, you needed his big cock inside your greedy pussy.

“No don’t apologize for being a good girl for daddy, that was so fucking hot” He groaned, standing up from his knees, as he started to unbuckle his pants, dropping down to his ankles. The outline of his cock in his boxers was huge, you were definitely intimidated by his size but also so fucking turned on by it.

“Gonna let me fuck this tight pussy raw baby?” He grunted, freeing himself of out of the confines of his boxers, as his dick spring free, the top flushed red and leaking precum. You looked back at him and nodded eagerly, wiggling your ass to entice him. He groaned loudly, before rubbing his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby p-please, stick it in, need your cock so badly” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to feel his thick cock, rearranging your guts. He smacked your asscheek, and you yelped at the sting of it. Finally after what seemed like eternity, you felt his mushroom tip nudging your tight hole, your little pussy struggling to accommodate his massive size.

“Oh shit! Oh my god wait, too fucking big” You whined, pushing back at his stomach for him to give you a minute. He chuckled softly in amusement, landing a harsh smack to your asscheek, as he rubbed soothing circles on the same spot.

“You can take it bunny, remember your words, you’re big girl you can take it” He cooed, pushed your face into the couch, as he started to push his length inside your fluttering walls. The stretch was intense, it felt you were being split in half, if it wasn’t for how wet your pussy was, it would have been impossible to fit.

After a couple more pushes he was fully nestled inside you, standing still to let you adjust to his size, and you could feel his throbbing cock pulsating. He let out a deep groan, trying to hold himself back, from fucking into you roughly.

“Fuuuckk, this pussy so tight and warm, shit tell me when to move baby girl” He hissed, as your pussy clenched snugly around his length. Eventually the pain started to turn into pleasure, and you were ready for him to ruin you.

“You can move now daddy” You moaned, pushing your ass against his pelvis, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. He pulled almost out of your wet pussy, until he slammed back in, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Hnmphhhh, Ohh my god Yunho, your cock so fucking good” You moaned loudly, gripping onto the couch for dear life, as he starts to fuck into you. Yunho eyes rolled to back of his head, your pussy felt incredible around his cock, all tight and warm.

“Look at you, such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a good little whore” He growled, setting a brutal pace, as he starts to beat your pussy in. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you’re pretty sure his bodyguard could hear you getting your guts rearranged.

“Yes daddy, I’m your good little whore” You screamed out, as Yunho pulled you by the hair, forcing your body to lay flushed to his chest, as he pounds relentlessly into your weeping cunt.

“That’s right all fucking mines, nobody can fucking have you, you belong to me now understood?” He spat, as he manhandled your body to a different position, somehow not sliding out of you. You were now laying on your back, face to face with him, ad he hovered on top of you.

He barely gave you time to breathe, as starting to pound into you again. Your eye rolled to back of your head, and you screamed In silence, he was fucking the shit out of you, all you could do was lay there and take it like the good whore you are.

“Yunho! S-slow down, I’m going to cum again fuck” You whined, that same tingling feeling returning, as you neared your high for the 2nd time tonight. The sight of Yunho tall frame above your small one, rocking his hips back and forth, as his silver diamond chain dangled over your face.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last any longer, I wanna breed this pussy, stuff you full of my babies and ruin you for anyone who tried to take what’s mines” He said, you could barely hear what he was saying, your mind was in another dimension as he fucked you into an oblivion.

Like clockwork, he hit your pressure point, that spot inside you that makes everything feel fuzzy. Your legs were shaking violently, as he slammed into your g-spot over and over, and finally you felt the band snap in your stomach snap. You came hard around his dick, squirting and creaming like crazy.

He followed shorty after, letting out a guttural groan, as he emptied out his once full balls inside your spent cunt. His big body collapsed on the side of you, the both of you panting heavily, and trying to catch each other’s breath.

You could feel his cum oozing out of your abused hole, the feeling was so uncomfortable in the worst way. He got up from the couch, disappearing into the bathroom, and coming out with a box of tissues. You laid there weak, as you watched him wipe the remnants of his cum, that oozed out on your thighs and legs.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, normally you never received aftercare, not even your ex boyfriend took the time to do this for you. You couldn’t believe a stone cold killer like Yunho, was being sweet to you like this, you were whipped.

Finally he broke the silence, grabbed you by your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“I hope you didn’t think I was playing with you baby, you really belong to me now “ He said seriously, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You smiled like an idiot, snuggling your face into his neck.

“Good because I’m not going anywhere, I’m yours” You simply said, pecking him on his cheek, he locked eyes with you, and this time it wasn’t that unreadable stone cold expression. It was replaced with something more softer, love and warmth.

You knew what you were getting yourself into falling for a man like Jeong Yunho, but you didn’t care, you were in love with a criminal with no shame.

“𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭” 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝.

The End…

A/n: Someone pass me a cigarette real quick 🚬 😩 this is so toe curling, pussy popping good!!! I been wanting to release a fic about Yunho for so long and I finally did it😛 we cheered! Ladies and gentlemen I’m afraid this is a nasty one be prepared to change your sheets🫦 not proofreading shii🫶🏽

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˗ˏˋ Historical Au: Slave!Jinwoo x Noble!Reader ◛⑅˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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‼️[ TW: Slavery, Violence, Yandere Jinwoo, Familial Abuse, strong language. Please don't read this fic if it is triggering or uncomfortable for you. I do not condone slavery nor do encourage such acts. This is simply a work of fiction ]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Cai Bot Link ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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"A gift for you, my dear child" Your father mused as an 18 year old teenager, tattered and chained, was dragged to the floor and forced to kneel in-front of you Jinwoo looked up at you with expressionless gray eyes, his face was covered in dirt and his shirt was extremely filthy. "Hi." Jinwoo greeted you humbly.

"Father!" You shrieked, flicking the fabrics of your dress as you hurriedly knelt towards the slave and tried to support his limp figure.

He was hardly even concious with his bleary and sleepy eyes, his clothes are covered in grime and dirt as his face was dusted with blood and something else. He looked not much older nor younger than you, and yet all this man was made of was skin and bones.

"Why so upset, my dear?" Your father sneers, humming as he swirls a glass of wine in his his hand. "It's your birthday after all. Daddy thought that should be gifted, no?"

"But I didn't ask for a slave or anything at all!" You protest, only to be met by a domineering glare that instantly made you close your mouth.

"Be grateful, you goddamn pig" He bites, making you feel even more terrified than you already were. "If it weren't for the fact your fucking wench of a mother making a goddamn fuss before dying you wouldn't be here. The least you could do is accept whatever the fact I give you"

He calms down, continuing "That child was only a few silver coins. If you dont want him I could always give him to your sisters or work him to death."

"N-no!" You protest immediately, shivering at the thought of what your father might decide to do. "I-I'll keep him... I'll take care of him."

"There's a good girl," He chuckles, "Start with the imprinting."

You gulp, anxiously looking at Jinwoo who was tired beside you, he looked like he just wanted to to be done with everything.

"Your... Uhm..." His eyes would sweep towards you with an empty grey gaze. "Name?"

"Jinwoo." He says shortly.

"Alright, uhm, Jinwoo..." You hold your palm out. "It'll tickle, I have't done this before s-so—"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, stretching his scarred left hand towards yours and pressing it together.

You tremble at the touch, not of disgust— But instead you were nervous. If you screw this up, you might get another beating or worse,... Something might happen to Jinwoo.

So with the little mana you hold; you started pouring energy out as a soft gentle light comes as the brilliant and pretty things somehow turned into pitch black and purple shadows— Twisting and churning before attaching themselves to both of your ring fingers.

Jinwoo seemed unamused, but your father certainly was.

"Now, get out of my sight" Your father simply said after recovering from the spectacle. "Your sisters are about to arrive, you bring a sour expression to their wonderful faces, so leave"

You could only respond with a polite bow as you helped Jinwoo up to his feet and guided him out of the main house.

There wasn't even a carriage prepared for the both of you as you silently walked towards the far west inside a forest and then finally arriving at a crude but somehow decent looking manor.

Jinwoo watched and followed you as you guided him to a dusty bedroom and sat him down before fetching a small chest with ointments and bandages. Though his gaze was still empty, he was looking at you with curiosity, wondering why exactly you're doing this.

"I'm your slave," Jinwoo breaks the silence. "Aren't you supposed to leave this to your servants?"

"Hahah... Sorry." You apologize, making him quirk up an eyebrow. "Your master is pathetic, I have no servant in my name."

He doesn't question that situation, instead asking; "Then why do it yourself? I can patch myself up just fine."

"Maybe... Because I feel guilty?" You fidget, applying ointment on him after wiping his arm. "It's my... Birthday and yet because of it you're here. I'm sorry."

"Don't." He simply said, not meeting your eyes as he looks out to the distant skies. outside your broken window. "It's not your fault. And besides, here is better than just wherever."

The silence ensues, nothing much being said any further as you directed Jinwoo to an empty room. He was given a decent place to sleep in. It was odd, since this bedroom seemed more comfortable compared to yours that was even more shabby and dusty.

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It an odd situation, not once did you have ever treat Jinwoo as a slave, you were often on your own in your little garden at the backyard and farming vegetables for both of you to eat.

Jinwoo actively avoided you for quite a while, before deciding that since he lives with you and is technically leeching off of you— He might as well be useful.

And in those days where he helped you, the walls that Jinwoo had built around himself crumbled the more time passed by.

For a while, he was happy, you were happy.

You were both happy.

That was until you had to attend a gathering with your family that had abandoned you.

Of course, you had to dress in your shabby and outdated dress, to which everyone in the ballroom responds with mockery and spite. Jinwoo expected it, sure he's mad, but there's nothing he could do since he is nothing more but a damn slave who cant even defend his own master.

With heads hung low like cowards, the both of you decided to just stay in a corner and be as far away from any and all interactions. It went well for the first hour.

Admiring the brilliant lights and listening to wonderful music around you. Nobility is truly such a beautiful thing, golden plates, silver spoons, brilliant and gleaming jewels stitched into fine fabrics made by highly respectable and sought after tailors.

Jinwoo wanted to admire the scene with you, he truly did.

After all, he spent most of his days being dragged through the mud, his body being flogged over and over just for the fun of a drunk knight, or worse— Hard labour with only a piece of bread you can barely chew on due to how hard it is.

Compared to the grueling days he spent sleeping on the dirt, compared to the devastation he had as he cradled his dearly beloved little sister's corpse when she died of starvation— The sight of these luxurious tiles is mercy upon his pitiful soul.

...

Jinwoo's face drained of it's colours as he watches your elder sister yell at you for simply trying to greet her. A simple greet.

That was all it took for you to be on your knees frantically saying sorry with your voice as humble and as quiet as it can be.

He felt so hopeless, so frozen as he sees your pretty face scrunch in grief at your own actions that isnt even in the wrong in the first place.

So why must you kneel? Why must you humiliate yourself like this?

They stare at you with those sly eyes, as if finding your misery a source of entertainment. Sneers and chuckles would come with each insult being thrown your way.

Was it your fault you were born as the bastard child of the duke when it was your father who willingly went to brothels and slept with multiple women. It was only your mother who stepped up confidently to demand your father to take you in despite the fact that she is currently dying of birth complications. Your mother did all of that just so you could live a comfortable life.

And instead here you were, being punished over something you didn't do.

Isn't family supposed to love eachohter? Jinwoo loved his baby sister so much. So why is he watching another older sibling throw wine at their own blood just for breathing?

Jinwoo felt so... Devastated, his dear companion, his master. His own master— Is being ridiculed right in front of him.

The person he was sold to, the person who took care of him—

"Don't touch him, eonnie!" You scream, throwing yourself right in front of Jinwoo despite the fact you're already soaking wet from the wine splattered all over your pretty face and your already ruined dress. "Please, he's innocent. He's imprinted to me, but he shouldn't receive any punishment. We'll go, eonnie, we'll go. Please don't touch him."

You're protecting him.

That bastard woman would have continued her assault if it werent for her dear father stopping her and saying it's a waste of time dealing with a bunch of lowlifes.

Thus, the two of you were escorted— No, thrown out the main palace.

Jinwoo followed behind you towards the path of your shabby manor, and as the blowing wind caressed your skins,... You broke down.

"Sorry, sorry, Jinwoo." You sob as the man threw his arms around you. "I'm sorry, it was my fault, you shouldn't have seen that. I'm so sorry, Jinwoo. I really am. Please forgive me. Don't be mad at me.

"Why are you asking me those questions?" He asks, his soft voice barely even able to control his trembling voice. "You're my owner, shouldn't I be begging for forgiveness?"

"No, no," You sob even louder.

And Jinwoo couldn't do anything else but comfort you.

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Jinwoo didnt know how, but he managed to put you into sleep right after taking you home. He delivered some spare clothes to you for you to change in. He tucked you in under the shabby blankets and watched over you.

His gaze was stuck on you, contemplating deeply while guilt slowly clawed at his heart.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

"You'll get her killed." A voice suddenly says, and Jinwoo shot up, blocking his arm in front of you as you slept.

"Who—"

"Shut up"

The voice suddenly came from behind him, and when Jinwoo looked back— He could see a pair of purple eyes glaring at him. He can't quite see the face of the man, it was too pitch black and the moon isnt out tonight. He tried grabbing the vase on the sidetable but something had stopped him.

He can't quite tell, but it was as if the air itself is holding him back as those wicked and purple eyes glanced at him from the darkness right beside your sleeping form.

"You really think a damn vase can scare off an intruder?" The man scoffs. "You're pathetic."

"Who are you?" Jinwoo asks again, struggling to move as quiet murmurs surrounded him.

"Some guy" He answers.

"You must be one of those—"

"Ssh." The purple eyes gaze up at him again. "You'll wake the princess up with your voice."

Jinwoo shut his mouth, biting down on his lip as once again he felt so utterly hopeless. Not to mention the air around the stranger was absolutely wicked and somehow... Demonic? Otherwordly?

It was a feeling akin to staring at the abyss, the unkown that makes your skin crawl and itch.

That man is dangerous.

Dangerous But Not Hostile.

"That sister of hers," The man starts, his voice a little tense. "Will get her killed in a few years."

"Excuse me?"

"She'll die, and her blood will be on you, Jinwoo" He grits his teeth. "Just like your sister's who died from starvation, just like your mother who died from sickness, just like your father who died in your arms saving you from a bandit— Her blood will be on your hands just like theirs that is already on you."

"....."

"So quiet, now, huh? You're crying?" He sneers, the voice suddenly coming from behind him. "Crying wont do you any good, you fucking idiot."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Jinwoo yells, struggling as he tried to face the man. "I'm not strong, I'm built like a twig. I'm trying, okay? But I'm just a slave. This house is goddamn shabby, I've been trying to fix everything but it's lacking. I can barely even help in the farm, not to mention it's almost winter soon and if she wont die by that bitch's hands then she'll die because of this house! What the hell do you think I can do? I'm trying here and nothing is working!"

"...."

Of course he doesn't want to be in this situation either. Who does? He already lost his family, his blood, his precious kin— All gone and he couldnt do anything about. It was a hopeless situation. Of course, he tried getting a job in the capital since you let him roam as he pleases. He tried some odd jobs, several of them ranging from ordinary helper jobs to cleaning shoes to selling newspapers; nothing is working.

He lost his family because of his weakness, and because of that same weakness he'll loose you too.

"Hypothetically, you are given a guide to becoming extremely strong to protect her but in the process you loose your sanity along the way as well as your emotions" The voice says, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he walked around Jinwoo like a ghost. "How far are you willing to go?"

"Farther than the limit."

"Even if you lose your limbs along the way?"

"Yes."

"Even if you get mauled by beasts?"

"Yes."

"Even if you go mad by the power you'll soon hold?"

"Yes."

"Even if you must become a murderer?"

"Yes."

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it all for her sake."

"Good" The voice hums, satisfied.

Jinwoo starts feeling dizzy, his legs giving in as he felt himself collapse on something soft.

"Protect her." The stranger's tone becomes gentle. "Where I failed to do so, be better than me. Devote yourself to her. Protect the heart that is more precious than anything in this world. Even if you go through hell, you must protect her. You must love her. Give her all the adoration you can ever give. Because I couldn't protect my princess. So don't make the same mistake."

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Jinwoo had received the system from that night ever since. He had been busy from then on, often going out in the day and coming back in the evenings tired but somehow... A little different.

He'd go on long trips sometimes, which you honestly didn't mind so long as he promises to come home.

Soon enough, that same lanky, 18 year old boy— Is suddenly a head taller than you that you physically have to strain your neck just so you can meet with him eye-to-eye. Jinwoo had become from a lanky boy to a different person in just a blink of an eye in a matter of months.

Each long week he disappears; he comes back even more mature and lax in his demeanour. The next thing you knew, Jinwoo enrolled himself as a hunter.

You're proud of him, of course you are.

That's your Jinwoo.

Your precious, precious and sweet Jinwoo who always stuck by your side even if you are a noble who had no servant to her name and a manor fit to be deemed as a haunted home.

The wealth would soon come pouring in with each succesful hunt Jinwoo goes through. And the more powerful his bounties were, the more famous he became. The money he accumulated directly went into rebuilding the shabby manor into an opulent home worthy of a duke's daughter. Your filthy, ragged dresses were replaced by finely crafted fabrics. Your neck and ears would be adorned in the meek but captivating jewelry.

Of course, he still had that title of slave over his head but weirdly enough... Jinwoo seemed to carry it as a badge of honor.

Why?

Because he was yours.

What he is, is yours.

Naturally, jealous eyes come your way as the your dear hunter is now the most sought after. Who wouldn't want him anyway? Tall, handsome, a hunter— He is the embodiment of what is lusted for with a man.

And yet he never once bat an eye to those arrogant nobles who offered him the finest of fine wealth could ever give.

Love letters from all over the kingdom pine for your precious Jinwoo.

And yet he still chose you.

Those steely grey eyes of him would solely be for you and you only.

He looked a you like you are his precious goddess.

You Jinwoo is so... So Innocent and lovely.

Even as he held your father's severed head on his hand.

Even as a pool of blood puddled beneath his feet. Even as his grey orbs have turned purple. Even as the opulent pearl tiles reflected his maddened figure.

Your Jinwoo is just so... So lovely.

His heart, oh, his heart belonged to you. His innocent, pretty little master who looks up at him with a bewildered but awestruck gaze— He knew you weren't mad.

"I did it all for you, princess" Jinwoo would coo, cupping your face and swiping his thumb affectionately over cheek. "They were trying to make you cry again. We can't have that"

He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "After all, I am yours. We're already binded by a contract. Even if it didn't exist I'd still choose the same choice I have made now."

He holds up his hand, pressing his palm against yours as the tattooes rings on your ring fingers glowed purple.

"See? Even our mark is like wedding rings" He intertwines your fingers together before bringing it up to his lips and kissing the mark on you. "It's okay. It's okay. This is for your own good."

"This is all for your sake, my precious god."

"This bloodbath is an offering for you."

꒰ A/N: idk what I made nor do I wanna know. The plot is all over the place wheeze. I'm quaking at writer's block. I should not write for Jinwoo until I get the energy back. I'm so mindblocked with him maybe it's because I cant draw fanart of him atm. ahhhhhhhhhh ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[mkarchin713]

Damian had been missing for over a year.

At first everyone assumed that Damian had been caught in the same time asynchrony that Jon was and joined the Legion of Superheroes. No one has been worried, this had happened to several heroes before and would probably happen to others. It was only when Jon returned several weeks later and many years older that they learned Damian wasn’t with him.

No one understood what happened. CCTV showed the Super Sons being dragged into the time rift, Jon had been taken first with Damian right on his heels, but only Jon had made it to the 31st century and as far as he was aware Damian had been left behind.

They consulted the other time traveling heroes who could only guess that the split second difference between Jon entering the rift and Damian entering could have sent Damian to another time and they had no way of knowing if it was the past or future.

The Batfamily was torn. Half looked to the future the other looked to the past. Neither found any hint of Damian.

It wasn’t until a year later when the Justice League discovered a fake government agency of ghost hunters had taken over a whole town, that they got their first clue of Damian’s whereabouts.

Investigating Amity Park had been difficult. As far as the citizens were aware the Justice League had ignored their calls for help and even supported the GIW’s genocidal agenda. The league hadn’t even been aware there was a dimensional rip in the middle of this midwestern town until after they got there.

Only two teenagers were willing to talk to them, a Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, and they only agreed to talk because a Danny had told them Batman would never condone this. They learned of Phantom, a teenager from the alternate dimension, or “Ghost Zone” as the scientists who opened the portal called it, who defended the humans from the “ghosts” and later the “ghosts” from the humans.

Phantoms job protecting the town was made infinitely worse by the Fentons, the mad scientists who opened the portal and where capturing the “ghosts” for experiments. Phantom had often saved the “ghosts” from the ‘scientific curiosity’ of the Fentons and the GIW, he had even saved numerous citizens from being caught in the crossfire.

But Phantom was now missing. As far as Sam and Tucker knew the Fentons had captured Phantom and Phantom’s inside agent, the mad scientists daughter Jazz Fenton, had broken him out and was on the run from the Fentons and GIW. Her taking Phantom was probably the reason that the League was finally able to discover the GIW existed in the first place.

So now they had a injured teen hero on the run from genocidal mad scientists with only a teenaged human for back up. The League had no leads until the teens told Batman, and only Batman, that there was technology in the Fentons lab that could track Phantom down, hopefully before the Fentons could.

The Lab was a mess. The League couldn’t tell if there was a fight or if the Fentons where just that messy. There were discarded weapons and jars of Lazarus Water everywhere. Batman didn’t know what was more disturbing, the Lazarus green portal on the wall of the operating table covered in green blood flecked with red. Batman was glad he insisted the children stay outside, they where too young to see horror like this.

It was almost second nature for Batman to test the blood, if only to get a DNA sample of the Fenton’s victim.

Bruce had not been prepared for the results.

What if Danny was Damian?

Like maybe Damian got into some trouble and ended up with amnesia or something.

He gets found by the Fentons who take him in ( for good or for science, maybe they needed a sacrifice for the portal and after making sure no one was coming for the kid used him to open the portal)

Could even combine this with Ghost King AU. A disheartened Batfam that can't find there youngest ends up summoning his ghost. (Cause, of course, the lil demon ended up taking over the afterlife, should they really be surprised )

Or vivisection au. The angst potential alone!

[aixeko]

──────<3 YOUR LORDSHIP ༺♱༻

WEEK 1 | SINNERS SAVAGERY / ERISETOBER

| Synopsis |  When the tempestuous waves crash against the shore and the sky turns a foreboding grey, human shells cower in fear as the mighty lord of the seas, Leviathan, awakens from the darkest pit of the deep, seeking for a human companion to aid her lonely voyage. 

| Synopsis | Yelan as Leviathan x Mortal!Reader

| Setting | MONSTER AU / Historical Era

| Scenario | [ ONESHOT ]  EVENTUAL SMUT Porn with plot. Long introduction. Arranged marriage. Emotionally abusive parents. Kidnapping. Yelan saved Reader. Hemipenes [ Double cocks ] Monsterfuck, kinda, but Yelan is in her human form. Size kink. Tail kink… Is that a thing? Consent is hot. Soft-Dom!Yelan and Virgin-Sub!Reader. No gendered pronouns used only female anatomy. Went with the flow while writing so uh yeah. NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ]

⚝ Used to hate Yelan a lot since I don't fw her haircut but after writing this she ain’t that bad tbh. Maybe mischaracterized, I stopped playing the archon quest and genshin in general since Sumeru release. ⚝ Including biblical references and quotes in an eventual smutshot is crazy work Ik.  ⚝ Not a native speaker, just a professional dyslexic yapper + VERY RUSHED WRITING ESPECIALLY AT THE END.

[ Word count: 5205 ] | Art credit: kgynh on Twitter

Love's true essence eludes reality when forced upon by one's own guardian.

Can humanity's most sought-after reward retain its meaning amid the sea of obligations?

The shortest and simplest answer is a definite no to the victim and an utter negation to the assailant.

It seemed as though time had slipped away, as if it were only yesterday that you were a child, running barefoot along the shoreline, embracing the sea like your own kind.

Now you're freshly twenty, walking barefoot with jewelry decorating every inch of your figure and outfitted in an expensive ivory wedding dress funded by a husband whom you have never spoken to nor seen with your own eyes.

Once an innocent, carefree child turned into a young virgin delicacy for the rest of the world to corrupt, offered by your most trusted protectors, you could never again call your parents.

It's for the future of everyone here, my dearest eldest child; you are the only one capable of bestowing glory on our village, so shine, my dear, and bring forth a new era for this accursed world.

No more would your beloved, caring mother tell tales of fairy tales, replacing them with those orations each night you succumbed to uneasy slumbers, like a reminder of the miserable future that would descend upon you.

Straighten your posture, child, drop the sorrow and curve those lips, child, stop consuming so much cuisine, child; His Highness the prince wouldn't want an indolent pig as his lifelong partner.

No more would your kind father carry you through mountains and forests to show you the falsehood of paradise your child self formerly gleamed at; now he who had turned into an unfeeling man would deport you across the thunderous waves to your new life with your unknown lover.

Seated on the boat and obscured by your veil, you could only stare mindlessly at the bouquet in your hands, all the while the entirety of your community swarmed the harbor in a declaration of celebration for your safe expedition and soon-to-be prosperous life.

Children who were like you and knew nothing better than to trust their protectors admired you and wished for a future like yours, not knowing about the torture you had and would have to face. Adults who saw you grow only wish for you to one day return to this lowly village for a blessing from people who they view as higher life and, to some extent, as God-beloved children. At last, your guardians who know the cruel truth don't bat an eye at your suffering and only wish to rid themselves of you and ask forgiveness when you soon flourish in the castle life.

You realize now that all those times of 'joyous' occasions and 'love' were not anything more than a ploy, a gamble, a hefty investment that your supposed parents made the very day you were born into this world.

Do not forget about the hardship you have faced and the community that has helped you awaiting here for your anticipated return; rejoice in luxury, and proffer our kindness with your blessing, my sweet child!

Your mother's distant voice screams out in a mixture of woefulness and elation, a grand final act in her show to manipulate your already shell-shocked heart into forgiving and forgetting.

Can one's own soul mend in the face of a fierce storm?

When the world seems to continue living on while yours has stopped, a shadow of its former self, a living corpse in a world of angel-disguised devils.

Have there been no solutions to resolve this impending doom, or have the solutions always been impending doom?

A presumed hour has passed since you began your journey through the ocean; silence was all the sound you seemed to hear, with the occasional "hmph" or sigh from the man who gave life to you.

"Are you going to soak and stare mindlessly in misery for the remaining period of time? You are a smart child; I'm sure you understand that it will be long until the next sunrise before we're standing on land again."

A part of you wishes to answer, to once in your life unleash the raging sorrow he and the woman he married have anchored you to, but like always, you find your tongue tied to an invisible knot, unable to fight back due to the cowardly mannerism you've learned to adapt to.

"Resentment and anger are not traits desired by heaven, child; one day you will come to realize that the things we have done are for the sake of your own good. Had we not done so, you would be living with a poor man and left to be a rotten peasant, unable to blossom into your true potential."

Your grip on the bouquet tightens, such blaring words spoken to be only lies to ease the guilt; if his putative wisdom has a scent, it would be of the foulest smell one could inhale.

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, for once the man chose not to escalate the situation further in fear of tragedy, especially being in the middle of practically nowhere in the vast sea.

People spoke of God as a heroic savior of the world, yet had never once in their lifetimes seen this magnificent being above humans and animals, mortal and immortal, life and death.

How can he, who is worshiped by the world as the one true salvation, allow his creations to suffer so greatly?

For the first time in a long time, you turn your gaze away from the flowers, not out of boredom, not out of impatience, but out of helplessness, out of your daydream for the life you longed for and lost in consequence of humankind's greed.

You lift your veil to reveal just enough to see with one hand while still withholding your grip on the flowers. Your first sight of the world is the ocean, a natural phenomenon you've adored for as long as you could walk; if you were asked to explain why you are so heavily interested in it, you would reply with a simple "Who wouldn't?" But if they were to ask you on a deeper level, you would respond that because you feel like nothing understands you more than it does, it's not a human, it's not a being, but because of such quality, it's why you're so fond of it.

The world is cruel, so very cruel, and so to have something as tranquil and peaceful as this enormous paradise is something to be adored with the utmost devotion.

Those of his believers who pour countless nights and days into seeking his divine revelation deserve more than silent destruction.

If God truly does exist, surely he'd answer his faithful servant's pleas for grace rather than having them suffer such a cold fate.

Before your so-called father could stop you, your hand meets the cool yet oddly soothing warmth of the water, a rare upward curve forming in the corner of your lip as a singular tear falls down and becomes one with Earth's own heaven.

If God does exist, if the legend and the myth are tales of truth, then please, please set your gaze on me; please save me from this miserable life, your lordship.

The winds begin to howl, and the sky darkens to a foreboding gray; far away from you, tempestuous waves crash violently against the coast. A single lightning strike ominously appears in the distance of the gray sky, sending chills down your spine at the signal of an impending storm.

The boat rocks violently, and you struggle to maintain stability, clutching tightly onto the edge of the boat while your father tries to manage the situation somehow, but it proves easily inefficient as a mere mortal is nothing against Mother Nature.

Your veil nearly flew off your head, and in a moment of panic, you let go of the flowers in your hand for the very first time in the interest of keeping the veil from flying away.

The boat rolls dangerously as the waves increase in abnormal strength; you struggle to hold on, and your father's screams are nearly drowned out by the cacophony of intense wind and waves if it weren't for the distinct pitch between nature and human fear.

With much grappling, you look upward to where your father's sight is set upon, and your face turns pale, hearts pounding in absolute fear from the sight of a creature only described in fairy tales and biblical books as the supreme sovereign of the seas. Unlike consuming content from secondary sources of its fearsome status, its appearance is much more petrifying in real life; from its awakening, ripples of dread are sent through the entire atmosphere, as if the very ocean itself is a body of its powerful might.

The sea serpent colossus's size covers the sky in its mass alone, and all you can do is watch in powerlessness, but as the initial fear disappears, you can't help but feel a surge of admiration for the majestic creature that has risen from the depths to grace you with its presence.

In essence, Leviathan is not just a creature of myth but can be portrayed as a powerful embodiment of the ocean’s mysteries, evoking awe and fear in equal measure; yet at this moment, Leviathan is not a myth or an embodiment anymore.

You slowly stand up, wanting to reach out for the monster in spite of your puny existence compared to it; perhaps this feeling is a manifestation of your love for the ocean. Maybe you were wrong this whole time, that this entire time the boundless mysterious abyss was, in fact, a being of greater worth than a mere mortal can comprehend. Could it be that the reason why you felt so heavily connected to the ocean was due to the fact that such a creature lay dormant in it? Could it be the case that this whole time someone has been accompanying you in your most vulnerable and lonely moments?

You stand up on your bare feet, both hands outstretched high above like a priest offering their devotion to God; you gaze up toward Leviathan, and your heart nearly bursts as you see you have gained its full attention.

"Your lordship." You whisper so silently that even your confused, fear-struck father, who is sitting beside you, cannot hear, but those words are not meant for mortal ears after all.

The last thing you feel is a coldness so soothing it could be a camouflage for fire as it engulfs you before darkness consumes you into a comforting slumber, one you've been deprived of since as early as your formative years.

It is when one has been confined for so long in the presumably eternal abyss that the light seems to shine so luminously.

Your eyes flutter open, rising to consciousness; a deep breath escapes your lips as you try to recall what has occurred, only for you to be sidetracked by where you are.

In contrast to the rough feeling of the wooden boat, you now lie comfortably in an astonishingly expensive, spacious bed made for what can only be assumed to be a titan or of the utmost royalty.

You look down at yourself and realize you're not fitted in a white ivory dress anymore but rather in extravagant, exquisite, and elaborate bridal attire belonging to a culture you're not all too familiar with.

Spotting a large mirror not too far away, you rise to your feet and examine yourself, and to your complete and utter shock, the dress was of a quality you could only have dreamed of; in comparison to the dress, the room that you thought was too lavish is lowly.

The attire is of a stunning ultramarine and silver color, with intricate embroidered patterns of what looks to resemble a sea serpent and floral motifs covering the entire garment. It's voluminous, creating a flowy silhouette and a sense of grandeur, and to add to its flowiness is your veil, which is elevated by a silver headpiece as detailed as the entire apparel.

In the corner of your eye, you spot fully bloomed lotuses with their countless petals decorating the dark blue marble floor.

Must it be that the one who brought me here intends to put on a show and allow me to follow those flowers to their awaiting destination? You thought, quite skeptical of this mysterious stranger's intentions, but seeing the pleasantries you have been showered with, you opted not to draw the wrong judgment quite yet.

You pull down your veil, which, unlike its appearance, is quite translucent on the inside—a heavily desired distinction from your previous opaque one.

At a slow pace, you follow the lotus, leaving the room for an even more unfamiliar environment; outside the bedroom is a long hallway decorated with various ornamentations that are illuminated by bioluminescent organisms you've only heard tales about.

Continuing to follow the lotuses, you admire the serene atmosphere, despite knowing nothing about anything and everything; the place seems to give a familiar feeling you've only felt toward the vast expanse of water.

You turn down countless corridors and admire different décor before you come to a stop at a grand, sturdy arch entrance; carved in it is what looks to be the depiction of Leviathan, the almighty sea serpent you have come to witness and live to tell the tale of. As well as what looks to be a mortal woman behind it, albeit a very unlikely assumption with her obscure body featuring characteristics impossible to be found on a human.

A slow inhalation and exhalation release through your nose and out of your mouth before your hands push the door open.

"Does the scenery satiate your taste, or is there any adjustment you desire to make?" A deep, rich, feminine voice booms.

You're a bit taken aback by the sound of another living being, and especially a female one at that. If it weren't for her voice, you would have mistaken the woman for a male at first sight given her chosen outfit. Similar to you, she is seemingly clothed in bridal attire with half of her chest uncovered by fabric or hair. Long, flowing garments in place of pants share colors and detailing exactly like yours with minor adjustments; a silky robe is wrapped around her like a sash, and the rest of her features are concealed by the canopy veil hanging from the roof of the castle.

She's seated on top of a throne as grand as the room is, and by the windows that are engraved in the wall, you realize that you have been underwater this whole time. Which explains the unusual source of lighting and unique embellishment never seen in this era.

A gulp ran down your dry throat, and your immediate thought was to go on your knees and bow, but you were stopped by her commanding voice.

"You are not to behave by the rules your kind has set, because here you are of the highest life that the mortal soul can achieve. Come closer; I'm sure you are curious to see what I appear as, little one."

It takes a while for any sort of response or action to manifest, but soon enough, one did.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, this may be an intrusive question, but may I know what you are addressed by? In particular, your title or name, perhaps if you are to grant me both."

The mysterious being seems to be quite surprised but amused; you see the shadow of her head resting on her fisted hand as she answers your question with much delight.

"You are much more intriguing than meets the eye; it is no illusion that you are a unique character indeed; you should take pride in the fact of such a deed so highly as to be offered as a bride to a prince, given your status as a lower life." A chuckle was released, followed by a dreamy sigh. "Of course, I am no different; never have I risen to the mortal realm and met such a gem; you must be of this planet's favorite creation to be so blessed."

At the mention of 'favorite' and 'blessed,' you are quick to protest, an act you yourself are surprised by, taking into account your history.

"You are mistaken, your liege; I am by no means favored, and least of all blessed."

"Hm, I see," she paused. "To answer your question, you must already know me by my true form. The one whom you called 'your lordship,' the formidable sea serpent, as you mortals describe me, and by my given name, Leviathan."

At the revelation, you are much amazed; Levithan had been a name you often associated with a male creature, given its appearance, but you do recall that in one particular book, you can't place your finger on the name of, which has described Levithan as a female monster that dwells in the deepest part of the watery abyss.

"Awed, I see? You're quite an amusing little one, but I do request that you do not refer to me by that name, as it does not fit my taste. I particularly like the name Yelan, and I do hope you agree with it."

Without thinking, you begin making your way to the Lord, eager to see the one who has saved you from a miserable life, the one to rid you of a horrible life with a man who could dispose of you anytime he sought.

"I am merely an underling in a position compared to your lordship."

You were only a fair step away from seeing the godly being yourself before being swept off your feet by a massive, rugged tail. You yelped, eyes closing in fright, only to feel yourself pressed up against foreign, frosty flesh that was quite comforting in spite of its temperature.

"Repeated words are a time waster, and I'm sure I do not need to remind you again that you are not to behave by the rules your mortal friends or foes have established in that pretty little head of yours."

"I... I'm sorry, Your Highness; please do not punish me," you whimpered aloud, frightful even with the hospitality and kindness accentuating Yelan's words.

"Punish you? I am a feared monster indeed, but I am not without a soul; harming you would be a war set against grace itself."

Her rough hand carefully and tenderly touches your chin like the softest of materials, tilting it up patiently to face her.

"Open your eyes, my heaven."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and without any second consideration, you did as you were commanded. A single beat skipped within the close proximity of Her Highness; from a distance, she may have seemed the average human size, but being this close to her, on her lap specifically, you're awed by her enormous stature.

"Your Majesty...I-you're... huge."

Her pale skin is adorned with scales that are inherent to her true form, light jade-hued eyes bore into you like a gourmet to be savored rather than devoured, and dark blue hair with asymmetrical bangs that are lighter at the tips seems to tie it all together to make a manifestation of the perfect combination between a mythical creature and a mortal female.

Another chuckle, this time a little longer, emits from her, and you swear your pupil seems to take on the appearance of a heart at the paradisiacal sight blossoming before you.

"Oh, how I adore mortal words; it has been a long time since I have had the company of another."

Her tail slithers its way to your waist and pulls you in closer—an act in anticipation of unforeseen events, but one that you suspect will happen sooner than expected.

"But my lord... how can I, a mere human, be able to accompany you?"

"Are you suggesting I am not capable of taking care of you? If there are things you require, then a single word to me and your wish shall be granted. If you believe it's impossible, then I will rival against the heavens for it to become a reality."

"No, no, my lord, you are much more than one can imagine, but I fear I am not capable of surviving in such an environment, as I have observed; we are underwater, and I do not have the ability to breathe under such conditions, nor do I have any power."

When His Lordship arrived, it was one where many prayed countless times for it and never got to witness it in their lifetimes.

To be able to be in possession of such dutiful hands is to be seen beyond the flesh and into the deepest part of one's soul.

That day I learned that God truly does exist on this wasted planet and that God is not a man of the beyond but a woman with a nurturing soul.

"I see, you should have mentioned it earlier," her gaze evidently grew dim. "I have a method of transferring my power to you, gaining you access to my pool of destruction, albeit the technique is rather an intimate act, and by performing this, you would be marked as wholly mine, and your soul will be bound to me for as long as you have the will to exist."

Much to your shame, an immediate "yes" escaped from your lips, which left Yelan a bit taken aback by the response; nevertheless, it's one that doesn't go unappreciated by her.

"My sweet mortal, as much as I am flattered by your agreement, I suggest reconsidering all the restrictions you may have to face, and most importantly, that you are not to return to your realm without my supervision for fear that your breed may label you as part of witchcraft or satanic magic."

You shake your head; you may long for your past life when the moon is at its fullest, where the most breathtaking night sky reveals itself as the world rests, but you would never dare return to the misery forced upon you ever again.

"Your lordship, I am sold off to a man whom I have never longed for, like I have longed for a companion each moment my body embraces the sea; never have I heard his voice the same way the waves whisper a delightful siren song to my ears, nor have I grown to love every perfect imperfection of the stranger as I have to your land."

Yelan's ears turn a deep blue hue at the helix—a phenomenon you haven't a clue about the means of its cause, but you take her cheeky grin as a blissful reaction.

"And you are certain of your choice; there is no return from then on."

"I have not thought of anything but a future with you, my lord."

Yelan's features lit up with much ecstasy, and her smile exceedingly widened as she cupped your entire head with one palm, bringing you ever closer with each ring of an echoing bell.

"Then may you allow me to have a kiss?"

"Yes, my sovereign."

Thus, the tragic tale of a young mortal sold to a foreign land ends as a tale of a beauty blessed by the heavens, and a monster feared by the lords begins.

Yelan hovers above you, naked from the top half of her body, her face flustered with uneven breath reflecting yours. What was a passionate exchange of blissful lips meeting quickly stirred up the deprived sea serpent, and now you're a complete mess spread out on top of another bountiful bed for her eyes to feast on.

You're breathless, as the woman who treated you with much care is barely able to restrain herself from almost attaching her lips to yours. Your head throbs from the intensity, but you can't help admitting that this is all so new and exciting; after all, you haven't given up your virginity yet or even touched yourself.

Like a mind reader, Yelan asked, "You haven't done this before, have you? How pure; I'm almost intimidated to corrupt such innocence. If it is all too much, yell out 'lotus'; I do not want your first time to be unsatisfactory."

"Hgh... Understood, my lord."

"Yelan. I am no more or less now that I am to mate with you; we are of equal ranking. If you must, you can still refer to me as please, but I will admit the truth that I do want to hear my name out of your delectable enunciation."

"Okay—Yelan."

Yelan's instinct to the callout of her name is to kiss you again, never satiated by how addictive mortal flesh can be. You gasp into the drastically different monument of the kiss, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she plunges you further into the generous bedding.

You tried returning her touch with eager vigor but found your hands accidentally pressed against the middle of your crotch due to your unfamiliarity with a half-beast, half-mortal form. You're flustered as an involuntary moan leaves you at the feeling of her monstrous size while Yelan is quick to use the opportunity to slither her long tongue inside, which has your body inducing visual stimuli.

You choke even more when you feel her grab your attire and rip it apart with her claws; you whine at the act, quite saddened as you have grown quite attached to the outfit, and as a result, Yelan mumbled a quiet "sorry" in between hungry kisses.

"Yelan... needs—more, ah, fast—faster!"

You come to regret your words a tad bit when you feel her lengthy tail slither its bulk around your thigh and an inch away from your womanhood.

"Comfortable or-"

"Please."

She doesn't question your neediness, nor does she require any more words for her to thrust some of the length inside, careful not to harm you as she deems you not suitable for many insertions yet.

You cry out her name at the intrusion, gripping her back and scarring it at that, but it doesn't matter as she moves from your lips to mark your body while getting rid of the distraction covering your frame.

Time is an unchangeable aspect of the universe, but in this moment of elation, it seems to go on for an eternity while flashing faster than one can comprehend the flicker of lightning. You're a whimpering mess as Yelan plants her imprint onto you. How long has it been, how long have you been doing it, and how long are you able to go on—these are all questions you don't know the answers to, and one that is least of your concerns at the feelings of how staggering her erotic touches are.

Satisfied enough to finish her final touches on your neck and collarbone, she moves to your chest, pressing airy kisses to each nipple before setting her lukewarm mouth to suck on one while rubbing the other.

"Mmm... mn, ah.. your highness, Yelan. So-so..g..” Your words run dry at the overstimulated sensations running their course.

“No need to say anything; just focus your pretty little mind on making those delectable sounds, and let me take care of the rest.”

"Shhh, no need to say anything; focus your pretty little mind on feeling my devotion to you and making those delectable sounds. Let me take care of you."

Out of the blue, Yelan pulled her tail out of you, causing you to let out a whiny whimper at the loss of contact, but not long after it would be replaced by a hitched breath.

You have never seen a penis before, only heard of its description and what its function to society is, but nobody has ever told you that they're almost as large as the size of your head, and two of them at that.

"Haha, don't look so excited now; it's truly a tempting invitation to my constrained self-control. My tail already has difficulty trying to enter you; to think you can fit these two little beasts of mine is beyond impossible."

You pull your lips into a dainty pout with a tilt of your head. 

“Is there no other way to pleasure one another, my liege?”

“You're so curious and such an obedient little one too; I truly struck gold when I found you.” Yelan kissed your cheek and slowly intertwined your hand, guiding it to wrap around the base of her shaft.

"For other means of pleasure, I can, of course, change the size of them, but it wouldn't be entertaining, now would it?" She teased, causing your clitoris to ache for her again. "I'm merely playing the fool, as I have stated; harming you is like a war against heaven. I'm sure this would be amusing to you; just move your hand up and down like this." Yelan demonstrated the movement on her large genitalia, and you perked up as you saw her ears turn a darker color, an indication you picked up as a sign of fluster.

"I'm curious, Your Highness; does a mortal man have two reproductive parts as well?"

You use both hands to give both of her members equal attention, and you are rewarded for this by a raspy moan as well as an even greater hardening of the twin beast.

"In rare cases, perhaps, but I am no mortal, and especially not a man."

Yelan, grab your hands and pin them above your head, leaving you helpless and useless with only your sight available to witness her shrinking her tools down to a size compatible with your body.

"And no mortal is capable of giving you the satisfaction you are entitled to, nor can any arise and satiate this overwhelming lust like you are in a position to."

She inserts both beasts in each of your holes, causing you to cry out her name in slight pain with overarching ecstasy. Her tails wrap around you, and she ushers her lips down to your neck, kissing and thrusting simultaneously to bring you to your well-deserved orgasm.

You feel a soothing coldness enveloping you like the ocean's hug, your back arching off the ground as your head throws back, seeing the deepest part of the beautiful watery abyss.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

"The Lord is who I shall cherish evermore as my beloved soulmate." You said it out loud, opting not to write it in the last line of your autobiography.

"Exquisitely written and articulated, my dearest bride."

Yelan kissed your cheek when you turned to her after you finally stopped writing, having silently watched you and touched the floral mark of her symbol tattooed on your womb, now turning your attention solely to her.

"Your ways with words never change, do they, your lordship?"

"It has become second nature to me, hailing from the deepest part of my once indestructible soul, whose only weakness is one single mortal."

In her was life, and that life was the light of all humankind.

[dynasty889]

(I have an updated, finished version of this drabble: https://www.tumblr.com/dynasty889/771873983315542016/love-in-paradise-warriorpenelope-au-updated

Working on a thingy. The Time Dive but it’s warrior!Penelope. Do I like it? Mayhaps. Anyway:

Ares’ eyes glared down into the abyss as he stood upon the edge of the hour glass. He had never anticipated to be bothered with Penelope again, but her son had the same ability of convincing people that she did. So, here he was.

Ares put his helmet on. All around him, Penelope’s memories jumped out at him. “Old friend, it’s been ten years since I last saw you,” he said softly. Even so, he remembered it vividly. Those feelings of anger, frustration, and disappointment as he watched Penelope make that mistake.

“Remember me! I am the infamous Penelope!” She stood at the entrance of Polyphemus’ cave. He had just warned her not to, but she did it anyway. He was furious.

He sighed. Ares leaned forward, lifting his arms up, and fell into Penelope’s memories. “Let’s see where you’ve been!”

Penelope held a bag in her hands. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!” Aeolus sang. Too cheerful for it to be a good thing. Ares knew something had gone horribly wrong.

Next up: Poseidon. “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!” he shouted. Waves lunged at Penelope’s fleet. Bodies and debris littered the ocean. Ares paused momentarily to watch Penelope unleash the wind bag to escape the sea god.

“One wrong move and you’re done for! Anything I—!”

“—Song of past romance. I see the—“

“—We won’t take more suffering from you!”

“Drown in your sorrow and fears!”

The next several memories whipped by him. A witch who transformed her crew into pigs, a prophet in the underworld, the killing of sirens, and a run-in with a six-headed sea monster.

“Captain?” Ares barely recognized that voice. But he knew it was one of Penelope’s comrades. Thunder roared above the crew as Zeus’ hands lingered over Penelope and forced her to look at her crew. Ares had not been so angry in a long time. To see his father’s hands on the girl he had mentored sparked a fire inside him, one full of rage.

“I have to see him…” Penelope mumbled. Tears streamed down her face. Her face and clothes were torn and bloody. A black eye and a stab wound. The anger Ares had felt dissipated as he realized what happened.

“But we’ll die.”

“I know.”

Lightning struck the boat, and it exploded into hundreds of small fragments of wood. Again, bodies and blood covered the ocean. He couldn’t find Penelope among the wreckage.

“Penelope…” he started. Ares was almost shocked by how concerned he sounded, for her of all people. “Where did you go?” One more of Penelope’s memories gravitated towards him. Perhaps this one would tell him what had happened to her…

Penelope swam until the darkness of the night made things too hard to see. Until her legs gave out. She had managed to drag herself to the shore of an island, where she passed out. The next day, Penelope awoke to the sounds of gulls crying and the waves breaking on the shore. The light of the sun was nearly blinding. Every muscle in her body ached.

A stifled, low chuckle echoed in her ears. Blinking, she looked up and saw a man sitting beside her. “Morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been resting for quite a while, haven’t you?” he teased. His voice was deep, but despite that and his gruff appearance, it carried a humorous air. It was one Penelope did not like at all.

The man laughed again. Penelope’ confusion was adorably amusing to him and he decided he would savor it as long as he could. “You know, I swore that you were dead when I found you on the beach this morning,” he mused. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though, who’s Odysseus?”

Odysseus. That name, like sweet honey, lingered in her ears. It was like medicine to soothe her aching head. Though she was still groggy and dazed, her senses were slowly coming to her. “He’s my husband…” she murmured. It was at that same moment she realized how close the man was to her and that his hand was gently resting on her thigh.

He blinked, like he was confused. Penelope, equally confused, stared back. They exchanged stares in awkward silence before the man spoke again. He pulled Penelope up to her feet and dragged her behind him. “Anyways, I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love in paradise.” His hands trailed down her body and he brought her close to him, like an embrace. “Soon, you will join me in bed and we’ll spend our time.”

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just a stranger | t. fushiguro x f!reader

summary : honestly what did he expect was going to happen? you were a complete stranger to him three months ago. it’s not your fault he was an idiot for thinking any sane person would agree to getting married to anyone that soon.

genre : modern au, 18+, marriage of convenience, angst, fluff, smut, 

warnings : MDNI, fem!reader, dilf toji, hitman!toji, stalking, mentions of masturbation, more to be added as I keep writing

wc : 2.3k

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He feels like a damn pig staring at his current search history which consists of, single successful women in my area, and single young successful women in my city, lastly hot single young rich successful women in my city. That’s when he sees your name and photo at the top of a list of today's most powerful women in their twenties. 

Toji blames Shiu for planting the idea in his head. What you need is to be under the protection of someone powerful. That way whoever left that threat will think again. He likes to blame Shiu even though it was Toji’s mind that jumped to the conclusion that a marriage was the only way. 

So he clicks on your wikipedia page to learn more about you since you were age appropriate, hot, and ridiculously wealthy. He reads that you currently own one hospital, two in state law firms, three out of state law firms, four kids sports parks, and five playgrounds. Toji also reads that you are about to make it six playgrounds as the sixth is expected to have a grand opening in a month from today. 

At first he doesn’t understand how you can have that amount of money and success at such a young age, that is until he sees that you’re a defense attorney. A really damn good one too. Toji digs further and clicks on a link showing him the long list of clients you have defended. Majority of it were a bunch of clan heads as well as some obnoxiously rich business men. You don’t take any pro bono cases, which explains how you afford to own everything. Toji actually knows all of the people you have defended from his line of work. Shit, you’ve even defended his boss, Sukuna, when all odds were against him. You would actually be perfect for him because this just means you are most likely protected by both sides. Since you are the only attorney that represents his kind of people. He decides in an instant that he needs to marry you, so that his son can fall under your umbrella of protection.

Toji Fushiguro begins to tail you for three weeks, and in those weeks he learns things about you. 

First, is that you are for sure single, always ordering for one when getting take out or dining alone. Second, is that you are always working, you spend ten hours in the office and then continue working when you get home. Third, you do not have a life outside of work, you just work, eat, bathe, and sleep. Fourth, you enjoy spending the little amount of free time you have watching trashy tv while giving yourself a fresh manicure and a pedicure always with a full wine glass. Fifth, you hated socializing and kept all interactions minimal and brief unless it was work related. Sixth, you have a favorite place for everything, and you are a regular for each said place. You like routines and you stick to them. Seventh, you owned your house which wasn’t flashy like he had expected, it was an updated modern three bedroom one story home with a two car garage. Lastly, eighth, which is his favorite fact, is that within your modern home you pleasure yourself at least four times a week.

He was able to see it all with the help of your wall length windows and his binoculars. Poor Toji just couldn’t help himself, but to pull out his hard cock to join you in the fun all the way in his car down the street every single time. He only became a widow a year ago and being a single father he didn’t have any time to do anything outside of work and Megumi. With all the information he gathered from you, he finally felt that it was time to approach you and put his plan into action.

Toji decides to keep it simple and slow with his approach with you, not wanting to blow his chance with you. He’s a gentleman of course, so his first interaction with you is opening the door to your favorite coffee shop for you. “Thank you”. Is all you say to him with a small nod of your head and a gentle smile directed to Toji. 

Your voice took him by surprise especially having heard you talk on the phone with colleagues and a few of your taped cases that were online. Your voice was always firm and overflowing with confidence, nothing like how you just sounded. Almost shy just now with a voice barely above a whisper. He stood behind you in line and began to realize just how much shorter you actually were despite wearing your tallest high heels. Barely reaching under his chin. 

He listened to you order your usual obnoxiously long complicated drink. You paid, then stepped aside to allow whoever was behind to order which happened to be Toji. “I’ll just take a hot green tea to go.” He hands the employee extra cash, “keep the change kid.” He stood a few steps behind you and watched as you went through your emails, deleting some, flagging others, and reading a few. 

Both the drinks were ready at the same time so Toji lets you grab your drink first by a second or two before he grabs his and rushes to hold the door open for you again. It isn’t until you both make it outside that Toji goes to engage in a conversation with you before you part ways.

He clears his throat to gain your attention. You don’t notice him at all and mindlessly adjust your scarf. “Excuse me-” You cut him off with your palm held up to pause him not even sparing him a glance. 

“No sorry, I don't have any spare change.” 

You turn and begin to walk toward your building as your heels click against the concrete and Toji can’t help but to smirk not expecting to be having to put in more effort in getting you to give in to him. 

The green eyed man tries again the next day, on your commute home. He sits next to you on the bench as you wait for the subway to arrive. Toji tries to speak to you but you end up pulling out giant headphones from your purse and putting them on. He can't help but to chuckle with a shake of his head at just how unapproachable you actually are and your efforts to keep it that way. It was extremely clear to him now that you were single by choice, not allowing him or even other men to approach you. 

That's how the rest of the week goes. You promptly put a stop to all of Toji’s advances without sparing him much of a glance his way. His favorite rejection from you was when he approached you in a pastry shop as you were scrolling on your phone and so Toji asked “can I get your number?” To which you responded without skipping a beat, “I don’t have a phone.” You didn’t even look at him while rejecting him. Because of you Toji realizes that he has absolutely no game when it comes to picking up women. All he really had going for him was his height, face, and god-like build. That was all he had going for him and that was all most women needed to give him their attention. He tells himself that he’s giving up and going to look for another potential bride if you continue to not acknowledge him. He’s desperate and willing to accept eye contact at this point as a sign to keep pursuing you.

He arrives at the grand opening of your sixth playground, Megumi clinging to his leg. Toji spots you quickly as you do interviews with the kids about the park. You look different than your usual appearance, long gone are your usual heels and slacks. Today you're in some straight jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, your hair neatly styled like always, but the expression on you is soft and kind. You smile encouragingly to the small kids.

“Hey brat, go talk to that lady over there.” Toji orders Megumi with a shake of his leg to get his son to release him. The two year old releases his fathers leg but just stares at the lady his dad pointed at before his attention drifts to the playground watching two other kids his age running and playing. Toji goes to squat to get to his son’s level but Megumi waddles away towards the two kids. He was only two years old so he couldn’t really blame his son for not being able to follow directions.

Toji lets out a frustrated groan before walking towards an empty bench to get a better view of you entertaining some random kids. You’re playful and happy interacting with them, some of the parents even coming up to you to give their appreciation for the new playground in their neighborhood. 

It isn’t until he hears the familiar cries of his boy that his worried eyes leave your form to search for his son. Said son is in tears as he looks at the spot Toji previously stood, great, Megumi probably assumes that he was abandoned. “Dumb kid���. Toji relaxes with a scoff and is about to go get his crybaby of a son until Megumi turns and waddles over to you. Your face immediately fills with concern at the sight of the heartbroken boy. Maybe my son wasn’t completely useless. Toji smirks as Megumi holds his arms up to you seeking comfort and you act quick by bending down and lifting him into your embrace. He can’t make out what you ask Megumi and he definitely can’t hear what his son responds with but Toji takes it as his time to step in and make a move. 

The closer he gets to you and his son he can hear that your soothing words are actually comforting Megumi. You rub his back as he rests his head against your shoulder and his tiny arms wrapped around your neck. Lucky bastard. “It’s okay baby, we’ll find your daddy, don’t worry.” You rock him gently in your arms as you look around the playground hoping to spot his father. You were a natural at this, the complete opposite of what Toji expects from someone so cold and out of reach.

Toji finally makes it in your line of sight and your movements falter, you physically grasp Megumi in a tighter hold, and shift your body so that your shoulder would shield the boy. As if you were attempting to protect him. “You trying to steal my boy?” Toji teases with a smirk stopping a few feet away not wanting to scare you into running away with his son. He isn’t an idiot, he knows that his appearance is intimidating. 

Your eyes narrow at Toji before looking down at the boy in your arms who has stopped crying a while ago and is now playing with your necklace. “He’s your son?” Your cold tone has returned and your eyes flutter back to look at Toji. “He came to me crying looking for you.” Your body goes back to a more relaxed state and you turn to completely face Toji, he watches with a smirk as your eyes slowly trail up his form. “Sweetheart, is this your daddy?” Your gentle soft tone seems to only be reserved for kids, Toji notes. 

Megumi lifts his head up to look over at Toji and he lets out a small sigh of relief. “Yea, my daddy.” However, sweet little Megumi goes back to resting his head against your chest. 

Toji lets out a deep chuckle. “Here let me grab him, your arms are probably getting tired.” Toji steps closer to you to grab his son but again your body reacts instinctively as you tighten your hold on the small boy and subtly lean away. 

“N-no! It’s okay, I’m okay holding him. I’ll let you know if I get tired.” 

He couldn’t help but to smirk at the sight. So all it took for you to speak to him was his little brat. “You have any kids?” Toji asks even though he already knew the answer, standing right next to you. He observes you and notes that your small smile that is directed to Megumi falls. 

With a shake of your head you look up at Toji. “No I don’t. How old is he?” Toji is slightly taken back at you actually giving him the time of day. There was a big chance that you still would have ignored him even while holding his kid like he expected.

“He’s two, just had a birthday recently. Honestly, it was sad since it was just us two, now I’m trying to take him to more parks so that he can make friends to hopefully make the next birthday not so lonely for him.” He easily lies to your face and your eyes soften a tiny bit. 

Your eyes land on his chest as Toji crosses his arms, he grins glad that you were a tiny bit attracted to him. Makes things slightly easier. “Oh, what happened to his mother? Nevermind that’s personal, you don’t need to answer that I’m sorry!” You rush out slightly embarrassed. 

He shrugs. “She passed away about a year ago.” 

Your lips drop to a sympathetic smile looking down at Megumi who is slowly falling asleep. “I’m sorry, that must have been tough for you both. If you ever need help with him, please let me know.” Your tone dripped with kindness that Toji couldn’t help but to take advantage of.  He chuckled with a glance down at the concrete before turning to look into your soft eyes before the scarred corner of his lips tilted up into a smirk.

“Ima need your number for that, doll.”

next

a/n : so this is just the prologue but I’m very excited to post more very soon! I’d love to know your thoughts and depending how well this chapter does I might make a taglist if you guys would be interested in that :)

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Somehow you made Frankenstan more devastating, but tbh I’m glad it wasn’t what I initially thought and that Stan is the one who died. (I had a pissed on the poor moment and thought the kid died which would have been YIKES! for Ford. There would have been no place that man could have hid from Stan’s fury.)

Anyways about the kid!

Are they adopted? Are they biologically?

Who are they? What are their pronouns? How old are they?

Also does Ford put on deadened street for the kid, while he’s giving Stan a new kidney and teeth?

Stan: MY KID WHERES MY KID?!

Ford: *has not gotten sleep and has a tummy wummy something buggle that works for pigs but Stan’s kid is in it and has been fighting off demons whilst trying to resserect his brother* They are fine.

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Stan’s kid: *drawing a unicorn*

Ford: 💡!!!!

Stan's kid

Stan's kid for ZombieDadStan au. (try to say it three times lol)

Cassidy

They/them pronouns. Cassie didn't had a name until there was a medical emergency and Ford had no choice but to give them a name. Also he had to (very reluctantly) claim Cassie as his own child with all the paperwork. Another thing he took from his brother. They are Stan's biological child from a woman he had a short affair with.

Stan was brought back to the lane of living when Cassie was one year and a three months old.

Cassie started talking before walking (uncle's influence) which result in "family bonding time" where both father and child are learning how to walk while Ford helicopters around both of them. Also, Kid thinks Ford is their dad, not the green stinky man from dad's basement. Stan is miserable, Ford is an apologetic mess, Cassie refuses to come anywhere close to Stan. No one is having a great time. Except Bill, Bill got popcorn and front row seat to all the drama.

The idea of Cassie drawing a unicorn which sparks an idea for Ford is hilarious, but what if i add one more thing: Ford goes to the unicorn groove with the kid, cause "Babies are the purest of hearts" theory that he made up in his sleep-deprived mind. If it works than hooray unicorn hair acquired. If it doesn't Ford kicks a unicorn for telling his brother's kid that they aren't pure. Pick your favourite.

Btw thank you for the ask!!

Also I don't understand what deadened street means and translator isn't helping meee I'm sorry

All my GF au stuff is there

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Hello! I feel like I’ve been away for so long. I just got a big project, and it’s been so busy that I barely have time to chat with anyone. I’m still busy, but I miss everyone, so I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope you’re doing well!

Also, I have a little request—could you write me a short piece about Maegor’s son or Aemon’s son? Lol. Thank you so much! ❤️

I know the busy/big project struggle. Fingers crossed you're not stuck in that hell for too long!

Here's a little Maegor's sons AU (which I have officially named the Regicide AU).

x~x~x

“I shall have him rent limb from limb and tossed to the pigs!”

Maegor’s spells of fury were a near nightly occurrence, and Rhaena’s fear for her own safety had subsided over time as it became clear that he saw her, in some twisted manner, as a confidant. Perhaps he even believed that she must love him, as his wife. It should not surprise her; his previous queens had doubtless simpered and expressed their own undying adoration to swell his ego.

His threats tonight were particularly heated, and she guessed that Lord Butterwell had struck a nerve. Briefly, she considered sending for the boys—the one surefire way she knew to calm his ire—but she had no great love for her husband’s master of coin and she was curious.

“What precisely did Lord Butterwell do?”

“He dared suggest that my succession was unstable.” Maegor’s face took on an even redder hue in his fury. “My succession! I have two sons destined for greatness, and doubtless more to come, and he questions the realm’s stability!”

“Perhaps he merely seeks to understand what the succession is,” Rhaena said, unable to help her bitterness.

Maegor, who had been pacing, arms barred behind his back, halted in place to fix her with a heavy scowl. “Do you mean to be obtuse?”

“It is a fair question,” she said, refusing to balk at his clear displeasure. “My brother Aegon was my father’s heir, and yet you proclaimed yourself king over him. Should Aerion fall while still in his prime, who succeeds him? Rhaegar, or Aerion’s sons?”

“Your father was a kind man,” Maegor said, seeking perhaps to be generous, “and a weak king. His sons would have fared the realm no better.”

“We shall never know,” Rhaena said, folding her hands in her lap to dissuade the sudden fantasy that rose in her to drive a sewing needle through his eyes. “You intend for Rhaegar to fight for the crown, then, against his nephews?”

Maegor’s scowl deepened, her husband ever sensitive to any suggestion that their sons were anything less than perfect. “Then let it be a Valyrian marriage between my sons and your daughters. If they perform their marital duties, there will be no way of knowing son from nephew.”

It is not the same, she considered pointing out. Why should a father cede rule to nephew or son? But already Maegor’s dark mood seemed to have cleared, his enthusiasm for his solution growing. 

“I shall announce it to the realm at the tourney for their third name day,” Maegor declared.

Behold, the superior king, Rhaena thought, twisting her sneer into the smile he expected for his cleverness. It was not Maegor who had prevented the realm from being plunged deep into crippling debt after years of war and reckless spending. Rather it had been her advice to flex their power outward, at the uneasy Free Cities watching from across the Narrow Sea, who had been all too willing to pay to make the threat of dragons go away.

That and the suspiciously lop-sided trade agreements Volantis had offered and her husband had blithely accepted. They had played to Maegor’s pride in his sons, proclaiming them heralds of greatness, chosen by the gods of old Valyria.

Those same gods of old Valyria had brought their ancient homeland only Doom. Her sons could do without such a blessing.

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I wanna hear more about huntsman!Konig, if you have anything

I’m always waiting for someone to ask about my fucked up little AUs

Also, why do I keep making reader inserts that lack social skills? No….. it couldn’t be….

König leads a fairly isolated existence. Far away from the village center— it’s hard to trap animals in a place that carries the noise of humankind. So, in that way, it’s not so different from where you lived before.

But god… it’s so much warmer. He always has a fire going in the colder months. Every piece of furniture is covered in pelts. And of course, sleeping in a bed next to him… it’s like a dream.

He delivers the pig heart in a jewelry box to your stepmother. It seems to satisfy her, for the moment. But König still makes his trips to town alone, even though you no longer wear the veil. Like stolen goods, he’s afraid you’ll be discovered and repossessed, or worse— coveted by an even more depraved thief.

He’s surprised by your utility. For a princess, you have quite the work ethic. Though you aren’t a tanner, you do know the bare basics of gutting an animal. Time in the kitchens, and all that. He discovered this by surprise when he set a rabbit down in the kitchen, walked away, and came back to you slicing a neat line down its soft belly. Maybe it’s because you dressed in white when he first saw you, but he thinks you look quite pretty with a splash of red on your hands.

In the original tale, Snow White’s on a journey through her own subconscious in a sort of coming of age tale. She’s accompanied by representations of ego as she reckons with her existence being placed in the context of gender— the conclusion to her journey is acceptance of the male “other”, of seeing and being seen by the opposite sex. At least, in some interpretations.

So I imagine you as Snow White in this scenario to be going through something similar— albeit at a slightly older stage.

König is the first man you’ve ever truly known besides your father. Many of the servants in the castle were women, those that were men were mostly older, and most all of them were forbidden from speaking anything more than cordial necessities to you.

König has known the company of women, but never one so innocent as you.

He promised to keep you safe, which one would think means he cannot prey upon you. At least, he tells himself as much. And yet…

You have no idea what to do in the company of a man. Or perhaps the company of anyone. And it shows. But the huntsman really isn’t any better.

You bathe together. He isn’t comfortable with you going alone, and being out of his sight. And you’re not even socialized enough to feel the shame of it when he can see your bare skin.

The first time he touches your skin is when he has your hand gently pinned to some paper— he’s tracing it to make a pattern for his leatherwork. You’ll need a pair in the cold weather.

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au where both twins go through the portal in not what he seems. and ford finds them and helps them out of the nightmare realm.. but he cant keep them. so he goes to the safest dimension he cant think of: a better world.

alternate fiddleford and later alternate ford agree to watch them until ford can get them home. anyway, shenanigans Ensue.

including but not limited too:

grunkle stan, wendy, and soos raising every form of HELL known to man to get the twins back. maybe even getting mcgucket involved.. shermie learning stan Lost his Grandbabies.

og ford occasionally visiting over the months like a weird absent father. feeling so Strange but parental abt these kids.. maybe even taking them on Adventures. those end badly ofc.

the twins being so Weird and Sad abt fiddleford for reasons he doesnt get

alternate ford and dipper bonding over getting over their weird fucked up bill possession trauma.

ALTERNATE FIDDLEFORD GETS MABEL A PIG. WHO SHE NAMES STOMPS.

the kids marvelling over this weird but better (?) gravity falls with alternate versions of all the main cast influenced by fords work. such as:

thief wendy who was forced to steal after her dad lost the ability to lumber because ford made gf protected land.

gleefuls who are northwest level rich after gravity falls became more suburban.

northwests who payed ford to get rid of the ghosts AGES ago and therefore pacificas even worse

amateur cryptid hunters candy and grenda who come by the research center often. their ford and fiddles honorary nieces.

(YES i am going to be weird and sad abt how Definitely Gentrified gravity falls would be in this au)

and ofc: the twins trying their darndest to reconnect the brothers.

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PART 2 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, physical, mental, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

Previous part <-

You manage a week of getting lucky, slipping out, and coming home late without your dad waking up or meeting any of his bed partners. This morning though you wake up a little, sleeping through your alarm your body feels like a pile of weights. You sit on the edge of your bed it’s a Monday morning, you cleaned the house on Saturday and now you’re paying for it. Not that your dad would clean or do anything anyway, you had to earn your keep to stay there. You stand slowly and it feels like someone put the world on your shoulders, your hips ache, your shoulders ache, everywhere really. You manage some speed of brushing your teeth and hair before styling it and getting dressed. You grab your bag and keys before heading to the door. Only the coffee maker is on and you tense in the hallway. There’s a woman’s voice as well and your father’s low murmurs. You grip a strap or your bag and bravely walk out, heading straight for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You tense and turn to face your father who wears nothing but boxers. The woman has nothing but one of his shirts on as well. She’s new, you haven’t seen her before, not his typical hookups.

“The academy, to school,” you say.

“School? What are you fucking stupid? You finished school” Your dad’s eyes narrow and the woman behind him giggles a bit her eyes venomous.

“It’s to broaden my career options,” you say hoping he’d leave it. But it just makes him more annoyed as he stalks forward.

“Where the hell did you get money huh? You going to college?” He glares.

“No, it’s free and it isn’t a college,” you say your backpack hitting the door.

“Then what the hell is it? You whoring yourself around huh? Trying to get male validation because you look like a fucking pig?” God his breath smells like liquor as he crowds your space. His hand slams the wall beside you and you flinch.

“Answer me!” He yells.

“No, Dad, please it’s going to help me get a job,” you say your hands trembling but you clench them into fists.

“Damn right it better, you fucking fat-free loader, eating everything in this goddamn house, this is my house! You’re a guest here remember that!” He yells before slapping your face harshly. It makes your teeth clench together as you try not to make a sound. He turns to walk away and you think you’re free till a hard foot goes to your hip as you turn. This time it makes you cry makes you crumple against the door struggling with the knob as the woman laughs. You finally manage to get out of the house biting back tears at the flaring pain in your hip. God it feels like it’s broken, you limp to the bus biting the inside of your cheek before sitting down. You whimper at the pain hand over your mouth to quiet yourself your other hand resting against your hip. His hits always hurt more, everything always hurt more. You don’t understand why you’re always in pain like you’re not suffering enough. You’re late to school, and Professor Viktor is your first teacher which makes you internally groan. You got a note from the office, saying you hurt yourself over the weekend and couldn’t walk as fast. It’s a lame excuse but your limping makes it more believable. You walk into his class quietly his golden eyes snapping to yours. You hand him the note without a word afraid that another groan of pain will come out as you limp to your chair and sit down. He continues the lesson without looking at the note discarding it on his desk, you take out your things, you did the right thing getting a note, he’s just a prickly bastard.

God your hip, you can’t sit still trying to find a comfortable position so it doesn’t scream in pain. You stand up before packing needing to stand straight, but it just makes another shot of pain go down your leg. Fuck. Don’t cry, not in front of the professor, he’s the last person you want to cry in front of. Everyone’s gone though and you’re shaking. You can’t stand much longer before falling back into your chair, another spike. Your hands are fisted tightly, nails digging crescent moons in your palms. You jolt when there’s a hand on yours that’s fisted on the table. You stare at the professor as he unclenches your fists and examines the indents with a gentle touch.

“I’m going to give you five minutes to explain why you’re in pain, and it isn’t a normal injury” he says his eyes calculating, but there’s a strange warmth in them. You start to pack your things away before speaking.

“I’m fine, really, sorry” Why’re you apologising? You never remember anymore, you’re always doing something wrong, might as well apologise for it.

“Well, since you missed the start of the lesson you missed out on a crucial part, I need you to buy these books from the school's website” he hands you the list, you nod taking it and putting it in your front pocket.

“Have a good day” you say before leaving. By the afternoon the pain is dulled to a throb, and you sit near the back your eyelids barely staying up. Your body feels like it’s going to collapse. You try to focus on Mr Talis’s voice but fail, you rest your head in your arms and your eyes drift shut.

Jayce watches you, he received a message from Viktor, that you were late today, injured, in agony by what Viktor saw. You sit stiffly, eyes unfocused he doubts you’re even absorbing anything he’s saying with your half-closed eyelids. The moment your head hits your arms you’re gone and something in his heart quickens at the sight. Sure he’s had students sleep, but only because they don’t sleep at night, usually up studying, playing games or partying, you though, you looked genuinely exhausted like your body was going to give out. Once the rest of the class leaves he comes to your desk, his heart picks up your eyes closed, mouth parted slightly as you breathe evenly. Your body is still stiff though and he wonders where exactly you’re hurt, Viktor said you were limping, your leg? Sports injury? Having too much over the weekend? He doesn’t realise his hand is hovering by your face till you stir. He snaps his hand back as your eyes open, body jolting, hands braced on the table. He sees it then the look of pain he’s seen in Viktor too many times and something tugs in him.

“Evening” he offers a smile but you look genuinely mortified with yourself.

“Hey, easy, I’m not mad, saw you were struggling the moment you came in here, didn’t miss anything I can’t email” he says hoping to soothe your frazzled self but it doesn’t help, you’re shoving your things in your bad apologising and shaking?

“Everything alright? He asks worried and you force a smile and nod slinging your backpack on your shoulders, he doesn’t miss the strain in your eyes and jaw, he knows the look of hidden pain too damn well with Viktor. You say goodbye and he waves you back watching you limp. He studies the limp, it’s your hips, it’s exactly the same way Viktor walks when his hips hurt, only you’ve got a lot more body to shake and his lower abdomen clenches at the sight before he’s looking away and runs a hand through his neat hair. He meets up with Viktor his mind reeling a little he hasn’t really noticed a woman in a while, not with him and Viktor, but you… you stir something.

Viktor’s at his desk staring at a note a little too hard making him smile and forget things for a moment.

“You’re gonna burn it with that look” he grins but Viktor doesn’t relax.

“How was she?” The question makes him falter.

“She fell asleep in my class, looked ready to pass out, I let her have the last twenty minutes” he explains closing the door behind him and walking to Viktor’s desk to lean against it.

“She was stiff, in pain, but it’s the same look you get, the same hiding of pain, she’s had for years” he sighs running a hand through his hair again.

“That’s what I’m worried about” Viktor mutters lying the note down. Jayce peers at it, it’s an office note explaining why a student is late, her late note.

“V, what’s going on?” Jayce says and Viktor sighs leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t know, I can’t figure her out, all the other students are easy and stupid hormonal things, she’s too quiet, too on her own and in too much pain to be at school” Jayce watches Viktor’s jaw and hands clench before he sighs. Jayce kneels carefully in front of him, Viktor’s knees parting to let him closer. Viktor’s hand comes to his hair gently running through the strands. Jayce rests his head on his inner thigh breathing him in.

“I won’t lie to you Viktor, she stirred something in me I thought I only felt with you” he admits feeling his hand stop and then continues.

“Me too” Viktor murmurs, confirming his thoughts, they need this girl.

Next part ->

[leonawriter]

DCMK shapeshifter-adjacent AU where everyone has animal traits of some kind. There's no "family of [cat/dog/etc]" but the kind of animal someone is gets found out over time as they grow up, or just suddenly when they're a little kid. Sometimes it's a private thing, and sometimes they don't care at all. But overall it's only a tangential thing; people are still more human than they are animal. It might be weird for someone whose soul connects with pigs to eat pork, but it's not cannibalism.

So then we have Saguru, who did a little research on Kaitou Kid before coming to Japan, and who asks all the questions and follows the trails, and based on the profile he has of Kaitou Kid, he becomes convinced that Kid is a fox-spirit. After all, how could a trickster who effectively shapeshifts like that not be a kitsune?

Only then he starts going to school with Kaito, and finds out that Kaito IS Kid, and his worldview shifts because-

Kaito is decidedly not a fox.

It confuses him to no end, but that's the truth. He sees absolutely no sign of fox ears or a fox tail at any time, and no sign of anything else that would suggest it either. And given his own nature, the urge to chase and hunt does come out, but it's purely because he's Kaito, and not the instinct of dog-chase-fox he would have assumed was there.

(Saguru is a golden retriever. His father did sigh somewhat when they realised, wishing that he could have been a little more presentable, but his mother adores them both and he'd never intended to ingratiate himself into high society anyway.)

He finds out what Kaito is during the summer.

Aoko - a blue-eyed cat herself - had been brushing out Kaito's unruly hair since it had somehow gained enough adornments of twigs and leaves to look like he was trying to be a bird's nest, and Kaito was happy to simply sit and let it happen, although grumbling and complaining whenever she pulled on a tangle.

Saguru had watched, amused, while he'd been eating his lunch. Halfway through, Aoko had finished and Kaito moved from where he was to flop next to Saguru himself, leaving him nonplussed.

He thinks that if he moves, then Kaito - easily startled at the best of times, even when comfortable and confident - will disappear.

Aoko only rolls her eyes at them both as he tries to finish his meal in an unnerved slowness, and lets her tail whack against Kaito's face when she turns away from them both with a muttered "Dumb rabbit."

(He finds out that he'd been half right on the ball assuming that Kaitou Kid was a fox some months after that enlightening moment. Kaito may not be, but his father on the other hand - the original Kaitou Kid whose reputation had come first - definitely was.)

[mikibwrites]

In the garden of evil, honey

Hello all, please have this as a token of my apology for taking almost two years to post it lol. I'm still working on Trueblood Tarlos, don't you worry, but this has been sitting in my wips for FAR too long :) Tags at the bottom are folks who showed interest, please let me know if you don't want to be tagged! <3

7.4k | Rated: M | Supernatural AU | Read on Ao3

The first time Carlos ever saw TK Strand, he was playing honeypot for a vampire. 

Carlos didn’t know this, of course, at the time. He’d simply caught sight of the most devastating green eyes he’d ever seen in his life, blinking innocently up at a tall, thin man with greed in his smile. What gave away the vamp himself was the smooth, lascivious way he’d run a finger delicately down this pretty man’s arm, full of possessive intent. Vampires just had a way of asserting their aura in a room: look at me, you can’t touch me, but I can own you. 

The thought, coupled with the sight of the pretty man’s sweet, naive smile as he threw back the last of his drink and got up to follow the vampire out of the bar, made Carlos shiver in disgust before he had the wherewithal to jump up and follow them. He was not about to let some innocent person become dinner on his watch. 

Carlos stealthily made his way out of the bar and around to the alley in back, gleaming 10-inch Bowie knife already in his hand. It wasn’t the most efficient way to behead a vamp–the only way you could kill them–but he wasn’t in the practice of bringing his machete on nights out to drown his loneliness. He’d make do, he’d have to.

Turns out, he didn’t have to use it at all.

The scene that greeted him in the alley stopped him short. The tall, thin vampire laid on the ground in two pieces, his head still rolling before catching up against the dirty brick wall on the side of the building. The pretty man was there, looking bored. There was another man in the alley with him, older but still ridiculously handsome, holding a…sword? The blade was bloody and dripping, and the man holding it looked absolutely delighted. 

“See? I told you it would work! Best purchase I’ve ever made with someone else’s money!” the older man said, gleeful and bright. On further inspection, the resemblance between the object of Carlos’ attention and this other man was uncanny. Unless the younger one was an accident of extremely late in life birth, this was a father and son. 

And, obviously, they knew what they were doing. So, hunters, Carlos surmised. 

At the moment of his realization, as he started putting away his knife in relief, the younger man turned on him with a confused and slightly irritated expression.

“What the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me?” 

“Well, I thought you might be in danger, and–”

“Do I look like a damsel in distress to you? What the fuck were you thinking? You were just gonna stare at me all night, then as soon as I left with another guy you’d come after us and, I don’t know, lay claim for my hand or something? And you could have been killed for it–”

“I wouldn’t have, I know what I’m doing,” Carlos said, a little indignantly because really, did he look like an incompetent idiot? 

“Son, calm down. Look, he’s one of us.” The older man, still holding his ridiculously large sword–and really, did he carry that around everywhere? Just out in the open?--began walking toward his son and Carlos, who had unconsciously moved closer to each other amid their snarking. 

Carlos saw the son take in his whole appearance, including the knife still dangling in his hand, and scoffed.

“You expected to kill a vamp with a pig sticker?” This was accompanied by a derisive laugh that really should not have been as ridiculously attractive as it was, considering Carlos was the object of said derision. But the heart and the dick want what they want. 

Still, Carlos wasn’t going to not defend himself. “Trust me, I can slice off a bloodsucker’s head with a butter knife if I have to. Not all of us carry medieval weapons with us to the goddamn bar.” 

The father looked offended for a moment, admiring his sword once again before directing his attention back at Carlos. “Please excuse him, he doesn’t work well with others. I’m sure you understand, being a hunter yourself. We’re not exactly a sociable bunch.”

Carlos conceded the point. He was used to other hunters being tight knit with their own, and distrustful of almost anyone else. It came with seeing the things you saw in this life. 

“I’m Owen, and Mr. Grumpy here is my son, TK.” Owen put his hand out, and Carlos shook it. 

“Carlos, pleased to meet you both,” he said politely. His own hand came away a little bloody, and Owen looked chagrined for a moment. 

TK, for his part, was finally relaxing in Carlos’ presence, accepting the fact that Carlos hadn’t been barreling headlong into a suicide mission as TK had obviously first thought. His irritation was turning, wildly, into admiration by the minute, judging by the not exactly covert once–and then twice–over look he gave Carlos while his dad’s back was turned. He said nothing, though. 

“Well, I think we best be on our way,” Owen said as he bent down to begin picking up the body. “A hand here, son?”

TK gave Carlos one more look, then shuffled over to help Owen pick up the dead weight and toss it into a nearby dumpster. Carlos took it upon himself to palm the head, lifting it up and casually tossing it in the open container before Owen let the lid slam down over their gruesome quarry. 

“Was nice to meet you, Carlos. See you on the flip!” Owen called, already making his way out of the alley. 

“Likewise, sir,” he answered with a small smile. TK made to follow his father, having to walk close by Carlos in the small width of the alley. Carlos just couldn’t resist the words that came next, the magnetism from TK pulling at him to not let this man get away, even knowing it was fruitless. “So, that your type?” he asked, gesturing vaguely back to the dumpster. “Tall, possessive men with evil intent?”

TK didn’t miss a beat, and what he said next sealed Carlos’ fate even though he didn’t know it at the time. 

“Nah, I like my men tall, dark, chivalrous, and good with butter knives.” He smirked devilishly, looking up through his eyelashes, and pushed past Carlos out of the alley. 

Carlos had never swooned in his life, and he did his best not to start now, but he couldn’t have said if he was successful. 

–

They met again, as fate or luck or destiny would have it, three weeks and four states later at a bar called Ryder’s. It was run by a hunter couple who, for all intents and purposes, were retired, but no one ever left this life completely. It was a nice place to be amongst like-minded people, people who had seen and heard and survived the same horrendous things, and you could unwind knowing no one was going to judge you. Hunters, as a general rule, had very specific neuroses that didn’t sit well with normal people most of the time. 

Carlos entered the bar at 3pm on a Tuesday, and walked right into Owen as he was stepping out. 

“Carlos! Nice to see you again. Been staying out of trouble?” he smiled.

“Not at all, sir,” Carlos joked. 

Owen chuckled.“I know all about that. I heard about that djinn den you broke up last week. Hell of a job, son.” Hearing the approval of a father, even if it wasn’t his own, was sobering and it took Carlos a moment to respond. 

“Oh, that was all Iris, sir. My partner. She’s the mastermind.” It was true. Iris was the best hunter Carlos had ever met, and he’d met plenty over the last three years. She had her struggles, but the way her mind worked in twisty bends and blunt reality at turns was truly an advantage in their line of work. Carlos was just the muscle most days, but he kept up. 

“I’d love to meet her,” Owen said, “pick her brain sometime.” 

“You can, sir, if you’d like. She’s meeting me here.” 

“I look forward to it. Just gotta grab something from the truck.”

Carlos bid Owen a temporary farewell and made his way to the bar, eyes unconsciously searching. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping the son wasn’t far from the father. He was right, it turned out, and he found TK at the end of the bar, chatting with Grace as she wiped out a pint glass. 

“Hey, Carlos! Long time no see,” Grace greeted him with a smile. It caused TK to whip his head around to stare before his face cracked into a grin. 

“Well, well. Fancy meeting you here and not in a dark alley.” Carlos got lost in his beautiful green eyes for a moment before he could respond, and TK was still speaking. “To be fair, though, I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting you anywhere.”

Carlos coughed a bit, his eyes cutting to Grace as she laughed and moved over to a pair of women flagging her down. 

“That so?” Carlos finally said as he slid onto the stool next to TK. 

“Mmm.”

Carlos roughly turned the conversation into something resembling small talk, and they chatted for a long while before a familiar song lit up the jukebox, the down and dirty guitar riffs sinking into Carlos’ veins. He steeled his resolve, and took a chance.

He cut his eyes over to the dancefloor and back to TK. “Hey. You wanna dance?”

TK contemplated for a moment, the music suffusing into the room and filling their ears with a sultry energy. Finally, he answered, “No.”

“No?” Carlos was taken aback, but TK’s expression had shifted from good-natured into something else entirely. It sent shivers down Carlos’ spine in the best way.

“No, I don’t wanna dance. I wanna meet you in a dark alley.” TK raised an eyebrow at him before getting up and sauntering across the room, pausing at the back door and looking back at Carlos, frozen on his stool. TK jerked his head, and that finally got Carlos moving. 

When Carlos found him, TK was leaned up against the battered wood siding, one foot propped up against the wall, smirking. Carlos strode up to him and immediately placed his hands on TK’s waist. 

“So. You lured me out here. What now?”

“Well, we don’t exactly have much time before someone finds us out here, and I share a motel room with my dad so that’s out.” He quirked an eyebrow, silently asking if Carlos had any ideas. 

“I’m afraid Iris and I didn’t mean to stay long, so I haven’t got a motel room of my own at the moment.” To be fair, Carlos also wouldn’t leave Iris here at Ryder’s to satisfy his lust anyway, he wasn’t that kind of guy. However, TK was making him seriously question a good number of his morals. 

“Back alley blowjob it is, then,” TK said simply, before dropping to his knees. 

–

After that, Carlos and Iris ran into TK and Owen more frequently than he could’ve predicted, which he’d later learn was all TK’s doing. His husband would admit this much, much later as in the early days, TK did his best to seem aloof and hard to get–despite their second meeting resulting in mutual orgasms. He’d rock Carlos’ entire world and leave without a trace, only to turn up a couple of months later to nag Carlos about his knife collection, the way he staked out a mark, or–on one memorable occasion–the type of beer he was buying in a roadside gas station in Pennsylvania. 

“You’re really gonna drink a Keystone Light after that?” TK asked from behind him, startling Carlos more than he’d care to admit. ‘That’ referred the days-long job in which Carlos and Iris had weeded out a particularly adept shapeshifter and finally brought her down. Carlos didn’t ask how TK had heard of a job he’d completed less than six hours ago, because he’d learned over the course of the past year that TK just knew these things. Especially about Carlos. “I thought you were a Texan. Not gonna go for the Shiner?”

Carlos, too smitten at this point to do any kind of arguing, made the switch just to see the way TK’s eyes danced knowingly under the dim strip lighting. 

“What are you drinking, then? You drove all this way from Ohio just to berate my beer choices, I might as well buy you one for your trouble.” Carlos himself was also unusually abreast of where and what TK was doing at any given moment.

TK raised his eyebrows at Carlos’ knowledge of his whereabouts, but simply said, “I don’t.”

And Carlos…had noticed that over these past few months. It was strange for a hunter not to self-medicate, with the things they saw and did, but he’d never begrudge anyone their coping mechanisms, whatever they were. Clearly either TK was into harder things, or he had some other secret way to unwind. 

Carlos learned later that it used to be the first option, that TK would do his best to numb his body and mind with whatever he could get his hands on in the years after his mother was killed, but that over time his father had brought him back from the brink and he’d turned a new leaf right around the time they’d met for the first time. To this day he still struggled, but Carlos was there for him every step of the way. 

They met and fell into bed together nearly every chance they got over the next two years. When it came time that Owen decided he could better serve the community by teaming up with Judd to increase the knowledge base hunters worked with, and when Iris’ sister Michelle came back from England and convinced Iris she wanted in, well. It made sense for Carlos to bid Iris a tearful–not permanent, they promised–goodbye and he and TK packed their combined arsenals into Carlos’ flashy Camaro–

“So fucking impractical, oh my god! It’s tiny, it doesn’t hold nearly enough in the trunk, and it’s distinctive as hell! How in the fuck do you manage to keep a low profile with this thing? The cops are bound to know you!”

“It’s fast,” was Carlos’ smug answer. 

–and headed out on their own. They made a name for themselves quite quickly, taking out whole vampire dens and weeding out shifters and werewolves and djinns up and down the highways of every US state. They had ins with local groups based on Owen’s name, but soon they were holding their own among the hunter community as a formidable team. TK was a skilled marksman, one of the best snipers Carlos had ever met, and a talented con man, smiling and charming his way into anyone’s good graces, especially their marks–not unlike he was doing when Carlos first met him all that time ago–and Carlos had taken everything Iris had ever taught him about research and planning and waiting for the precise moment to heart, able to suss out patterns and motives TK was continuously impressed by.

Also, he was still ‘disgustingly talented’ with a knife. TK’s words, as he’d kissed him deeply and wholly inappropriately three feet from a dissolving corpse in the middle of an abandoned schoolhouse. 

They’d encountered more than their fair share of demons, with the mounting numbers of them clawing their way up from hell, but Carlos had a sigil carved into the back of his watch and TK had a medallion around his neck that his father had given him when he was 17 that he never took off. They were safe, they were skilled, and they were efficient. 

Six months into hunting together and nearly four years into their dance of knowing each other, TK proposed with a piece of wire he’d nicked from a hardware store, folded into a ring shape and presented on one knee in the alley behind Ryder’s. Carlos would swear to his grave, in every retelling they recounted for their friends, that he hadn’t cried, but they both knew better. 

Their romance was like hunting itself: wild but precise, loud but stealthy, adrenaline followed by the calm after the storm. Guaranteed to keep going long into the unknown. 

–

It happened on an innocuous Tuesday, no job in town but they’d stopped because they heard the ice cream shop on main street in this tiny town had a boysenberry flavor and TK couldn’t be reasoned with when he wanted something, and Carlos couldn’t be arsed to tell him no. 

They enjoyed their ice cream while walking up the nearly deserted street, when something crawled across the back of Carlos’ neck. A warning. A sixth sense. He didn’t need to turn to TK to know he’d felt it too, in his own way. 

“The general store over there,” TK said lowly, his hand creeping into place at the small of Carlos’ back, a silent reassurance that they were in this together. 

Carlos glanced across the street, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, but still getting that persistent feeling in his gut that something was wrong. “Let’s go.”

The bell rang cheerily as they entered, and there was an older man with a thick beard standing behind the counter. His voice shook when he greeted them, and Carlos’ hackles raised higher. 

“Hi, fellas. W-What can I do you for?” 

TK immediately slid into charm mode. “Just looking for some twine, sir. Our trunk won’t seem to shut, the latch is broken, gotta get that looked at,” he rubbed the back of his head self-deprecatingly, smiling bashfully, “you got any strong stuff we could use?”

The man didn’t relax, but smiled as best he could. Carlos, meanwhile, was casing the store looking for anything out of place. When he circled toward the back, near the door marked Staff Only, he found a few seed packets that had fallen from their display on the wall adjacent. It wasn’t until he heard the pained gasp from behind the door, faint but audible, that his instincts fully kicked in. He glanced at TK and the older man, nearer to the middle of the store where the man was showing TK a few rolls of twine. They locked eyes, and Carlos tilted his head toward the door. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything stronger, would you? Maybe in the back?” TK asked innocently, gesturing toward where Carlos was standing. 

The man’s face paled. “I-I don’t know, I-”

Carlos strode over to him as calmly as possible. He wasn’t as good at the con game as TK was, so he led with the straightforward truth. “Sir, are you in danger?” The man paled further, but didn’t seem inclined to talk. “If you’re not, then is someone else?” He again tilted his head toward the door at the back. 

TK had dropped his act as well. “We can help you, trust us.” His eyes bore nothing but truth, and they seemed to soften the man a bit. 

“M-my…my wife. She’s–my son and daughter are–oh god…” the man said in a pained whisper.

“Sir?”

“When we all came in today–we own the place, we all pitch in–my kids were…not themselves. They told me to stay out here and they took her back there and…and sometimes I hear screams.” His voice cracked on the last bit. “This isn’t them, I swear they aren’t like this! It isn’t them!” He was whisper shouting, clearly still afraid of what was behind the door. “They said they’ll kill her if I go back there.”

Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. “What are their names? Your kids.”

“Lindy and Zach. My wife’s name is Melissa.” When TK and Carlos immediately started towards the front door, he grabbed both their arms. “Wait! Where are you going? I thought you said you’d help us!”

“Just gotta get a few things from the car, we’ll be right back,” TK assured him. 

When they returned, carrying a book and a bottle of holy water, the man eyed them wearily. “You got any salt?” Carlos asked. The man just pointed at a far shelf, and Carlos helped himself to three pint containers. “Wait here, no matter what you hear, do not come back there, okay?”

He looked at them incredulously. “What are you going to do?” 

“We’re gonna save your wife and kids, sir, but we need to be quick about it, otherwise they’ll get away.” 

The man was still looking at them like they were crazy–which they were used to from the general public–but he apparently wanted any kind of help at this point so he let them go. 

When TK opened the door to the back room, Lindy and Zach were standing over their mother, tied to a chair, looking like they’d used her for knifework practice. Slices and cuts littered her arms, legs, and neck, and her head was hanging limply as blood flowed out of every wound in a steady trickle. Considering they didn’t know how long this had been going on, Carlos erred on the side of caution and assessed she’d need medical attention pretty quickly. 

Upon their arrival, the two teenagers turned to look at them, their eyes gleaming black, and Carlos’ heart lurched. 

Demons. 

“Come to join the party, hunters?” the girl said. 

“Come to give you an express ride back downstairs,” TK said with a grin as Carlos dropped down to line the exit with salt. 

TK ripped the cork out of his bottle of holy water and splashed them both with it, hitting the mother but clearly not causing any harm. They both screamed, and the girl hit the ground but the boy made for the back wall. 

“Shit,” Carlos muttered, watching as the possessed Zach kicked open a back door leading out into an alley between buildings before he kicked into gear and followed. He paused at the door to look back at TK, who already had the book out, flipped open to the quickest exorcism text they had.

“Go! I got it here.”

Carlos spared one more moment to take in his husband, then bolted. Demons were strong, sure, but they had limitations based on the body they possessed, and Zach was a stringy, short kid who couldn’t be more than 14, so Carlos was on him in under a minute. They grappled to the ground, and Zach spit some choice words in his face before Carlos took the container of salt still in his hand and emptied it down his throat. 

The black smoke hurled out of the boy, shaking his body and causing his eyes to water before he finally went still, the occasional ragged cough racking his frame until he calmed fully. That lasted for about five seconds.

“Oh my god, where’s my mom? Where’s my sister? I remember–oh god.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay,” Carlos cooed as he took the boy in his arms. Even though he was a stranger, Carlos had just saved the kid’s life, so Zach folded into his arms readily. “My husband is with them, and he probably dealt with it a lot more elegantly than I just did. Sorry about that, by the way,” he murmured, gesturing to the kid’s mouth still spitting salt.

“Whatever you did just now–was fucking brilliant. No notes. Thank you,” Zach said in a hoarse voice. 

“Come on, let’s go see your mom and sister. I bet TK has it all wrapped up by now.”

“He that good? You sound pretty confident.” Zach got up off the ground and brushed his pants of gravel. 

“Oh yeah. He’s good,” Carlos smiled to himself. 

When they arrived back at the back room of the general store, it was apparent that TK had, in fact, not dealt with things elegantly at all. The chair the mother had been tied to was in pieces, the mother thankfully still whole, but tossed to the far side of the room where she lay still, but breathing. The daughter was also unconscious, but breathing deeply in TK’s arms. TK himself had two cuts on his cheek, and there was blood steadily seeping into his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. 

Carlos’ eyes went directly to it, but TK shook his head. “I’m fine, just a scratch. She wouldn’t give up the knife,” he shrugged. He turned to Zach, “She’s okay though, the thing that was in her is gone.”

The father ran to them just then, nearly sliding across the floor and scattering the salt barrier they’d laid down earlier, putting his hands on his daughter’s face before crawling over to his wife. 

“You should get them all to the hospital, and soon,” Carlos said. “What was there is gone, but they’ve still got wounds.”

“Yeah, I had to clock her over the head a little so she’d stop coming at me. Couldn’t read the book. I should memorize it like Iris,” TK said with a roll of his eyes, supremely confident in a job well done. Carlos just smiled. “We’ll lock up the store, you go,” he said to the father as he gathered his wife in his arms. Zach took his sister’s body and the four of them were out the door and into a waiting pickup truck. 

“This is kind of embarrassing. I sang your praises, told Zach you’d deal with it elegantly.”

“How is this not elegant?” TK asked, gesturing to the carnage of the room–supplies pushed off shelves, the splintered remnants of the chair, what was probably–hopefully–cleaning chemicals spilled onto the floor. His smug smirk melted Carlos’ bones, though. 

“Come on, we gotta get that looked at, too,” he said, gesturing to TK’s shoulder. 

“This? Nah. Just a scratch, I promise.” He moved his arm up and down leisurely, not a hint of pain on his face. “See?”

“Mmm. Still gonna want to bandage it back at the motel. You’re just gonna have to bear my miserable sewing skills.” 

“The tragedy,” TK rolled his eyes but smiled up at Carlos. Carlos, used to how these things usually went, sauntered over and placed his hands on TK’s waist, pulling him closer. 

TK simply pecked him on the lips, smiling indulgently before muttering, “Let’s go. I’m beat.” Carlos watched him walk out of the room, tiptoeing over the scattered salt line before flicking his head that Carlos should follow. “You coming?”

Carlos stood for a confused moment before following him out, his eyes catching on something glinting in a corner of the room. He stopped and bent over, unearthing TK’s medallion from a pile of individually packaged toilet paper. He slipped it into his pocket and followed TK out to the car. 

Back at the motel, TK went straight to the shower and came back out in sweatpants and a t-shirt, a bandage clearly wrapped around his upper left shoulder under the sleeve. Carlos watched as he went about his nightly routine, moisturizing his face and combing his hair. He watched as TK folded up his jacket into a trash bag and put it into his luggage, presumably to be cleaned of the blood later when they had proper facilities. He then slid into bed next to Carlos, pecked him on the cheek, and bid him goodnight. 

Carlos never saw his wound. 

Over the next few days, they made their way towards Tennessee where they were supposed to meet up with the Blake sisters for some much needed time off to relax. TK was his usual chatty self in the car, and Carlos laughed at his stupid puns just like he always did. Carlos texted Iris as soon as they hit town, and she suggested they meet at her motel, and she and Michelle would be waiting. Perfect. 

When Carlos knocked on the door of room 318, he could hear the excited shuffling through the thick wood before it was flung open and he had an armful of Iris. He enveloped her in his arms and breathed in her comforting scent; he hadn’t seen his best friend in nearly a year as their jobs had taken them to different ends of the continent–and then to different continents–but coming back together was like breathing. 

“We’re all set,” she whispered in his ear and he tensed slightly before nodding imperceptibly and letting her drop back down to the carpet.

TK was hugging Michelle and chatting amiably, and Michelle was slowly ambling their conversation across the room toward the small dining table. “Come sit and have some coffee, TK. I got that stupid oat creamer you like, with the honey that doesn’t actually taste like honey,” Iris chirped as she and Carlos followed the other two across the room. 

Michelle poured a generous cup for all of them, and she and TK sat down at the table with theirs. Carlos watched her emit the smallest sigh of relief as TK took the seat across from her. As intended. 

“How have you guys been?” she asked him, tone cordial. 

“Chelle, come on. Let’s just get to it,” Iris interrupted, looking bewildered that Michelle would attempt small talk now that their mark had taken his seat. Carlos put a hand around her shoulders and squeezed. 

“She’s right. I want this over with,” he said. 

TK darted his eyes in between all of them, looking increasingly confused. “Get what over with?” His voice was small. Innocent. 

Michelle sighed and got up from her chair, coming to stand next to her sister. “Fine. But make it fast. I don’t want to give him a chance to–”

“What’s going on?” TK asked, his gaze still flitting between everyone else in the room. “Carlos?” The bewilderment in his expression couldn’t be faked. 

Except it was.

“You’re not my husband,” Carlos said flatly, staring into eyes he’d dreamt about for months before he’d even gotten up the nerve to ask TK on a proper date. 

“Carlos?” TK’s voice was incredulous. “What are you saying?” Carlos thought to himself that he was playing it rather well. However, there was a simple enough test to prove Carlos was right.

“If you’re really my husband, the love of my life, then come over here and kiss me.”

Carlos had seen it once or twice over the last few days: he’d go in for a kiss and TK’s face would screw up just slightly, only for a split second, before he’d allow the affection. It turned Carlos’ stomach every time, especially after he’d made his ultimate conclusion.

TK–not TK–being none the wiser, seemed to steel himself before taking a step toward Carlos. 

Except he was stopped by an invisible force, unable to walk even a foot away from the table. His face was confused for half a second, holding onto the act, before it dropped and a truly enraged scowl took over his beautiful features.

He turned to Iris and Michelle. “You fucking cunts,” he spat, looking up to the ceiling where the Blake sisters had painted a demon trap in black chalk. 

“Shut up,” Carlos spat right back. “You’ve got one chance here before I start in on the reading and the holy water. Get out of my husband and go back where you came from.”

The demon just laughed. Hearing the evil edge to his own husband’s voice turned his stomach. “You know what? I don’t think I will.” He sauntered back and plopped down into one of the chairs again, leaning back with his legs stretched out in front of him like he didn’t have a care in the world, like Carlos wasn’t about to unleash holy fire on him for daring to defile his husband. When he looked back up, his eyes were fully black, and Carlos had to fight the nausea that instantly threatened to take him. It was abhorrent, seeing TK’s gorgeous green eyes give way to hell’s dark pits. 

“Fine, have it your way,” Carlos said with disgust, walking over to where he’d dropped his duffle by the door. He grabbed the old, beaten leather book and a plastic water bottle, taking a moment to level out his breathing. TK was still in there, and no matter how much Carlos wanted to wreak havoc on the hellspawn for daring to possess him, he couldn’t hurt TK in any physical way. The holy water would have to do, along with the salt Michelle was now brandishing in her left hand. 

“Just,” the demon started, a sinister look of curiosity on his face, “for shits and giggles…what gave it away? I thought I was doing pretty well there. Especially with the stupid puns, my god this guy has so many stupid puns saved up in here.” He tapped his temple. “Between the screaming and the pleading it was hard to get to some of them, but I did it. You even laughed. It was cute.” 

“I’m not going to indulge you no matter how much you want me to. You’re going back to hell, so sit tight and shut up, asshole.”

“Was it because I wouldn’t kiss you? Because I gotta say, I think I did pretty well playing at being a f–”

Screams erupted from the demon’s throat as his skin started smoking and burning, the uncapped bottle of holy water clutched in Carlos’ hand. The demon tried to rush at him, rage on his face and in his black eyes, but he was brought up short by the invisible brick wall of the trap. He looked like he was fighting against it with everything he had, to no avail. 

“I said, sit tight and shut up,” Carlos growled. He set down the bottle and opened his book, flipping to the right page. “Don’t worry TK,” he whispered under his breath. “I’m gonna get you back. Don’t worry, baby.” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and started chanting.

It was hard to watch TK’s body writhe and scream and cover his ears in agony, but Carlos kept on. Occasionally he’d have to stop for a breath, and the demon would taunt him some more, but he did his best not to listen to it. He got through two-thirds of the ritual before he paused just long enough for the demon to spit: “He hates you, you know. Can’t stand you. You’re too controlling and you nag every damn day about the way he washes clothes and the way he stocks the weapons. The sex has just been good enough that he’s stuck around. He wishes he could leave you. He’s tried to, sometimes, just trying to pack up in the middle of the night, but you always wake up when he moves. Throw your arm over him and cage him in. He hates it.”

Carlos stopped cold for a solid thirty seconds. He was shocked enough that he forgot himself until Iris punched his arm, hard. “Hey, don’t listen. He’s just trying to get you to stop, TK doesn’t think those things at all, and you know it. Don’t be stupid, Carlos.”

“Really? I’m the one in his head. Continuous line to all his thoughts. Who you gonna trust?” the demon snarls with a smile. In that moment, it had never been harder to remind himself that it was TK’s face, TK’s voice saying these things, but it was not TK. 

Carlos shook himself, glared at the demon who was now cackling with glee despite the burns on his arms and face, and deliberately continued his chant. 

“Okay! Okay, fine! Damnit, you son of a bitch! You motherfucker! Stop! Stop! Please, it hurts!”

“Good,” Michelle snapped. 

“It hurts him, too, you know. He’s screaming for mercy in here,” the demon said to Carlos, trying for a smile and failing through his pain. 

“He can take it. I’ve seen TK take two stabs to the back and keep going. You don’t scare him and you don’t scare me.” Two passages left and this demon would be gone. Carlos raised his book again.

The screams and cries grew louder, louder, until they were cut off completely. TK’s body seized up, his fingers going crooked and mangled, as black smoke poured from him and rippled to the floor, disappearing out of sight. They all held their breath for the smallest sliver of a moment before Carlos rushed forward to catch TK before he fell to the floor like a ragdoll. 

He was unconscious, so Carlos started rubbing his sternum and calling out to him. “TK, come on, baby, come back to me. I know you’re in there, you have to be, please come back.” As Carlos continued trying to revive his husband, Michelle rushed over to her duffle for medical supplies in case they’d injured TK somehow during the exorcism. Iris stood by Carlos for moral support. 

“He’ll be okay, just give him a minute,” she said softly, rubbing her hand through Carlos’ curls. 

Just when Carlos was starting to panic, TK’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Carlos felt like his own strings had been cut as he collapsed down on top of his husband in relief. The only thing that pulled his attention away from holding TK tight and never letting go was the small, pained gasp. He sat back up and looked TK over frantically, trying to decipher where he was injured. He didn’t think they did anything damaging to an actual human, but... “Baby? What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”

TK was barely conscious, now that the demon animating his body was gone. This wasn’t normal, once a demon was exorcised, the person went right back to normal. Usually. 

“A-arm,” came TK’s strained, quiet reply. He tilted his chin to indicate his left arm, which was lying limply at his side. 

Carlos rushed to rip his jacket off, trying not to cause further pain but finding it difficult to go slowly. When he could see the shoulder, he nearly choked. The sleeve of the shirt was distorted by the makeshift bandage underneath it, but the material was discolored with old blood and something else Carlos didn’t want to contemplate. 

“Michelle!” he cried as she came rushing over. “Oh god, he got this days ago. He said it was a scratch, he…” Carlos knew now that it was the demon talking. The demon himself didn’t feel any pain from the host's body besides holy water and salt, but TK had been trapped in his own mind with a hellspawn and this pain for days. Carlos felt sick. 

Michelle was right next to him, cutting away the ragged strips of old t-shirt the demon had covered up the wound with. It’s no wonder he hadn’t ever come to bed shirtless. “Looks like he just covered it enough to hide the bleeding, he didn’t clean it at all” Michelle observed. The wound itself was ugly. Festering, swollen, and leaking as Michelle prodded at it. “It’s definitely infected.”

“Come on, we gotta get him to a hospital!” Carlos begged her.

“Yes, we do, but hang on. I’ve got some antibiotics in my bag, I’ll give him a dose to hold him over before we go.” She worked quickly and efficiently, though not quickly enough for Carlos. He kept his eyes on TK’s face as Michelle cleaned the wound with the items Iris brought her on command, the sisters working like a well-oiled machine. TK was in and out of consciousness, wincing in pain and clamping his mouth shut when it got too intense before passing out again. 

It felt like ages but Michelle finally finished up and Carlos carried him out to the car and held him all the way to the emergency room doors. As they placed him on a stretcher, about to wheel him away, his hand reached for Carlos one more time. Carlos grabbed his hand, placing kisses on his knuckles, stroking his hair softly. “I’m here baby, I’ll be with you again soon, I promise.”

TK’s eyes fluttered but he was clearly working hard to stay conscious. He looked up into Carlos’ eyes, his expression pleading. His voice was cracked and withered, barely able to make a sound. “Don’t hate you, don’t hate you,” he repeated, shaking his head minutely and still looking at Carlos with a plea in his bright green eyes. Carlos squeezed his hand as tightly as he dared, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I know that, I know. I promise I know that. I know you love me. Even if I nag you about the clothes,” he said, smiling and trying to lighten the mood. 

“Love you,” TK sighed before being whisked away by the nurses.

“He’ll be fine, Carlos,” Michelle said, putting an arm around his shoulder. “It’s infected but they’ll fix it. He’ll be good as new, I promise.”

Carlos could only nod as the adrenaline finally hit him and he sagged into a chair, flanked by both sisters as they sat vigil until they could see TK again. 

He was still furiously twirling his wedding ring around his finger hours later when a doctor came out to tell them TK would make a full recovery. The sigh of relief that left him settled his bones in a way he hadn’t felt in over a week, and he was suddenly exhausted beyond measure. 

“Come on,” Iris prodded, tugging on his wrist as she rose from her chair. “Lets go ream him for getting himself possessed.” Even though Carlos knew she was at least half-joking, he couldn’t help himself from wanting to yell a little at TK losing his medallion in the first place and causing all this mess. 

However, the moment he walked into TK’s hospital room, he was bombarded with a barely coherent TK spouting apologies and pleas at him anyway. God, Carlos and I’m so stupid, and I’m sorry, baby, can you forgive me? Before Carlos could get a word in edgewise, TK had worked himself up to near panic now that he was more conscious than he had been all day.

“Baby, baby, shh. I’m not mad.” TK’s eyebrows raised up into his hairline. “Okay, maybe a little mad, but not at you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pushed a hand through TK’s greasy hair, humming a little and thinking of when they could get out of here and share a shower back at the hotel. 

“The chain broke. I felt it break, but I was kind of busy, and then all of a sudden I was—” He choked up a little, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” 

“I know you didn’t. Not your fault, okay? We made it through, like we always do.” 

“Yeah,” TK said with a soft smile before his eyes went curious. “By the way, what did give it away? I know the demon asked and you didn’t answer, but…”

Carlos was silent for a moment, weighing whether or not he should tell him because the answer was…well. But ultimately he decided, fuck it. 

“I knew before we left the general store that day. Well, maybe I didn’t know, but I was suspicious. The rest of the night confirmed it.”

“What made you suspicious?”

“When the fight was over, you only pecked me on the lips and left the scene immediately. Even though the family had left, and we were alone, you wanted to leave straight away.” Carlos left it there, hoping TK would get it. His face said that he didn’t, like his husband wasn’t self aware enough to see the issue. 

Carlos sighed. “TK. When have you ever, in our entire acquaintance, dating, and marriage, not been extremely horny after a successful hunt? I usually have to pry you off of me until we’re somewhere decent.” He tried to ignore the disgusted groans from the sisters who were still in the room with them. “The fact that you didn’t try to jump me right there in the store room was pretty much a dead giveaway.”

TK blushed but didn’t deny it. “Mmm, yeah. Okay, I see your point,” he grinned. “You’re just so hot when you kill things,” he whined. 

Tagging some folks who showed interest as I was teasing, and some who tagged me in wip games over the years lol: @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland @altsunthinkable @basilsunrise @jesuisici33 @reyesstrand @louis-ii-reyes-strand @tailoredshirt @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @strandnreyes @carlos-tk @herefortarlos

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In an AU where Astyanx lives, Eurylochus would have a much bigger role in taking care of him than people think.

Personally?

Eurylochus is the second in command on a ship that's full of men doing their best to go home. That is to say, Odysseus would be very busy whether he wanted to be or not. In an au where Astyanax's identity is being hidden, then there's the thing of Ody can NOT be hiding in his room constantly raising this kid because if he is, then the rest of the men don't know where the fuck he is. If his identity isn't being hidden, then it'll still fall to Eury to do a decent amount of child rearing as one of the people Ody trusts most in the world.

After the ocean saga, I imagine Eury tries to make up for the fact he nearly got all of the men killed and latches onto Astyanax a bit tighter. Him being willing to leave behind the pig men on Circe's island was him being like 'Yeah, I don't think it's possible to save them, let's get the fuck out of here' just like in canon with the only change being him tightly clutching onto Astyanax while this is happening.

If Astyanax was somehow turned into a pig then I imagine during the entire conversation Eury is holding onto this tiny piglet for dear life and treating any stray animal or plant for that matter as if it's gonna kill the baby.

Narratively?

Eurylochus is the voice of the crew and the representation of Odysseus's humanity. He's willing to sacrifice men at the start when Ody isn't and that's something that swaps further into the musical (I will go on a whole rant about Eury being Odysseus's humanity, the thing that makes him human). All of this is to say that as Odysseus gets crueler with his morals, Eurylochus gets kinder. Where he'd once be fine with sacrificing someone else if it meant more got to live, he becomes aghast at the thought of killing one of the men that's fought so long to go home.

This is seen in his treatment of Astyanx. If he was brash to the kid at first, he becomes softer, caring. Maybe he sits with him and tells him stories of the war. When Odysseus is charting out his maps or having an episode (which is to be expected on a ship full of war veterans), he sits beside Astyanx. Maybe they talk and maybe they don't. But it's VERY important that they get closer. Close enough that on a ship where traditional family dynamics get skewed very fast, since it's entirely full of traumatized middle-aged men who have questionable ideas on how to interact with kids, Eurylochus becomes almost a second dad of sorts. It takes a village, after all, and some villagers get closer to the child than others.

During Mutiny, Eurylochus is the voice of the crew. And the crew is starving. Not just hungry, but a true type of starving that eats at your stomach and blurs your vision until you know nothing but the desperation of needing to eat. It'd be worse than in canon. Eurylochus would give any last rations he had to Astyanax. Not just because he'd do that as a person at this time. But because it'd parallel Odysseus in a sense. Ody let other people hurt so he could get home, so he could live (not saying this is a bad thing, just saying this is what he did) and Eurylochus let someone else take something they needed despite the fact that he would hurt, that if he didn't eat the ration he might not get home (at least to his hunger ailed brain). So yeah, I don't imagine Astyanax would be visible for Mutiny because Eury would've had him tucked away somewhere. Why force the boy to watch his uncle father Eurylochus betray his father?

Either way, long story short, Eurylochus would be a central part in Astyanax's life. From a reluctant uncle, to a protective uncle to a peusdo second father to a ghost, he is a very important figure in Astyanax's life that can't be underestimated.